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prettylilyanime · 2 months ago

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Blooming Hearts ♡ Chapter 01

˚✿˖ Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x fem reader

˚✿˖ Synopsis: All your life, you’ve had it all—wealth, beauty, and a quirk good enough to secure your spot at UA. But after three years, you still feel more like an outsider than a future hero. Social life? Barely existent. Friends? Who needs them? You’re ready to coast through your final year solo… until fate lands you squarely in the lap of a certain hot-headed blonde—literally.

˚✿˖ tags/warnings: 18+, smut in the later chapters, reader is spoiled, shy reader, they're all third years at UA, Fluff, strangers? to lovers trope, not really strangers, miscommunication, drama, y/n just wants to make friends, reader is canonically pretty, reader is a hero in training, whipped bakugou, she falls first but he falls harder

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The first days of school are supposed to be exciting—or at least, that’s the idea you’ve gathered from TV shows and a few overly romanticized books.

But for you, ever since you first walked into your pre-k classroom in shiny Mary Janes, it’s been the same story. Year after year, right up to today, in your polished Chanel loafers, you’ve loathed it.

If anything, it’s your least favorite time of year.

Everyone is too happy. Too enthusiastic about seeing each other. People making plans left and right, hugs, laughter—none of it involves you. You’re left to sit and watch, stuck in your silent little bubble while the world keeps spinning around you.

Not that anyone’s being intentionally cruel. No, you know this is more on you—on your quiet, awkward nature that seems to freeze any potential interaction before it even has a chance to begin. So you can’t really blame them when, even as you sit dead center in the classroom, your classmates talk over and around you like you’re invisible.

You sink lower in your seat, hoping it isn’t too obvious how Kaminari is leaning across you to chat with Kirishima, who’s seated just behind you. Each laugh and cheerful exchange only makes you feel smaller.

God, you hate day one.

Class doesn’t officially start until 8:45 a.m., but your alarm—set to chime with soft jingles—woke you up at 5 a.m. sharp.

You went through your entire morning routine with the precision of someone preparing for a photoshoot: exfoliating every inch of your skin with vanilla-scented soaps imported from France, carefully styling your hair to perfection, and spending far too long at your vanity.

A layer of sparkly gloss on your lips, clump-free mascara on your lashes, pink blush dusted on your cheeks, and the lightest touch of pearl shimmer on your nose—everything had to be just right.

Even picking out your outfit took an hour, despite the fact that it’s a school uniform, and no one’s likely to look twice at what you’re wearing.

Still, it boosts your confidence, makes you feel like you’ve got some control. Your black designer loafers and knee-high black socks set you apart from your classmates, most of whom stick to the standard brown shoes provided by the school.

Your jewelry is minimal but elegant—sparkling diamond studs in your ears, a small stack of delicate rings on your fingers, and a few simple bracelets on your wrists. Beneath your uniform blouse, a dainty diamond pendant rests against your chest.

Yet, even with all that effort, you still feel small, like your presence is nothing more than background noise. You stare blankly at your desk, drowning in the chatter of the classroom around you.

“Bakugou! What’d you do this summer, man?!” Kaminari’s voice rings out, pulling your attention.

Your gaze lifts to the boy sitting at the front corner of the room, his expression as uninterested as ever. Bakugo barely spares Kaminari a glance before responding in his usual blunt tone. “I trained and worked with best jeanist, dunce face. You were there for most of it.”

Dunce face. If Bakugo ever called you something like that, you’re pretty sure you’d have an existential crisis right then and there. But Kaminari? He just laughs, brushing it off with a carefree grin, as if Bakugo’s blunt insults are part of his daily routine.

The boys keep up their banter, the sound blending into the general noise of the classroom while you sit quietly, feeling like a shadow in the background—there, but barely noticed. Just another morning, same as always. That is, until something weird happens.

“What about you, Y/N? Did you do anything fun?” Kaminari asks, suddenly turning toward you.

You blink, your brain stuttering to process his words as the chatter around you dies down. All eyes shift toward you, and you feel the heat rising to your face. Instinctively, your hands clam up, but you fight the urge to shrink away, forcing yourself to meet Kaminari’s expectant gaze.

“I, um… I traveled.” Your voice is soft, hesitant, and wow—could you sound any less enthusiastic?

You glance around nervously, your eyes flicking toward Bakugo. As expected, he looks utterly disinterested, his expression blank as if he’s already tuning you out. Figures.

Swallowing down the tightness in your throat, you turn back to Kaminari, offering a tense smile. “Across Europe. I… brought souvenirs for everyone.”

For a moment, there’s silence.

Kaminari’s yellow eyes widen in genuine surprise, and Kirishima looks equally taken aback. You can tell they hadn’t expected you to say much—let alone reveal that you’d thought to bring back gifts for them. You’re not exactly known for being vocal, and this is probably the most they’ve ever heard you say at once.

“Oh, that’s really cool!” Kirishima beams, his usual warmth shining through as he gives you an approving nod. “You didn’t have to do that, though!”

“Yeah, that’s super nice of you!” Kaminari adds, grinning widely. Beyond his dumb antics, the electric boy really does have a sweet smile to him, and for a second, the tension in your chest eases just a little.

You shift awkwardly under their attention, unused to being in the spotlight like this with your peers. “It’s nothing, really. I can give you the gifts after class,” you mumble, waving a hand dismissively, even though your heart is pounding in your chest.

“So cool! What countries did you go to?” Kaminari asks, leaning in slightly with genuine interest.

“Well, I stayed at my grandparents’ vacation homes, so mostly Western Europe,” you explain, your manicured hands practically clawing into your skirt as you try to project calmness.

“What’s this about Western Europe I hear?! That’s so cool, Y/N!” Mina suddenly bounces into the conversation, and your heart practically drops out of your chest. How does she so easily swoop into conversations she wasn’t even part of? You know these are her friends, and she’s comfortable with them, but still—you can’t help but admire her confidence.

“She was there over the summer, and she got us gifts too!” Kaminari shares excitedly, as if you aren’t sitting right there. Your cheeks burn violently under the sudden attention.

Bakugo stays silent, leaning back in his chair with a bored expression, but you swear you catch the briefest flicker of acknowledgment in his eyes before he looks away. Maybe it’s your imagination, you tell yourself, but it doesn’t stop your mind from swirling.

Mina gasps and clasps her hands together. “Wait, you got us gifts? That’s seriously so sweet! Thank you, Y/N!” she chirps, her gratitude genuine.

You manage a tense smile, nodding politely, but before you can reply, Sero chimes in with a grin. “So you stayed at a vacation house too? Gosh, that sounds way cooler than ours. We were only there for a week.”

Your brows raise slightly. They all went on vacation together?

“Hey, we can’t complain,” Mina snorts, nudging Bakugo, who scowls in her direction. “It was on the beach, and we had Chef Bakugo at our service the entire time.”

“At your service is bold as fuck to say, Raccoon Eyes,” Bakugo scoffs, arms crossing in a way that only somehow makes him look even bigger. “If I hadn’t cooked, you all would’ve starved on cups of ramen.”

Your eyes, if they could, would sparkle at the visual. How does he even fit in his uniform?! His arms strain against the fabric of his sleeves, and the way his blazer clings to his broad shoulders almost makes you forget how much you hate first days of school.

You catch yourself staring for a second too long and quickly look away, heart pounding. Seriously, calm down. You don’t have a crush on Bakugo. You can’t have a crush on Bakugo. It’s not like he even knows you exist—aside from right now, where you’re sure he’s more focused on the conversation than you.

But still… he’s hard to ignore.

Denki, in his usual silly mood, throws himself into an exaggerated pose, dramatically praising Bakugo as though the blonde had single-handedly saved his life on that trip. “Our fearless leader Bakugo, slaving over a hot stove so we didn’t perish!”

Bakugo rolls his pretty red eyes, muttering something about “idiots” under his breath, and somehow the sight sends your heart into a chaotic rhythm again. God, I need to get ahold of myself.

Conversation flows smoothly without you really, but you still sit and smile, at least somewhat involved which is more than what you've really ever gotten- though it's interrupted by the sight of Aizawa opening the class doors.

“I want to see the progress you’ve all made over the break. You have 15 minutes to put on your costumes and meet at the training arena. Don’t waste time.”

Your brows lift slightly in surprise at the sudden announcement. A performance test, right off the bat? Instinctively, nerves creep in, but they’re soon replaced by a flicker of excitement.

You can’t wait to put on your new costume. Your mother had pulled some serious strings to have it custom-made by her design team, and you’ve been itching to see how it feels in action.

Grabbing your suitcase, you fall in line with your classmates, heading toward the locker rooms. Once inside, you quietly move to a far corner, grateful for the privacy. You flip open the suitcase, and your heart lifts as your eyes land on the carefully folded fabric inside.

The bodysuit is breathtaking—an iridescent pink material that seems to shimmer with every shift in light. Attached to the waist is a short skirt shaped like delicate flower petals, each edge subtly sparkling as though dusted with stardust. It’s both beautiful and practical, designed to move with you and enhance your quirk.

With steady hands, you slip into the form-fitting suit, the breathable fabric molding to your body perfectly.

You adjust the petal skirt, ensuring it falls just right, before sitting down on the bench to put on your boots—sleek, sturdy, and designed for agility. As you lace them up, you take a moment to glance down at your fully assembled outfit, a soft smile tugging at your lips.

It’s more than just a costume—it’s a statement of everything you’ve worked for, a tangible reminder of how far you’ve come.

Already, little girls across the country are asking for dolls that resemble you, despite the fact that you haven’t even graduated yet. Your internship at your mother’s prestigious hero firm is impressive, sure, but it's your image that truly captures the public’s attention.

After all, who could resist a hero who looks like a princess, wielding a quirk that blooms like pink flower magic in the midst of battle? It’s easy to see why your visual appeal has taken center stage—there’s something undeniably captivating about a hero who sparkles as much as she fights.

It’s surreal, considering the incredible feats of your classmates, that you're one of the ones that are being eyed most.

Todoroki, Midoriya, Bakugo—they’ve long since cemented their place among the best, their power unquestionable.

Yet, somehow, you've found yourself thrust into the spotlight, unexpectedly pushed forward as one of the frontrunners in the public eye from your graduating class.

It’s almost ironic, considering how incapable you are of even talking to your classmates. You’re not as strong as they are—not by a long shot. You don’t have their raw power or battle-hardened skills.

But in a world where appearances sometimes speak as loudly as strength, your presence has somehow captured the hearts of the country.

Again, painfully ironic.

You stand and smooth the glittering fabric of your bodysuit once more. Taking a steadying breath, you step toward the mirror. With a flick of your wrist, your quirk activates.

Delicate cherry blossom petals glow softly, the faint pink hue shimmering as they materialize from your hands and float effortlessly through the air. They slot themselves into your hair, pinning back the front pieces with the kind of precision you’ve long perfected.

So cute!!

“Oh Y/n, you look so good!” Ochako gushes, her eyes wide and sparkling as she clasps her hands together. Your cheeks flush at the attention, feeling the heat rise as if all the energy of the room is focused solely on you. The sheer amount of social interaction today has already left you feeling a little winded, but you force a smile, the best one you can muster.

“Thanks, Ochako,” you reply, gesturing to her newly upgraded bodysuit in black and pink. “You look great, too.”

In fact, everyone looks great. It’s surreal, really.

To think back to when you all first started, and now, seeing how much you've all grown—both in your abilities and in how you carry yourselves. It’s a strange feeling, being a part of it all, like you’re watching the shift from the sidelines rather than standing in the middle of it.

The sudden memory of Aizawa’s emphasis on “15 minutes” jolts you back to the present.

With a quiet shuffle, the girls make their way out into the arena where the rest of your classmates stand. You settle yourself on the outskirts of the group, perching on one of the benches, the space around you familiar and comforting. You’re content to just observe this time, no pressure to dive into conversation.

It’s easier this way, you think, as no one pays you any mind. Your eyes wander over to Bakugou, who, unsurprisingly, is at the center of the chaos.

He’s snapping at Kirishima, his fiery temper on full display—but you couldn’t care less about the words exchanged. What draws you in again is the way his costume fits him, perfectly tailored to his frame, an expression of his raw power.

God, he looks good.

Before you can let your mind wander any further, Aizawa’s voice slices through the air, snapping everyone’s attention back to him.

“Alright, guys, let’s start,” he announces, his tone calm but commanding, as usual, a checklist in hand. “Here’s what we’re gonna do.”

You focus, brow furrowing slightly as you listen to the rules. Capture the flag? Sounds easy enough, right?

The rules are simple: whoever holds the flag is considered the villain, and the team tasked with capturing it are the heroes. Straightforward.

But then, the teams are announced—randomized, of course—and before you know it, there’s a bright yellow flag strapped to your waist. And just like that, you’re the villain.

The weight of the flag feels less like an accessory and more like a target now. Great. It’s fine! You can handle it. Your quirk’s flashy and not the best for stealth, but you’ve worked with it before. No problem.

You straighten up, waiting for Aizawa to announce your opponent. You can practically feel the tension building as the seconds stretch on.

“Bakugou Katsuki. Hero.”

What?

Suddenly, it feels like the world stops spinning for a moment. You’re hyper-aware of the eyes on you and Bakugou, feeling the weight of everyone’s gaze fall between the two of you, curiosity in the air. Mostly because, well...

You and Bakugou had literally never been paired together for anything in the three years you’ve spent together at U.A.

It sounds odd, but despite being in many different classes, projects, and assignments together, it’s never happened. Not once.

And now, here you are. Your first time being paired with him. Oh god.

You can feel your heartbeat in your throat as you look over at him, unable to stop yourself. Your breath catches when you realize his red eyes are already locked on you.

His hero mask rests casually on his forehead, pushing back the messy platinum strands of his hair, only adding to his beautiful face. His expression is neutral—almost indifferent—but in your eyes, it only makes him look more dangerous.

You swallow hard, and your pulse spikes.

Bakugou Katsuki... is going to try and catch your flag?

Your hand naturally falls on the flag tied to your waist line, holding it to you, and you don't miss how his sharp eyes follow the movement.

Why, of all times, does your face suddenly feel like it’s on fire? Your heart races in your chest, and you can’t tell if it’s from fear or something else entirely. Oh god, help you. You’re in trouble

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commandershepardvasfuckit · 3 months ago

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Kingsguard part 3

Part 1 | Part 2

M!troll x f!reader

3.3k words

You still were not entirely sure what made you give in, though you were not upset with your choice. Ba’tual may not be the most dignified option, but he was still an option.

(Rough sex, size difference)

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Ba’tual led you through the streets, winding his way between the crowds, light on his feet as ever, occasionally looking back over his shoulder to make sure you were still behind him.

The chill of the night was starting to set in now that you were away from the fire and the crowds, a consequence of a city in a ravine in a desert. You nearly had to jog to keep you with his long strides, thankful that at least all the movement helped keep you warm.

He stopped suddenly, causing you to nearly collide into him, “Here we are” he said, stopping in front of a door. There was no keyhole on the door, but a low light radiated from the knob when he grabbed it and a muffled click could be heard from in the door.

The door opened into a spacious room, similar to what you had seen elsewhere in the city. It was orcish in design, centered around a hearth and cooking area to heat the space, the only separate space being the washroom.

Several sconces around the room roared to life with a flick of Ba’tual’s hand and he busied himself with his armor, carefully removing each piece and setting it aside.

“Please, get comfortable” he began, “I’ll start the hearth in a moment, but it’ll be a bit before it warms up. There’s more than enough blankets on the bed so you don’t freeze”.

Awkwardly you sat on the corner of the bed, wrapping a blanket around your shoulders as you stayed upright to watch Ba’tual. He was meticulous in his movements, each piece of armor removed with a high degree of reverence and carefully hung in its place. Lastly his mask, heavily lacquered wood carved in the visage of the Lord of Shadows, placed high up on the wall above the other places.

“Sorry for the wait, but Tsov’ka would not be pleased if I showed him such disrespect by just tossing my mask down”.

“Tsov’ka?”

“The Lord of Shadows, he does have a name, and he expects his followers to show him respect in all things” he knelt at the hearth in the center of the room and began adding wood to it. With a few words in troll flames leapt from the wood, “It might take a bit, but it should warm up in here”.

He stood before you in just the pair a fitted knee-length pants he had on under his armor. In truth it was not much different than you usually saw him when he was sparring or training, but here, in this light and context your breath quicken at the sight of him.

“Still sure, little one?” he asked.

You nodded, sure of what you wanted but unable to find your words.

“I want to see you” he slipped the blanket from your shoulders and knelt on the floor in front of you, almost eye level with you still, “May I?” he asked.

You did not know exactly what he was asking, but the answer was a resounding yes and you gave a small nod.

With the same reverence he had given his armor and mask he gently began removing the jewelry Bira had loaned you, each piece laid out carefully next to the bed, his fingers lingering on your skin just slightly longer than necessary with each touch.

He moved to where your top was tied behind your back, loosening and undoing the knot and untangling the fabric from around your neck. Before even touching you he folded the fabric and set it next to the jewelry.

His slow, methodical movements were driving you crazy. For all of his talk the last thing you expected was how slow he was taking everything. When he finally did reach up and cup your breast in his hand you found yourself learning into his touch, the anticipation killing you.

His hand was warm and his touch firm as he gently squeezed your breast and rolled your nipple between his fingers. His other hand now resting on your thigh while he rubbed small circles against the inside of it with his thumb.

Small moans escaped your lips and Ba’tual kept up with his exploration of your body. The hand from your thigh now moving up to grab at your hip, his fingers pressing into the soft fat that padded them.

Slowly he rose to his feet, towering over you and lifted you onto your feet. His hands found the waist of your pants and slid them down along with the skirt and your undergarments all at once. You stood bare before him, fighting the urge to shrink away and hide as he took in the sight of you. Where he stood trim and well muscled, you were soft and round, self conscious of how he would perceive you now that he could finally see all of you.

Without a word and guided you to the bed and sat you on his lap, your back pressed against his warm, bare chest. Once more his hands roved your body, kneading into your plump hips and thighs as he took his time acquainting himself with your form. A hand drifted down between your thighs to spread them and you stiffened up automatically as his fingers grazed your folds.

“Relax” he cooed in your ear, his chin resting on your shoulder, “One step at a time, ok?”

You nodded again.

He slipped his finger between your folds, slowly tracing you up and down, “So wet already” he murmured.

His other hand left its place on your hip to join the first one, dipping down to find your clit and rubbing slow circles.

Your breath hitched as Ba’tual continued a steady pace, your hips bucked into his hand involuntarily as you sought out more friction. You could hear how wet you were as his other finger stroked your center and your toes curled as you felt the building pressure of your pleasure in your core and between your legs.

“There you go, little thing. Let go and let me make you feel good” came his voice in your ear.

He kept his pressure steady as he matched the movements of your hips, letting you grind into his hand as you felt your orgasm build to its peak.

You moaned and cried out as it hit you, tossing your arm back around his neck to pull yourself closer to him. Never once did he let up rubbing your clit while you rode out the waves of your pleasure until you were a heaving and panting mess.

With your mind less clouded from lust you were now very aware of his hardened cock pressed against your back, twitching and throbbing as you squirmed about on his lap while he still slowly stroked your dripping cunt.

“Feeling more relaxed now?” he asked.

“Yeah” you managed to pant out.

“Oh? So you do have a voice again”.

“Was just a little overwhelmed”.

“Mmmm, I do have that affect on most people, don’t I?” he teased.

You playfully bumped your shoulder back against him.

“Are you ready to continue?” he asked.

“I’m ready”.

Upon your words you felt his thick finger press into your entrance and a hiss left your lips from the sudden intrusion.

“It’s alright, you can take it, can’t you?” came his voice in your ear.

“Mmmhmm” you struggled out.

“Good girl” his finger slid just a bit deeper into you, making you see stars. Your walls clenched around him, his finger thicker than any dick you had taken before and you struggled to adjust to the stretch.

“Nice and easy, see? Such a good girl for me while you let me get you ready for my cock”.

His words made you pant and squirm, the thought of how much more of a stretch his cock would be intimidated and aroused you. Still farther he pushed his finger into you, forcing you open more than you had ever been. The minutes dragged on while he painstakingly worked you open, every little movement from him made your whole body shudder and twitch.

“Too, too much” you panted.

“You’re ok, just relax. I know you can take it” his words were soft and assuring as he pressed the last of his finger into your overstuffed cunt, the tip of it rubbing against your cervix.

You moaned as you felt him settle deep inside you, so impossibly full from just his finger.

He gave you a moment to breathe before slowly sliding his finger entirely out and you felt your muscles flutter and relax after being so over stretched. Once more he worked his finger into you, still slowly but without pausing this time.

“What a tight little cunt, you’re going to feel so good around my cock” he teased.

At this point his words did not have meaning as you writhed under his touch. Slowly he increased his pace, trying different angles as he fucked his finger into you until he found the spot that made you come undone.

Immediately you were reduced to a babbling mess, incoherent words pouring from your lips as you urged him to keep going and he was happy to oblige.

“Good girl, cum for me” his words were warm against your neck and his tusk brushed against you.

You leaned your full weight back against his chest and wrapped your arm up and around the back of his neck again, allowing him to spread your legs farther and target that one spot better. He had been right, it was better than anything you had before.

For the second time that night you came. Your legs shook and felt weak while Ba’tual kept his relentless pace until he felt you go limp.

“Oh by the light” you gasped and came down from your high.

“Are you alright?” he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close and running his fingers through your hair.

“Much better than alright”.

“Good, because I’m not done with you yet” he wiped you hair back, damp with sweat, from where it stuck to your forehead.

It was hard to keep your eyes open, between the late hour, the alcohol earlier, and being throughly fucked out you found yourself nearly dozing in Ba’tual’s lap.

“Tired, little human?” he cooed at you, his words were sweet but teasing.

“Mmmhmm” you mumbled.

“I’m going to pick you up, you don’t need to do anything, ok?”

You did not protest as he lifted you with ease, nor did you open your eyes while you heard him shuffle around. It was not until you felt him lay you down on your stomach on a hard surface, your feet not even touching the ground, did you stir at all.

He lifted you hips up and tucked a pillow under you and you turned your head to look at what he was doing. Like with everything else, he was carefully folding his pants and setting them aside. For the first time you got a good at him.

Impressive was an understatement. You had felt him pressed against you while dancing and while you were in his lap, you knew he was large by sheer virtue of just being so much taller than a human, but the difference between knowing and seeing was now apparent.

Ba’tual must have seen the surprise in your face, “I’ll be gentle with you, just as before, I promise. Just relax, you don’t to have to do anything”.

He position himself between your legs behind you and bent one of your legs to push it up on the table to better spread your legs.

You felt him run his finger between your legs, “Spirits, you’re a sight like that. And still wet even, what a perfect little thing you are”.

His thighs brushed yours as he positioned himself, his tip pressed against your entrance and you whined as he slowly stretched you open once more.

“It hurts” you cried out. It stung as he forced you open, even taking his time to let you adjust as best possible it was still much more than you could handle. You squeezed your eyes shut and bit your lip, anything to focus on instead. Automatically you squirmed, subconsciously trying to get away from the source of your discomfort.

Firm hands held your hips down, “I know, I know it’s a lot, but you can take it for me, can’t you?”

“I can’t” just his tip alone made you feel like you were being ripped in half.

“Shhhh, I’m gonna help you” he gently slid himself out before rolling you onto your back. A thick finger now on your clit while he rubbed small circles against you, “Just going to give you some nice to focus on, ok? And before you know it you’re going to take all of it”.

Again he began to enter you, the pain was the same but his deft motions on your clit helped you block it out.

“Look at that,” he muttered, “Tight little cunt stretched around my cock. That’s why you’re here isn’t it? What sort of human would want to come to a city of trolls and orcs and minotaurs right after a war unless there was something very worthwhile here”.

The way he spoke to you should not have turned you on so, but it did. You had not come to Kor’mal seeking this sort of hands on education, but it had only been a few days before you had started to get curious anyways.

A muffled “mmhmm” is all you could manage.

“Now look at you, all teary eyed while while a troll fucks you. So damn wet even though it hurts, still moaning while I rub your clit”.

You liked this sudden change in his demeanor, though it was a strong departure from how gentle and careful he had been up until now. There was something deeply arousing about this show of dominance.

“Did you get what you wanted, little human? Getting to be helpless little thing while some troll fucks you? You haven’t told me to stop though, have you? Enjoying being a pretty little toy?”

“Yes” you panted.

“Good, because from the moment I saw you I wanted you like this. So small, and soft” his hands glided up and down your sides, grabbing at your chubby thighs and the soft pudge of your hips, “So different”.

Being desired for something you were often self conscious about was a strange sensation. Often you had batted hands off of yourself in the bedroom, keeping minimal contact on yourself, but now? Now it was making you blush fiercely and you could not meet his gaze as he watched your reactions.

“Good girl, you don’t have to do anything. Just relax, close your eyes if you want to rest, and just let me fuck you”. He held you in place while he agonizingly entered you bit by bit, the sting slowly subsiding into nothing more than mild discomfort by the time he bottomed out.

It was the fullest you had ever felt, wonderfully stretched around Ba’tual while his tip pressed into your cervix. He held you there, his own eyes closed and taking measured breaths, savoring how you felt. Slowly he began to move, even the smallest movement caused your toes to curl and your mind to go blank, his size reached every inch inside of you.

“Do you know how hard it is to go so slow with you?” he asked. “But you’re such a sweet little toy, it would be a shame to break you” and he punctuated his statement with a firm thrust into you, causing you to let out a yip in surprise.

“Too much for you?” a teasing tone in his voice.

“No”.

“Maybe I’m being too gentle with you then” he gave several more deep thrusts, “Maybe I can let a little loose then”.

You whined as he began a steady pace, already overstimulated from before coping with the new sensation of being so full. Every thrust filling you beyond what you could handle, his tip poking into your cervix every time and filling the room with both your moans and wet sounds.

It did not take long before you felt yourself getting close again, every movement rubbed right against the most sensitive spots in you and with his finger still on your clit you were lost in bliss.

Ba’tual leaned down on his elbow, his own breathing ragged, his massive form pressed against you and pining you down. Instinctively you wrapped your arms around him, clinging to him desperately as you felt the first tingly waves of your orgasm begin.

“Come on little thing, cum for me” his voice was so soft and low in your ear. The warmth of his breath tickled your skin.

You cried out for the third time that night and wrapped your legs around his hips, your walls clenching around him and sending waves of warmth through your whole body as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.

“Spirits” his voice barely a gasp.

Your whole body twitched in overstimulated as he jerkily thrusted deep into a few more times. His cock throbbed in you as you felt the warm flood of his cum fill you, some how filling you even impossibly more.

He lowered his face down to you to rest the side of his head on your chest “Fuck, I want to do that again”.

A nod was all you could manage, your throat dry and sore from panting and moaning. By the Light it had been incredible. Sure your hips were sore from being spread for so long, and until now you did not know that your clit or cunt could be sore either, but it was all a good sore.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

“Incredible” you answered.

“Good” Ba‘tual slowly separated himself from you and you felt the gush of cum spill down yourself, “wait here” he instructed as if you had the energy to do anything anyway. He left the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Annoyingly he had been right when he said it would good. Part of you had wished that it would just be ok, enough to sate your curiosity and move on, but it had been so much more than that. As much as he had said it would be a one time thing you hoped for at least one more time.

A warm, damp cloth along your thighs jolted you from your thoughts. Ba’tual was carefully cleaning you off.

“Thanks” you muttered, “Could you grab me my clothes?”

“Why?”

“So after I catch my breath I can get going”.

“No” he said firmly.

“No?” you questioned back, an edge of annoyance seeping into your voice.

“It’s very late and it’s freezing out, I’m not letting you walk home like that”.

“It’s fine. Walk me home if you’re so concerned”.

“No. We’ve both been drinking, it’s freezing out, and I’m exhausted anyways. You’ll stay here tonight” his tone left no room to argue.

Wordlessly he continued to clean you off until he was satisfied before scooping you back up and carrying you to bed, though he did not join you right away. Instead he tucked you under the blankets and busied himself meticulously wiping down the table.

Finally he returned only once everything was up to his standards, “You should really drink something” he told you as he handed you a glass.

“Thanks” you mumbled, grateful for the water, your throat dry and scratchy from all the panting and moaning and quickly finished it.

“Get some rest” he told you and settled down on the other side of the bed from you, his back to you. With another flick of his hand the hearth and sconces flickered and extinguished.

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Part 4

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A Winter Ball

PAIRING - Faerie Prince!Kita Shinsuke x Wingless Faerie!Reader WC - 3.1K GENRE - fluff CW - reader wears a dress and jewelry, kita is my dream

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As fall nears its close, Shinsuke longs more and more to bring you into his home. He longs to show you the glamorous palace and the fine pleasures that he hopes one day will be yours just as they are his. He wants to show you who he truly is and hopes desperately that you’ll accept him despite the omission he’s been spinning around for the months he’s known and fallen for you. Shinsuke’s plans start to fall in place when he’s presented with a perfect opportunity to bring you into the kingdom for a night.

It’s a shock to him when he’s confronted by his grandmother’s private seamstress. Wings fluttering behind her, scraps of fabrics falling from the book in her arms as she scurries towards him. “Your highness! Your highness, a moment please!” She bows quickly when she finds herself directly in front of her crown prince before quickly explaining herself. “I was sent on business from her majesty, she requested I speak to you in private about this matter.” Her eyes flicker towards the guard posted at the entrance to the hall, a formality of the palace that Shinsuke had never gotten used to.

Shinsuke scrunches his eyebrows in slight confusion before nodding and leading the seamstress into the adjacent office room, an empty space in which they could shut the door and have a bit of privacy. “What business did my grandmother send you for?”

“Right!” She shuffled quickly to the desk and laid open the book in her arms, flipping through the pages before she came to the correct one. “Her majesty has commissioned me to design a dress for your highness’ mysterious faerie. She’s under the assumption you would like to invite her to the ball you’re hosting for this year’s solstice.”

Shinsuke stood in shock for a moment, blinking blankly at the small girl next to him as her wings nearly buzzed in excitement.

“Her majesty sent me to you so you could help me with some of the design aspects. And the fabrics you’d wish for me to use for it.” He watched as her hand brushed over the page, small fingers pointing to the first image, the front of the dress. “I was thinking of a corseted front and I have these small jewels I can embroider into the swirls.” She rifled through the pocket of her dress and produced a small pack of cerulean gemstones to lay in front of him on the table. “The dress would end just above the floor so that it wouldn’t catch while she danced. Could you acquire her height for me please?”

“My grandmother asked you to do this?” The seamstress nodded without looking up, unaware of the softness that had come over Shinsuke’s features, the sudden realization he could bring you here. He had no time for his worries to begin about the lack of your wings before the seamstress turned her page.

“The back wouldn’t hold a train because though that would be elegant, it would make it awfully hard to dance.” She giggled slightly at her own comment and Shinsuke spoke before she could continue.

“What is that?” His eyes were glued to the center of the dress, the delicate sketches taking him off guard.

“Ah! Yes! Her majesty was very specific that the wings on the dress should be perceived as if they were simply laying down in a relaxed position. She asked me to speak to you of that as well, what the coloring and shape should be like so that I may properly attach them to the dress and make them look as natural as possible.”

“She-” Shinsuke cut himself off, his mind spinning over the woman next to him so casually speaking of adding false wings onto a dress for you. “Excuse me for a moment.” He turned back towards the door.

“Your highness, before you go!” She called quickly, forcing Shinsuke to turn to see her over his shoulder. “Thoughts, please? So that I may get started. I’ve been instructed to finish her dress before I work on her majesty’s.”

Shinsuke paused, his thoughts were racing but he breathed long enough to answer. “The jewels, could we do them in a lavender instead?” The seamstress nodded, quickly noting it on the paper. “The fabric should be made from the softest petals, but with iridescence.” He sighed to turn before one more thought. “It should be accessorized with gold.”

“The shoes as well?” Shinsuke nodded curtly at the seamstress before opening the door. “She’s in her study! Please come by my workshop when you’re done, for the shaping!”

Shinsuke’s steps were rushed as he navigated through the vast emptiness of the palace, towards his grandmother’s quarters. Quickly but firmly shutting himself inside her study with her, shooing off the guard to ensure the privacy of their upcoming conversation.

“Grandmother,” he turned to face her, worry written across his features as he stared at her from across the room, “you-”

“Please do not scrunch your face like that my darling boy.” She smiled lightly above the rim of her teacup before setting it down. “I assume my seamstress has finally caught up with you?”

“Yes, she just has. She informed me that you-”

“Wonderful, and has she begun to design something wonderful for your mystery faerie.”

“Well, yes. But grandmother she told me you-”

“Yes, yes, my boy. I know.” His grandmother smiled grandly at the speechlessness that Shinsuke now demonstrated. “She’s a wingless one isn’t she?” She hummed in thought as she stood and rounded her desk to be face to face with him. Her soft hands cupped his face and closed his mouth that he, until that point, was unaware was open. “Tried to think of why my grandson would neglect to introduce me to the faerie he’s found himself so enamored by. Pieced it together when I noticed you walking more and flying less. Practicing for her, no?”

“And you’re…” Shinsuke trailed off, eyes flickering around the glimmer in his grandmother’s eyes, “you’re not upset?”

“Oh my dear boy, no.” She smiled as she brushed back a piece of Shinsuke’s hair. “I’m thrilled that you’ve found someone you love so deeply. It’s all I’ve ever wanted for you. Where she comes from and what she doesn’t possess is of no concern to me. So long as she loves you back.” Shinsuke breathed deeply, like a weight had been lifted off of him as his grandmother removed her hands. “The royal advisors on the other hand,” she scoffed at her own mention of them, “oh they’d have a fit to know she was wingless. So we shall keep it from them for now, yes? Let the two of you enjoy yourselves a bit longer.” She gave a playful smile over her shoulder as Shinsuke still stood there speechless at the new revelation.

“Now,” she clapped her hands together as she made her way back to her original seat, “please go make your way back to my seamstress so she can make this dress perfect for my future granddaughter.” Shinsuke’s cheeks flared up at his grandmother’s casual permission for him to marry you but he couldn’t help the smile on his lips. “Oh! And see if you can’t get Aran to go along with you when you stop by now and then. I do think she’s sporting a bit of a crush on him and I think they’d be wonderful together.”

Shinsuke smiled at his grandmother’s typical meddling as he showed himself out of the study, a newfound goal in his mind.

In the following weeks, Shinsuke spends any free time he’s not with you, practicing his dancing and helping to design your new dress. He has a newfound excitement for the upcoming ball. He usually doesn’t find himself in excitement over the annual winter solstice ball, but with the prospect of you being there, he can’t seem to get time to move quickly enough.

He’s roped everyone into helping him practice his dancing. Swearing Aran, Suna, and the twins to secrecy as he drags them into his quarters at night and forces them to play the part of you in the dance. He wants to pull it off perfectly, for it to be seamless and unsuspecting when he spins you in the air. So people don’t notice that your wings are all for show.

She shoes are the first thing he gifts you as he asks you to come to the ball at the palace, assuring you he has a way that no one will suspect anything. He spends days practicing your walk in them. The small heel being more than you’d ever tried before leads to a couple stumbles and falls. He always catches you. By the time the ball has approached, he has you buzzing in excitement. He leaves you the day before with the newly finished dress and all the accessories he’s had created along with it.

You feel weird, you won’t lie to yourself. You’ve never donned such an elegant garment. The petals that make the dress are made of the softest lavender petals layered along the inside of an pellucid iridescent silk-like fabric. The lavender crystalline decorations that decorated the front of the corset top sparkled and refracted light across the walls of your small home.

Angel sleeves made of the same iridescent silk that lined the rest of your dress laid daintily along your arms, just translucent enough to be able to see the arm bracelets Shinsuke had provided you adorning your forearms. Gold metal that matched the other jewelry, decorated with dainty golden butterflies and flowers, glimmering and twisting around both your arms. The pieces on your ears resembled the same style. Small pins of gold swirling up and around your ears with small lavender gems encrusted into their surface. Even the shoes were gold and matching. Golden dragonflies laid across the toes of them.

By far, however, the part that had shocked you the most, was the heaviness from the back of the dress. Large wings stitched into the back seams of the dress. They looked perfect, real, as if they emerged from beneath the dress. As if they belonged to you.

The wings shimmered as you turned. Light filtering through them to produce purple and pink shadows across the walls. They were upright, as if you could take off with them, a change from the original plan that you were unaware that Shinsuke had made for you.

A knock at your door shook you from the enchantment your reflection was holding you in at the moment. Not fully recognizing yourself beneath the sparkles and ornate jewelry. You expected Shinsuke to greet you when your door opened but were taken aback by the two boys who graced your presence instead.

“Sorry, I was expecting-” You cut yourself off as you looked at the nearly identical boys, nervousness pulling on the seam where your corset reached the skirt of your dress.

“His high-ow.” The brunette rubbed his arm where the black haired boy had jabbed him but quickly cleared his throat and started over. “Shinsuke sent us to escort you.”

The other seemed to pick up on your apprehension, the way your eyes flitted between the two, and yanked who you assumed to be his brother back by a step to seem less imposing. “Shinsuke had to finish his part in setting up the ball.” He explained, his tongue twisting around the partial truth as he stared at you. “I’m Osamu, and this is Atsumu. We’re part of the palace’s court.” Osamu offered you his hand and you tentatively took it, letting him guide you outside of your home.

“No worries, our only job right now is to make sure you get there safely.” Atsumu held his hand out for you to place your other in and they effortlessly lifted you onto the back of one of the spirit foxes that loved you so much.

Your nerves were soothed slightly when you twisted your hands in the fox’s fur, a familiar place for you to be as the three of you set off towards the forest. You tried to prepare yourself to go deeper into the kingdom than you’d ever ventured before. No idea what to expect from the kingdom you’d only ever dreamed of being in. Worried that you would be found out tonight.

Nothing could have prepared you for the sight of the palace. It was larger than anything you’d dreamed up. Copper, gold, and platinum twisted into decorations that graced every wall and arch in elegant designs. Flowers grew off every surface, soft white petals falling now and then into the pathways made of stone.

“Come now, he must be waiting.” Osamu beckoned you down from your seat and you silently thanked him when he helped your dress not get caught on the way. You could hear the music from the courtyard playing as you entered the front gate, your breath catching at every new sight.

“Now,” Atsumu caught your attention as you neared the last archway, “make sure to curtsy when you get to him.”

“Wait, what?” You whipped your head around in confusion to look at him but there was just a mischievous smile on his lips as he bowed slightly and went through the archway, leaving you behind.

“Common courtesy.” Osamu wore the same little smile as he duplicated his brother’s actions and disappeared through the arch.

It took a few deep breaths and a very adamant internal pep talk for you to work up the courage to walk through the archway yourself. Pushing the vines that acted like a curtain out of the way you slowly saw the party coming into view.

Faeries were walking and flying from one spot to another. Laughter and cheering came from small groups and chatter filled the empty air. The smile that grew on your face was inevitable. You’d never seen so many faeries in the same place before.

Shinsuke caught sight of you before you’d seen him. His heart seemed to jump into his throat, the simple golden crown sat heavy on his head. He was sure he could pass it for normal, a few of the other faeries wearing headpieces to the ball as well. But you looked stunning. He was sure, if he wasn’t already in love with you, he would have fallen for you on the spot.

The light from the fireflies that lit up the courtyard seemed to bounce off you every time you turned, sending your sparkles across the crowd. He nervously toyed with the headpiece he held at his side as he stepped down from his spot on the steps. The crowd parted for him easily, giving him quicker access to you.

Your attention was drawn by your name being called. Shinsuke looked like he walked straight out of your dreams. In a lavender suit with golden patterns of swirls. A small crown of golden leaves laid on top of his silver hair. His eyes were glued to you. It felt like even the crowd parted for the two of you to meet.

You let out a soft ‘oh’ as you got to him, nearly forgetting what the twins had told you to do. The soft curtsy you gave made Shinsuke’s cheeks heat up slightly as he smiled at you.

“You look enchanting.” He breathed the words out as he looked at you eyes shining as he admired the way the dress looked on you. There weren’t enough words in his vocabulary to express how beautiful he thought you were. “I have one thing I forgot to give you.”

You saw the gold as he lifted it towards your head. A diadem made from dainty golden leaves. Encrusted with lavender colored jewels and decorated with golden dragonflies just like your shoes. He placed the headpiece delicately on the top of your head before stepping back to admire you in full.

“You look really nice, Shin.”

“You look like everything I’ve ever dreamed of.” The sentiment makes a blush settle on your cheeks, warmth blooming against the cold air as he bows towards you, offering his hand for you to take. “Will you do me the pleasure of dancing with me?” A smile plays on his lips as you place your hand in his and let him lead you towards the floor.

It’s like stepping into your home, when you feel Shinsuke pull you into his arms on the dance floor. It’s all a fairytale, being with him here, but the nervousness still settles across your skin like the whispers do among the crowd. You can feel the eyes on the two of you as you follow his lead, gliding across the floor daintily.

“Shinsuke,” your whisper is barely heard above the strings of the music as the two of you dance, “they’re all staring.” Your eyes flit nervously across the still crowd, connecting briefly with a few pairs of eyes, strangers who you’ve never seen before. “They know the wings are fake, don’t they?”

Shinsuke’s laugh is soft and it calms your nerves as his palm smoothes over your waist, fingers spreading to reach just under the base of the faux wings. “No, they’re staring because you’re the most beautiful thing they’ve ever laid eyes on.” He leans to dip you, spinning at the same time and your eyes flutter. It feels like an illusion, the crowd letting out a collective gasp as your dress flares out around you and Shinsuke. “Do you trust me?” He asks as he lifts you back to him, arm winding your waist, keeping you closer than before.

“With my life.” You don’t think before the words tumble from your lips, true feelings spilling straight from your soul into your voicebox.

You barely notice it at first. You’re too lost in the feeling of warmth between the two of you, lost in the glimmer of his eyes. It isn’t until he dips you again that you notice your feet aren’t on the ground anymore, that the faeries surrounding you were lower, staring at the two of you in awe. A sudden wave of euphoria takes over your body as Shinsuke effortlessly twirls you, keeping the two of you suspended.

A crescendo in the music has other couples joining you in the air. It’s a flurry of spinning dresses and fireflies that dip between couples. Wings that flutter and sparkle under the lights, refracting diamond-like reflections along the gardens and the slopes of the vine-covered walls. You’re lost in the beauty of it all and Shinsuke is lost in the beauty of you. He’s in love with this, being able to show you off, to love you openly in front of his entire kingdom.

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b0ngbreaker · 1 month ago

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SKYWING KINGDOM HEADCANNONS.

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THE SKYWING EMPIRE | 🪙

A kingdom ruled by power, wealth, and violence. They are tyrannical, ruling over nearly half of Pyrrhia and multiple tribes that they have outclassed in both numbers, and brute strength.

Societal Hierarchy | 🪙

Noble Houses: The Skywing society is organized into noble houses, each led by a powerful dragon family. The houses are fiercely competitive, vying for favor with the ruler and seeking to expand their influence.

Common Skywings: The majority of the population consists of common Skywings, who have limited rights and are subject to the whims of the nobility. Their loyalty is often coerced.

Outcasts: Those who defy the ruler’s rule or are seen as weak may become outcasts, living in the fringes of society or even as nomads.

Rituals and Traditions | 🪙

The Arena of Ascendancy: Arena battles are held regularly and are a central feature of the Skywing’s cultural identity, combining entertainment, political power plays, and a brutal exhibition of skill.

Rites of Passage: Young Skywings undergo rigorous training and tests to prove themselves. Successful individuals gain recognition as "Skyfighters" and may be rewarded with a place within noble ranks.

The Skywind Offering: A ritual held during the spring solstice to ensure a bountiful season ahead. Skywings offer sacrifices to the sky serpents, aiming to invoke their favor for favorable breezes and clear skies.

Art and Expression | 🪙

Symbolic Tattoos: Many Skywings adorn their bodies with intricate tattoos that symbolize their achievements, clan lineage, or allegiance to the king. These tattoos are a mark of status and pride.

Clothing: The clothing the Skywing Empire is as rich and layered as their culture, with unique styles in clothing, jewelry, and body paint that reflect their identity as superior dragon race.

Murals and Sculptures: Common spaces, such as the Arena of Ascendancy, feature murals both inside and outside designed to narrate the empire’s history, depict significant battles, and celebrate legendary heroes of the Skywings.

Sculptural Craft | Notable sculptures carved from gold or cloudstone serve as monuments to fallen warriors or as representations of divine sky serpents, often placed in sacred locations for worship.

Language and Communication | 🪙

Skywing Tongue: The Skywings have a complex language that incorporates sounds, gestures, and postures, particularly in the context of flight. The subtleties of their communication play a critical role in their society.

Storytelling: Oral traditions are vital for passing down histories of heroic deeds and the empire’s founding. Elder dragons often recount tales that reinforce the ruler’s greatness and the Skywing's superiority.

Beliefs and Values | 🪙

Strength and Power: A core belief in their society is that strength is the highest virtue. Young Skywings are taught to value power and intimidation, and those who display weakness are marginalized.

Divine Sky Serpents: Many Skywings believe in ancient deities represented as mighty sky serpents that control the weather. Rituals center around appeasing these beings to ensure favorable conditions for the empire.

Education and Training | 🪙

Warrior Academy: Young Skywings are expected to undergo training in combat, aerial maneuvering, and tactical strategies, often at a young age. Skills learned here are crucial for social mobility and gaining respect.

Knowledge of History: All Skywings are taught the history that glorifies the ruling class and instills a sense of loyalty to the ruler, but dissenting perspectives are often suppressed.

THE EMPIRE'S LAWS | 🪙

The laws of the Skywing Empire serve as a reflection of its tyrannical rule, emphasizing loyalty to the ruler and the social structure that keeps the noble houses in power.

Core Laws of the Skywing Empire | 🪙

Loyalty and Fealty Laws:

Mandate of Loyalty | All Skywings are required to pledge fealty to the Ruler, and failure to do so can result in severe penalties, such as exile or worse. The ruler’s authority is considered absolute, and dissent is met with harsh punishment.

Public Fealty Ceremonies | Regular ceremonies are held where Skywings reaffirm their loyalty. Those who openly refuse to participate are viewed with suspicion and can be punished accordingly.

Treason and Punishments:

Definition of Treason | Acts of betrayal against the Ruler or the state (including planning a rebellion, spreading dissent, or failing to report dissenters) are considered treasonous.

Punishments | Punishable by death or severe imprisonment, often carried out in public to serve as a warning to others. The method of execution is often dramatic, such as public decapitation or the blood eagle.

Rights of Nobility and Authority

Noble Jurisdiction | Nobles may impose their own laws within their households, with the ruler’s permission, but they must align with the overarching laws of the empire. This leads to discrepancies in how justice is meted out depending on one’s social class.

Appeals to the Council | Common Skywings may appeal certain decisions to the ruler’s council, but chances for successful appeals are low, as the council is often swayed by the interests of the ruling houses.

Law of Honor:

Expectation of Honor | A complex set of unwritten laws dictates how Skywings are expected to behave in matters of personal honor, duels, and disputes. Violating these codes could lead to loss of reputation and familial honor, even if no formal punishment is issued.

Restoration of Honor | Challenges to settle disputes—called Honor Duels— are encouraged as a way to restore one's reputation after perceived slights. These duels must be sanctioned by higher nobility and conducted in public.

Combat and Arena Laws:

Right of Combat | Skywings who wish to challenge existing power structures or defend their honor may invoke the Right of Combat, but they must do so within the arena. Battles fought outside the arena are deemed illegal and can lead to execution.

Blood Oath Requirement | Participants in arena battles must swear a blood oath. Breaking this oath not only leads to punishment for the individual but can also affect their clan’s standing and reputation.

Judicial Practices | 🪙

The Ruler’s Justice:

Royal Decree | The ruler has ultimate power over law enforcement. their word is law, and they can create new laws or revoke existing ones at will. All decisions can be retroactively enforced.

Judgment by Combat | In matters of high treason or serious disputes, the ruler may call for a judgment by combat, allowing the parties involved to resolve their issues through combat rather than traditional legal means.

Council Hearings:

Advisory Role | The ruler’s Council serves as advisors in interpreting laws but their influence fluctuates based on the ruler's mood. Decisions are rarely made without the ruler’s final approval.

Conflicts of Interest | Council members often prioritize the interests of their noble houses, therefore influencing the outcome of legal decisions in favor of their kin.

Surveillance and Spying:

Watchers of the Sky | The ruler employs spies and informants (known as the Watchers) to monitor the population for signs of dissent. These spies can be from any class, creating a culture of mistrust even among families.

Mandatory Reporting | Skywings are legally obliged to report any suspicious activity or acts of rebellion. Failure to do so is deemed complicity in treason.

Public Sentiment and Reactions:

Fear and Compliance | The legal system relies heavily on fear and intimidation, effectively curbing open rebellion. However, resentment and dissent simmer beneath the surface, especially among common Skywings.

Underground Movements | As oppression rises, some Skywings form secret organizations to resist the tyrannical rule, leading to covert activities aimed at undermining the king and evading law enforcement.

THE ARENA OF ASCENDANCY | 🪙

The Arena of Ascendancy is a grand structure located at the heart of the Skywing capital, designed for spectacular, bloody combat and displays of dominance.

Purpose | 🪙

Political Control: The king uses the arena as a tool to instill fear and assert his authority. The outcome of the battles favor those loyal to him and serve as a grim reminder to the disobedient.

Rituals of Honor: Warriors compete not only for glory but also for the king’s favor and the chance to elevate their status within society. Winning an arena battle marks a warrior as a champion and a force to be reckoned with.

Structure of the Battles | 🪙

Participants: battles feature various types of combatants, including noble warriors and common fighters who seek fame or rank. Additionally, challenges may involve prisoners competing against each other to win their freedom.

Categories of Combat:

One-on-One Duels | A traditional format where warriors battle to the death or until submission. Often, the duel is surrounded by a narrative of betrayal or rivalry.

Team Battles | Clans come together, creating teams that showcase their unity and tactical abilities. These battles are often more chaotic and entertaining for the spectators.

Special Events | Occasionally, the king arranges a "Royal Challenge," where elite fighters from different noble houses face off against each other in a series of matches.

Cultural Significance | 🪙

A Test of Worthiness: Fighters view participation as a way to prove their strength and loyalty to the king. Every battle is an opportunity to ascend through social ranks and elevate one's house.

Entertainment for the Masses: Spectators from all classes gather to watch battles, fostering a sense of community while also reinforcing the king's power.

Rituals Involved | 🪙

Opening Ceremony: Each battle begins with an elaborate ritual involving the blessing of the arena by high-ranking clerics of the divine sky serpents. They invoke the spirits to grant strength and honor to the participants.

Blood Oath: Before each battle, warriors swear a blood oath before the audience, pledging to fight honorably and die valiantly if necessary. Broken oaths lead to severe repercussions for the house.

Victory Rites: After a victory, the champion performs a victory flight, soaring above the arena, allowing spectators to witness their triumph. Gifts and honors, such as ornate weaponry or talismanic tattoos, are bestowed upon the victor.

SKYWING HIERARCHY | 🪙

Within the Skywing Empire, the societal structure is hierarchical, with clear distinctions between roles across different classes.

High-Class Roles | 🪙

The Ruler: The supreme ruler of the Skywing Empire, responsible for law-making, governance, and maintaining order. The Ruler’s word is considered law.

Responsibilities | Oversees the affairs of the state, leads ceremonies, and commands the army. The Ruler also decides on matters of war and peace, often based on the counsel of their advisors.

Council Members: Nobles appointed to the Ruler’s council, advising them on matters of governance, military strategy, and treaties.

Responsibilities | Each council member may represent a specific aspect of the empire (military, economy, diplomacy) and exercise considerable power in shaping laws and policies.

Noble House Leaders: Heads of prominent Skywing families, these individuals have substantial influence and wealth.

Responsibilities | Fight for the interests of their house while participating in the council and court politics. Their decisions can impact regional governance and common citizens

Royal Guards: Elite fighters tasked with protecting the Ruler, council members, and noble houses. They are among the highest-trained combatants in the empire.

Responsibilities | Serve as bodyguards and take part in ceremonial duties. They also engage in battles to demonstrate loyalty.

Specialized Roles | 🪙

Clerics: Spiritual leaders who serve the worship of the divine sky serpents and perform religious rituals.

Responsibilities | Lead ceremonies, bless warriors before battles, and maintain sacred sites.

Watchers: Individuals serving the ruler as informants, tasked with monitoring the populace for any signs of dissent.

Responsibilities | They gather information on perceived threats and report them back to the ruler or council members, operating covertly within Skywing society.

Mid-Class Roles | 🪙

Warriors and Skyfighters: Trained combatants who participate in arena battles and serve in the ruler’s army. They are vital to both defense and offense during conflicts.

Responsibilities | Engage in combat, maintain discipline within ranks, and undergo constant training to hone their skills.

Artisans and Crafters: Skilled individuals specializing in creating clothing, jewelry, weapons, and artwork.

Responsibilities | Produce high-quality goods for nobles and craftsmen to sell. They may also create functional items, like flight gear, that align with a warrior's needs.

Traders and Merchants: Individuals engaged in trade, selling goods both domestically and with other races. They are often the economic backbone of the empire.

Responsibilities | Manage trade routes, negotiate deals, and maintain relationships with other tribes and empires, often seeking to maximize profit.

Educators and Scholars: Those who impart knowledge to young Skywings, particularly in noble families, and serve as advisors to council members.

Responsibilities | Teach history, combat strategies, and sky wisdom. Scholars may also study the natural world, including the weather and other creatures.

Lower-Class Roles | 🪙

Laborers and Farmers: Responsible for everyday tasks that support the infrastructure of the empire through agriculture, construction, and general labor.

Responsibilities | Grow crops, maintain supplies, and build structures. Their work ensures that the higher classes receive their needs but often goes unnoticed and underappreciated.

Servants and Housekeepers: Individuals serving the noble families, taking care of daily chores, cooking, and maintaining their living spaces.

Responsibilities | Duties range from kitchen work to cleaning and serving during events. They often come from lower classes and may have limited upward mobility.

Outcasts and Exiles: Those who have violated laws or norms, resulting in banishment or becoming societal pariahs.

Responsibilities | Often live on the fringes of society, resorting to theft or rebellion to survive. Some may form underground groups to challenge the king’s authority.

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The Shop in the Emerald City

Glinda Upland is celebrating her one year anniversary at Diggs's Dress Salon, and secretly excited by the new pen pal she is writing to about sorcery, when an unusual girl walks into the store and asks Mr. Diggs for a job. Inspired by The Shop Around the Corner (1940)

Rating: G

Word Count: 5,017

Shoutout to @localgaysian for reading this too, and always encouraging me

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With a deep bong, bong, bong, the clock in Mr. Diggs's office struck the hour. Eight o’clock, time to open the store. Glinda and Mr. Diggs walked out onto the floor, passing racks of rolled up fabric waiting for custom orders while pre-made dresses hung brightly towards the front of the store. The accessories they offered–hats ranging from wide-brimmed monstrosities to the tiny pill box style that had to be pinned in place, gloves of silk and lace, select pieces of jewelry that Glinda had convinced Mr. Diggs to add to their stock as a necklace could really complete a look–were arranged under and behind the glass sales counter.

Glinda had a good feeling about the day. It was her one year anniversary at Diggs's Dress Salon, and Mr. Diggs had just announced that she was the store’s top saleswoman. She could be considered for a promotion soon, if she kept it up. Selling dresses and other items of beautification came naturally to Glinda, as she had spent her entire life conscious of her appearance, picking just the right colors, materials, and level of extravagation for every occasion.

Selling dresses, though, was not her real passion. Not that she would ever reveal that to Mr. Diggs, or any of her colleagues. She had revealed her real passion to only one person: a new pen pal she had picked out from the classifieds in Oz Weekly. She hadn’t been looking for a pen pal. Glinda wrote letters to her family, updating them whenever she won an invitation to a party with the biggest names in the city–the Emerald City, it still thrilled her to be building her life at the center of Ozian society–or if there was a particularly notable customer at the shop, but otherwise she didn’t like to pour her heart onto the page or anything like that. But there was a word in that ad that drew Glinda in, and she had sent a letter the very next day: sorcery.

No time to ruminate on sorcery now though, the shop doors were unlocked and customers were starting to trickle in.

An hour later, as Glinda led a middle aged woman with, as Mr. Diggs would say, a unique look through the racks of dresses–this woman was impossible to please–a young woman about Glinda’s age pushed open the door. The first thing Glinda noticed was that her skin was green. Based on the glances of other customers, they noticed this too, but as there was so much in the Emerald City that people hadn’t seen before, and so much green, they took her in, and went back to shopping. Glinda, however, continued to stare. The girl wore a black dress with tight sleeves that made way for voluminous, pointed shoulders, like two ravens keeping her company. It was so hideodeous Glinda couldn’t look away. Her face was quite pretty, if set in a serious expression. Glinda decided, if only she dressed differently, she’d be stunning. Perhaps that was why she had come into the shop.

The girl walked over to Mr. Diggs, who stood behind the counter. The owner had such taste, and was a wizard at designing, but recently had been very caught up in the store’s financials. From her position by a rack, Glinda swore she overheard the girl ask Mr. Diggs if there were any available positions at the store. Really! A girl dressed like that, working in Diggs's Dress Salon. The very idea! Surely he wouldn’t hire her. He had Glinda already, and Fiyero, who could sway just about anyone to his ideas.

Suddenly, the girl appeared in front of her, interrupting her train of thought, flipping through the dresses,so fast that she could not possibly be giving each one any consideration. Maybe Glinda could help; she really did need some fashion advice.

“Excuse me–”

“Miss…Miss, what is your name?” Before Glinda could inquire if she could assist this girl–and make a sale, but really, it wasn’t about that–the woman next to her interrupted. “Do you know if this store carries anything like the dress you’re wearing? It is so striking!”

A trickle of cold ran down Glinda’s spine. What in Oz?

“Elphaba, my name is Elphaba,” the other girl replied. Elphaba. Glinda felt her face flush. Why was Miss Elphaba in her store, ruining her good day?

Elphaba stopped her search. “Here, Ma’am, what about this one? I assure you this lace at the top will…bring out…your eyes?” Judging by her halting speech, Elphaba had no experience in sales, and she had pulled out the most disgustifying dress in the store: black, of course, covered in curls of lace against a diamond pattern set asymmetrically across the bodice.

“Oh! Certainly!” the older woman replied, picking up the dress and looking at Elphaba with appreciation. “That’s just the thing!”

Where was the woman going to wear that dress, a funeral for a circus clown?

“Excellent choice. Let me walk you to the counter.”

Then that girl, Elphaba, walked away, guiding Glinda’s customer directly to Mr. Diggs. Glinda’s customer. That was supposed to be her up there, celebrating how good she was at this job, how close she was to promotion.

The ringing in her ears subsided just in time to hear Mr. Diggs say, “That was fantastic! I’d love to have you start as soon as tomorrow.”

The rest of that day passed by in a blur.

The next morning, as she stood in front of the store waiting for Mr. Diggs to arrive with the key, Glinda’s stomach turned when she looked up from her fashion magazine and saw Elphaba walking up. Of course she was punctual; she had to make up for her terrible fashion sense somehow. The dress Elphaba wore was not any better than the one from the day before.

Glinda was dressed in her signature pink, as she always was, a tasteful v-neck dress in satin with a full skirt. She had loved how it looked when she twirled in the mirror. Not that she would be twirling today.

Glinda had already brushed off the shop errand boy Master Biq–or was it Boq, she could never remember–sending him to pick up a pastry for her since she’d skipped breakfast. It was always the last thing in her morning routine, and thus, the one most often dropped when she was in a rush. Elphaba, with her simple braid and natural face, deep green eyes behind big round glasses, probably never had to worry about saving time to eat.

“Good morning,” the other girl offered with a smile. “I’m Elphaba. Mr. Diggs hired me yesterday.”

Be welcoming, Glinda told herself. That’s what a future store manager would do. But Elphaba’s nearness was making the back of Glinda’s neck tingle, and what about what she had done yesterday, stealing Glinda’s customer right from under her?

“Oh, I know. I saw you,” was Glinda’s short reply. She tried to keep her tone neutral, but her irritation was probably apparent.

“And you are?” Elphaba was still looking at her expectantly. Couldn��t she take a hint? The tingle from the back of Glinda’s neck spread down her arms. She smoothed the magazine in her hand before answering.

“Glinda Upland. Of the upper Uplands,” she said. “Yesterday was the one year anniversary of my first day at Mr. Digg’s Dress Salon.”

Maybe that would help Elphaba recognize the error in how she had behaved.

“Oh, a year!” Elphaba enthused. “Congratulotions. Maybe you can help me learn the ropes. As you can probably tell, I don’t really know much about clothes.” Elphaba let out a little laugh. It was a pleasant sound. But to weasel her way into this job, when she had no interest in the business, it just wasn’t right. “I’m sure you know how hard it can be to get by in this city.”

“Hm,” Glinda huffed. She supposed she did know, but she wasn’t going to tell Elphaba that.

Mr. Diggs arrived just then, thank Oz. Time to start work.

Once customers were buzzing around the bright racks exploding with tulle, satin, and sequins, some standing in the back taking measurements, still others checking how a hat might sit atop their head–one wide brim engulfed a woman’s small frame–Glinda breathed easier. She knew how to select the best looking items, how to talk up a customer as they looked in the mirror, and how to tactfully deliver the sale to Mr. Diggs and soak up her moment of success.

If only Elphaba wasn’t here. Elphaba approached her a few times with questions about fabrics, cuts, and pairing jewelry, which Glinda answered, of course, but usually to the customer Elphaba was helping. It was just more efficient that way. And if she took credit for the sale, who could blame her? She was the one with the knowledge in this business.

Customers still seemed drawn to Elphaba, especially if they came in looking for something a little bit more unusual. Every time Glinda saw Elphaba at the counter, she was always selling a dress that Glinda would have skipped over. Not that she was watching the other girl, but she couldn’t help but see her. The store wasn’t that large.

“Mr. Diggs, what convinced you to hire this Elphaba girl? She just doesn’t…well she doesn’t know anything about fashion,” Glinda cornered him in his office at the end of the day.

“Glinda, my dear,” he soothed. “I know she isn’t the person you’d expect to see in the store, but that’s just why I think we need her. The dress she sold yesterday was two seasons out of date and I was nearly writing it off as a loss before she came in. Same thing today. She’s actually quite good for business, so try to find it in you to be nice to her. Or at least leave her alone.”

Glinda huffed. Leave her alone? Maybe she could if Elphaba would stop talking to her.

“Okay. I will do my best, Mr. Diggs.” She plastered on a smile. “For you, I’ll try to ignore her.”

Nestled into a big, pink, velvet chair in her flat that evening, cup of tea in hand, Glinda held the letter she had picked up from her post box on the way home. Her heart ticked a bit faster as she unsealed the envelope, anticipating the reply from her magical pen pal. The ad had asked to be anonymous and the mystery added to the excitement. Her eyes skipped over the page at first taking in phrases: able to control and levitate objects. Then she took a breath and read it from beginning to end.

Before she reached the bottom of the page, Glinda had goosebumps down her arms. Based on what Glinda knew about sorcery, the skill of levitation was quite advanced, and her pen pal had apparently developed it at a young age. This person–he, Glinda had decided her correspondent had to be a man–must be a powerful sorcerer. The thought thrilled her.

She didn’t want to jump too far having only one letter from him, but she had already begun building a fantasy where she and this sorcerer fell in love, got married, and moved into a house with many closets. Glinda had gone on several dates in the past year, plenty of fancy dinners and big parties, but the men were always disappointing somehow. Their hands felt too rough on her shoulders, they tried to kiss her too soon, or when she did feel ready, and she did kiss them, the kisses felt mechanical and she itched for them to be over. With a man of magic though, the magical feeling she was supposed to feel would have to manifest. Magic did always light up her body like nothing else.

After a month at Diggs's Dress Salon, Elphaba was finally getting the hang of what was considered a party dress, a casual dress, a ball gown. She knew her fabrics. Usually she could even talk up details like embroidery or beading to convince a customer who was waffling.

Elphaba had formed a fast friendship with Fiyero, a tall, handsome man who had a knack for saying just the right thing to everyone who walked through the door. She suspected that some customers came in just to spend some time with Fiyero, flirt and laugh, and he was happy to oblige them. He may not have made the most sales, but kept the mood of the store light and fun.

Glinda, on the other hand, was an effective saleswoman, knowledgeable, and always up on the most current trends. She was poised and energetic. Glinda was also undoubtedly the most beautiful woman Elphaba had ever seen: soft blonde curls, big brown eyes. If only she were nicer to Elphaba. She tried to learn from Glinda when she first came to the store, but Glinda had been determined to ignore her, except to butt in to correct something Elphaba said, like the skirt she had been calling knee length actually being below the knee. When Elphaba had argued that the length had to depend somewhat on how tall the person was, Glinda had insisted that there was a proper terminology to these things.

Mr. Diggs, for his part, was a creative man, an understanding boss, and always worrying about money. Elphaba could relate to that; it was why she had come to the dress shop seeking a job in the first place. What she hoped to do was save enough to study sorcery more seriously and find a way to make a difference in Oz.

For years Elphaba had tried to hide her magic. Ever since she made a spoon fly at her nanny across the breakfast table, entirely by accident, her father had instructed her to control herself. Elphaba’s efforts only went so far. Her emotions seemed to snap something in the atmosphere, and objects always ended up in the air, then crashing back to earth. In Munchkinland, sorcery was seen as something ancient, and ancient history was left in the past. When Elphaba had arrived in the Emerald City, she had finally found reading material to help her understand how she could tap into herself, and focus that snap. Though it was all still theoretical.

At least now she had a friend who she could talk to about magic, even if it was only through anonymous letters. But her friend would only be anonymous for one more day. They had set a date to meet. At seven o’ clock the next day, Elphaba would walk into a little cafe wearing a silver starburst pin on her lapel and seek out her confidant who would be wearing the same.

Today, she just had to get through a few more hours. Then, tomorrow.

As Elphaba was shelving endless boxes of sequins in the workshop closet, Glinda approached her. The tapping of her heels like a teacher’s yardstick on a desk made Elphaba’s scalp tingle. She was in trouble.

“Elphaba.”

“Yes, Glinda?” Elphaba exhaled.

“You know the display in the front window?” Glinda gestured back the way she had come.

“I know the one.” Elphaba bit back a smile. Oh, this was no correction for misused fashion vocabulary. This Elphaba had done intentionally.

“Do you know why the mannequin is currently wearing a hideodeous tall, black, pointed hat?”

“I…don’t. I have no idea,” Elphaba lied. The smile escaped, and then a laugh.

“Elphaba! Please!” Glinda stared at her, seriously. “Think of the business!”

“I am. If I saw that hat, I might come into the store,” Elphaba argued. She had picked it because she knew Glinda would hate it, but it appealed to Elphaba. That part was true. She even thought about buying it from Mr. Diggs for her date–meeting–tomorrow. He had promised her a steep discount.

“Oh, it is your style, isn’t it,” Glinda conceded, surprising Elphaba. Then she continued. “Even so, I’m taking it down.”

As she turned to leave, she muttered to herself, “When I’m a sorceress, I won’t be dealing with things like this.”

Elphaba’s face burned for a moment. Sorcery?

“You…you practice sorcery?”

Glinda faltered, and spun back around.

“Oh, I didn’t mean for you to��Well, I know it’s a bit unfashionable now, but yes. It is my dream. I once took a vial of sand and turned it into a little glass swan.” As Glinda said it, she curved her hand like she was gingerly holding the precious bird.

Glinda paused, tilting her head like she was considering her story.

“At least it was supposed to be a swan, and it does have wings, if you look at it from a certain angle. It was my first—You don’t want to hear this,” she cut herself off.

Elphaba stared. She was too shocked to respond, but she did want to hear this. Glinda was interested in sorcery, dreamed to make it her life, could alter the appearance of things, or tried to. Just like the person she wrote letters to twice a week.

It couldn’t be her.

Cold anxiety trickled through Elphaba’s stomach, followed by a strange warmth. She would have called it hope if it was anyone but Glinda. She felt the snap.

A box suddenly dropped from the shelf behind her, scattering sequins across the floor.

“Did you…” Glinda started to ask but let the question drop, as she watched Elphaba kneel down and start picking up the tiny shiny pieces. Glinda’s mouth was stuck open in a little o.

“I must have left that one hanging too far over the edge,” Elphaba was quick to explain. If Glinda was the person she had exchanged letters with, and, who was she kidding, it had to be her, Elphaba did not want her to start to suspect Elphaba was writing to her. First, she had to figure out what she was going to do.

Glinda walked away and Elphaba worked to slow her breathing. Moments later, Glinda reappeared with a broom.

“Elphaba, get up from there, just sweep them up.” She put her hand on Elphaba’s shoulder as she handed off the broom. “It’s not your fault.”

Elphaba’s shoulder felt warm. Glinda took a breath as if to ask a question, then turned instead.

“Now, I’m going to remove that hat, which is your fault.”

Elphaba laughed to herself. Maybe it could be Glinda.

As she considered the possibility, Elphaba did her best to avoid Glinda the rest of the day, and the beginning of the next.

Elphaba was placing the pointed hat that had so offended Glinda into a hatbox the next time Glinda was able to get near enough to talk to her. Glinda had never made her nervous before, but this time, Elphaba had to steady her hands against the cool glass of the display case beneath her.

“What are you doing with that horrendible hat?” Glinda asked. “If it ends up back in the window–”

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that,” Elphaba cut in. “I’m buying it myself, to wear on a date tonight.”

The idea of meeting Glinda at the cafe while wearing the hat so amused Elphaba that she had decided she would buy it after all. The look on Glinda’s face would be worth every cent.

Glinda pursed her lips and raised an eyebrow.

“I wouldn’t…recommend that,” was her controlled reply. She quickly moved on. “I have a date tonight too!” Glinda brightened as she began to talk about her own plans. “I think…” she covered her mouth and let out a small squeak of delight. “I think I might be meeting my husband tonight.”

Husband? Elphaba flushed, turning the thought over in her mind that Glinda wanted to marry the person she was writing to. Of course, she would change her mind once she found out that person was Elphaba. Elphaba opened her mouth to set Glinda straight, but caught herself and closed it again before replying.

“Oh, is that so?”

“Yes!” Glinda confirmed in an excited stage whisper, then continued embellishing, “And he is a very powerful man. A sorcerer!”

“A sorcerer?” Elphaba smiled and placed a hand on top of Glinda’s, which rested atop the counter. “Well, Glinda, I wish you good luck.”

Glinda set her other hand on top of Elphaba’s and squeezed. “Oh, thank you Elphie!”

Then Glinda breezed away. When had she become Elphie? She stroked the brim of the hat just to have something to do with her hands.

Scattered couples and groups sat around the cafe chatting, filling the air with a hum of activity. Glinda fiddled with the starburst pin on her collar, wiped at the condensation collecting on her glass of water, pulled out the last letter she had received from her pen pal, confirming their meeting, her nerves pinging wildly. She didn’t want him to see her like this. Smoothing her hair, and taking a deep breath, Glinda tried to settle.

A familiar voice cut through her anxious fidgeting. “Hello Glinda, what a coincidence.”

Glinda looked up to see Elphaba standing behind the chair that was set out for her date. On top of her head was that hat, the pointed top threatening. Glinda had tried to change Elphaba’s mind about it, but Elphaba was stubborn.

“Hello, Elphaba,” Glinda said, tempted to tell Elphaba to move immediately, but deciding that would be too rude, especially after they had a moment of bonding at the store. Glinda would be nice, interested in what Elphaba was doing. “Are you here for your date too?”

“Yes!” Elphaba smiled, excitable in a way Glinda had not seen her before. Her green eyes were bright. She removed her hat and sat down in the chair across from Glinda. “Have you seen Fiyero, by chance? I’m supposed to be meeting him.”

“Oh, you…and Fiyero?” Glinda asked incredulously. It was only after the words spilled out that she realized her heart was racing and she was gripping the napkin in her lap a little too tightly and she may have been a bit rude after all.

Elphaba laughed. “We’re just friends, Glinda. Don’t look so shocked.”

“I’m not…I’m not shocked, just…” Glinda tried to explain, but she wasn’t sure what was making her face hot and her head reel. More importantly, Elphaba was sitting where her date was supposed to be. “Elphie, please, I’m waiting on someone.”

“Waiting for someone,” Elphaba corrected with a smirk.

“That isn’t my point.” The girl was impossible. “I need that chair. If he shows up and sees me sitting with a friend, he’ll think I changed my mind and I’ll lose my chance.”

“Are we friends?” Elphaba leaned in to ask in a low voice. Glinda noticed the freckles scattered across Elphaba’s cheekbones. The back of Glinda’s neck tingled. Why did it feel like Elphaba was asking something else?

“I guess we are,” Glinda managed to reply. “Now, please, go wait for Fiyero somewhere else.”

“Okay, I’m going,” Elphaba said, finally. She rose and touched Glinda’s arm. “Good night, Glinda.”

Something in her longed for Elphaba to sit back down. But soon her pen pal would appear and she would forget all about that.

An hour passed. She never saw Fiyero, and Elphaba had apparently left once their conversation ended. Glinda repeated her routine–fiddling, wiping, checking the letter, then smoothing her hair–until finally she decided that the sorcerer, or whoever the person was who wrote her all those passionate letters about the practice of magic, was not going to come. Blinking back tears, she stood up and left.

The next day, Glinda was not herself at work, disengaged and obviously depressed. Elphaba asked her about how the date had gone, and not wanting to reveal that it had not happened at all, Glinda lied and said it had been nice, leaving out any details she might have to remember later.

When she left work, Glinda ran straight to the post office, and, yes, there in her box was a letter from her pen pal. She didn’t wait to get home to read it. Glinda ripped it open right there in the tiled hallway where all the post boxes were tucked away. It confirmed her fears. She was going to have to talk to Elphaba about this, first thing tomorrow. At least her pen pal had offered another date, if she were inclined to accept.

Walking into work in the morning, Glinda worked to slow her racing thoughts. She couldn’t just confront Elphaba as soon as she saw her. If they argued in public, it could hurt her reputation as top salesperson. Plus, Elphaba was the only person at the store who knew she was interested in sorcery, and she wanted to keep it that way.

A few hours into the day, there was a lull in activity, so Mr. Diggs sent Elphaba back to the workshop to check that the shelves were stocked and organized. Glinda followed her, and before Elphaba could start moving boxes, she started in.

“Elphaba, do you know what you did to me the other night?” Glinda asked with obvious irritation.

Elphaba leaned back against the shelves, oddly calm, a small smile on her face. “I only sat down for a few minutes, what could I have done? And you told me the date went well.”

Glinda squeaked out a sound of indignation. “Okay, I lied. My date never showed up, because of you.”

“How do you know it was because of me?”

“Here, I’ll read you the letter.” She pulled it out from a hidden pocket on the side of her dress.

“Oh, I like that,” Elphaba pointed at Glinda’s pocket, then brought the finger up to her lips, still smiling. Elphaba’s coolness was pushing Glinda to the end of her rope. She could feel her heart picking up speed and her neck getting hot and it wouldn’t do to get angry at work.

“Elphaba! Listen.” Glinda started to read. “I saw you sitting there with your pin, a gorgeous girl with golden curls and an adorable smile,” Glinda nodded along with the description of herself. “And at the same time I noticed across from you another beautiful young woman with a striking black hat.” Elphaba laughed behind her hand and Glinda glared at her, continuing. “I didn’t want to interrupt because it seemed like there was something between you.”

“Beautiful young woman,” Elphaba repeated back. “I think I like your pen pal.”

Elphaba was simply infurifying and clearly wasn’t going to apologize. “At least we have another date set for tonight, so you didn’t totally ruin it. Fine, go ahead and get back to your boxes.”

“Fine.”

Elphaba turned back to the shelf. Then, before Elphaba had touched a thing, a hat box from high above shot out over Glinda’s head and clattered to the ground behind her. In its wake, Glinda was filled with a static tingle. It was the same feeling she had with Elphaba in this room before, when a box of sequins had suddenly jumped to the ground. Elphaba had made an excuse and Glinda had wanted to believe it was just an accident, but she had felt the charge in her body then too. Glinda’s anger was gone, replaced with an electric pull to Elphaba.

“You…you did that.” Glinda said, pointing at Elphaba’s back, afraid to touch her. “You do magic too?”

Elphaba turned back around slowly. “Yeah, I do.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? Oh, Elphie, we could have shared ideas–”

“We have,” Elphaba interrupted. From the pocket of her structured black jacket, Elphaba pulled out a silver starburst pin. A pin that matched Glinda’s.

All Glinda could do was breathe while she looked from the pin to Elphaba’s open face. Glinda’s stomach swooped as it all caught up to her. There had never been a sorcerer. There had always been Elphaba.

“Why didn’t you tell me that, Elphie!” Glinda reached out to take hold of one of Elphaba’s lapels and smooth over the fabric with her thumb. She regarded Elphaba again, her green eyes and freckles, soft looking lips. A beautiful young woman. Sure, Elphaba had written the words about herself, but Glinda thought they were true.

“When I realized it was you, I wasn’t sure what to think, after how things were between us when I first started here,” Elphaba replied in a soft, serious voice. Glinda’s stomach churned remembering how she had acted.

“I was pretty awful to you, wasn’t I?” Glinda responded, dropping her hand from Elphaba’s jacket. “I am sorry. I was–”

“You don’t have to explain,” Elphaba cut in. She took Glinda’s hand in hers and continued. “I went to the cafe that night ready to tell you, but after you had mentioned marriage, and this man you were going to meet, when you told me to leave, I left. I was only going to disappoint you.”

“No, Elphie, no!” Glinda insisted, squeezing Elphaba’s hand, wanting to pull closer. Glinda considered the idea. She had believed she would fall in love with the sorcerer from her letters, so now that the sorcerer turned out to be a woman–turned out to be Elphaba–she could still possibly fall in love, couldn’t she?

“You wouldn’t disappoint me, you don’t,” Glinda said, quieter, stepping closer, bringing her hand up to Elpaba’s face.

“Does this mean we’re getting married?” Elphaba joked, putting her other hand on Glinda’s waist. Her hand felt warm there. That magic electric static filled Glinda again.

“Just kiss me first,” Glinda said.

Elphaba responded by leaning in and meeting Glinda’s mouth with hers. Elphaba’s lips were soft, and felt so good against hers. Glinda hummed a high sound of pleasure. They broke apart, both smiling.

“It’s probably not a good idea to make out in the workshop,” Elphaba reasoned.

Glinda risked a quick peck before replying, “Okay. But we’ll keep that date, at the cafe tonight, won’t we?”

Elphaba nodded. “We will.”

#my fic #wicked #gelphie #gelphie fic #fun fact frank morgan played both the wizard in the wizard of oz and the shop owner in shop around the corner #so that's why i named the shop owner with the wizard's real name

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reyaint · 4 months ago

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RED VELVET dr | intro

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date: november 17, 2024.

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--stole off Pinterest bc it fit

𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒍𝒚

ARIA (아리아), is a Haiqinian member of the South Korean girl group Red Velvet and the female unit GOT the Beat, She made her solo debut on October 9th, 2022 with ANIMAL FARM

OFFICIAL COLORS: raspberry pink, white

SOLO FANDOM NAME: nobles

𝑰𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚, 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍, 𝑰𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅

ARIA

Career

Main Vocal, Lead Dancer, Lead Rapper, Center

Rep Animal; 🦁

Training Period; 2 years, 2 months

Talents; dancing and vocals.

Specialities; mind games.

ISTJ (formerly INTJ)

Haiqinian

Insta; Aria_MedeanZ

Basics

Aeolian Medea Kayena Solon

CN Name; Zhao Na Feng ❪赵娜峰❫

KR Name; Kwon Mi Ae ❪권미에❫

English Name; Anne Solon

Birthplace; Waterlight City, Nirin Province, Haiqin

November 17, 1998

Scorpio

Tiger

O-

5’9 ft ❪177cm❫

VC: 96neko, Rubyeye

Trivias (Kprofiles)

Her designated color is raspberry pink, though she has seen with orange and white

Her nicknames are Butterfly or Fawn due to her elegance

Her representative fruit is strawberry🍓

Her representative weapon is daggers

Her representative drink is Pink Fizzy Drink (Ingredients: Strawberry, Lemon Juice, Red Lotus, Soda)

Her favorite number is 13 due to it being good luck in her culture.

She graduated from Seoul International High School in 2017.

Her favorite foods are: Nirin Stew, steak, kimchi, spicy foods, fish, and apples

She's a big fan of Yuzuru Hanyu, she even started figure skating in middle school and kept on until she moved to Korea

She has her driver license (in Haiqin)

When speaking Korean she has a Daegu accent despite going to school in Seoul, due to some of her friends being from Daegu. She ended up picking up from Irene as well.

She collects gaming keyboards, knives (decorative), jewelry, and stuffed animals

She acted in the Kdrama Version of “Mercenary Enrollment” as “Maya”

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆

-Excited for this dr

-I use the same name for pretty much every dr I have bc I love it sm

-My kprofiles for my drs are relatively the same bc I just find it easier copy and pasting so yeah

-I love RV sm bro😭I'm so excited

-I feel like my trivia may be very uhh...the same but that's bc I'm lazy lmao.

#reality shifter #reality shifting #shiftblr #shifting community #anti shifters dni #shifting #shifting motivation #reyaint #kpop shifting #kpop dr #dr world #dr scrapbook #red velvet shifting

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Third RO to get a pokémon team is none other than Elysium (Dark/Normal/Water). Their team was blast to put together within the available typings.

Starting off with a Furfrou, this dog has the aristocatic flair that is just perfect for Elysium, while also being fierce enough to be designated guardian of kings. He pays more for his Furfrou's trimming sessions than some people pay on rent. World's most spoiled dog will look extremely annoyed if blood gets on its fur and, honestly, Elysium gets it, it is really pretty fur.

Second is Milotic. Of course they would get a breathtakingly beautiful pokémon that is known to be a pain in the neck to obtain. Loves being the center of attention.

His starter is a Primarina. They are GNC buddies and have matching scars. It was his price to pay, but Primarina would not let him carry the burden alone. Elysium has... complex feelings about that.

Mega Houndoom is Elysium's actual hound dog, getting dirty by its trainer's side as they score another kill. It enjoys a good grooming session and training alongside Elysium, but hates social situations, even if it can play the part of a well-behaved dog.

Sableye helps Elysium decide on what jewelry to wear by eating any gems it considers not being up to its trainer's standards. May or may not have helped get rid of evidence via munching, crunching and hiding it in a cave.

Indeedee is usually the one holding down the fort when Ely is away. It is highkey their secretary and has unlimited access to their credit card and all of their online accounts.

hehe

#Ely having more than one dog pokemon is funny for reasons only I am privy to right now #primarina wanting to help carry burdens. pain.jpg #Ely is like. the gatekeeper test for battling. if you arent up to snuff to beat them then stop trying. go home.#i cant get over primarina actually. especially with matching scar.#slsq pkmn

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headtripped · 1 year ago

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MUN INTRO: hey! my name's peyton [th/th, cst, 21+] & i'll be writing for sverre olsen, lee hyeon, selena palacio & dylan hwang here. you can find me on discord @ #seamonkeydefender & please feel free to add me w/o asking as well! discord is my preferred plotting method. all of my characters are on sideblogs aside from sverre, so i will be dming from @portra400s when necessary... hehe

CHARA INTRO: next up, lee hyeon. he's a 25yr old city boy, currently "visiting" yuseong bay (re: staying here indefinitely) to ride out some bad press, as he was an idol up until his group noisily disbanded in late 2023. he's always been interested in cars/had some mechanic experience so he's now the shop hand at park's garage. you can view his stats here & his pinterest here if interested!

answer the following prompts, either ooc or ic!

when did your muse first arrive in yuseong bay?: has visited a few times before, but moved to yuseong bay indefinitely in february 2024.

what does an average day look like for your muse?: wake up around 6:30 or 7:00am, skincare/brush teeth, go for a jog around town, go back home to have breakfast, go to work, go home to shower and change clothes, go out for a while (probably for a joyride, but maybe somewhere to socialize), go home to spend the rest of the evening helping out around the house or working on music, go to sleep.

where can your muse usually be found?: during the day, he's usually at park's garage. aside from that, he's known to just cruise around in his car; though it is somewhat common to see him in the recreation center's gym or at 88& bar.

how does your muse feel about hanwha resort?: indifferent. it doesn't affect him in any way, but he's currently living with his best friend's grandparents, and he feels a bit sad for them that their quiet little town is becoming a little less quiet. still, he doesn't care a whole lot as it doesn't seem to have done any real harm to the area, and is more just of a nuisance than anything from what he can see.

is there an aspiration for your muse to stay in or leave yuseong bay?: he's waiting out bad press, so he'll probably be in yuseong bay until (a) his location leaks or (b) he can search his name without the disbandment news & articles about him being sued being the first things to come up. he was young when he started training to be an idol & only 18 when he debuted, soooo he's also just now getting a chance to (kind of) relax for the first time in his life—these are his motivations to stay, but he's a city boy at heart & does want to return to being a public figure when the drama dies down, so he'll have to leave sooner or later.

answer the following, ooc!

list your muse's three favorite songs: cleanin' out my closet by eminem, shark attack by limp bizkit, humble by kendrick lamar (honorable mentions: liberation by skyminhyuk & gottasade by bewhy); a fan of hip-hop & heavy rock.

describe your muse's style: simple, straight-forward. a closet full of basics in a dark color palette, but if pay him any mind, you’ll see that most of what he wears is designer—he’ll define his taste as “quiet elegance,” but it’s mostly just his pretentiousness speaking. occasionally wears accent pieces or graphic tees, but mostly stays minimalistic with layered jewelry as the “point”.

color, word, and emoji to describe your muse?: burnt sienna, "noise", 🔥

three strong likes and dislikes for your muse: really likes reptiles, racing, fashion / really doesn't like scifi, having to share anything, being disagreed with.

three positive and negative traits for your muse: positive decisive, hard-working, supportive / negative dishonest, unloyal, volatile.

three talents and shortcomings for your muse: very musically skilled, esp with producing, great at making decisions when no one else can/wants to (he'll never make you choose where to eat), very handy / poor control on his emotions, often acts without thinking, starts shit he can't finish.

what is a book/tv series/movie/video game character that you feel your character relates to?: mostly mac, some dennis (it's always sunny).

a relevant goal or arch for your character to overcome: hyeon's a very self-focused person. he's not quite as bad as he was when he was a little younger, but he's still quite aggressive & quick to use people for personal gain, then ditch them when they have nothing left to offer—doesn't necessarily want to be like this, and he's gained some self-awareness in recent times. so, it'd be nice if he can (start to) overcome this and view people as... people... instead of tools to get himself further in life!!! which will hopefully be easier for him in a place like yuseong bay anyway, where life is a little slower and the people are more genuine than what he's used to. aside from this, he has some inner child healing he needs to do and also needs to rediscover his own personality outside of the public image he's curated.

MORE INFO!

hyeon was the main rapper/subvocalist of a boy group called twi5t. debuted in 2017, disbanded in late 2023. they were pretty popular and believed by the public to be not just coworkers, but very good friends—which amplified this positive, ideal perception the public had of them. tl;dr is that they all hated each other. the only real friendship was between hyeon and one other member, who happens to be from yuseong bay and whose family hyeon's currently staying with.

in his stint as an idol, hyeon was originally the least popular member of twi5t. had an attitude scandal not long after debut, so he was under scrutiny already and it didn't help that he had a rough sense of humor and a tendency to use banmal with people he ought to be respecting. over the years, he gained (some) public favor thru the extensive producing he did for the group and other groups within the industry, solo variety show appearances, community service he was forced into, etc etc. but even as people cut him more slack and started to like him, he was perceived as being the most problematic one in the group which was... not true...

but i digress. he was one of the first members to start releasing solo music, which he "bribed" the company into. basically said "hey i'll let u guys have more of the profits than stated in my contract if u let me do this" because he was like... 21 and stupid as hell JBSDHJVSBDF like... he really thought that if he gave them a leg up, it would prevent them from trying to fuck him over. spoiler: it didn't. ultimately his contract was amended and resulted in the profits from everything with his name as an individual on it being split 60% to the company and 40% to him, but he didn't realize this was a permanent thing until a few years down the line when people who'd featured on his songs were making more money off said songs than he was. atp he was one foot out the door, not caring too much about the company or group 'cause fuck those guys for real...

still tried to be on his best behavior and was gonna wait out the contract, but shit started going extremely south with the group in 2023 and hyeon got sued into the ground for slander & breach of contract over a drunk instagram live he did where he was talking about it. aired out not only the group, but the company's business—basically talking about how the members didn't get along, citing a few instances, bitching about management never helping and just sweeping problems under the rug, mentioning how the company trapped him in an unfair contract, etc etc. so yea... his reputation's in the dirt!

anyway... he's 25 now. his brain's finally fully developed. he's learned from his mistakes. he's a better & smarter man than he used to be, but still has a long way to go. picked up a job at park's garage not longer after moving to yuseong bay, as he doesn't like to have too much time to sit around and sulk—helps that he's extremely interested in cars & had some prior mechanic experience from pre-debut and sidework for friends throughout his career.

speaking of cars........ he has two: a 2008 mitsubishi eclipse spyder, which usually sits @ the garage and his flashy daily driver, a 2022 mclaren 765lt. who's he pissing off when he goes joyriding with the top down?

#yshqs:intro

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diamondcrownacademy · 1 year ago

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DCA Info Part 14: Ceremonial Dorm Sorting and the Freshmen Welcoming Ceremony

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Ceremonial Dorm Sorting

First years are brought to the throne room by the crystal carriage. The carriage has soft bedding inside of it and the student sleeps soundly as they are transported.

Unlike NRC's carriage that holds coffins, the student is merely slumbering on the bed provided in the carriage, the windows are covered by curtains of course. The carriage is pulled by two unicorns who are trained by the school to retrieve the chosen students.

How the unicorns can traverse through several miles with a student on top of that is a complete mystery.

When the students arrive at the academy, they are placed at the sorting room that actually has two parts. The first half is the large garden where the girls all sleep on the soft grass surrounded by mysterious flowers. While the other half is where the dorm sorting occurs.

The dorm fairies enter the garden where they will use their magic on the flowers that will awaken the students. Then they will lead the students to the dorm sorting area where the staff and the dorm leaders will wait for them.

The room looks like a crystalized ballroom. There is a fountain on the far end at the center and in front of it lies a podium where a jewelry box with a key is placed. The walls have stained glass portraits of the ten princesses where the dorm leaders will have to stand by their respective window as the dorm sorting commences.

The Royal Jewelry Box

This is a magical tool that is the prized possession of the academy, much like the Dark Mirror in NRC.

The jewelry box will only be opened by the key that is always next to it. Even though it seems like others might be able to open it easily, it won't be as simple as that.

The jewelry box has a sentience of its own and will only let the key be used to whomever it deems worthy. Anyone unworthy who tries to pick up the key would feel hot iron on their skin.

Trying to pry it open wouldn't work either and even if you drop a heavy weight on it, the box will still be in good condition.

The students will be called one by one to turn the key of the jewelry box where they will gain a jewel. This jewel will be placed on their head which will magically turn into a crown that they will wear alongside their Ceremonial Gowns.

The crown's design is based on the dorm, said design is the same for all the students of that particular dorm.

Ceremonial Crowns

🍎 Pommeneige's crown has a tree branches incorporated in it's design and has a ruby jewel.

👠 Glastanzerin's crown has a small castle incorporated in it's design and has an opal gem.

🐰 Futterwacken's "crown" consists of a flower wreath with an ametrine gem.

🌹 Rosadormienti's crown has roses and thorns incorporated in it's design and has a rose quartz gem.

🐠 Coquille's crown has seashells incorporated in it's design and has purple colored pearl.

📚 Chateau Beastiale's crown has a design reminiscent of the Beast's horns and has a topaz jewel.

🏝️ Magiaoasis's crown has swirly lines incorporated in it's design and has a sapphire jewel.

🐲 Dragonstone's crown has a dragon incorporated in it's design and has a garnet jewel.

🍂 Sagamore's crown has leaves incorporated in it's design and has an amber jewel.

🐸 Lagniappe's crown has lily pads incorporated in it's design and has an emerald gem.

The purpose of the tiara is to signify the dorm the student belongs to. Other than that it's necessary to wear the Ceremonial Crown during occasions where it is mandatory to wear their Ceremonial Gowns.

As for the rings, they will acquire those alongside the crown, as they are given by the school alongside their uniforms for both campus and dorm wear.

The rings are made with magic and can shrink or enlarge to fit the size of the finger the student chooses to wear it on.

The Freshmen Welcoming Ceremony

As the name implies, it is a ceremony to welcome the new students to Diamond Crown Academy. During the ceremony, the dorm tenants have to wear their coronation robes. But only the dorm leaders go to the throne chamber while the tenants have to make sure the welcoming party goes smoothly.

🍎 Pommeneige

The Pommeneige dorm prepares a nice warm meal such as potato and sausage stew, apple dumplings, gooseberry pie and apple cider. These dishes are essential to serve because of the princess who served the seven dwarfs the same dish as a sign of gratitude. So the students eat the meal along with the dwarfs who make them selves comfortable at the dinner table, chatting with the students and sometimes playing around. After eating, the students gather outside and they watch the dwarfs sing and dance. Sometimes the students will be tempted to join in and sing along. Then they share stories about anything they could think of before the day ends.

👠 Glastanzerin

The Glastanzerin dorm gathers the tenants to the large dining hall where there's tea and small cakes to be eaten while they make small talk. The cakes are decorated with fruits coated with nappage glaze. Afterwards, they are lead to a ballroom where the golden statues of noblemen come to life when the clock strikes 8 pm. The students then dance with the statues or just stand around and chat. The ball ends at midnight where the statues go back to their original positions and become inanimate. once again.

🐰 Futterwacken

The Futterwacken dorm will hold a chaotic tea party. They bring out the chocolate fountain that is built with several spouts that are shaped like teapots. The fountain produces about five different syrup flavors, strawberry, chocolate, cream, caramel, and maple syrup. The food they serve is a variety of tarts, waffles and cupcakes that can be decorated using several sprinkles and candies near the fountain. There's also non-dessert dishes served like scotch dodo egg, mushroom stew and tiny-to-large-sandwiches. The drinks are pink lemonade and minty earl gray tea. The teapots dance to the tune of the flowers as they sing, "All in the Golden Afternoon", where even the shrubs and trees would sway to the tune. The flowers take this chance to leave their pots and dance around the students and sometimes stand on the student's head.

🌹 Rosadormienti

For Rosadormienti, the fairies of the dorm would come out and dance about in the air and give minor blessings to the newcomers that last throughout the school year. The blessings can range from luck to protective spells to even small gifts that carry mysterious properties. The students then hold acapella shows where they sing popular songs that have the students joining in too. The dorm isn't too extravagant with the welcoming ceremony but they have fun nonetheless. When the students are asleep, the flowers release glittering pollen that gives them pleasant dreams and help them relax.

🐠 Coquille

The sea creatures and students of the Coquille dorm would attend a musical performance that the upperclassmen would prepare with the dorm leader at the center stage. They do synchronized swimming alongside other sea creatures, they finish it off with the crystal on the roof shining bright. After the performance, the freshmen students have to show their musical capabilities by doing an idol performance of their song of choice. They can perform solo or with a group if they wish. Then afterwards is the tour of the dorm where they show them their dorm rooms as well as a special visit to the Pearl Salon.

📚 Chateau Beastiale

The Chateau Beastiale dorm will of course hold a grand feast courtesy of Gustove and his floating plates accompanied by a singing chandelier. The song, "Be Our Guest", is a song that has been considered a tradition for the furniture to sing. The dishes are a variety of french cuisine and desserts for the students to enjoy. After the magnificent dinner, the students are allowed to roam about and get acquainted with one another. The freshmen are surprised that they get their own talking wardrobe, the wardrobes spend the first hour talking about what style would the student prefer so that they may do their duty to utmost perfection.

🏝️ Magiaoasis

The Magiaoasis dorm would hold their welcoming feast at the dorm's large garden area where the flamingos, peacocks and parrots would fly about and do whatever they please, occasionally a parrot or two would fly close to the students to ask for a small snack before flying off. The feast has a large spread of Middle Eastern cuisine such as, manakeesh, shawarma, baklava, and zainab fingers, with coffee and limon ou nana as refreshments. The feast isn't too extravagant but the calming atmosphere of the sunset with the sounds of chirping birds makes it feel like home.

🐲 Dragonstone

In the case of the Dragonstone dorm, there is a welcoming parade done by the dragons of the dorm, they dance and throw a golden ball around like some sort of game. The climax of the parade is when the ball is thrown high up and it explodes into a bright array of fireworks. After that, the students eat in the dining hall with the dorm leader giving a welcoming speech. The dinner isn't filled with dancing or anything, it's more of lively chatter that paints the image of a large family gathering. There's chinese hotpot, dumplings, peking duck, chow mein and wontons as the main course. Chinese snowflake cake, sticky rice cake, accompanied with complimentary fortune cookies for dessert.

🍂 Sagamore

The Sagamore dorm is more of a less grand impression but it involves students given the reminder of the harmony with the land and it's gifts. The saying, take only what you need and nothing more. There is a table filled with plenty of food such as, roasted turnips and winter squash, turkey with berry-mint sauce, and chia pudding with berries and amaranth for dessert. But they don't eat yet, they have to wait for the dorm leader to hunt one bison for the bison pot roast. The dorm leader goes to hunt for a bison but there is a strict rule that the dorm leader follows if she hunts for a bison, do not kill a female or a baby bison, and the leader of the herd must be left alone. Only hunt a male that isn't a leader, the bisons in this world have certain features that determine the leader such as large horns and a magical rune that symbolizes leader on it's body. When the dorm leader returns with a bison, the students the have the freshmen help with the preparation of cooking the bison pot roast. From there, the dorm leader gives thanks to the blessings of the earth and they tell stories while they eat.

🐸 Lagniappe

The Lagniappe dorm will always start with a jazz band playing classic jazz music or jazz covers. There's dancing and singing in the dorm, the fireflies circle around the boat as the students party. Of course there's going to be food! The famous Gumbo made by the historical figure is to die for, beignets, jambalaya and king cake. Every dish made has to be followed accordingly to the recipes of the princess and the way she did it. Afterwards, the fireflies disperse and put on a light show for them. The animals in the swamp emerge as if to welcome the new students to the dorm. The frogs jump aboard the boat and stick close to the students as if they want to watch the show with them, this is a normal occurrence so the students are reminded to keep in mind of the frogs.

#DCA info #general information #diamond crown academy

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colonelrajyavardhanrathore · 4 months ago

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Integrated Cluster Development Scheme: A Visionary Initiative by Col Rajyavardhan Rathore

The Integrated Cluster Development Scheme (ICDS), launched under the leadership of Colonel Rajyavardhan Rathore, marks a significant milestone in fostering economic growth and social development across Rajasthan. Focused on empowering small-scale industries, artisans, and rural entrepreneurs, this initiative is set to transform traditional production clusters into engines of innovation, employment, and sustainability.

In this article, we’ll explore the goals, features, and potential impact of this scheme on Rajasthan’s economy and its people.

What is the Integrated Cluster Development Scheme?

The ICDS aims to modernize and strengthen production clusters in Rajasthan, encompassing sectors like handicrafts, textiles, food processing, and small-scale manufacturing. By integrating infrastructure development, skill training, and financial incentives, this scheme provides a holistic framework to promote regional growth.

Col Rajyavardhan Rathore’s Vision Behind the Scheme

Col Rajyavardhan Rathore, a staunch advocate for rural development and economic empowerment, believes that: “Clusters are the backbone of our economy. Strengthening them means empowering our artisans, entrepreneurs, and communities for a brighter, self-reliant Rajasthan.”

His leadership in shaping the scheme reflects a commitment to harnessing the state’s cultural heritage and industrial potential for sustainable development.

Key Objectives of the ICDS

Economic Growth: Enhance the productivity and profitability of Rajasthan’s traditional and emerging clusters.

Job Creation: Generate employment opportunities, particularly in rural and semi-urban areas.

Skill Development: Provide training to workers and entrepreneurs in modern techniques and global standards.

Sustainability: Promote eco-friendly practices in production and infrastructure.

Global Competitiveness: Enable clusters to compete effectively in national and international markets.

Highlights of the Integrated Cluster Development Scheme

1. Infrastructure Upgradation

Establishment of common facility centers (CFCs) equipped with modern tools and machinery.

Development of dedicated industrial parks and cluster zones.

Improved connectivity through roads, railways, and digital infrastructure.

2. Financial Support

Subsidies and Grants: Financial assistance for purchasing equipment and upgrading technology.

Cluster Development Funds: Allocation of funds for infrastructure, marketing, and research.

Low-Interest Loans: Easy access to credit for small businesses and artisans.

3. Capacity Building

Skill Training Programs: Workshops on modern production techniques, quality control, and innovation.

Entrepreneurship Development: Training in business management and digital marketing.

Global Exposure: Participation in national and international trade fairs.

4. Promoting Innovation and Technology

Establishment of innovation hubs within clusters to encourage research and development.

Integration of digital tools such as e-commerce platforms and management software.

5. Focus on Key Sectors

Handicrafts and Textiles: Revitalizing traditional crafts with modern designs.

Food Processing: Expanding the scope of agro-based industries with value addition.

Renewable Energy Clusters: Promoting solar and wind energy production units.

Impact of the Scheme on Rajasthan

Economic Benefits

An estimated 20–30% increase in cluster productivity within the first three years.

Boost in state GDP through enhanced industrial output and exports.

Social Empowerment

Improved livelihood opportunities for over 50,000 workers and artisans.

Empowerment of women and marginalized communities through focused support programs.

Sustainability

Adoption of eco-friendly production techniques, reducing the environmental footprint.

Examples of Targeted Clusters

Jaipur Handicrafts Cluster

Known for its exquisite jewelry, blue pottery, and textiles, Jaipur’s cluster will benefit from marketing support and infrastructure development.

Jodhpur Furniture Cluster

Famous for its wooden furniture, this cluster will see investments in modern tools and export promotion.

Bikaner Agro Cluster

A hub for food processing and agricultural produce, Bikaner’s cluster will receive funding for value-added processing units.

How the Scheme Promotes Self-Reliance

Aligned with the “Make in India” and “Atmanirbhar Bharat” initiatives, the ICDS focuses on reducing import dependency by enhancing local production capabilities. By enabling small businesses to scale up and reach global markets, it fosters a self-reliant ecosystem.

Col Rajyavardhan Rathore’s Commitment to Progress

Col Rathore has been instrumental in advocating policies that blend tradition with technology. His leadership ensures that the ICDS not only preserves Rajasthan’s cultural identity but also propels it into the future.

In his words: “This scheme is a tribute to the hardworking people of Rajasthan who keep our traditions alive while embracing the opportunities of the modern world.”

A New Dawn for Rajasthan’s Clusters

The Integrated Cluster Development Scheme is a game-changer for Rajasthan’s economy. By focusing on modernization, skill enhancement, and financial support, it promises to uplift thousands of artisans, workers, and entrepreneurs while showcasing Rajasthan’s rich heritage to the world.

This initiative is not just about economic development; it’s about empowering communities, celebrating culture, and creating a sustainable future for all.

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Celebrating the Spirit of Nagaland: Runway India at the Heart of the Hornbill Festival

Nagaland, a land of vibrant traditions, exquisite handicrafts, and rich cultural heritage, stands out as one of India’s most unique and diverse regions. At the heart of this cultural treasure lies the Hornbill Festival, a grand celebration that showcases the tribal art, crafts, music, and traditions of the state. For Runway India, a platform dedicated to empowering artisans and promoting tribal art, collaborating with the Hornbill Festival represents a powerful opportunity to preserve and celebrate Nagaland’s rich legacy.

This partnership not only highlights the beauty of Nagaland’s craftsmanship but also opens doors for people across India to buy unique Nagaland products online, connecting artisans to wider audiences and fostering appreciation for their work.

Runway India and the Hornbill Festival: A Cultural Bridge

The Hornbill Festival, known as the "Festival of Festivals," is a week-long event that takes place every December in Nagaland. The festival is a celebration of the state’s 16 major tribes, bringing together traditional dances, folk music, indigenous games, and, most importantly, the stunning artistry of local craftsmen. Each handcrafted item, whether it’s a vibrant handwoven shawl or intricately designed jewelry, tells a story of heritage and cultural pride.

For Runway India, participating in the Hornbill Festival aligns with its mission to create opportunities for indigenous artisans. By showcasing their products and skills, Runway India ensures that these talented creators gain the recognition they deserve, both locally and globally. This collaboration also emphasizes the importance of buying authentic handicrafts online, bridging the gap between artisans and consumers across India.

Promoting Nagaland’s Unique Handicrafts

Nagaland’s handicrafts are celebrated for their creativity and sustainability. Products made from banana fibre have gained popularity for their eco-friendly appeal. Banana fibre is not only durable but also reflects the resourcefulness of Nagaland’s artisans, who transform this natural material into stunning textiles, bags, and home décor items.

To ensure these crafts reach a wider audience, Runway India actively supports online marketplaces where people can find and buy Nagaland handicrafts online in India. From intricate bamboo products and hand-carved wooden artifacts to vibrant Naga jewelry, these items showcase the talent and ingenuity of the region’s artisans.

Supporting Handicraft Training and Empowerment

Preserving traditional crafts requires consistent effort and skill development. Runway India collaborates with artisans and training centers to promote the growth of sustainable handicraft practices. Some of the best banana fibre training centers in India are located in Nagaland, where artisans are trained to refine their skills, innovate designs, and meet market demands.

By supporting these centers, Runway India not only empowers artisans but also ensures the sustainability of indigenous crafts. Training programs help artisans modernize their techniques while staying rooted in tradition, enabling them to compete in national and international markets.

Nagaland’s Handicraft Industry: A Legacy of Excellence

The handicraft manufacturers in Nagaland play a vital role in preserving the cultural identity of the region. Their work extends beyond creating beautiful items; it is about sustaining livelihoods and passing down traditions to the next generation. Bamboo, cane, and wood are commonly used materials, with artisans crafting everything from furniture and baskets to decorative pieces.

Runway India works closely with these manufacturers, helping them adapt to changing market trends while maintaining the authenticity of their craft. This collaboration ensures that the artisans' stories and traditions continue to reach a global audience, providing consumers with the opportunity to connect with the culture of Nagaland through their products.

Why Support Nagaland Handicrafts?

When you buy Nagaland handicrafts online, you’re not just purchasing a product; you’re supporting a community, preserving a heritage, and promoting sustainability. Each piece of art carries the essence of Nagaland’s culture, allowing you to bring a part of this beautiful state into your home.

Runway India’s mission is to make these products more accessible, creating an online platform where people can explore and purchase authentic handicrafts. Whether it’s a handwoven shawl, a banana fibre bag, or a bamboo basket, every purchase contributes to the empowerment of artisans and the preservation of their craft.

Conclusion

The collaboration between Runway India and the Hornbill Festival is a celebration of Nagaland’s spirit, artistry, and cultural heritage. By showcasing the state’s unique crafts and empowering its artisans, Runway India is playing a crucial role in preserving these traditions for future generations.

For those looking to support this movement and explore the rich artistry of Nagaland, platforms like Runway India offer the perfect opportunity to buy unique Nagaland products online and connect with the stories behind each creation. With a commitment to sustainability and innovation, Runway India is ensuring that Nagaland’s handicrafts continue to shine brightly on the global stage, offering a meaningful way to celebrate and cherish India’s diverse cultural heritage.

FAQs

1. What is the Hornbill Festival, and why is it important? The Hornbill Festival is an annual cultural event held in Nagaland to celebrate the rich traditions, art, and heritage of the state's 16 tribes. It promotes cultural preservation and provides a platform for artisans to showcase their crafts.

2. How can I buy unique Nagaland products online? You can purchase authentic Nagaland handicrafts through platforms like Runway India, which connect artisans to buyers across India and beyond. These include items like handwoven textiles, banana fibre products, and bamboo crafts.

3. What are banana fibre products, and why are they popular? Banana fibre products are eco-friendly items made from the natural fibres of banana plants. They are durable, sustainable, and crafted into beautiful bags, mats, and textiles by skilled artisans in Nagaland.

4. Are there training centers in Nagaland for handicrafts? Yes, some of the best banana fibre training centers in India are in Nagaland, providing artisans with skills to innovate and meet market demands while preserving traditional techniques.

5. How does Runway India support artisans in Nagaland? Runway India empowers artisans by showcasing their work, providing access to online markets, and promoting their crafts globally. It also collaborates with training centers and manufacturers to support sustainable growth.

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