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Playing for Keeps | Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Chapter 2

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Words: ~5,300

Tags: Modern AU, Reader Insert, Seventh Year, Female MC, No Y/N, Slytherin MC, Enemies to Lovers, Trope-y, Slow Burn, Humor, Coming of Age, High School Drama

The faint light of dawn filtered through the emerald curtains of your bed in the Slytherin dormitory, casting muted shadows across the stone walls. You blinked, disoriented for a moment before remembering: Hogwarts. Your first night in Slytherin had been fine—overwhelming, but manageable.

The dormitory was more extravagant than expected, its arched ceilings and serpentine décor exuding an eerie elegance. The soft green glow from the enchanted windows overlooking the Black Lake gave the room an otherworldly atmosphere you were still adjusting to. Thankfully, you already had Imelda, whose blunt humor and confidence were comforting, as well as Grace and Nerida, who’d stood by you earlier when Sebastian had been insufferable.

Of course, there were others.

Violet McDowell introduced herself first, her polished demeanor and neatly tied hair making it clear she came from an old wizarding family. “So, what’s Beauxbatons really like? Is it as uptight as everyone says?” she asked, her tone almost challenging.

Before you could respond, a petite girl with chin-length curls and bright eyes chimed in. “I’ve heard their students dance everywhere instead of walking. Is that true?” Clara Vane, bubbly and chatty, seemed more interested in myths about Beauxbatons than the actual answer.

Ethel Prescott, quieter but no less curious, had glanced up from her spellbook just long enough to add, “Do they really care that much about posture, or is that just Witch Weekly nonsense?”

The questions came in waves: Was perfect penmanship enforced? Could you actually speak French? Croissants or pumpkin pasties?

Later, the common room was no less daunting. More Slytherins introduced themselves, their names and faces blending together in a blur: Marcus Flint, Ava Vaisey, Natalia Gardner, Quincy Lloyd. Each seemed more self-assured than the last.

Still, you were grateful for Imelda and Ominis. Imelda’s sharp wit and unapologetic presence acted as a shield, while Ominis’s smooth interjections subtly steered conversations away from anything too intrusive. Between them, the chaos of your first night felt just a little less overwhelming.

You were thankful they were both already at the table when you entered The Great Hall for breakfast, the hum of conversation mingling with the clatter of silverware. You slid into the seat beside Imelda, who was already halfway through a plate of toast and bacon.

“You look like you didn’t sleep,” she observed, not bothering to pause mid-bite.

“Thanks for the reassurance,” you said dryly, pouring yourself a cup of tea. “I’m fine. Just adjusting.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it,” Imelda said with a shrug. “Or you won’t, and you’ll spend the whole year complaining. Either way, you’ll survive.”

Your lips twitched in reluctant amusement.

Across the table, Ominis glanced up from his copy of The Daily Prophet. “First class is Defense Against the Dark Arts,” he said, his tone polite but matter-of-fact. “It’s with Professor Hecat. She can be... something.”

“Something?” you asked, curious.

“You’ll see,” Ominis replied cryptically before turning back to his paper.

Imelda grinned, clearly enjoying your curiosity. “Hecat’s a hardass,” she said. “But if you’re good, she’ll respect you. If you’re bad, well…” She trailed off with a wicked smirk.

“Sounds promising,” you muttered, taking a sip of tea.

Imelda shrugged, popping a piece of bacon into her mouth. “Hecat doesn’t coddle, that’s for sure. You’ll either love her or hate her by the end of the week. No in-between.”

Ominis lowered his paper slightly, his pale eyes flicking toward you. “She values precision and discipline. If you’ve got those, you’ll manage.”

“Good to know,” you said, feeling a small flicker of relief. If there was one thing Beauxbatons had drilled into its students, it was discipline. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Imelda tilted her head, studying you as if trying to gauge your confidence. “You’ll be fine,” she said finally, nudging your arm. “Just don’t let her catch you daydreaming or slacking off. She’s got eyes like a hawk.”

“Duly noted,” you replied, though your thoughts were already wandering as your gaze drifted across the Great Hall.

The morning sunlight streamed through the enchanted ceiling, casting warm golden hues over the long tables and filling the room with an energy that felt almost tangible. Conversations ebbed and flowed, bursts of laughter punctuating the steady hum of activity. You spotted a few familiar faces at the Slytherin table, but there were dozens more you didn’t recognize, their faces blurring together in a sea of green and silver robes.

Your eyes swept across the other tables, where students from Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff mingled in their own lively clusters. The sheer number of them was overwhelming. After six years at Beauxbatons, where you’d known nearly everyone by name, Hogwarts felt like an endless sea of unfamiliar faces, each with their own stories and alliances. It left you feeling adrift, like a visitor who hadn’t quite found her footing.

And then, across the room, your gaze caught on a familiar shock of red hair.

Garreth Weasley sat at the Gryffindor table, his easy grin lighting up his freckled face as he animatedly recounted a story. The girls beside him—Cressida among them—listened with rapt attention, laughing at his punchlines. He leaned in closer, hands gesturing broadly, clearly basking in the attention.

To his left, Leander Prewett lounged in stark contrast, his chair tipped back at a perfect angle that somehow didn’t upset the impeccable press of his robes. Not a crease marred the fabric, and his hair, combed with meticulous precision, caught the light as if it had been styled moments ago. He sipped casually from his goblet, his gaze flicking toward Garreth now and then, a smirk playing at his lips like he was waiting for just the right moment to interrupt—or outshine—the scene.

When Leander’s eyes landed on you, the smirk shifted, softening into something warmer, more playful. He tilted his goblet in your direction—a subtle gesture of acknowledgment—before turning back to Garreth, leaning closer like the two were conspiring about something.

Imelda, ever observant, caught the exchange and smirked. “Looks like Prewett’s already taken a shine to you.”

You felt heat rise to your cheeks and quickly looked down at your tea. “I doubt it,” you said, trying to sound dismissive. “Bu um… Am I allowed to go over there, or... is there some kind of unwritten rule about Slytherins and Gryffindors fraternizing?”

Imelda chuckled, leaning back in her seat with an air of amusement. “Allowed? It’s not like you’re sneaking into their common room. Unless it’s a formal meal, you can sit wherever you want, Chouette.”

Ominis lowered his paper slightly, the corner of his mouth twitching with a faint smile. “The rivalry is overstated,” he said smoothly. “Mostly about Quidditch and family legacies. It’s not as though there’s a ban friendship and conversation between houses.”

“Conversation, no,” Imelda added with a smirk. “But someone might throw a roll at you if you bring up Quidditch stats. Just don’t start a fight over breakfast.”

“So… you wouldn’t mind if I went to say hi?” you asked cautiously, your fingers fidgeting with the handle of your teacup.

Imelda waved a hand lazily. “Why would we care? Go on. Socialize.”

Ominis tilted his head, the faintest flicker of a smirk tugging at his lips. “But do be careful. If Garreth ropes you into one of his brilliant ideas, you’ll end up spending your first class in the hospital wing.”

Imelda snickered at that, but you ignored her, carefully picking up your tea and rising from your seat. With a small nod of acknowledgment to the pair, you turned toward the Gryffindor table, your heart beating a little faster as you crossed the room.

“Hi,” you said, your voice slightly breathless as you stopped near the edge of the Gryffindor group.

Garreth’s head shot up, his freckled face breaking into an immediate grin. “Chouette! Fancy seeing you over here.”

The girls beside him looked up as well. Cressida smiled warmly, scooting over to make room. “Garreth mentioned you,” she said kindly. “Join us!"

“I’m Natty,” The other girl added, her lilting accent kind. “It’s lovely to meet you. Sit down!”

You hesitated, glancing briefly at Leander sitting across from them. He offered you a polite, easy smile.

“I’m Leander Prewett,” he said, his voice smooth as he extended a hand. “You must be the famous Chouette.”

The nickname coming from a stranger made you falter for a moment, but his expression was open and friendly. You shook his hand briefly. “That’s me,” you said, sliding onto the bench next to Cressida. “Nice to meet you, Leander.”

“Likewise,” he said, leaning back slightly. “Weasley’s been talking about you nonstop since last night.”

“Really?” you asked, raising an eyebrow as you turned to Garreth.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Garreth said with a laugh, spreading his hands in mock defense. “After Natty, you're the only other new student we've ever had in our year.”

“It’s true,” Leander chimed in, leaning back slightly with an easy grin. “You’re something of a novelty, Chouette. Fresh blood in a group that’s been together since we were eleven? Naturally, everyone’s curious.”

“Curious, sure,” Natty said with a smirk, her tone teasing as she glanced at Leander. “Some more than others.”

Leander shot her a playful glare, his grin unwavering. “I’m just being friendly.”

“Right,” Cressida said, dragging the word out as she exchanged a knowing look with Natty. “Friendly.”

You felt your cheeks warm as the group’s attention lingered on you, and you quickly looked down at your teacup. “I didn’t realize I was such a big deal.”

“Modest, too,” Garreth said, grinning. “Anyway, don’t worry. Hogwarts has a way of making people feel right at home—sometimes a little too much.”

Cressida nodded, her expression softening. “Give it a few weeks, and it’ll be like you’ve always been here.”

“Hopefully,” you said, smiling faintly. The warmth in their words eased some of the tension in your chest, though the weight of being the new face in a tightly knit group still lingered at the edges of your mind.

“Chouette is such an interesting nickname," Natty said, turning to you with a curious expression. "Where does it come from?”

“Oh,” you you laughed awkwardly. “It’s something Imelda started calling me when we were kids. I wrote an essay about owls when I was in a Muggle primary school because I was fascinated by wizard post... she thought it was hilarious, so the name stuck.”

“That’s adorable,” Cressida said with a laugh. “Better than some of the nicknames people come up with around here.”

“Agreed,” Leander said, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before he grinned. “It suits you.”

You felt heat rise to your cheeks again, and you quickly turned to Natty. “Are you all taking Defense Against the Dark Arts this morning?”

Natty nodded. “We are. First period.”

Relief flooded you at the idea of not having to navigate the castle alone. “That’s good to hear.”

“Stick with us,” Leander said, his smile easy. “We’ll make sure you don’t get lost—or end up in detention.”

As you sipped the last of your tea, your thoughts began to wander toward Defense Against the Dark Arts. You, of course, had six years of class under your belt from Beauxbatons, but it had always been carefully structured and precise, with students practicing spells on enchanted dummies or theoretical exercises. Actual dueling had been rare, restricted to the secret dueling association you’d been fortunate enough to join during your later years.

Would Hogwarts’ approach be different? You hoped so. Everything about this place felt rawer, less polished than Beauxbatons, and you hoped that extended to its curriculum.

The trek to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was brisk, the corridors of Hogwarts teeming with students. You kept close to Garreth, Natty, and Cressida, your eyes darting around as you tried to memorize the layout. The castle was as sprawling and maze-like as you’d expected, every turn revealing another staircase, corridor, or portrait that moved just enough to throw off your sense of direction.

“It’s like a labyrinth,” you muttered under your breath, glancing up at a painting of a knight who waved enthusiastically as you passed. “How does anyone find their way around here?”

“You don’t,” Garreth said with a grin, leading the group confidently down a corridor. “Not at first, anyway. You’ll get lost a few times, end up in a secret passage or two, maybe even a broom cupboard...”

“Reassuring,” you said dryly, though his cheerfulness was infectious.

Natty smiled, walking alongside you. “The trick is to remember key landmarks,” she offered helpfully.

Cressida chimed in, “And never trust Peeves to give you directions.”

You nodded, trying to take mental notes, but the sheer size of the castle was overwhelming. You were grateful to have them guiding you, especially as you climbed a narrow spiral staircase that seemed to stretch endlessly upward. By the time you reached the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, your legs were burning, and you made a mental note to pace yourself better in the future.

The classroom itself was impressive. Rows of desks were arranged in neat lines, and tall windows let in streams of golden light, illuminating shelves filled with spellbooks, artifacts, and jars of peculiar ingredients and specimens. A faint hum of magic seemed to linger in the air, subtle but unmistakable.

Professor Hecat was already at the front of the room, her presence commanding as she surveyed the students with sharp, hawkish eyes. There was an air of expectation about her, the kind that made you straighten in your seat without thinking.

Garreth nudged you lightly as you slid into a spot near the middle of the room. “This is going to be fun,” he whispered, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips.

You raised an eyebrow. “Fun?”

“Trust me,” he said, leaning back in his chair, his voice conspiratorial. “First class with Hecat is always good. You’ll see.”

Natty and Cressida sat nearby, offering encouraging smiles as the last of the students filed in. Before you could settle completely, your gaze was drawn to the back of the room where Sebastian sauntered in just before the door swung shut. His tie hung loose around his neck, and his posture was as relaxed as ever, though his sharp brown eyes flicked across the room like he was sizing everyone up. He slid into a seat near the back with the other Slytherins—Ominis and Imelda among them—and leaned back in his chair as though the classroom belonged to him.

You couldn’t help but notice the brief look exchanged between Sebastian and Leander as the latter slid into the seat behind you. It was subtle but unmistakable—the narrowing of Sebastian’s eyes and the sharp tilt of Leander’s head, his easy grin firmly in place but carrying a faint edge, almost like a challenge. The tension between them hung in the air, unspoken but palpable.

Your thoughts drifted to the carriage ride with Imelda the day before. Sebastian Sallow—Hogwarts’ most persistent heartbreak. Next to Leander Prewett, of course.

The faint smile that tugged at your lips was involuntary. Beauxbatons had its own version of this rivalry—Étienne, the effortlessly charming Quidditch captain, and Hugo, the razor-sharp dueling star. The two had been locked in a constant battle, always trying to outshine one another in accolades and romantic flings. It had been amusing to watch from the sidelines, though exhausting to imagine being caught in the crossfire.

Now, watching Leander and Sebastian, the similarities were uncanny.

Professor Hecat stepped forward, her voice cutting through the room like a whip and breaking you out of your thoughts. “Welcome to Defense Against the Dark Arts,” she said, her tone clipped and no-nonsense. “If you’re expecting an easy year, I suggest you rethink your priorities. This class is not for the faint of heart or the lazy. You will be tested, challenged, and—if you work hard—rewarded.”

The room was silent, every student sitting up a little straighter under her piercing gaze.

“Today,” she continued, pacing slowly, “we will begin with a practical demonstration. Theory has its place, but to kick off the semester, you will learn by doing. Wands out.”

There was a collective rustling as everyone reached for their wands. Your pulse quickened as you gripped yours tightly, the weight familiar and reassuring in your hand. Garreth was right. This would be good; it was the moment you’d been hoping for. Real practice, real dueling, not just theory or practice dummies.

Professor Hecat’s sharp eyes swept the room, her gaze lingering on each student as if she could see straight into their thoughts. When her eyes landed on you, they narrowed slightly, a spark of curiosity flickering in their depths.

“You,” she said sharply, pointing her wand in your direction. “Miss Beauxbatons.”

You blinked, startled at being addressed so directly. “Yes, Professor?”

“I’d like to see what you can do,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Let’s get a sense of where you stand in comparison to the rest of the class.”

The room murmured softly, a ripple of interest running through the students. Garreth shot you an encouraging grin, but you could feel the weight of every eye on you as you stood.

Professor Hecat flicked her wand, and the room transformed in an instant. Desks slid to the edges of the room, creating an open space in the center. The floor shimmered briefly before solidifying into a raised dueling platform.

You climbed onto it, your wand feeling heavier than usual in your hand. The hum of magic in the room seemed louder now, or maybe it was just the pounding of your heart.

“Now,” Hecat said, turning to the back of the room, “we’ll need someone to test her mettle.”

You had a sinking feeling you knew exactly who she was going to call on. Mister Duelling Prodigy himself.

“Mr. Sallow?"

Sebastian, who had been lounging in his chair with all the grace of a cat stretched in the sun, straightened slightly. His expression shifted from mild boredom to faint interest as he stood and strolled toward the platform with a slow, deliberate gait.

The room erupted into whispers, a mix of excitement and curiosity rippling through the class. It was clear this wasn’t the first time Sebastian had been called upon for a demonstration, and judging by the looks on his classmates’ faces, he had a reputation to back up his arrogance.

You shifted slightly, your grip tightening on your wand. The platform suddenly felt much smaller as Sebastian turned his attention to you, his brown eyes sharp and assessing. His smirk widened just enough to set your teeth on edge.

“Try to keep up," he said lightly, his tone almost teasing.

You could feel the weight of the class’s collective attention pressing down on you, their excitement palpable. He was clearly used to this—being the center of attention, being the best.

But you had something to prove.

Professor Hecat stepped between you, her voice cutting through the whispers like a blade. “The goal is to disarm your opponent. No spells beyond fifth-year curriculum, no excessive force. Do I make myself clear?”

“Bien sûr,” you said firmly, your heart pounding with a mix of nerves and determination.

Sebastian gave a lazy nod, his smirk never faltering. “Crystal.”

Hecat stepped back, raising her wand. “Bow.”

You both dipped into formal bows, though Sebastian’s was laced with a mocking flourish that made your jaw tighten. As you straightened, his wand was already at the ready.

“Begin!” Hecat commanded, and the duel was on.

Sebastian struck first, quick and confident, his Expelliarmus streaking toward you like a red arrow. You twisted your wrist, deflecting it with a sharp Protego, the spell rebounding harmlessly into the air.

“Not bad,” he said, moving fluidly into a Flipendo, the knockback jinx aimed squarely at your chest. You sidestepped, countering with a precise Stupefy that forced him to block with his own Protego.

The spells came fast and relentless, the platform crackling with magic as the duel intensified. Sebastian was good—no, he was excellent. His movements were smooth and calculated, each spell flowing seamlessly into the next. He pressed the offensive, forcing you to rely on quick reflexes and defensive spells to hold your ground.

But he wasn’t the only one who’d mastered his spellwork.

You quickly found your rhythm, slipping into the familiar flow of a duel. At Beauxbatons, the secret dueling association had taught you to think two steps ahead, to anticipate your opponent’s moves and exploit their weaknesses. And Sebastian, for all his skill, had one glaring flaw—his arrogance.

He expected you to falter, to stay on the defensive. So you didn’t.

A well-timed Depulso sent him skidding back, his balance momentarily compromised. Seizing the opening, you cast Arresto Momentum, slowing him just enough to fire off a rapid Stupefy. He blocked it with a grunt, his smirk slipping as he realized you weren’t just keeping up—you were pushing him.

The class murmured in astonishment as the duel raged on. You could feel their energy feeding into yours, the thrill of the challenge sharpening your focus. Sebastian’s smirk was gone now, replaced by a look of concentration, his brown eyes narrowing as he adjusted his strategy.

“You’re full of surprises, Chouette” he said, his voice slightly breathless as he dodged a Rictusempra.

“And you’re full of yourself,” you shot back, firing a precise hex that grazed his shoulder.

He retaliated with a powerful Incendio, the flames licking dangerously close, but you countered with a quick Aguamenti, extinguishing them mid-air. The crowd erupted into cheers at the display, their excitement fueling the competitive fire burning in your chest.

Sebastian lunged forward, attempting another Flipendo, but you deflected it, your wand moving like an extension of your arm. With a sharp flick, you cast Expelliarmus again, putting every ounce of precision into the spell.

This time, it hit its mark.

Sebastian’s wand flew from his hand, spiraling through the air with a sharp twirl. Without thinking, you reached out and caught it mid-flight. The room erupted into cheers and gasps, the sound crashing over you like a wave as you stood there, both wands in hand.

Sebastian froze, his expression flickering between disbelief and something far more reluctant. His chest rose and fell with deep breaths, his sharp brown eyes locked onto you. The smirk he so often wore was nowhere to be seen.

For a moment, you simply stared at each other, the hum of victory vibrating in your veins.

"Holy shit," Imelda’s voice cut through the cheers and murmurs, loud enough to carry across the room. “Sebastian just lost a duel.”

The words seemed to ripple through the crowd, and the excited murmuring grew louder. Students leaned toward each other, exchanging wide-eyed whispers, their gazes darting between you and Sebastian.

“Has that ever happened?” someone asked.

“No way,” another voice replied. “Sallow’s supposed to be the best in our year.”

“Well, not anymore,” a Hufflepuff piped up, her tone equal parts amused and impressed.

Sebastian didn’t move for a long moment, his gaze fixed on you as though trying to reconcile what had just happened. Slowly, he extended his hand, his expression shifting to something you couldn’t quite place.

You stepped forward and handed Sebastian his wand, your fingers brushing briefly against his as you leaned in, your voice low but clear. “Try and keep up next time.”

The words hung in the air and Sebastian’s frown deepened. For a moment, you thought he might fire back a retort, but instead, he closed his fingers around his wand, his jaw tight as he stepped off the platform, his shoulders stiff.

The room was still buzzing with chatter as Professor Hecat raised her voice, attempting to restore order. “Enough,” she barked, her sharp tone cutting through the noise. “This is a classroom, not the Quidditch pitch. Pair up and prepare to spar. I expect focus, not theatrics. Otherwise, I'll have to read for the rest of class."

The class scrambled to comply, but the energy in the room was electric, the whispers continuing in hushed tones. You stepped off the platform, the adrenaline still thrumming through your veins, and made your way toward Imelda and Ominis.

Imelda was grinning from ear to ear, her expression equal parts amused and impressed. “Well, look at you,” she said, nudging your arm. “First day, and you’ve already knocked Sallow down a peg. That’s one for the history books.”

Ominis, standing beside her, tilted his head in your direction. “I’ve never seen another student best him in a duel,” he said evenly, though there was a note of disbelief in his tone. “Not once.”

You shrugged, trying to play it off as casually as possible, though your cheeks were still warm from the attention. “He’s good,” you admitted. “Really good. But not good enough.”

Imelda laughed. “Oh, he’s never going to live this down. You’ve officially unseated the king of dueling.”

Before you could respond, several students began approaching, their eagerness evident as they jostled to catch your attention.

“That was incredible,” one Ravenclaw boy said, his blue robes swishing as he stepped forward. “Would you mind partnering with me for practice?”

“Partner with me!” another Hufflepuff chimed in, her cheeks flushed with excitement. “I want to learn how you pulled off that Arresto Momentum combo.”

“I called dibs first,” a Gryffindor interjected, earning a glare from the others.

You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden influx of attention as Imelda smirked, crossing her arms. “Looks like you’re in demand, Chouette.”

Ominis inclined his head, his tone dry. “If I were you, I’d choose carefully. Some of these students are less… coordinated than others.”

Professor Hecat clapped her hands again, her gaze sweeping over the crowd. “If you’ve found a partner, take your positions. If not, you’ll be paired randomly.”

You glanced around at the eager faces vying for your attention, but your gaze ultimately landed on Ominis. “Would you like to pair up?” you asked, keeping your tone casual but hopeful.

Imelda let out an exaggerated gasp, her hand flying to her chest in mock offense. “What’s this? You’re skipping over your oldest friend?”

You shot her an amused look. “No offense, Imelda, but you’ve always been better on a broom than in a duel.”

Imelda laughed, clearly not taking it personally. “Fair point,” she said with a grin. “I guess I’ll go find someone who can appreciate my ‘less polished’ technique.”

Ominis quirked an eyebrow in your direction, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Are you sure? I’m certainly not as talented as you and... I'm not exactly flashy.”

“That’s perfect,” you replied, your voice low enough for only him to hear. “I’ve had enough theatrics for one day. Besides, I get the feeling you’re more talented than you let on.”

His smirk widened slightly as he inclined his head. “Well then, I'd be happy to partner up.”

Together, you stepped into the center of the room, finding a spot to practice. Unlike the duel with Sebastian, there was no buzzing anticipation from the class or weighty pressure hanging in the air. This was practice—a chance to focus, to refine.

As you anticipated, Ominis moved with deliberate precision, each spell measured and exact. You quickly fell into a steady rhythm with him, the exchange of spells flowing smoothly. There was no animosity, no urge to win—just the shared goal of improvement, and it was almost relaxing, except for the occasional awareness of being watched.

You could feel Sebastian’s eyes on you.

Though you didn’t look in his direction, the weight of his gaze was impossible to ignore, like a smoldering ember pressing against your back.

You hardly noticed how much time had passed until Professor Hecat called out, her voice sharp and commanding, “That’s enough for today. Well done, everyone. You’re dismissed.”

The room filled with the clatter of students packing their bags and murmuring amongst themselves, the electric energy of the earlier duel still lingering. You lowered your wand, offering Ominis a small smile. “Thanks for pairing up with me,” you said, genuinely appreciative.

“You’re welcome,” he replied, his tone warm but composed. "Perhaps we can do it again next time we have duelling practice."

Imelda sauntered over, slinging her bag over one shoulder. “So, Chouette, are you planning to take over the whole school, or just Defense Against the Dark Arts? Because at this rate, you’re going to have everyone eating out of your hand.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “I’m just trying to survive my first week, Mel.”

The two of you began making your way toward the door, the noise of the dispersing class surrounding you. You were almost at the exit when a voice cut through the chatter.

“Wait.”

You turned to see Sebastian standing a few steps behind you, his hands shoved into his robe pockets, his expression carefully neutral.

Imelda raised an eyebrow, glancing between the two of you. “This should be good,” she muttered under her breath, crossing her arms as she leaned casually against the doorframe.

He ignored her, keeping his attention fixed on you. "Has anyone told you about Crossed Wands yet?”

Your eyebrows lifted slightly. “No.”

“It’s a dueling club,” he said, his smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth just enough to feel like a challenge. “Unofficial, but it’s where the best duelists go to push themselves. If you’re looking for more of what you got today, it’s the place to be.”

You hummed noncommittally, tilting your head as if weighing his words. “And I suppose you’re the reigning champion?”

His smirk deepened, leaning fully into his usual arrogance. “Naturally.”

Imelda scoffed from where she stood beside you, arms crossed. “And yet, someone just knocked you off your throne.”

Sebastian shot her a look, but it lacked his usual bite, as though he couldn’t be bothered to engage. His gaze returned to you, a flicker of challenge in his eyes. “Well, not officially,” he said, his smirk tugging wider. “But I’m always looking for a good challenge. If you’re interested, introduce yourself to Lucan Brattleby in Gryffindor. He runs the club. Just tell him I sent you.”

You raised an eyebrow, studying him carefully. “I’ll think about it."

Sebastian nodded once before turning back toward the remaining students, his usual self-assured air firmly in place. Imelda wasted no time tugging on your arm, leading you out the door with a grin tugging at her lips.

As soon as you were out in the corridor, she let out a low chuckle. “Well, well. It seems Sallow likes you, after all. You've been here a day and the school's most coveted guys are all over you.”

You scoffed, glancing at her like she’d grown a second head. “Come on, Mel. Get real.”

“I'm serious,” she said, her grin widening. "Seb’s definitely interested. Did you see the way he kept looking at you?”

“I don’t care how he was looking at me,” you shot back, adjusting your bag on your shoulder. “Within five minutes of meeting him, he insulted me. I’m not holding my breath for some big redemption arc.”

Imelda raised her hands in mock surrender, though the mischievous glint in her eyes made it clear she wasn’t dropping the topic anytime soon. She opened her mouth to retort, but you cut her off with a shake of your head, your tone firm and exasperated.

“Believe whatever you want,” you said, “but I have zero interest in trying to figure out what’s going on in his head. I’m here to focus on school, not Sebastian Sallow.”

“Alright, whatever you say,” Imelda replied, her grin still firmly in place. “But don’t come crying to me when he’s suddenly dueling other guys for your honor.”

“That’s not happening,” you said flatly, quickening your pace to move ahead of her. “End of story.”

Imelda trailed after you, her smirk firmly in place but, for once, choosing to keep her thoughts to herself. For now. Instead, she focused on guiding you through Hogwarts’ maze-like corridor.

Sebastian Sallow might have everyone else’s attention, but as far as you were concerned, he could keep it. You had far more pressing matters to focus on—like making it through your first day unscathed.

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[norel-ravenclaw]

Court of Darkness / Makai Nightmare

- Aesthetics 1/4 -

MC

Governor Lou of The Isle of Colde

Lunas of Vanum

Christoff of the Isle of Colde

Goddess Vane, divider of worlds

Vanum

Vane x Vanum

[sophiaredwood03]

Intro

Hello! I'm just a small fic writer who writes when she feels like it! I have a post at the bottom of masterlist for suggestions. I may write posts that you post(I'll ask, don't worry). Asks for thoughts/opinions/ gameplay advice are fine, just be respectful. Comments are welcome!

Masterlist

If you're not caught up on Prince's Path, or any of the Consort routes, there will potentially be unmarked spoilers if any of the posts, both in this matserlist and outside. May contain sensitive topics. Am slowly updating fics to Ao3 as well.

FICS

Unfortunate Decisions- a series, Toa is there, our familiars are there, Gilbert's there

Differing Expectations-Expectations vs reality of Vane's descendant

When Will I See You Again?- Sherry X MC

My Daughter- Diary entry of MC's mother

A Painting- MC runs away from a potential modelling session

Saligia's Journalist- MC is a journalist, Lou's here too

Recollections and Consequences-Aftermath of what happened to MC after Iritium was destroyed

Our New Teacher-Lou's here

My New Life- Lou's here, some of the princes as well, a series

Errands- MC goes to Luxure, Louis-Ernest is here

Chokers - minor implied abuse, MC

THEORIES AND HEADCANONS

About MC, Earth and magic

On Louis-Ernest

Luxure Economy

Lack of knowledge on problems

On Shifah

Thoughts on MC

MC's possible jobs

MC and the rule of the kingdoms

Random thoughts on MC- this was my first post, actually

Headcanon on The Lethargy

Others

Submit your ideas here Beginner's Guide-Revamped

[shaakyhaands]

CODNDVN:

Court of Darkness and Dragons: CODVN but it has some DND/ttrpg mechanics!

We already have virtue stats, imagine if you could actually use them in gameplay.

For example: “There’s an enemy party trying to hurt your consort!”

“Gentlemen, this is all a misunderstanding.” (Roll for Persuasion: bonus depending on your Charisma score.)

“Do it, then— you can’t.” (Roll for Intelligence: bonus depending on your Wit score)

… say nothing, and beat the shit out of them the old fashioned way. (Roll for Strength: bonus depending on your Integrity score)

Continuously picking options prioritizing learning magic? Let that unlock some options to use magic later on in the story.

For example: “There’s an enemy party trying to hurt your consort!”

Cast Fireball. (MAGIC CHECK)

Pick up a magical item? Let that have story implications!

Example: While previously investigating, you found an ancient tome. From picking it up, you gain +(0.25)X% on all magic attacks (X being your magic proficiency, which is dependent on your previous choices). You also unlock some special magical attack options, that you wouldn’t have access to otherwise.

For example: “There’s an enemy party trying to hurt your consort!”

Cast Fireball, lighting up the enemies like gasoline. (MAGIC CHECK)

[TOME OF VANE EXCLUSIVE] Cast Death Kiss— a cloud permanently enshrouds the enemy, slowly poisoning them. (MAGIC CHECK)

You can still keep the endpoints of the story, point A and point B, the same, for the sake of the greater narrative. But mechanics like this? Mechanics like these would open up what can happen in between those endpoints. With some strategically thought out writing, you could even minimize the in world implications you don’t want, while still allowing for a wider variety of more fun storylines.

Basically, this post was inspired by me wanting to have the option of just fucking mercing ops when battles come up. Like, IRL, there are people who do physical training for fun. Whose to say MC didn’t do self defense training as a hobby? Whose to say, while an enemy is charging up a spell, MC’s instinctive response isn’t to just fucking tackle him, American football style?

That, and how variable MC’s proficiency with magic seems to be across different consort paths. Without getting into heavy spoilers, here’s an example: In Lance’s path, MC uses magic in a big fight, and she uses it pretty damn effectively. Meanwhile, at the equivalent story beat in Guy’s path, she doesn’t seem to be capable of spells of that caliber quite yet.

With this model, the player had a little more agency. If you want to basically be a pseudo barbarian class, you could— never take interest in magic, max out Integrity (aka Wrath), pick up sexy weapons/items that boost your strength. You also have the option of doing the complete opposite, and going for more of a mage/wizard build— go to class, max out your Wit (and/or Mystery), pick up sexy weapons/items that boost your magic/arcana.

What do y’all think?

[squidwen]

Hitherto a post I made a while ago about making fanfictions from my OCs, I want to try my best to make a poll.

Note: By fanfic I do mean OC x reader

Vane, Billy, Ceridwen, Basil, Seth, Jonah, Tallis.

Tumblr doesn’t do polls (as far as I know) but comment below the name of the OC you’d like me to write about first.

Poll will end June 5th 2022.

(I haven’t done fan fics of my own OCs before so I want to start things off with one people want to see the most 😅😅)

[chirp-a-chirp]

Court of Darkness - Passion Revealed

Fandom: Court of Darkness

Couple: Roy X MC (MC named Carla)

Time Period: A few months into their relationship, post book 1

Word Count: ~2500

Rating: Teen

Tags: First time, fluff, passionate fluff, fade to black

Disclaimer: Future post will add details to the fade to black scene. But, that post will be certainly be mature folks.

……………………………………………………………………….

Show me that you are mine.

The words echoed in Carla’s mind for three days straight. As he knew they would, she thought. She replayed their last conversation in her mind as she waited outside his door. 

“Only if you do the same,” purred Carla, matching his provocation. “You ARE mine too, yes?” The last statement came out as more a question than she wished to admit.

“Wholeheartedly.” Roy’s tone dropped. “All of me, if you desire.” He stopped at Carla’s door, eyes glossy with intent. “I shall make it so it is the only truth you know.”

He was a highly visible presence on the Isle of Colde as prince and all its trappings. With Carla, he felt seen as Roy. And that was a comfort he felt with precious few. Even among friends—Rio, Lynt, Malik—or family, there was the princely specter that trailed him and couldn’t be shaken. Sherry loved Roy as a brother, and adored him as the genteel protector in her life, but there are some things an older brother will never confide in with his sister.

With Carla, it was different. The mask of perfection he wore like armor fell. Carla’s vibrancy, expressiveness, and empathy pierced his heart like no one else had. His love for her unraveled the parts of himself Roy bound within, revealing the truest version of the Invidian prince. And that version proved to be passionate. And a bit of a tease.

“All of you, you say?” Carla’s eyes drifted towards his waist and points downward. Her lips curved upward in a smile even as the blood rushed to her cheeks.

“Impatient, are we?” She heard a quiet chuckle. She raised her head to meet Roy’s mirthful gaze as he wrapped his arms around her back. “Let us build upon anticipation. We will be free from others soon enough, Heartspell.” The strength of his grip belied the calm of his words, however.    

Carla placed her arms around his neck, standing on tip toes. “Impatience is not a bad thing, you know.” Her eyes flashed mischievously as she pulled Roy in for a kiss. “You’ll see how much I love you once the exhibition is over.”    

Three days passed from that parting kiss. Roy dazzled at the Invidian exhibition hosted in town. He worked with diplomats and tradesmen on various agreements, talked to crowds about Invidian wares, and tirelessly listened to adoring fans. Serenity and elegance graced his features throughout the event, ever the perfect prince. But the strain was there, building, visible to Carla’s eyes.

She knew why he pressed himself so hard. His previous efforts for Invidia to join the alliance of kingdoms through showcasing magical weaponry had been a disaster. This event was an opportunity to regain recognition lost from the other countries. He devoted himself to the exhibition, highlighting his country’s worthiness of joining the alliance through more subtle means. This approach would take time, and multiple high pressure events to convince the right people, but it would highlight the true character of Invidia.

The moment the exhibition was over, Roy made his excuses to lingering diplomats and walked with haste to his room, where Carla was waiting outside. In Vane’s name, she is beautiful. The mounting stress of the past three days had consumed him, but now it was submerged, overcome with an ache he could not place. His pulse raced upon seeing her.              

“Ladies first,” Roy said, opening the door.

Carla walked in his room buzzing with nervous excitement. He had not said explicitly what he had planned for them when the expedition was over, but she hoped. Impatient for his warmth, she turned and bounded towards Roy, hugging him from behind.

“I missed you.” She inhaled his scent—yellow tea leaves with a hint of honey— burying her face in the folds of his jacket. “It’s silly, I know. I can’t help it.”    

“It is not. Or, if it is, I am, as you say, silly as well.” He laughed softly, able to breathe freely for the first time in days. He twined his fingers with one of the hands around his waist and closed his eyes. The knot that had settled in his stomach throughout the exhibition untwisted slowly.

“Is that all you are feeling? Silly?” Carla chuckled, and loosened her hands from Roy’s grasp. With hands freed, she began undoing the ornate buttons of his jacket.

“I knew you would be impatient. But I did not think you would be this bold so soon.” She sensed rather than saw the flash of an impish grin.

“Does that disappoint you?” Her fingers stopped unbuttoning his jacket as she tensed, suddenly bashful.  

Roy turned in her arms. Overcome with emotion, his features softened. “Ridiculous. I could never be disappointed in you. Especially for loving me.” He ran his knuckles reverently on her cheek. “I hope you are not disappointed either.” A hint of nervousness crossed his features, so fast Carla thought she imagined it. Shaking his nerves away, Roy leaned down, pressing his lips with hers.

Their lips came together over and over, soft and sweet, with an undercurrent of passion. Carla finished unbuttoning Roy’s jacket as she opened her mouth to allow his tongue in with a moan. Roy shrugged out of his jacket and sunk his fingers into the locks of her hair, deepening the kiss. Carla threw her head back to catch her breath, intending to dive in for more. But out of the corner of her eye, she saw something that made her panic.

“Roy! The door—it’s still open!” She ran to the door, thankful to see or hear no one nearby. The door closed with a click. When she turned around, she saw Roy’s well-defined arms enclosing her, his hovering body pinning her to the door.    

“Now, where were we?” There was a sexy, seductive beauty to the way he leaned into her, quite unlike the calm decorous persona he maintained in public. He looked down at her, a playful smile on his lips. It affected Carla greatly. She wanted to lose herself in one another but surprise him at the same time. Matching his smile back, she floated several inches off the ground using suspension magic, until she was eye level with him. “I’ve been practicing!”

“So I see. Very good.” He was momentarily silenced as he noted the way her crimson eyes sparkled, igniting a primal lust he had never known. “But I would rather you practice this instead.” He surged against her, lips overtaking hers, pressing her hard against the door.

Carla hooked her feet around the small of his back and held him close, murmuring his name over and over. The remaining threads of Roy’s composure snapped in his desire to feel more of her. She never imagined Roy would lose control like this. And she found she liked it—it was a side hidden away, reserved for her and her alone. They gasped and moaned against each other, shuddering in each others arms, passion driving them to push harder.  

No lessons in grace or etiquette prepared him for this. He knew the theory of how to make love and appreciated the beauty women could exude. He had read enough books to fill in some gaps from lack of practical application. Living next to Fenn filled in the rest. Before Carla, intimacy with another did not appeal to Roy beyond a vague base feeling—the notion of dropping his walls and finding someone who saw him as more than a title was overwhelming. But with Carla, there was a thrill, a thrill to love, to want and be wanted so intensely.      

Roy broke off his kiss and rested his forehead against hers, his breath ragged alongside Carla’s. Not like this. Instinct urged him to pursue a quick release only Carla could provide. But his heart craved something meaningful. He desperately wanted this time to be something worthy of her.    

“Let me love you tenderly,” murmured Roy, kissing the corners of her eyes. “As you deserve. Please.” His breath tickled her ear.

The please got to her. He whispered it quietly, almost pleadingly. Passion and manners personified. His golden eyes bore into hers, making her gulp audibly. Her fingers carded through his hair as her hand cupped his cheek.

“Only if I can do the same for you.”

Roy’s eyes widened with surprise, his heart warming at her words. She desires the same as I do. “As you wish, Heartspell.” He shifted Carla in his arms, carrying her across the room. He lowered her to the bed, hovering inches above her.

While magic could be used to disrobe, Roy wanted to prolong the moment. He trailed his fingers down her waist, over her skirt and past her knees. Roy smiled gently and took her shoes off, placing them neatly under the bed next to his. He really is a prince out of a story book, even in times like this, thought Carla. She was mesmerized as his fingers went back up her legs, leaving a trail of fire and goosebumps on her skin. His hands went up her skirt, carefully removing her tights. He skimmed light kisses down her calves and shins as he rolled the tights past her feet.

“Roooooooy…”. Carla’s body trembled. Roy shifted his body upward, lifting her shirt past her midriff, pressing a kiss to her belly that made her core melt. The vision of Carla breathing heavily before him was delectable and stirred Roy’s soul. He rose slowly, undoing a few, but not all, of her shirt buttons, before he felt Carla pull him up to her with surprising force.

She kissed him thoroughly, affectionate but reckless. “Roy. Please.” Her fingers brushed his waist as she lifted his undershirt. Piece by piece of clothing was removed, thrown in random directions. Laying side by side, their hands gliding down newly visible curves and hardness, Roy and Carla stared at one another. She studied his handsomeness, committing his toned body and heat to memory, wondering again how a man like Roy wanted her.          

“Embarrassed?”, purred Carla, pushing down her nerves, fingers tracing his ribs.

“No,” said Roy. He hesitated a brief moment before continuing. “This kind of focus is novel, but very captivating coming from you.”

“What?” Carla’s roaming fingers stopped just below his navel. Roy groaned at the loss of contact. “I’d thought you’d be used to attention like this. Half the Island loves you, or wants to be you. I assumed—”

“They love the image. The smiles, the glamor. The regal clothes.” He smirked wryly, looking at the crumpled clothes across the bed and floor. “Nobody has looked at me the way you are now in this state.” His cheeks pinked slightly at the implication. I sound like a fool. A love-struck, inexperienced fool. What must she think of me?

Carla’s heart constricted at his words. For all his popularity and kindness, he had been alone in the ways that mattered. Sherry had indicated as such when they first got together. She brought a hand to his cheek. “They can have the prince. I want you, Roy.”  

He exhaled loudly, amazed at Carla’s easy acceptance. They came together then, conveying their love for one another, so close that no boundaries, physical or otherwise, separated them. They merged, Roy drawn to her like a bee to her pedals and Carla blossoming under his ministrations like a flower to the sun. They finished their dance in an explosion of passion that overwhelmed them both.  

Utterly spent, Roy and Carla clung to one another in a daze. She is exquisite. Roy had no other words to express his feelings. All his years in learning to say the right thing at the right time were inadequate. No one in Saligia has seen Carla like this. How she loves with her entire soul; how she moans in the heat of passion; how she beautifully shatters in a thousand jagged pieces at my touch.  

No, there were words. They were simple and unrefined, but they were the one ones that mattered.

“I love you, Carla,” Roy whispered in her ear.      

“I love you too,” she whispered back. She nuzzled her face against his neck. “I wish we could stay like this tonight.”

“We could if you desired it,” Roy murmured.

“But I have class, and I promised Sherry I’d dine with her. And you have lectures and—”

“Carla, there is something I must confess.” Carla raised her head inquiringly.

“I…hoped today would transpire as it did. I knew an afternoon would not be enough; you surpassed every expectation I had for what we could be.” He paused, kissing her neck, licking the red marks blossoming on her throat. She moaned audibly. “I spoke to Lynt; he is giving my lectures tonight.”

“But my class…”

“You were given a pass.” His mouth moved from her neck to her collarbone, nibbling softly.

Carla’s eyes, glazed and focused on Roy’s movements, suddenly flashed and shot up with annoyance. “Ugh, Fenn!” She removed her hand from Roy’s pink gold hair and slammed it on the pillows. “This explains a lot.”

“Pardon?” His chest tightened with discomfort at hearing another man’s name on her lips. His arms wrapped possessively around her waist.

“I’m sorry. Context would help.” Her voiced was laced with annoyance and then regret as she felt Roy’s arms squeeze around her. “Two days ago, Fenn gave me an extra assignment after class.” Carla huffed. “When I asked why, he laughed and said I’d thank him later.”

“Very in character for Fenn. I will express our appreciation to him at a later time. But now,” he traced gentle circles on her back, making her shiver. “I want to hear you express something else.”

“But what about Sherr—“

“Sherry is aware that we are otherwise engaged tonight.” Roy smiled lazily, an arrogant smile reserved only for her. Carla gasped and laughed, embarrassed.  

“How can I EVER look her in the eye when I see her tomorrow?” Carla buried her head in the crook of his neck.

“She is happy for us. Overjoyed. As for dinner,” he aimed a hand towards a corner of the room. A rolling chart with a silver platter and matching top zoomed to the side of the bed. The top lifted with a magical swish, revealing a tea pot, set of matching cups, and a plate of honey dipped scones and fruit.

Carla moved her head at the sound of the moving cart. “You DID plan for everything.”

“Not everything. The tea and scones are considerably cooled. Even I did not anticipate how…prolonged our activities would be.” He smiled crookedly.

“In that case, the tea can wait.”

She climbed on top of him, caressing his sides and dropping a trail of kisses down his throat and chest. Roy swallowed thickly as Carla’s gaze smoldered and moved downward. “There are other things I crave instead.” She felt his heart pound as her lips traveled past his chest towards his navel and heard her name murmured repeatedly like a song.

Their night was not yet over.    

[eleanorbloom]

Certainty (Aurora Emery x F! MC)

Disclaimer: The characters of this story, except Rosalía, belong to Pixelberry.  

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Aurora Emery x f! MC (Rosalía Muñoz)

Warnings: Fluff Rated: G

Word Count: 381 (I’m proud of myself, you know? This is the second drabble I write and it has less than 500 words. You know what it means to someone who babbles and babbles while writing? 😂😂😂😂 Probably it makes no sense and needs another 500 words to makes sense... Anyway!)

Author’s Note: Hello! Here I am again. I haven’t stopped thinking about this lady since I posted the first fic. This is way too short, but is something I needed to get out of my mind, you know? I wish I could write something larger but it’d take days and I really wanted to post something on Valentine’s Day for her, but that doesn’t mean I won’t write something larger, I have more ideas so you’ll see more of Aurora and Rosalía in the future 😊

Hope you enjoy!

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY TO THOSE WHO CELEBRATE IT 🌹❤️

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Certainty.

She had never had a Valentine’s Day before.

Well, a Valentine's Day that really mattered to her. She had a couple in High School and College, but they felt vane, without real meaning. 

She still couldn’t feel the hype most people felt about that day, though. To her, it was all about consumerism, materialism, and false promises.

But that February 14th was different. Aurora Emery had finally found someone to celebrate it with, someone to thank for. Someone to kiss and hug. Someone who could hold and kiss her. The real purpose of Valentine’s Day.

Aurora looked down to take in the view she had in front of her. Messy hazelnut locks, the silhouette of a small rounded nose and rounded rose lips.

Rosalía.

Sometimes she still couldn’t believe how lucky she was, how something that seemed so alien to her, so unknown and distant, now was like second nature to her. 

To love her. To love Rosalía Muñoz.

It had been months since that morning when Rosalía confessed her feelings, and the night where she confessed her own feelings for Rosie, and since then, it had been the best adventure of her life. Discovering feelings she didn’t know she had. Rediscovering her capacity to love. Learning to love and feel loved. Getting to know her and letting Rosie to know her as nobody ever did.

Aurora couldn’t help with the tenderness that the past months produced on her, and buried her nose in the crook of Rosalía’s neck. Jasmine and orange. A scent she could never get enough of. 

She didn’t want to, either.

She wrapped her arm more tightly around Rosalía’s waist, wanting to feel the warmth of her body over hers. 

It was never the same --that position. Sometimes Rosalía was the little spoon, sometimes her, even if she was taller than Rosie. And she honestly couldn’t choose which she preferred the most, if holding her or being held by her because both gave her the same joy and the same peace. Both positions were the undeniable proof that Aurora had Rosalía, that Aurora loved Rosalía and Rosalía loved her back.

That certainty was better than any other.

And that certainty is what made her feel like Valentine’s Day was every single day since she had her.

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In case someone is interested, I wasn’t planning on posting something for Bryce and Eleanor because I wanna focus my fluff on Proposal and Wedding Fic (fun fact, the proposal fic was intended to be posted today HAHAHAHAHAHAH🙃🙃🙃😭😭😭😭 but as I haven’t finished When You’re Ready, it’ll have to wait. Thank you for reading!

[politicallycorrectinnocentteen]

How is Loving Parker like? (ABC Fluff, Parker X MC)

How is loving Parker like? We will have to ask Vance for that…

 Vance puts his hand on his chin, thinking.

 Loving Parker is like….

 1.      Feeling Safe. (‘F’)

 Vance remembers they were both jogging early in the morning, when suddenly some dogs started chasing him. He remembers how Parker took two long strides to land in front of him, grabbing his hand and pulling him tightly as they ran out of their lungs.

He also remembers how Parker looked determined and brave, even when their path was blocked by a dead end. He definitely remembered how Parker stepped in front of him, face flushed with anger as he growled back at those dogs. And how can Vance forget how the most non-violent Parker on Earth took off his shoe and threw it – bull’s eye on one of the dogs. 

Vance is not sure if it’s the terror of Parker or the smell of his shoes, but the dogs ran away. 

And Vance also remembers how, since that day, whenever they are strolling down the road and a dog appears at his side, Parker involuntarily pulls him to his other side.

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 “But is loving Parker just feeling safe?” 

“No…” Vance smiles. “You also have to deal with him.”

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 2.      Dealing with Parker (‘D’)

 Vance remembers at times how whimsical Parker can become. Not to mention how he’d act like a total kid at times -much to Vance’s annoyance. 

But one particular incident is very much etched to his memory...

 “Vance, want to check out these chocolates I bought?” Parker’s voice came from upstairs. 

Vance was in no mood to even move. Much less walk the never-ending flight of stairs and tire himself out. But...chocolates! 

Chocolates demand sacrifices.

Chocolates demand devotion.

Chocolates demand worship. 

And so, Vance grudgingly got up, went upstairs, only to find Parker in his inner wear and garments. 

“So…where is the chocolate?” 

Parker tosses a small piece of chocolate towards him, making Vance grumble. That one was not his favourite. Forget his favourite, that was not the chocolate he even wished to look at. 

He glares at Parker who smiles as if he tossed a diamond ring with “I LOVE YOU” written on it. His eyes fall on the suit and also Parker’s luggage bag at the corner of the room. 

Great! He now remembered why he was not feeling like moving an inch. 

“Get ready else you will miss the flight.” He rolls his eyes wondering at how he will be spending the next few months without Parker while he’d be out, enjoying his new promotion privileges in some new town around some hot cop chicks.

 “Hey…” Parker’s voice catches him up. “Help me then!” he pleads. 

Vance looks at him, annoyed. Very much annoyed. 

“Are you a kid that I have to help in dressing you up?” He retorts, but anyways goes to Parker. 

Parker takes off his innerwear, flaunting his body and looking expectantly at Vance, who rolls his eyes and scavenges the cup board for a fresh one. 

“Should I change my garments as well?” 

“Whatever dude.” 

“…Ok” 

Vance felt that was not the response Parker was expecting. Perhaps he should be less snappy. 

“There,” he tosses Parker some clothes. 

Parker quickly puts up the shirt, and then the pant. Adjusting his belt, he says, “Button my shirt, please.”

 Vance silently grunted ‘He is like a five-year old at times.’ And ‘He is impossible’ but anyway proceeded to button he shirt. He then also put up the suit on Parker and buttoned it. Lastly, he also tied the favourite blue colour tie of Parker and finally patted the suit to make sure there were no curves. 

There, Parker was ready, like a barbie doll. 

“I will see if we have something in fridge.” Vance starts to leave when Parker grabs his hand, tight. 

“There is one more thing to do.” He says as he closes the distance between them. He whispers huskily in his ear, “Undress me.” 

Vance’s eyes go wide as he looks at Parker, whose voice now tickles in his ears. 

“I denied the promotion. I cannot leave my good boy here while I stay alone somewhere else.” 

He felt goosebumps as Parker continued playing with his heart strings, “You are such a dork when you miss so many signs.” He kissed his neck, biting it roughly in the process. 

“But you clearly weren’t a dork when you said its twice the fun if we start with ‘it’ with undressing.’ 

He then crashes his lips on Vance and pushes him onto the bed and… 

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“What happened next?”

“Psst.” Vance hissed, “Not telling.” He smugly smiles.

“Its more like Parker dealing with you than you dealing with him.” 

He smiles, but proceeds onwards. “The best part of loving Parker is- “

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 3.      Hugs (‘H’)

 Parker just entered the house, marched towards kitchen where Vance was presumably making the evening coffee, and just back-hugged him tightly, sinking his face into his t-shirt. 

“…Parker?” Vance asked confused to which Parker just tried to burrow his face further. 

They stood there for minutes in silence, with Vance waiting for Parker to open up. When he doesn’t speak up, Vance moves forward, looking at Parker’s sullen face as he presses his hand. 

“Let’s sit and talk.”

 Parker just turns and heads upstairs to Vance’s bedroom, completely ignoring the all of the sofas lying idle in the living room. 

Vance sighs. Did he tell that climbing stairs was not his favorite thing? 

When he arrives, Parker is already lying on the bed, face boring into the pillow. 

“Parker…? You alright?” Vance says as he sits on the bed. 

Parker looks up to him, and then pulls him, making him fall on bed. With Vance’s back towards him, he hugs him tightly, wanting to close even the millimetre of distance between their bodies. 

“Parker…?” 

Vance feels his cheeks flush as Parker’s grip tightens around him and as he puts his leg over his’, entangling them together, worse than earphones in a bag. 

“Parker…?” 

Vance becomes conscious of how Parker spoons him, and how his body fits perfectly onto Parker’s. He feels Parker press his nose against his nape. But Parker doesn’t say a word. 

“Is something wrong?” 

“Nnnnnnhmmmmmm.” Parker mumbles. Finally, he speaks up. “You’re leaving tomorrow…” 

“HOLY SHIT PARKER!” Vance speaks up, his worry converting into mild annoyance because Parker apparently gave him a heart attack over what was wrong with him. “IT’S A COLLEGE REUNION PARTY. I WILL BE BACK IN 2 DAYS.” 

Parker seems to try to absorb it, but then just buries his face into Vane’s neck. 

“Doesn’t matter.” He cribs like a child. 

Vance internally rolls his eyes.

 “I will be back soon.” 

“Take me with you.” 

Ok, Parker was legit behaving like a five-year old. 

“You’d get bored.” Vance pressed his point.

“Doesn’t matter as well.” 

“And what about the town? What will it do without their heroic, saviour Office Shaw to their rescue?” 

Parker seemed to actually think on that for a minute as he tilted his head up, but then he again buried it into Vance’s neck, slowly kissing the little skin he found there. 

“They will be ok.” He cribs. He then seems to give a look at Vance, before continuing, “Ok then, I am coming.” 

“No.” Vance muttered, loud and clear.

“Yes” Parker sang, equally determined.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“NO.”

“……”

“……”

“…..”

“Vance, what’s this burning smell?” 

FUCK!

Vance rushed out of the room, remembering his coffee, leaving Parker surprised and their argument incomplete.

.

.

.

“So, did he actually come with you?” 

“Yes.” Vance said with slight annoyance, “And that too, without telling me.” 

He takes a sip of his coffee, as we look expectantly towards him. 

“Its about time we wrap up.” He smiles, “But I promise more soon.” He gets up and goes inside...

.

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Next in the series

4.      Cooking

5.      Camping

6.      TBA

 Hey guys, I know you all are waiting for my one-shot on which I had the poll, but assignments are killing me :(. That being said, it will be posted soon, just not now. Hopefully this drabble kind of made up for that? :D

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[cinnbar-bun]

Okay, so however you wish to write this but basically scenario between Lancelot x Reader (main default granblue mc lol) where they still don't know they like each other but are really close friends still. Their having a conversation one day where the topic somehow comes to about who Reader likes and instead of avoiding it they usually do they start to describe who they like aka Lancelot, in an attempt to see how he reacts. And he still simply doesn't realize it's him they- (1/2)

They rather look at him I guess gently but before they know say something directly along the lines of, “and he’s the handsome yet dense dork of a captain right next to me.” Because everything else wasnt obvious enough? And so cues a bright blushing reader because that was beyond obvious they wanted to go? XD Ehehehe hope that wasnt too much. Tumblr doesn’t give enough room somedays. Hope you enjoy that and Have a wonderful day too~! (2/2) 

A/n: UGH MY HEART!!! I LOVE CLUELESS LANCELOT! HAVE YOU EVER SEEN THOSE V-DAY QUOTES LIKE WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL LANCEY

Clueless Lancelot is Clueless (A Memoir Written by Danchou)

What the actual hell. This had been the fifth time this week that Lancelot had been asking who you liked. Why was he pestering you about it? Doesn’t he know how he makes your heart flutter?

“Lancelot, don’t you think that’s a bit too personal to be asking me?” 

“Oh come on Captain, I just thought it’d be nice to know! Friends always tell these sort of things to each other.” He laughed. 

Oh. So that’s how he felt. 

Not that it shocked you, he was potentially (if he wasn’t already) one of the most eligible bachelors in the skydom. Many had taken a strong liking to the loyal and determined Captain of the White Dragon Knights. 

So, why would he bother to choose you out of all people? There was probably royalty wishing for him to wed them. 

You sighed bitterly and shook your head. 

“Fine”, you spat, “You wanna know that bad?” You were getting rather heated and mentally cursed yourself for yelling at him. He hadn’t done anything wrong. 

“Well yes, of course!” He smiled, clearly missing the sarcastic tone in your voice. Damn him and that smile, you thought. 

“Well, for starters, he’s very popular. Like, everyone knows his name.” 

“Siegfried?” Lancelot gawked. You rolled your eyes and continued.

“No. He’s a very strong knight and takes pride in what he does.” 

“Oh, so Percival then?” He added curiously. Was he serious?

“No, not Percival. He’s super nice and helps me all the time.”

“…Vane?” Lancelot sounded like he was asking a question, but by your scowl, he presumed it was not Vane you were talking about. 

“He has dark hair-”

“Eugen?” 

“No. He is very talented-”

“Rackam?” 

“No Lancelot, he is very good with a sword.” 

“Cain…”

“FOR THE LAST TIME, NO!” You yelled angrily. He seemed taken aback by your scream and you covered your mouth in embarrassment.

“I-I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have-” Great, you thought, if he didn’t like you then, he surely didn’t like you now. 

Lancelot quickly ran up to you and placed his hands on your shoulders, worry evident on his face.

“Please don’t cry, (Y/n). It was my mistake, I shouldn’t have pestered you like that.” You pitifully laughed and decided to just tell him. You already looked stupid, why not just get it over with?

“You really wanna know who I like?” You murmured. 

“You don’t have to tell me, I don’t wish to make you more uncomfort-”

“No…I think I should. So, you wanna know?” You asked again, your heart beating a mile a minute. 

“I guess, since you’re so insistent.” He bit his lip in guilt and looked sadly at you. However, you gently smiled at him, your eyes puffy and red as you held his hands tightly. 

“He’s a wonderful man, too good for me, honestly. After all I put him through, he still likes to make time for me.”

“He must be a great man to woo you like this.” 

“Yes, he very much is so. He’s the dense man standing right in front of me.” You felt your heart stop when you heard him gasp. He didn’t respond, and you pulled yourself away from him. 

“Yeah…well now you know. Since… you know… friends tell each other these sort of things.” You bit you lip tightly and turned around so he would not have to look at your tearful face. You began walking away until you felt him roughly pull you back. 

“No! Stay! Uh…” he realized how rough he was handling you and relaxed a bit more. “Do you wish to know who I like?” 

“It’s fine, we’ve embarrassed ourselves quite enough right now-” You felt his lips press against yours as he embraced you tightly. 

What the actual heck??

He chuckled at your cute reaction and gave you that award winning smile.

“They are a wonderful Captain of a certain skycrew, who never fails to cheer me up and fight for their comrades. An amazing kisser too.” He added, smiling even wider at your red cheeks. 

“You-you actually like me?” You stammered. 

“Of course I do. You’ve been a lifesaver for me repeatedly. I wish to court you, if you don’t mind?” 

“Guess my answer, genius.” His response was lost due to you kissing him once again. 

His clueless attitude was one of the reasons you fell for him after all.

[djdigitalhi]

Get caught up with the latest in ‪#‎Kpop‬ from February 2017 Week 3 ICYMI. This week features new songs from ‪#BTS, #KARD and more! #DJDKPOP

Here is the list of songs--since it's not ranked, no spoilers here :)!

AC Block: Kim Kihyun (김기현) - Dream's Gone Away (꿈이 떠나가다) Norwegian Wood (노르웨이 숲) - Hug Me (품에 (나 그대의 품에 안겨요)) Kim Jinho (김진호) - Graduation Picture (졸업사진) Chamsom (참깨와 솜사탕) - Something Warm (따뜻한 것) Lee Boram (이보람) - Today's Youth (요즘 청춘) GOM PD X O.WHEN (곰PD X 오왠) - Cloudy (흐린) EZ Hyoung (이지형) - A Fluttering Song (설레는 노래) Moon Kim (문킴) - Dark Chocolate

OST Block: Gong Hwi With Hong Na Young (공휘,  홍나영) - Fall Into Me (나에게 빠져들) (New Worker Hong Na Young 2 (신입사원 홍나영) OST) Park Boram (박보람) - Isn't She Lovely (Introverted Boss (내성적인 보스) OST) LYn (린) - Whenever, Wherever (언제든, 어디라도) (Saimdang, Memoir of Colors (사임당, 빛의 일기) OST) Chen (첸) - I'm Not Okay (안녕 못해) (Missing 9 (미씽나인) OST)

K-Indie / Rock Block: Van Gyunam (반규남) - At This Moment (지금 이 순간) Yeoldool (열둘) - Drunk (취기) MOONBAND (조문근밴드) - I Am Deathly Ill (죽을 것 같이 아픈데) Asian Chairshot (��시안체어샷) - Looking for Spring (봄을 찾으러) JW Feat.Na Haeun & Kim Seulong (나하은, 김슬옹) - Fantasy The VANE (더베인) - Round & Round Scarlet mojo-Pin (스칼렛 모조핀) - Ez Come Ez Go (Gorilla-Man)

EDM / Dance Block: Botang Bros (보탱브라더스) - Sun Goes Down Life and Time (라이프 앤 타임) - Love Virus W (Where The Story Ends) Feat. Tei (테이) - One Strike (일격 (一擊))

R&B / Hip-Hop Block: FMT Feat. JXL - Melt In Your Mouth (입에서 녹아) Lowkey (로키) - We Ride 1sagain Feat. Kang Cheol (원써겐, 강철) - I Can't Go On (어울리지 못해) Wutan Feat. Don Mills (우탄) - Asian Glow Double K Feat. JUSTTHIS & Ann One (더블케이) - That Boi SAPO Feat. Stringer (사포, 스트링거) - Dream DAEMAWANG (대마왕) - X-LOVE SINCEB Feat. CROQ (씬스비) - I'm Fine (괜찮아) UNFAIR Feat. 1KYNE & LX - So Sweet Levi M (레비엠) - Yes Or No Jang Joon X Young Taek Feat.BéE (장준, 영택) - Drought(가뭄) Boni (보니) - Episode DEAN Feat. Baek Yerin (딘, 백예린) - Come Over (넘어와)

Pop Block: EDEN Feat. Kwon Jina (이든, 권진아) - I'm Still (그 땔 살아) PIE (파이) - Love Recipe (러브 레시피) TITAN (타이탄) - All In The Name Of Love [Sa.Sa.He] (사.사.해 (사랑하는 사람에게 해야할 일)) VARIOUS (베리어스) - Barbie Girl (바비걸) BIGFLO (빅플로) - Stardom (스타덤) L.A.U - Guys Can't Forget Love [Nam.Sa.Mot] (남.사.못(남자는 사랑을 못 잊는다)) MC Mong X Huh Gak (MC 몽, 허각) - Bandage (반창고) So You X Baekhyun (소유 X 백현) - Rain (비가와) Akdong Musician (악동뮤지션) - Play Ugly (못생긴 척) B.I.G (비아이지) - 1.2.3 (원투쓰리) MELODYDAY (멜로디데이) - Kiss On The Lips VAV (브이에이브이) - Venus (Dance With Me) (비너스) Taeyeon (태연) - I Got Love K.A.R.D (카드) - Don't Recall BTS (방탄소년단) - Spring Day (봄날)

[osborgs]

MTV Miaw 2021: confira a lista completa de indicados da premiação

<span class="hidden">–</span>Marisa/Divulgação

Vamos de mais um MTV Miaw? A lista de indicados da premiação jovem mais importante da América Latina foi divulgada e podemos ver nomes como Karol G e Anitta dominando as categorias!

O evento está marcado para acontecer no dia 13 de julho e, além dos prêmios do mundo da música e do audiovisual, a cerimônia também vai honrar a galera da internet! Inclusive, tem meme brasileiro na lista, viu?

Quem se lembra das irmãs Maria Antônia e Maria Eduarda, que viralizaram em 2020 com o vídeo do parabéns no aniversário de uma delas? Pois bem, as duas estão concorrendo em Viral Bombástico do Ano! Teve até teste para saber medir o seu nível de deboche, hahaha.

Maria Antônia, rainha do deboche!Reprodução/CAPRICHO

Indicados

ICONE MIAW Kimberley Loaiza Kunno Kenia OS Domelipa Jashlem Jimena Jiménez Brianda Deyanara Rod Contreras

CREADOR DEL ANO Kimberley Loaiza Amadora Caín Guzmán Darian Rojas Ralf Ignacia Antonia Legna Hernández Kevlex

Creador Global Martinez Twins Naim Darrechi Charli D’Amelio Dixie D’Amelio Lele Pons Bella Poarch Noah Beck

STORIADOR MIAW Luisito Comunica Elán Juanpa Zurita Paco de Miguel Danna Paola Bad Bunny Kenia OS Kim Shantal

FAV NUEVA ESCUELA Aaron Mercury Ingratax Mau López Carlota Madrigal Melipandda Augusto Gimenez Marian Krawstor Amaranta

BOMBA VIRAL El Niño Del Oxxo La Chilindrina En Biniki El Reencuentro de RBD Ay Rico Rico Rico Las Iñas Del Cumpleaños Máteme Ese Recuerdo De Ese Amargo Amor #SilhouetteChallenge Ciclovía De Puebla

ES MUY CRINGE Paty Navidad Conspiranoica Pelea Fake Mariana Rodríguez y Bárbara Del Regil Trump No Acepta Derrota Fails De Alfred Adame Golpiza Campo de Golf El Chico Gucci Pepillo Origel Se Vacuna López-Gatell de Vacaciones

FILÓSOFO VIRAL Mane Josi La Más Perdidas Cardi B Pamela Chup Trixy Star Camilo Pulgarin

COREO CRAK Kunno Rod Contreras Mont Pantoja SamuelLópez Iamferv Libardo Isaza Los Siblings Itsmitch

LIPSYNC MASTER Érika Buenfil Orson Padilla JD Pantoja Celes Salas Carolina Díaz Fernando Lozada Sebastián Yatra Macarena García

TEAM DEL AÑO Privé Team Ken Team Fénix Mansión Lit DIablos MS Cheli House

FANDOM Jukis Blinks BTS Army Keninis Dreamers Cachers Team Ken Fandom CNCOwners

CELEBRITY CRUSH Joaquín Bondoni Harry Styles Boggi Hadassah Macarena Achaga Billie Eilish Ester Expósito Victor Pérez

PAREJA EN LLAMAS Camilo & Evaluna Zuribeso Jearin Lele & Guaynaa Ilika Cruz & Vane Amador Nodeli Calle & Poché Jukilop

STREAMER DEL AÑO Auronplay Missasinfonía Arigameplats Coscu Windygirk Juan Guarnizo El Kun Agüero

OBSESIÓN GAMER Among Us Fall Guys Fortnite GTA V League of Legends Free Fire Call of Duty: Warzone

KILLER SERIE Wandavision Handmaid’s Tale Euphoria Luis Miguel, La Serie The Mandalorian El Internado: Las Cumbres The Boys Emily In Paris

REALITY DEL AÑO Acapulco Shore Quién Es La Máscara? Guerreros Shark Tank La Más Draga Exatlón

AMO DEL PODAST La Cotorrisa Creativo El Frasco Leyendas Legendarias En Cortinas Con Luisito Karime Kooler Radio Divaza Niñas Bien

COMEDIA TODO TERRENO Paco de Miguel Mario Aguilar Backdor Herly Memelas De Orizaba Se Rentan Cuartos La Resolana Borat

BICHOTA DEL AÑO Jimena Jiménez Herly Ana Lago Nathy Peluso Karol G Anitta Karime Pindter Jaylin Acashore

ARTISTA MIAW Karol G Bad Bunny J Balvin Maluma Rauw Alejandro Danna Paola C. Tangana Natti Natasha

ARTISTA + CHINGÓN MÉXICO Danna Paola Gera MX Christian Nodal Mon Laferte Reik Aleman

ARTISTA + DURO COLOMBIA Karol G Piso 21 J Balvin Camilo Maluma Sebatián Yatra

ARTISTA + IDO ARGENTINA BZRP Khea Nicki Nicole Duki Tini Cazzu

HINO VIRAL “Pareja Del Año” – Sebatián Yatra, Myke Towers “Lá Tóxica” – Farruko “El Makinon” – Karol G, Mariah Angeliq “Se Te Nota” – Lele Pons & Guaynaa “BZRP Music Sessiosn #36” – BZRP & nathy Peluso “Reloj” – Rauw Alejandro x Anuel XX “Hecha Pa’ Mi’” – Boza “Quien Te Crees?” – MC Davo feat. Calibre 50

EMERGENTE Leon Leiden Humbe Renee Natanael Cano Yendry Mario Puglia Bratty María Becerra

VIDEO DEL AÑO “Nominad/Hong Kong” – C. Tangana, Jorge Drexler y Andrés Calamaro “Telepatía” – Kali Uchis “Niño” – Ed Maverick, Muelas de Gallo “La Noche de Anoche” – Bad Bunny x Rosalía “Popular” – Zoé “Ojos Noche” _ Elsa y Elmar feat. Carla Morrison

HIT DEL AÑO “Bichota” – Karol G “Dákiti” – Bad Bunny x Jhay Cortez “Fiel” – Wisin, Jhay Cortez, Los Legendarios “Telepatía” – Kali Uchis “Hawái” – Maluma “Botella Tras Botella” – Gera MX, Christian Nodal “Relación Remix” – Sech, Daddy Yankee, J Balvin, Rosalía, Farruko “La Curiosidad” – Jay Wheeler, DJ Nelson, Myke Towers

HIT GLOBAL DEL AÑO “drivers license” – Olivia Rodrigo “Levitating” – Dua Lipa feat. DaBaby “Golden” – Harry Styles “Leave The Door Open” – Silk Sonic “Save Your Tears” – The Weeknd “Peaches” – Justin Bieber feat. Daniel Caesar, Giveon “Kiss Me More” – Doja Cat feat. SZA “Montero (Call Me By Your Name)” – Lil Nas X

MUSIC-SHIP DEL AÑO “Lo Vas a Olvidar” – Billie Eilish, Rosalía “Location” – Karol G, Anuel AA, J Balvin “Baila Conmigo” – Selena Gonez, Rauw Alejandro “La Nota” – Manuel Turizo x Rauw Alejdnro x Myke Towers “No Bailes Sola” – Danna Paola, Sebatián Yatra “Párteme La Cara” – C. Tangana, Ed Maverick “La Noche de Anoche” – Bad Bunny x Rosalía “Las Nenas” – Natti Natasha x Farina x Cazzu x La Duraca

DOMINIO K-POP Rosé Blackpink BTS IU TXT SEVENTEEN TWICE (G)I-DLE

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[norel-ravenclaw]

Attention Court of Darkness / Makai Nightmare fandom:

I’m making aesthetic collages! If a character is not included in the list below, comment here to request them!

Fenn, Toa, Guy, Roy, Lynt, Rio, Lance, Dia, Lou, MC, Violet, Sherry, Knight, Dewi, Jasper, Aquia, Tino, Hawke, Louis-Ernest, Gilbert, Roc, Klaus, Aidan, Addis, Liam, Vane x Vanum

⬆️

Anyone not included above is, well, not included. Comment here if you want that to change!

[squidwen]

Question…

Would anyone be interested in a fic with MC/reader x my OCs (Vane, Billy, Ceridwen, Basil, Seth, Jonah, and Tallis)? Drop me an ask if you do and/or have a particular scenario request. xx

OC master list can be found here.

Vane: *hides*

Billy: *sharpens axe*

Ceridwen: *says a prayer*

Basil: *winks*

Seth: *rolls eyes*

Jonah: *continues tinkering*

Tallis:

Art is by the brilliant @i-alone-on-pluto (aka CloudMallow).