#well there's that problem solved back to embroidery

[gloriousmonsters]

koume and kotake were like 400 years old... y'all think they raised any other kings?

[hhh-hemogoblin]

Quick and Dirty

Summary: You and Astarion were out on a date night once again. But this night was special and little did you know you'd be seeing stars in more ways than one. Who knew that Baldur's Gate's alleyways could be so inviting after dark…

Pairing: Astarion x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 4.5k

Tags: NSFW, Smut, They're having fun in a dark alley, Semi-Public Sex, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Quickie, Banter, Established Relationship, Domestic Bliss, Second Person POV, Exhibitionism, Usual vampire behaviour

A/n: Another self-indulgent little one-shot, because I like the idea that those freaks cannot wait a single minute before going to town. I hope you'll like it! Any constructive feedback is welcome :)

It was a warm night in the Gate. The full moon shone brightly, illuminating the ripples in the bay and the belltowers alike: a glittery scenery. A soft breeze was blowing, just enough for the air not to be stuffy. It was almost midnight and this part of town was as quiet as it gets. Parents and children were already fast asleep, drunkards were still busy inside taverns, thug-business was still a couple of hours away and the sunrise would only be the grand finale for a night that was only starting.

What were you doing on this peaceful evening? Well, you’d just been out with your lover, in a fine inn, enjoying a delightful dinner. Every once in a while, seemingly at random, Astarion chose to take you out for a candle-lit dinner. “How cliché!”, you always told him, despite actually loving those quiet evenings the two of you spent together.

Those nights were little escapes, stripping you from the harsh reality of having to spend most of the day away from your dearest vampire. Without a solution for walking in broad daylight, he was sentenced to staying at home, “waiting for you to come back”, as he always put it, in the most dramatic voice he could summon. And so, every morning, you ventured forth, solving the citizens’ problems here and there, whether they needed an exterminator, someone to fish out a gold ring from the sewers or another mage to help out at Sorcerous Sundries, on particularly busy days. And every morning, without a fail, you kissed Astarion goodbye, while he mumbled something along the lines of “Why are you abandoning me again??” from under the sheets. With an almost heavy heart, you left the bed to get ready for the day, knowing that he would soon wake up as well. After all, his days weren’t exactly uneventful either, as he spent them reading, writing letters to faraway mages and healers or working on some elaborate embroidery to sell to the highest bidder (someone had to bring some gold to the household and unfortunately for you, luxury garments were a better trade than ridding a cellar of a horde of rats).

Those nights out were the ones you cherished: time you shared together, without distractions. Pure banter, bliss and love, nothing on your mind except the entrancing garnet eyes of your lover. After dinner, you usually wandered around the streets, your stomach filled with a hearty meal. You explored the dim alleys of Baldur’s Gate, in search for some nooks and crannies that you had never seen before, which proved a difficult task, considering the time you’d spent sneaking around and hiding between those very walls when you were on a quest to overthrow the Absolute. And then, you generally looked for a nice lookout, perhaps a belltower or an unoccupied balcony, from where you could see the moon in all her ethereal glory. Astarion knew that he wouldn’t be able to enjoy the scorching rays of sunrise anytime soon, so he relished in basking in the radiant moonlight. Even without any heat warming his skin, the light it offered was some sort of comfort. A fierce stance of resistance, a bold reminder that he would not spend eternity in darkness.

Opening up had never been one of Astarion’s strengths but you’d learned that, with time, he’d share both beautiful and haunting thoughts with you. And so you knew that all he wanted was to find a way to live in brightness again. You’d sworn to yourself that you’d make it our life’s work to make sure that this time, he got what he wanted, what he deserved.

Most times, you followed this unspoken routine, enjoying the night and making sure to come back home before the morning’s early hours, where you could still catch some sleep before the day started again. Tonight was not one of those nights. Tonight was one of the nights in which you didn’t even know you’d see the stars in more ways than one. Because some nights, dessert was served way after the main course, in the secluded privacy of your own home. A sweet and spicy moment of your own device.

Given his grim past, Astarion was only getting used to consensual intimacy again, which is why your love life was… spontaneous, to say the least. A sudden burst of flames inside both of your hearts, an immediate desire left to be satisfied. They could happen in the morning, before either of you had even left the sheets, or before lunch, when a ravenous hunger took over… And the meal was left to go cold on the counter while your bodies started heating up. You usually let him initiate it, so he could learn to regain control, but once the dance started, there was no telling of who’d be in charge that time.

You were just leaving the inn after a wonderfully entertaining supper, arms in arms with Astarion, when he gradually pulled you towards the right. “Why are you in such a rush?” you asked him, surprised by his behaviour. The high of the night hadn’t even been reached yet so there was no need to run home…

Instead of an answer, he stopped dead in his tracks and greeted you with a devilish smile. “Darling… Getting lost in your eyes was not enough tonight. I need to get lost in you. Now.”

The desperation in his hushed voice made the hair on your neck rise. You looked up to him with a lusty gaze and whispered “Let’s go home, then”, while tugging on his sleeve.

“Home’s too far. I can’t wait any longer. I want you here and now“, he said while towering over you and slowly walking in your direction, steering you into a dark and twisted alleyway. The assertiveness in his voice made you shiver deliciously and you complied, marching backwards in swift little steps, barely avoiding to stumble over your own feet.

Astarion’s magnetic gaze was fixed on your eyes, unflinching, while he kept driving you until you made it halfway into the narrow street. And he stopped.

“A dark, filthy, alley? Really? Couldn’t you have picked a nicer sp-“, you barely had any time for teasing. Shoving you into a wall and his tongue into your mouth was definitely a way to shut you up. In an instant, the whole world went black, as you felt your back crash against the brick wall.

Your lover was kissing you lavishly, and you were equally as generous, moaning into him, between pants, the excitement clearly rising within both your souls. His cool lips left your mouth, slowly moving to your jaw, your neck, your collarbone, hungrily sucking on the skin, nibbing at it, tugging at it with a sharp smile. You knew this ruthless show of passion would leave its traces, but in that very moment, you couldn’t care less. You indulged. He moved back to kiss you and in a wet battle of tongues, you got a hold of his bottom lip, playfully tugging at it with your teeth. He broke the kiss and grinned “Oh, no… I don’t think so… Tonight I’ll be the one playing with my food, sweetheart…”. This pledge made your insides churn, a light tingling, moving down your spine and straight to your core. This was going to be fun.

Astarion grabbed the collar of your dress and yanked you towards him, so that the two of you were pressed together tightly. Never letting go of your clothes, he planted a soft kiss on your lips and you knew that would be the last moment of respite for a while. His blazing eyes told you everything you needed to know. “Show me what you got…” was all you managed to utter, and that was all he needed to hear before entering a frenzied state of passion.

He gripped your collar tightly and lifted you off the ground before setting you down on a stack of empty crates against a house. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and whispered “Gods, you’re beautiful when you’re so eager for me”. His voice alone would have sufficed to make you come undone but you tried to pull yourself together, bracing for what was to come. Your partner ripped your dress open, exposing your breasts to the cool air. He grabbed your jaw with slight force, peered deep into your eyes before crashing with your lips again. All the while, his silky hands were wandering around your body, grabbing every bit of exposed skin they could reach. A rogue true to his craft, his movements were so swift that it felt like dozens of hands caressing your skin all at once. Goosebumps started to rise wherever his hands had been, your nipples perking up due to the contrast of your hot skin and his frosty fingers. You moaned into his mouth, leaning into him even more, one hand on the back of his neck, pressing him towards you, your other hand softly palming his strong broad chest.

He pulled away from your lips and stared deep into your eyes. Passion fuelled the burning embers behind his eyes as his lustful gaze took in every detail of your face. The only source of light was a street lantern that was barely emitting any light. His features were as angelic as ever in the dim light, yet tonight, he planned to be wicked. It felt as if the two of you were secluded in a cupboard of void, with nothing interrupting your evening programme. Although…

All of a sudden you broke the kiss, eyes wide open, visibly startled. Adrenaline coursed through your body quicker than ever. You peeked behind your lover’s head but couldn’t see anything except the poorly lit crates and cobble stones of the alley. “I… I thought I’d heard something”, you admitted. A playful laugh escaped his lips and he jived: “Darling, if there were someone skulking around, I’d have heard them before they’d even turned the corner”. He paused, looked to the side grinning and continued: “But, if you must know, there’s definitely a pair enjoying the same type of… late-night trysts, a couple houses down. Quite loudly in fact, they’re pushing things off the table, in the kitchen perhaps?” Still amused, he furrowed his brows, assessing the situation “Such energy, he’s… Oh… Oh my!” A devilish smile was plastered across his face just a little longer, as he pondered the end of the street. He looked like a perverted voyeur enjoying the show. He then reverted to you, peering deep into your eyes and then glancing at your already swollen lips. “Well, it seems we’re not the only ones indulging in the pleasures of the flesh… Don’t you get distracted!” you said with a wink. This earned you an honest confession, whispered like a secret in between shared breaths: “What could ever distract me when my whole world is in front of me?”

You smiled, resuming your kiss, ravished by the fondness Astarion had just expressed. You flung your hands to the back of his head, slowly working your way into his tousled mop of hair, tugging at his curls and delicately scratching his scalp with your nails. Your legs were tangled around him and all you could do was pull him impossibly closer to you.

His full undivided attention now back to you, he cupped your face, kissing you surprisingly sweetly, before slowly letting both his hands glide down your chest, past your bare breasts, along your ribs and your waist. The slightest push of his hand made sure you were well sat upon the wooden crates. He slowly kneeled in front of you, his eyes still set on yours, unblinking, and a mischievous smile gracing his face. “I know we just had dinner, but I’m thinking that I’ve got some room left for dessert…” he hushed, as he playfully fondled your thighs. His hands reached the hem of your skirts, which he ever so carefully lifted all the way up, thus gaining access to your crotch. He caressed your thighs some more before pulling your underpants down in one swift motion and pocketing them hastily. There you were, half-naked in a darkened street, your core already slick and eager. He brought his face to your inner thighs, grazing the delicate skin with his fangs before kissing it softly, making his way to your cunt. “Your soft skin and your compelling scent are exactly what I need tonight, love…”, he spoke. Your pulse quickened, your skin was smouldering with every single touch and you could feel your loins grow impatient. You carefully bucked your hips forwards to grant him better access when he grabbed both your legs and placed them over his shoulders.

You gasped, at the first contact, the tip of his tongue expertly reaching for the main feature. It wasn’t long before his mouth had completely engulfed you, every movement of his skilled tongue making you shiver and pant. You could barely contain your little yelps, as he alternated between swift flicks around your rosebud and slower flat movements that pushed you further and further towards the pool of ecstasy. As if that wasn’t enough, he let go of your leg and added his dexterous fingers to the mix. An unexpected finger dug into you and your eyes opened in surprise. “Astarion!” you blurted out, which made him abruptly stop his ministrations. “Darling, I thought the idea of getting caught in the act here didn’t appeal to you…” He started, clearly teasing you. “If you keep making so much noise at this late hour, I’m afraid we’re going to have to take preventive measures!” He winked. You giggled at his words, trying to keep it down as he worked his way back to your core.

He inserted a second finger shortly after, which had your eyes rolling back inside your head. “Astarion, please, give me more…” you begged. His legendary accuracy did not fail him, even when his mind was clouded by lust. You were trying your best to make as little noise as possible but the lewd noises he made going down on you were about as discrete as an elephant walking through a porcelain shop. Your whole body was tensing up, pleasure building inside you. The sounds, the sensations, the scents… It was all so much: you needed to steady yourself. Even though Astarion’s hands were holding you firmly, you felt moments away from losing control and toppling over.

On instinct, you reached for the vampire’s head, fondling it, delicately sliding your fingers through his locks before grasping them firmly. You pulled his head into your mount, making sure that he knew just how much you were enjoying yourself. You started grinding your hips into his face a bit more and, right on cue, he tightened his grip on your body, almost digging his nails into your tender flesh. You two were impossibly close, almost merging into one, and the satisfied moans and vibrations emanating from him only added to the delicious stimulation he was already providing. Every flick of the tongue, every tug of his fingers, pulled at your every nerve. Your eyes were rolling back, your breath hitched, as you tried to contain all the praises and curses you’d be spilling in a more private context. “Hhh… Astarion, keep going just like that… You’re gifted…”, you whispered. To no surprise, you could feel him laugh in response. It didn’t take much more to send you over the edge, your body shaking, frantic whimpers escaping your mouth as you delicately reached for his jaw. Your sensitive cunt was still throbbing as you were riding out your orgasm, and he continued nonetheless, even if his tongue was working much slower now, tenderly tending to you.

Your body was just adjusting to feel again and you returned your hands to his crown of curls, knowing he particularly enjoyed that. At this point, you were practically massaging his scalp and you slowly made your way to his ears. His delicate elven ears twitched under your touch. He unlatched from your core within moments and peered into your eyes with a half-lidded gaze “Gods… Darling… I wasn’t quite finished yet, but something tells me we need to turn to other matters…”. Even in the dim light of the street lantern, you saw that he looked down at his crotch, which you could only assume was already bulging hard. You smiled in anticipation.

“Mmmh, come here”, he mumbled as he stood up again. He offered you his open hand: “M’Lady…”, he said in a ridiculously posh tone. You giggled and hopped off of the crates. You took his hand and answered him in an equally haughty tone: “My Lord…”. Raising his brow, his proceeded to spin you around twice, as if this were a courtly dance. He pulled you towards him, your back to his chest, and whispered wickedly in your ear: “… And now I’ll take what’s mine.”

With a push between your shoulder blades, he shoved you into the wall, where you barely caught yourself with your hands, gasping at the sudden changing dynamic. Despite not being able to detect his pulse, you could feel the urgency raise within him. One moment he was holding your waist tightly and the next, he grabbed your ankle from the ground, setting your foot on the crate. He pushed himself onto you some more so that you had to hold on to the wall and the crate in order to maintain balance. He pulled your skirt over your backside, exposing your thighs and buttocks to the fresh summer breeze once again. Towering over you, he planted soft kisses along the supple skin of your shoulders and neck while his hand wandered to your ass. His cool touch made you shiver as much as it heated you up, and you yearned for more of him. You could feel him, all of him, pressed along your body: his light breath on your neck, his broad chest on your back, his hard length on your ass.

“So tender…” He grasped your ass firmly, before stroking it for a moment and spanking your cheek without a warning. A little “Oh!” is all you managed to blurt out, as the sting of his slap subsided and a pleasant tingling sensation spread across the reddened area.

As he was looming over you, he traced your neck with the tip of his nose, breathing you in, audibly satisfied. Without needing to turn your head around, you could feel his plush lips smiling against your sensitive skin. You collected your hair with one hand put it all on one side of your head, exposing your neck even more. Of course he’d notice the invitation but you thought some reassurance might be in order. “I know you’re dying to bite down, sweet tooth… Go ahead.”, you uttered in a sultry voice. With time, you’d almost come to appreciate the sting and odd numbness of a vampire’s bite. “Well, darling, you don’t have to tell me twice”, he managed to spit, before getting dangerously close to your carotid artery. Without further warning, he plunged his fangs into your neck.

There it was again, that familiar sharp, icy pain, which pushed all the air out of your lungs. You still found it uncanny that his teeth were somehow even colder than the rest his body, but maybe it was only the mere shock factor brought upon by the sudden piercing of your skin.

The pain started to subside, as you carefully breathed in again, slowly giving way to a blunt numbness, engulfing your neck and going as far as your collarbones. As he meticulously drank from you, his grip tightened on your hips. His newly gained vigour filled his arteries one by one, starting in his chest and slowly travelling to all his limbs. His feverish bloodlust was almost satiated it seemed, as you felt his body grow warmer and warmer each passing moment. The grip on your body eased as well, before he started lapping at your fresh puncture wounds. Whether it was a somatic feeling or a real physiological response, it seemed that the ravaged skin slowly mended itself the more he licked it. Perhaps someone ought to investigate the regenerative properties of vampire spit…

Your scientific considerations were immediately cast aside, as you felt Astarion’s growing erection press harder and harder on your ass. “A bottle of the finest Thayan Red is nothing compared to a drop of your exquisite blood. Elixir of life, elixir of love… I don’t think I could live without it anymore…” He planted a soft kiss on your newly marked neck and you felt his hand leave your hip and adroitly unbutton his breeches. You grew more impatient by the second, you wanted him, you needed him. You felt his erection spring free, followed by a sigh of relief. “I hope you are ready, my love, because the anticipation is killing me”, he warned. With these words, he positioned himself at your entrance and you felt his tip slowly sink into your dripping cunt.

This time, it was effortless: your body gave way almost instantly. Thanks to Astarion’s wonderous attentions, your arousal had reached an all-time high. One sole thrust and he was completely buried inside you, which earned a sharp hiss from him. A low moan escaped your lips as you relished in how your lover’s cock was deliciously stretching you out. “Mmmm… Every single time I’m inside of you feels better than the last, how could it be?”, he uttered. “Must be magic?” you retorted, barely managing to form a coherent sentence. He chuckled at your nonsensical answer and kissed the nape of your neck.

One of his hands left your hips and wandered across your body, to your breast. He gently grabbed it, pulling you closer to him, making your back arch some more. He started slowly sliding out of you, taking his time so you’d feel every vein on his hard cock, before pushing his length back inside again. Though every thrust was agonizingly slow, a myriad of sensations sprouted in your mind. You couldn’t keep it to yourself and the obscene whines just escaped your mouth with growing intensity.

“Tsk, darling, what did we say about being quiet? As much as I love hearing you react to my touch, we can’t have you impersonate Sharess’ Caress’ number one performer in the middle of the street! Let’s make this right”. Without wasting a moment, he reached into his pocket, pulled something out and immediately went for your mouth. By stuffing your mouth with your own undergarments, he made sure all of your sounds were muffled, at the very least. You were pleasantly surprised by his initiative and placed your hand on Astarion’s, which was still on your hip, to showcase your support.

Seemingly content, he shifted his focus back to what he was doing, slowly picking up the pace whilst exploring your most intimate depths. The angle was perfect, the head of his cock hit your sweet spot with every thrust, making you quiver in ecstasy. You could feel the tension build up inside of your loins again, a pressing feeling that only intensified as your lover worked you up. Your grip on his hand became firmer, a subtle signal that you were approaching your high. Astarion sucked and nibbled at the supple skin of your neck, occasionally biting down on your shoulder, careful enough not to draw blood. His hand wandered down from your breasts to your nether regions, caressing your thighs and reaching your clit once more. That first touch sent a jolt of pleasure through your entire body. “Mmmmmhh…”, you voiced through your makeshift gag.

As his cock was rapidly slipping in and out of your slick cunt, his fingers started circling around your pink pearl, sending you into a spiral of engulfing sensations. You slowly started hearing less, seeing less, breathing less, feeling as if you were flying. You were huffing and grunting through the fabric, your eyes rolling back in pleasure, while you were rushing towards that sweet release once more.

Astarion was very much aware of your imminent climax and he had as little words left in him as you did. No more witty retorts, only devotion and surrender. He was groaning in your neck, almost whimpering at times, his body evidently reacting to yours: every time his thrusts made you clench, his length twitched in return inside of you. You couldn’t refrain yourself much longer, you had to let go.

Three… Two… One… One last thrust and you came crashing down, your soul leaving your body momentarily. The warmth flooded your body and mind once again, a numbing nothing and everything all at once. Your spasming muscles would’ve failed you, if not for Astarion’s firm hands holding you into place. Seeing you come undone had pushed him over the edge shortly after: as you were still riding out your high, you could feel him twitch as he came inside of you, thick, warm ropes of cum coating your walls. He panted into your ear, whispering your name, trying to speak “Hells… Fuck… This is…”. His pace slowed down, before he stopped completely, staying buried deep inside of you for a moment. Your heartbeat was stabilising again and he placed a reverent kiss on your jaw.

After you had both cooled down a bit, Astarion removed himself and helped you back up. You were still a bit shaky but you knew you’d be able to count on him for support. You turned around and stared into his ruby eyes. He seemed, content, relaxed, just as he should be. You matched his soft smile and ran a hand through his hair, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. He took your hand as you were ready to head home. “Needless to say, this was amazing, darling. Thank you for indulging in a little treat.” You answered earnestly: “It truly was wonderful. Anytime, my love.”

“Should we get going? I fear it’s getting fresh already and we both know you need to get ready for your beauty sleep…”, you added, taunting him a bit. “Indeed, I would not say no to a bath before sunrise…”

Upon leaving the alley, you crossed ways with a Flaming Fist who had just turned at the corner. You looked at Astarion and whispered: “Whew… Close one!”. Astarion made a grimace and rushed you towards the main street.

The way back was quiet, as you both enjoyed the early morning in the city, before any merchants had opened up their shop, only meeting a few drunkards along the way.

You were lucky it was only a short walk home, because with every step, you felt Astarion’s warm spend dripping out of you and down your thighs. Seeing how he smirked, he probably knew it too. Oh well, laundry day was due tomorrow anyway…

[not-a-space-alien]

Desperate Daybreak Chapter 3

In this chapter: Valen talks to vampire cops and meets a new ally.

Warning for this chapter: use of a homophobic/transphobic slur, misgendering throughout, police intimidation

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Valen wasn’t sure how many different ways there were to say “I didn’t kill my husband.”  He’d said practically every variation of it so far.

After the initial rounds of Who the hell is this? and Does Mrs. Kithrara have a brother? and Valen having to literally pull out his ID to prove he was in fact the recently widowed Valen Kithrara, the two officers sat him down in the foyer and refused to stop grilling him and asking him the same questions over and over again.  He was sure if Lex and Ari weren’t there, he would have broken down and simply confessed to the murder just to make it end.  He really wished he could hold one of their hands, but making sure they had their silver armor so none of the vampires around could touch them was much more important than that.

The two cops had obviously watched too many movies glamorizing solving complicated murder cases.  They had even designated themselves as good cop and bad cop, which was as patronizing as it was stupid.

The one who’d designated himself good cop tapped his pencil on his notepad.  “Look, we know you killed him, so why don’t you make this easier on all of us and just tell us how you did it.  This doesn’t have to be hard.”

Valen squirmed in the uncomfortable elaborate embroidery on the upholstery of the fancy chairs of the Kithrara estate’s sitting room.  “For the last time.  I wasn’t even on this side of the border.  I was hundreds of miles away.”

“You hired somebody, then,” bad cop insisted.  “If we pulled up your phone records, we wouldn’t find any suspicious calls to this side of the border?”

The idea that Valen could have hired a human to kill him, from one of the many, many vampire hunters he surrounded himself with, was so far from their minds that they just assumed Valen would have had to contact a remote vampire assassin to pull it off.  Humans were just so non-existent as a threat in their minds.  He almost wanted to point it out, if it wouldn’t have just opened another can of problems for him.  “I only cross the border to come buy supplies, and I barely ever call anybody over here.”

“So if we pull up the phone records, we won’t find anything suspicious?”

“No, I’m positive.”

“So you wouldn’t have a problem with it if we pulled up the phone records?”

“For God’s sake, pull up the phone records then, if you must!”

“Maybe we will.  It’d be easier if you just told us, though, you know.”

Valen struggled to hold back tears.  Don’t let yourself be humiliated in front of these men.  Not more than you already have.  “If I had anything to tell you, I would have.”

“Hey,” Ari butted in with a growl.  “Can we get this over with?”

One of the cops looked disdainfully at Ari.  “Mrs. Kithrara, can you keep your thrall quiet?”

Ari scowled.  Valen went to put his hand on Ari’s arm, then withdrew before he could burn himself on the silver.  “It’s all right, dear, just let me handle this.”

Lex leaned over to whisper comfortingly in his ear.  “You can do this.”

Despite finding massive comfort in the words, Valen looked up and was horrified to discover the two men were giving him a bemused expression, like they were watching a fully grown man be comforted by his mother, or perhaps a pet.

They thought he was pathetic, it was obvious they did.  He was on the verge of a breakdown just talking to them, and he seemed to need the comfort of a human.  He might as well have just pulled out a coloring book and crayons for how it changed their view of him.

But as much as he hated it, he knew that sometimes that could be to his advantage.

“I don’t even know how I would kill someone,” Valen said, finally letting the tears leak out.  “How could anyone even do such a thing?  It’s unthinkable!  To kill my husband?  Such violence… It feels like just yesterday I was right here beside him…”

The two cops softened, now that he was behaving how they expected.  Submissive.  Womanly.  Cowed.  Weak.  He hated it.  Oh, he hated it.  But it was working.  He dabbed at his eyes.  “I’m sorry for losing my composure… I’m just not mentally well, you know.”

“We know,” one cop said sympathetically.  “You poor girl.”

“I can only imagine you need some comfort,” the other said.  “I’ll give you my phone number for if you find yourself lonely now that he's gone.”

“Jesus Christ,” Ari muttered.

“Mrs. Kithara, is it really necessary to have both your thralls here?” He said it like it was gaudy and in poor taste.

Valen went red.  “Surely they aren’t being that disruptive.”

“No, no, I get it,” Ari said.  She tapped her knees and stood.  “I can’t keep my mouth shut, so I’ll wait outside.”

The two cops looked at her funny, like she was a dog walking itself by holding its own leash in its mouth.  “Uh-huh.”

“Do be careful,” Valen muttered, having nightmare visions of someone accosting Ari outside the door.  ���Don’t move too far away.”

Ari waved him off casually and opened the door.

There was another vampire outside–way across the grand entryway, frazzled as though looking for something.  His head snapped towards Ari as soon as the door opened, and with the preternaturally fast clackclackclackclack of dress shoes on tiled floor, he was in front of Ari blocking the doorway immediately.

“There you are,” he said, and Oh, that’s Tessie’s voice, and Valen should have guessed by the subtle gold nail polish and the just barely noticeable discomfort at being in men’s dress clothing.  Valen wouldn’t have recognized it if he hadn’t seen the exact same thing in the mirror every time he put on women’s dress clothes. This was undoubtedly the Tessie he'd spoken to on the phone. “My client has the right to legal counsel!”

The two cops rolled their eyes and snickered.  “Sure.  So where were you?”

“I told you to come get me when Valen arrived at the estate, but apparently you can’t even be trusted to do that!”  Tessie stormed over and plunked into the chair beside Valen.  She was taller than him, although that was hardly a feat.  She had ashy, dark skin and eyes that were leaning more towards golden than red.  “I was looking for you because I had to hear that Valen was on site from one of the maids.”

“Sorry.  We couldn’t find you.”

“Uh-huh, I’m sure you looked all over the grounds.  Convenient that it gave you a few minutes to terrorize my client without my being here.”  She dropped a manila folder of documents onto the table.  “Any questions for Valen will now be addressed to me, and Valen will consult with me about the answers before you get them.”

Relief swept through Valen.  Oh, Tessie was a superhero.  Finally, someone who could and would just stand between him and this whole situation.  “Thank you,” he said meekly.

“Now.”  Tessie threw one leg over the other.  “I understand neither you nor the Kithrara family want me or Valen here, but Valen has the legal right to this estate and he has the legal right to an attorney, so we’re–”

“She,” one of the cops broke in.

Tessie’s manicured fingers stopped on the documents she was shuffling.  “What?”

“She has the legal right to an attorney.”

“The man has facial hair and everything,” Tessie muttered.  “Heavens above.”  She cleared her throat and raised her voice again.  “Anyway, the legal right to an attorney, so unless Valen prefers a different legal consultant–”

“I don’t,” Valen broke in quietly.

“–Which she doesn’t, you have to talk to me if you want to question Valen about the circumstances of her husband’s death.”

The two cops scowled.  “Fine, though I don’t know why they let someone like you be a lawyer anyway.”

Tessie peeled her lip into a smile that looked more like an animal snarling.  “Have you explained the basic facts of the case to Valen yet?”

They both fidgeted.  “That’s not how we were–”

“Members of the nobility have the legal right to have the established facts of a case in which they are a suspect explained to them fully before being obligated to answer any questions about it.  Decree 1,489 section 3 clause 8.”

“But we were just gonna–”

Tessie whipped out a notebook and started jotting things down.  “Officer… Davis… refused… to… establish… case… facts…”

“All right, all right, sheesh.”

“Oh, I like this one.”  Ari shut the door and sat back down. 

Valen swept his hair out of his face and crossed his legs with renewed confidence.  “Yes, if there are case facts, by all means I would like to hear them.”

One of the cops sighed and took out his notepad, flipping it back to an older page.  The bastard had a stack of notes ready to go, but hadn’t told Valen about it until someone came and threatened him with legal action!  Valen was so outraged he almost forgot to pay attention. 

“On the morning of May 4th, at 3:30AM, an incident occurred with four males of the Kithrara family who were together on an outing–Xavier, Priscus, Mordecai, and Sebastian.  There were four witnesses:  Xavier’s coachman, Priscus’s limousine driver, and two passersby.  The Kithraras were exiting the grounds of a theater and returning to the private lot to get to their vehicles when an unknown assailant propelled a wooden stake through the chest of Mordecai Kithrara, followed immediately by a second through Xavier Kithrara.”

“The limousine driver ran off at this point,” the other cop broke in.  “As did the two passersby.  Cowards.  No loyalty to their betters at all.”

“The coachman hid in the carriage but reportedly heard multiple gunshots, which according to him incapacitated both Priscus and Sebastian.”

“He didn’t go out to check until several minutes had passed,” the other cop sneered.  “No loyalty at all.  Cowardice.”

Even the first cop was looking annoyed by the commentary at this point.  “Anyway.  By the time police were on the scene, Xavier, Mordecai, and Priscus were all dead from wooden projectiles.  Sebastian’s body hasn’t been recovered yet.”

“He’s dead?”

“He’s presumed dead, but no one knows where he is.”

“Goodness,” Valen said.  “I hope he’s all right.”

The cop who’d designated himself as bad cop slammed his hands down on the table, making Valen jump.  “I bet you do!” he accused.  “As if you didn’t orchestrate this!  The order of assassination is perfectly lined up in such a way that it would be clear Priscus would inherit Xavier’s estate in the moments before his own death!  Mordecai dying before Xavier eliminated him as an heir, and the gap between Xavier’s murder and Priscus’s murder ensured the estate would go to you.”

Oh, so that was why they were convinced he must be behind it.  Valen did have to admit it looked suspiciously convenient that he would end up benefiting so much from this extremely specific series of murders.  But…

“I had no idea Priscus bequeathed the estate to me in his will,” Valen protested.  “Even if I’d wanted to kill him, I had no way of knowing it would benefit me!  I hadn’t been in contact with him for months!  When was his will last updated?”

“That’s besides the point,” came the reply.  “It’s also convenient that Sebastian Kithrara, the only person in any position to contest your claim, is conveniently missing.”

“I would never hurt Sebastian!” Valen gasped.  “You can’t be serious!”

Tessie stood, her chair scooting back.  “These are some very serious accusations to make without any evidence, officers.  Do you have anything that will hold up in a court of law?  Need I remind you that the nobility are explicitly entitled to the assumption of innocence in the absence of evidence, as per Decree 981, section 106 clause 4.”

“Mrs. Kithrara married in, and they've been separated, so she hardly counts as nobility, right?”

“Priscus Kithrara explicitly declined to sign divorce paperwork on multiple occasions and stated he didn't wish for their union to be dissolved.  And women who marry into nobility are entitled to all the legal rights of a born noblewoman, as per Decree 367, section 33, clause-”

“You and your clauses,” said Cop #1.  “I’ll show you claws.”

Tessie sat back down and started writing.  “Officer… Davis… threatened… physical… assault… against… a practitioner… of nobility law…”

Cop #1 crossed his arms stormily.  “Whatever.  We’re not gonna get anything out of the missus while this yahoo is here.  I think we’re done here.”

“I think we are.”

“Well I thought we were, first!”

“Well I concur!”

“Well you’re probably a faggot anyway!”

“Officer… Davis… leveraged… crude… language…”

“Don’t think this is the end of this.  The investigation is ongoing.”

And with that, the two cops absconded out the main entryway.

Valen watched them go with some relief.  “Goodness,” he murmured.  He unclasped his hands to find that they were sweaty.

“I don’t know where you came from,” Ari said to Tessie, “but thank you for saving our asses.”

“This is Tessie,” Valen said.  “We spoke on the phone earlier.”

Lex’s eyebrows went up.  “Oh, you’re Tessie?  Valen was so excited to meet you.”

Valen blushed, trying not to look excited for anything.  It wasn’t proper.  “Mrs. Tessandrax, these are my associates, Alexis and Ariana.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you!”  Tessie went to grab Lex’s hand, before Ari broke in:  “Bad idea, sorry.”

Tessie pulled back.  “Oh?  You–Oh, you armored plated them!  That’s so clever.”

“I know they aren’t entirely safe here,” Valen said.  “I would rather no vampires touch them without permission.”

Tessie clasped her hands together, as though trying to restrain herself from shaking their hands anyway and burning herself.  “Very clever.  Yes, it’s so good to meet you.  I haven’t gotten to meet many humans who were, er, cognizant.”

“Right,” Ari said.  “So, pardon me for bein’ rude, but to get right to the point:  Why are you helping Valen?  Why’d you call him here and bust in to beat those cops back?”

“Right!”  Tessie's hair bounced as she gave a little hop, then she seemed to settle down, mimicking Valen’s attempts to restrain his enthusiasm.  “I know an opportunity when I see one!  This whole affair with the Kithrara estate is going to take years to untangle, and you’re going to need a good lawyer to guide you through the process.  And one who, perhaps, can help you navigate this in a way that benefits humans, as well.”

“Really?” Lex said. 

“I’m sympathetic to the plight of humans, and I’ve heard Valen is, too.  If we play our cards right, we might be able to shut down the blood farms entirely.”

***

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[improbable-implosions]

A little mend here that I was pleasantly surprised worked, I fixed the fraying bits on my book-shaped wallet! Figured that red thread works quite well with the themes of War of the Worlds.

First up, we've got some simple stitches perpendicular to the edge of the wallet, think a blanket stitch but the thread doesn't run through the loop created. Honestly, there are probably more complex ways I could have stitched that vinyl "leather" back onto the fabric and cardboard of the book structure, but I figured these simple stitches would be faster, and work just fine.

Second, on a slightly larger tear on the "spine" corner, I did some randa stitching! This actually draws from a style of embroidery I'm almost completely unfamiliar with, most popular in Brazil, so I may be labeling it wrong. If you know better, let me know! It's a sort of baseball-stitching like process, I was roughly following this video as a tutorial: https://vm.vxtiktok.com/t/ZT8TNMKw9/

and also this one to understand how to get started: https://vm.vxtiktok.com/t/ZT8TNrMML/ (Excuse the tiktok links, but I am not immune to the allure of short video on occasion! I even have posts of my own, every now and again)

I actually need to do similar rim-lining on the other three corners, as the adhesive is starting to come off, and that'll hold it still enough to solve the problem.

Also, some miscellaneous adventures in hemming patches properly! A process that proved MUCH simpler once I found my rolled hem foot. These two patches came out quite good, actually! straight stitching, for the most part, and relatively even folds.

It was much simpler to get the hems just so on a larger patch like this one, thankfully! I'm actually really pleased with the way this one in particular came out, and hopefully, I can make something pretty with it on the thigh of the jeans it goes with. (yes, that's why the patches are numbered, so I can keep track of where they go in the stack!)

Even despite how well things went overall with the patches, I still fumbled, got a bit hasty in trying to get the corner of one of the later patches through the machine. Said haste had me trying to shove shove, cram cram the fabric through the foot to get it hemmed, turns out, don't do that! Results in bending the needle on my machine! Oof!

Luckily, the machine came with some spare needles, so it only slowed me down a little bit!

[iantimony]

it's tuesday!

last weekend someone taught me how to catch crayfish when wading and this weekend i successfully grabbed one!! proof at the end of the post.

listening: guess (charli xcx, billie eilish): old roommate put this on for me and helloooooo. it's so. yeah. (link is the official music video, warning for flashing) it led me to this playlist cunty trashy slutty skanky which, first of all, excellent playlist name; second of all, what a fucking combination of songs?? something about the juxtaposition of nirvana -> kesha -> korn, etc is. insane in a good way.

last week was bandcamp friday! i last-minute got a few things: finally got sammy rae's "good life" and "let's throw a party", and preordered their newest album "something for everybody". i still need to buy my ticket for their concert near to me this fall. then i got sad snack's full discography for like $5 (the no children ska cover lol), the altogether's "when we were kids" which has been a go-to comfort album for me for a bit, shakey graves "deadstock" anthology, and finally the dear hunter "antimai".

i've been back on the podcast grind, just casually keeping up with stuff like mbmbam sawbones lpotl etc as they come out. most recent mbmbam (episode....730?? jesus christ) has some REALLY funny bits, notably towards the beginning where the cincinnati tornado sirens were being tested and griffin made a comment about the air raid sirens going off again and travis was like ?? dude i'm not in the fucking blitz??? it was very good. there was something else towards the end of the episode that also made me laugh out loud -- oh yes i just went and relistened to the last minute and it's the wish at the end, "i wish my cat would know what it means when i flip him off". so fucking true griffin. i was considering going to one of their tour dates but unfortunately they will be in the nearest city to me when i'm out of town for my second wedding of the fall. ah well

reading: most fallow. lots of little articles for my research.

watching: shane dawson and the art of the constant rebrand - jimmy robins: little retrospective about a guy who i never really liked and haven't thought about in years. i guess he's still around ??? okay. not gonna embed it so you don't get jumpscared by his face.

playing: this is a partial share with watching but last weekend my old roommate and i hung out with one of our friends with the intention of having dinner and crafting. however. we were so tired from kayaking earlier that day that we just ended up watching friend play stray and not crafting at all. it's really cute! i did get Very emotional at the beginning when the cat fell! i was like no!!!

my friend mostly played it but i did do a little bit, it was lots of fun. there was a very funny bit where friend, getting really in the mindset of Being Cat, pulled out a battery pack from a fan and was like "hehe i'm gonna drop it off the roof!" and did it before we could stop her, we were like wait we might need that to solve a puzzle -- but the answer was no it was fine, which is good, because it ended up dropped on a completely inaccessible rooftop ledge below, oopsie.

making: !!! ALL REDACTED !!! i will be able to post some of it next week. i do not know if beloved mutual celestialtourguide reads these regularly but just to be safe. allegedly the glaze kiln WILL be done by wednesday so i will finally know how fucked my guys are. if they're very fucked it'll be like. well, okay, i guess my gift is just money now,

other redacted item is embroidery related!

eating: mostly leftovers from last week, i think im gonna make crisped chickpeas with herbs and garlic yogurt from deb smittenkitchen to use up a zucchini that i have languishing in the fridge. it'll be a nice light lunch.

misc: THE PRELIMINARY EXAM DOCUMENT EXISTS. rejoice. however this comes with the caveat that i don't have a date set yet because i am in the trenches of trying to solve a Very specific problem with my software. the solution is a complete unknown to me as of now. it is in the stage of "putting key words in quotation marks in google scholar and going down the list emailing all the authors like heyyyy help please", which is scary. at least one other person has done something semi-similar - in fact they have my advisor in their acknowledgements thanking them for her editing help lol - so i'm hoping i'm nearly there. because once that is resolved i can FINALLY set a date, which, assuming i pass, also sets the earliest point at which i can give my thesis defense! scary!!

anyway. crayfish proof. it looks like im squishing him way worse than i actually was, he got released and swam away safely do not worry

[kxttsstuff]

Borrower Age & Education 

🐿️;; When a borrower is born, they're already considered a child, not a ‘baby’ in the human way of seeing it. Because of that, they already have very important responsibilities on their backs. And their very first task is to learn how to walk, which they learn to do in their first month of life. This is why it is said “Borrowers are born working”

🐿️;; Borrowers are surprisingly fast learners, and it enhances their ability to adapt to multiple situations and skills that require a creative or a physical input. They also have a natural sense of curiosity, to learn how things work. To be curious for a borrower is healthy and normal, but when it's too much, it can lead to the awful consequence of being caught.

Education

🪡;; Obviously, borrowers normally don't have access to formalized forms of learning like schools or colleges, most of them would be what humans call homeschooled so that means most of their knowledge comes from his family and community. That also means families can prioritize certain skills over others, skipping them entirely or even teaching extra things, so this will list the most general possible of things borrowers learn since their early childhood in order to be considered independent and fully capable once they reach adulthood.

🪡;; Most commonly, borrowers learn by example and observation, some parents might do something once and expect their child to figure it on their own. However, children get involved in almost any task or chore.

🪡;; All of these skills are almost never restricted to gender.

🪡;; Regarding mentality, borrowers are heavily encouraged to learn patience, perseverance, resilience, and develop quick problem-solving, decision-making, and critical-thinking trains of thought. These are all traits that portray a borrower as well educated.

🧵;; Sewing, embroidery and knitting. Borrowers learn to make and modify their own clothes according to the materials available and the season. Parents give children their first set of clothes, but they are encouraged to modify them themselves as they grow, or even start making their own.

🏹 ;; Hunting, skinning, tanning, tracking and crafting traps. Even though borrowers tend to prefer just borrowing food, in times of scarcity they'll resort to hunting so they must know different strategies for different prey, how to fight them, how to make full use of it, and are desensitized from a young age to what this entails.

🏥 ;; First aid. Borrowers are taught from a young age how to perform CPR, how to disinfect, stitch and cauterize wounds, make splints, treat poison, treat choking, bites, burns, and even panic attacks.

🔥 ;; How to ignite a fire without matches, to keep warmth, to cook food or to ward off predators. As well as learning how to obtain potable water in different circumstances.

⚔️ ;; How to craft and use weapons/shields of different kinds. They also learn how to make a variety of knots for this purpose, but also to make other tools or even shelters. Also, hand-to-hand combat.

💪🏻;; Techniques of self-defense, and evasion. Weapons aren't usually the response of a borrower at feeling threatened, so they must learn how to avoid a fight to escalate; by running, hiding, dodging, being stealthy or camouflaging.

🪚 ;; Making of shelters, miscellaneous tools, and basic carpentry (mainly to maintain their homes and furniture)

🌸 ;; Knowledge about the local fauna and flora. For most modern borrowers, “local fauna” might refer to cats, dogs, rodents and bugs.

🍓 ;; Foraging. Borrowers close to the wild might be more specialized in this. Those living in homes could identify edible plants and fungus, and in what stage of growth they are, as well as identifying herbs with medicinal value.

❗;; Specific communication-based skills; these might be unique based on gesture, sounds, symbols, or other non-verbal means of  borrower communication.

❓;; Basics of human psychology, biology and behavior; like why humans do some things and how to ‘read’ them. This knowledge might probably not be accurate to reality, but it has worked for them in the long-run. This can intertwine with their culture, generating fear-inspiring stories that ward off curious borrowers. They're also often expected to learn how to adapt to human routine.

📚 ;; Cultural values which often include the borrower rules, oral storytelling, resource management, risk assessment, environmental awareness and cooperation/teamwork.

🔢 ;; A very rudimentary math, mainly used to tell the time, counting things and do basic operations.

[lesbianaglaya]

wait hi please elaborate on your process of gift giving, im taking notes

happily :)))

planning ahead. okay so it depends first of all on how well you know the person. for my close friends + family (who are generally the people im getting gifts for) i try to listen and make note of when they mention something that might be a good gift! for example my mother was just talking about a rice pearl bracelet she had as a child that she wore till it fell apart. I know a local jewelry store that is both in my price range and makes things in my mother's style, looked on their website, and found a very similar bracelet that i could afford. gift found! planning also involves thinking ahead . im getting that for her for christmas, which is months away, but i know near christmas she'll be reluctant to mention things like that because people get weird about wanting gifts. it can also be less intense than that. my friend's birthday is this week, but a few months back i saw a necklace I knew she'd like at a charity sale and bought it. having the present ahead of time aslo helps prevent desperation in the days leading up to the event!

asking. It is so totally cool to ask people what they want. often they will prevaricate but if you say i am getting you a gift no matter what and you will be helping me by giving me ideas and they will concede. for example here my friend likes wool socks. i knit. i make them wool socks as gifts. i know to do this because i said 'i am going to knit you something. what would you like' and they told me! if youre worried about ruining the surprise the trick is to elevate their suggestion. to continue with the socks example, im not only making my friend a pair of wool socks, but i found a 1950s mens checked sock pattern that really fits their style! even just the added historical aspect, i know, will make my friend more excited about the gift.

utility. i think this is what really matters actually. i try to always find a gift idea that the person will absolutely use. fun little kitschy stuff is fine especially if youre in a rush, but its never going to be really exciting. giving people something that is helpful really makes receiving the gift exciting. getting someone who sews a needle book, or someone who loves music concert tickets allows them to see as soon as they get the gift how it makes their life more fun, or easier, or solves a problem for them. utility is used pretty generally here — a bracelet isnt necessary, but i know my mother will wear it. the goal is to find something that wont sit in a drawer forever till it gets donated.

for people you dont know as well, gift cards are great. try to figure out something they will (again) find useful, get them a gift card, and then elevate it by including a handmade object like a piece of embroidery, homemade cookies, a handmade pretty paper box, etc. if youre not at all able to make things thats also fine! this is where utility can be let go a little. go to a local souvenir or gift shop and find a small thing that suits their taste. this immediately makes the gift card feel way more personal and thoughtful. If youre short on cash, for people close to you offer a service: a baking day with your mother, a movie night with a friend where every time youre the one who gets up to refill drinks, a scavenger hunt youve invented at a free museum together. the real key is a personal element. even a handmade card that suits the person can be more exciting to receive than an expensive gift that isnt their style or taste.

[the-chosen-fanfiction]

Gentile. | Chapter 7

When Atticus invites you to accompany him to the library, you go against Quintus' wishes to remain home.

Chapter list

You yelp in pain and the fine linen soaks up crimson, fabric staining red underneath the golden flowers you have been embroidering. Bringing your index finger to your mouth, you suck on the small droplet of blood that had been forming there, the needle already the cause of a dozen pinpricks in your skin. 

Quintus looks up with a scowl on his face, his jaw tensing. “Can’t you be quiet? I’m trying to work here.” You don’t reply, instead narrow your eyes and continue your sewing in silence. There is no fibre in your being that would even consider giving him the satisfaction of a reply.

“Dominus.” Gaius enters the room and puts his hand on his heart, bowing his head slightly. “Atticus Aemilius Pulcher is here to see you.”

Your heart skips a beat, your embroidery work suddenly way less interesting. Fiddling with the needle, you find it to be abruptly more difficult to set a stitch. 

“Is it urgent?”

“Of course it’s urgent.” There is no voice in the world that you have ever been more excited about to hear and you nearly drop your crafts, shifting to sit up a little straighter from your slouching position, hoping to appear more elegant. Atticus steps into the room and Gaius gives Quintus an apologetic look. Your husband waves off the centurion, who hurries away.

Sadness tugs at your heartstrings when Atticus does not immediately glance your way, but you do not blame him. Doing so would perhaps raise the suspicion of Quintus, so you keep down your own excitement as well. “What do you want now? Fishing for another invitation to a dinner party? Perhaps you should gain some credit with me first, marshall, give me something good before I might consider—”

“I wouldn't be here if it weren’t for business.” Atticus’ eyes momentarily find you and make you fluster in your seat. “Good to see you again, my lady.” His voice is promptly gentler, nearly making you squirm.

“Likewise, Cohortes.”

When you feel Quintus’ gaze prickle the side of your face, you quickly turn your attention back to the embroidery in your hands. “Forgive her for speaking out of turn.” your husband pipes up, “And as for your business, I am certain that it is pressing enough, otherwise you wouldn’t drag yourself all the way here again. So, spill it, why don’t you?”

“It has to do with the extremism that has been happening around the city as of lately. A violent mob, somebody got assassinated, people are restless around here and something is afoot.”

“What are your findings?”

“Zealots, likely. You know who they are?”

Quintus scoffs. “Of course I do. Nothing Rome can’t solve. A bunch of goons with a persecution complex.”

“They’re a little like roaches, if you will,” Atticus explains, “Have a few, nothing to panic about. But when they spread in the dark and become too many, you have a true problem, a possible health hazard as they start to soil your supplies.” 

Your husband raises an eyebrow. “And why haven’t you arrested them yet?”

“Because I only have one pair of eyes and arresting one or two will create martyrs.”

“So you have come here to request my aid?”

Atticus crosses his arms. “Indeed. These are your streets, Quintus. Don’t force me to report back to Rome eventually with intelligence about how poorly you handle extremist threats.”

The frown that twists Quintus’ features into displeasure tells of his annoyance towards the Cohortes right now. A few seconds of intense eye-contact ensue, the tension tangible in the room. You hold your breath, witnessing it unfold, until Quintus is the one to break it.

“Fine.” he admits, “I’ll look into it.”

“Do it soon, Quintus, and do it well. Chasing them back to the shadows will only give them a chance to grow, and then, they’ll strike when we least expect it.”

For a moment, your husband freezes on his spot, his chin pinched between his fingers, as if considering something. He then moves at once, grabbing his helmet and cloak, his weapons, and waltzes out of the door without as much as a glance your way.

Atticus turns to you and gives you a small smile. “Enjoying yourself, my lady?” You hold up the embroidery you had been doing and shrug, causing him to chuckle a little. “Ah, I see.”

You stand and dare to approach him, albeit with wobbly legs, your stomach twisting in circles when his scent reaches you. It’s more comforting than you’d like to admit. “It’s boring at best.”

The Cohortes makes an amused sound and pleasantly smiles at you. “I’ve been reading Metamorphoses, and I must say, I’m glad you recommended it to me.”

A soft hum leaves your lips. “Ah, I’m happy to hear that, Cohortes. We should discuss the details soon. I’m sure you’re busy enough as is.”

“For you, I’ll make time.”

The words aren’t unpleasant, nor forced, and he watches you thoughtfully for a good second before opening his mouth to speak.

“Would you like to accompany me to the local library? I've heard they have recently imported some new works from Cicero."

With a wry smile, you shake your head at him. "I would have loved to, Atticus, but Quintus has forbidden me to visit any public places with the violence about. He's unrelenting about it."

He frowns. "Oh... I know it might sound daunting, but have you considered... Sneaking away?"

Your eyes widen and you can't help but smile a little. "You mean the way I did whilst wearing that awful disguise?"

Atticus chuckles and nods in acknowledgement. "That's what I mean!" 

After laughing together for a few moments, you lower your gaze, a little shy. "I ah... Perhaps I could try." 

"Tomorrow," the Cohortes proposes, "After the second meal. I'll be around in case you need me to cause a distraction."

Oh, Atticus is a distraction indeed - to you . With a nod, you settle the appointment. "Meet me under the fig tree at the town square," the Cohortes says, grabbing your hand to once again kissing the back of it. The sensation makes your gut pleasantly stir and is even nicer than the first time.

He lingers there, finding your gaze. Your breath stutters.

With a smile, he finally pulls away, letting you go. You resist the urge to chase his warmth, can't do anything else but blush at him.

"I'll see you tomorrow, then." says Atticus, "This time around, the figs will be fresh instead of candied."

The comment sends your system into overdrive and you take a moment to process what he had just said, but he backs away before you can ask more about it. "Have a wonderful day, my lady."

"I'll-I'll see you later, Atticus..." you murmur, watching him leave whilst your heart stutters unevenly in your chest. Had he... Had he just severely hinted that the candied figs from a few days ago had come from him ? Your knees feel weak and no sensible thought formed in your mind.

With one final look over his shoulder, he leaves the chamber. Your lips tremble when you fight the wide grin threatening to spread there.

Tomorrow can’t come soon enough.

_

Eventually, it arrives. Quintus returns home in the dead of night and luckily does nothing but grumble a little whilst crawling under the covers beside you, vaguely mentioning the possibility of civil war, but you’re certain that he is exaggerating, as he always does. You’re awake long before breakfast, spend some extra time dolling up - it’s not a date, right? - and use your most expensive perfume to subtly apply to your wrists and neck. Since you’re supposed to go in disguise, the least you can do is try to make your face look pretty.

This time around, you use a coat that is not as heavy as the one you had borrowed from Quintus a few days ago, which makes for a more agreeable look. You don’t know how to not look Roman, quite frankly, so you’re glad that you’ll be at Atticus’ side most of the time. Praetor Quintus doesn’t seem keen on having you around today, which gives you enough space to sneak away.

Under the fig tree, as discussed the day before, Atticus stands with one hand on the hilt of his sword, holding a half-eaten apple in the other. His casual confidence is endearing. When you approach him, he finds you with a small smile on his features, and he winks. He tosses the core of the apple into the shrubbery and observes your new guise.

“Still Roman-looking, but you are starting to get the hang of it.”

“Teach me your ways.” you jest.

Atticus reaches for your red cloak. “Swap this out for a more muted colour and we’ll speak again.” You are aware that he is only teasing but you still feel your cheeks flush with slight embarrassment. “Come on, let’s go.”

The library isn’t too far away. On Atticus’ arm, you float here within a quarter of an hour. The warmth that radiates from him is enough to set your entire form aflutter with feelings you certainly have not have mustered towards Quintus in any moment of time. 

“Thank you for bringing me here,” you say, “It isn’t easy being under Quintus’ roof all the time, especially with the current nice weather. I enjoy the noise of the market. It inspires me to write poetry about everyday things. See that merchant over there?”

You discreetly point out a salesman that is trying his best to force one of his pigeons back into its cage, but it flutters in protest despite the man’s best efforts. He cusses at it in a language you don’t know until it breaks free and flies away before the merchant can stop it. With a dejected face, the pigeon keeper watches it take off, far beyond his reach.

Both you and Atticus laugh at the amusing scene, but your smile soon falls. “Sometimes I feel like a bird being locked inside a cage. Seeing this happen makes me think of ways to implement it into my poetry.”

Atticus hums, tilting his head curiously. “Ah… I see. Do you write about all topics?”

You nod, tucking some hair behind your ear. “Mainly how I feel.”

The Cohortes lets out a sound. “You should read me something one of these days, if you want to of course. Ah, here we are.” The pair of you halts next to a building and he opens the door for you to let you go in first.

You honestly hadn’t expected much of Capernaum’s library, but you have to admit that it is quite nice on the inside. Two dozen shelves are stocked all the way to the top and you nearly trip over a pile of books. A woman behind the desk smiles at you. “Welcome,” she says.

You greet her back and remove your hood, taking in the place. “It’s beautiful here.” you comment towards Atticus, who smiles warmly.

“Isn’t it? Come on, let me show you where the poetry is. I’m certain that you’ll like it.”

You follow him to the back of the library, just around the corner in a secluded section. About thirty-some books stand with their spines towards you, almost calling out your name. You let out a small, content noise, and Atticus chuckles whilst you pry one out, letting your eyes flit over the cover.

“If you want to borrow anything, just let me know.” He takes a copy of Odes from Horace off the shelf and flicks through it. You watch him from the corner of your eye.

Atticus returns it before you can ask what he thinks of it and you quickly look away, skimming through the pages of the book in your own hands. His presence behind you is maddening almost, with your heartbeat thumping inside your ears at the gentle brush of his body against yours when he reaches out to take something from the ledge above you.

Closing your eyes, you fight your blush at his proximity. Atticus smells musky, like sweat and leather with an earthy note to it, a hint of oil somewhere. It is already so familiar that you’re certain that you’ll drown in it.

“Have you ever read the Song of Songs, (Y/n)?” he queries.

Your nose turns pink and you dare to look at him. “Isn’t that… That’s from the Jews, right?”

Another chuckle comes from him. He nods and flips through the pages. “Controversial, perhaps, but let’s see…” 

He clears his throat, momentarily finding your gaze before he reads aloud: 

“Where has your beloved gone,

O fairest among women?

Where has your beloved turned aside,

That we may seek him with you?”

Your breath hitches when he glances at you again, locking eyes. A short silence follows, and you wonder if he meant it as a question directed towards you. Without breaking eye-contact, he puts the book away again, stepping closer in the process. Your body freezes at his nearness, throat running dry.

His breath brushes against your face, his usual charming smile not present at this moment. Instead, he tips up your chin with his finger, eyes flicking between yours, searching fear, or regret. “Where has your beloved gone, o fairest among women?” he repeats. Your lids flutter shut and exhale shakily.

The boldest of questions leaves his lips. 

“Do you love him?” Atticus inquires. You sharply gasp, stepping back, looking at him with slight shock on your face when your back hits the bookshelf. His face immediately contorts into one of regret. “I-I didn’t mean to… I… I apologise if I’ve overstepped a boundary with that question.” 

There is no fibre in your being that is able to reply to him right now. Slack-jawed, you stare at him whilst shaking your head, tears prickling behind your eyes. 

“Perhaps I should drop you off home,” Atticus proposes, “I… I went too far, and I fear that I read you wrong, I–”

“No.”

The firm statement causes Atticus to freeze. “No.” you repeat. To which of his comments it was directed is left ambiguous. 

He bites his bottom lip, observing you closely. “I see.” he mutters kindly.

“Atticus, I–” You step closer to him but halt halfway through reaching for his cheek, shame suddenly creeping its way up your cheeks. “I-I find our interactions more than enjoyable.” you confess nevertheless.

The man smiles - you’re getting weak at the knees at the sight of it - and relaxes. “Me too,” he states. 

He takes his distance by stepping back, out of respect, you assume. Still, you want him to close the gap, to lose yourself in the sight of his dark eyes and the musky scent of his being. 

Despite your marital status, you yearn for him. Pursuing it would spell a death sentence for both of you.

“I don’t think we should see each other, Atticus,” you whisper, closing your eyes to fight back the tears. “You… You confuse me.” Your voice breaks, but you remain strong.

“How so?” he asks.

“I shouldn’t…” you whisper, “I shouldn’t tell. It would be… Improper to do so.”

There it was, your ambiguous confession. Atticus smiles curiously. 

“I won’t pry,” he promises. “For now. Let’s get you home.”

The air between you is thick with tension. “Already?” you murmur, almost disappointed.

“You’re probably being missed.”

He is right, and so, you follow him to the exit.

The woman behind the desk lends you one of Virgil’s works, Eclogues, even though the Song of Songs remains on the shelf despite your initial intention to take it with you. Atticus’ citation has made you curious, but the fear that Quintus would find out about it makes you decide to leave it be.

With your hood pulled up again, the pair of you stroll towards the estate in pleasant silence, until he breaks it.

“The book you’ve given me, Metamorphoses. It’s… Interesting.”

Your face lights up at the mention thereof. “How far are you?” you’re eager to know.

“Hm, I’ve just read the story of Cadmus and his Queen transforming into serpents, if I recall correctly.”

Your eyes widen. “You’re quite far, then.”

“I’m a fast reader.”

A brief silence, nonetheless enjoyable.

“Say,” Atticus begins, “What do you think the meaning of the book might be?”

You look at him, slowing in your step a bit. “What Ovid is trying to tell us, you mean?”

He hums in acknowledgement. It takes a moment to formulate a proper answer.

“Then, I think it means this. Every single person is constantly changing and transforming throughout their life. And even though it is written as a chronological series of events from the beginning of time until Caesar’s death, there is one constant throughout, which is chaos . Change does not always come easy. Sometimes you have to fight to survive through it.”

Atticus puts his hand on top of yours as it rests around his arm. The contact makes you jolt, but you don’t pull away.

“That is an interesting point,” he muses.

“I think it somehow reflects how we are,” you clarify. “We are changing, too. You cannot escape transformation. Some loathe it, some require it, and others crave it.”

When you fall quiet, Atticus looks at you. “And you, (Y/n)?”

You blink a few times in puzzlement. “Beg your pardon?”

“Do you loathe change, require it, or crave it?” He slows down at the word crave , as if already knowing the answer. 

“I…” you start, but sigh right after. “I crave it,” you then whisper. The Cohortes squeezes your hand against him. “I do not know how to achieve it yet, but yes… And you?”

Atticus chuckles as you halt underneath the fig tree where you had met this afternoon. Dusk is already creeping up, visible in the colours of the sky. You just hope that Quintus has not returned home yet. 

“I think you’re already right in the middle of transformation, (Y/n). Something important is going to happen. I can just sense it. It is almost tangible in the air.”

You smile softly and hug the book you’ve lent a little tighter against you. “Perhaps.” you whisper, “Here’s to hoping.”

“I won’t keep you any longer.” Atticus declares. He pecks the back of your hand again, a sensation that never fails to send a swarm of butterflies through your system. 

“Thank you,” you murmur, “You’ve been spending a lot of your valuable time on me lately. I understand if you cannot afford to do so anymore.”

“You stop that silly talk, now.” he states, holding onto your hand tightly, “If there is anything you need, just say the word.”

He releases you, which is your cue to start walking off. You feel his eyes burn in the back of your head, watching you leave. 

Once the residence comes into view, you feel yourself tense up. 

It is clear that the man of the house has already come home right away. Quintus’ cloak and helmet are stored in the foyer. Dread settles in your gut and you sneak up the stairs to stow away your disguise. 

Your husband has sensed your presence and clears his throat behind you just as you stuff the old coat into the dresser. Exposed, you straighten your back, breath hitching in your throat as you hear him approach, closing the door behind him.

“Well well, if it isn’t my disobedient wife.” When you don’t turn, he hisses: “Look at me.”

Deeming you not quick enough, he grabs your hair from the back and twists you around in his arms, bringing his face in front of yours. He tilts back your head, looking down at you with such hatred that you doubt for just a second that you ever married him. He stinks of wine.

“Where were you, huh?! Weren’t my instructions clear enough?!” He tightens his grip on your hair and you wince, holding up your hands in defence. “You think I’m a laughing stock?”

“No!” you whimper, “No, I just… I felt like I was getting crazy in here, Quintus!”

“Think I need your excuses?” A few droplets of saliva land on your face as he barks, your eyes narrowing in disgust. 

He releases your hair at last, but not for good reasons. With the back of his hand, he strikes you across the face. 

For a split second, your ears ring. With a gasp, you feel your cheekbone sting, trembling fingers reaching up to find a tiny cut on your skin. You gawk at him in disbelief. Quintus stares at you for a few seconds, inspecting you closely, until the rage in his eyes dies down a bit. He seems to consider your earlier words.

For the first time in forever, he allows you some space. 

“Fine.” he bites, “But not without a chaperone.”

You pull straight your tunic once he steps back, giving you a warning glare. Only when Quintus has stumbled back down the stairs to get another goblet of wine, you dare move. Heading for the mirror in the washroom, you wince at the sight of the small injury that your husband has inflicted upon you. You leave it alone after prodding at it for a second, thinking it best to leave it be.

With a hazy mind, you spend the rest of your day in your sitting room, the copy of Eclogues remaining unopened on your desk.

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[tialinffxiv]

FFXIV Write 2023 #10 (free choice): Small talks.

“Hello, Kairen. Do you mind if I sit here?”

Elezen lifted his head from the book that kept him in thoughts so deep he didn’t notice Silver approaching him. He blinked, suddenly aware again of the bright sunlight and the breeze of wind in the garden. Kai straightened his back a little, staring at the grey-haired Viera in search of any reason why he would want to sit here exactly. In response he was met with a warm and soft smile.

“I noticed you were not present at the breakfast and thought that you might be hungry by now.” Silver held a small box out to him: covered with the white cloth decorated with delicate floral embroidery. “Tia and Raphael prepared some sandwiches… a lot of them. And I thought about having second breakfast outside. So, would you like some?”

“Uhm, actually I…” Kai watched Silver as he sat down, still holding the box out to him, with the same soft, and kind of sleepy, smile. Ava, in a form of carbuncle right now, rubbed head on Kai’s leg, carefully observing every move of the Viera. “Alright. Although I’m not the best companion for small talks and such.”

“I don’t mind at all.” Silver took a bite of his sandwich and chewed it slowly with a pleasant smile, before speaking again. “It’s such a simple food but it still can be so delicious.”

Kai looked down at his own sandwich: filled with some kind of egg paste, with chopped green onions and other bits he couldn’t fully discern. He took a bite, while Ava jumped on the bench in between them and sniffed the box with food.

Silver reached hand and gently petted her ear, like he did with all the little animals usually gathering around him. “I have never seen a black carbuncle before. Is it some special kind? For other kinds of magic maybe?”

“That’s Ava. My voidsent partner.”

Silver’s eyes went wider and he took hand away from the carbuncle. “Oh… Ava? The Miqo’te lady, is that right? I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean to offend you!”

“No offense taken.” Ava tilted her little head at him, when Silver looked even more surprised hearing the carbuncle speak.

Kai slowly chewed his sandwich and offered a bite of the egg filling to Ava. Silver gazed at the book on elezen’s lap, asking if he’s studying some magic that needs the help of a carbuncle.

“Well, not this time. It’s a book about meditation methods. I’m trying to solve some personal issues with it.”

And Kai started to explain his current situation with Adam to Viera, who was listening carefully- until his head dropped and Kai noticed he dozed off. He already heard about Silver’s issues- narcolepsy it was called- and there were a few times he spotted him sleeping in random places- so he just waited a few minutes till Silver woke up.

Kai shook head for his apologies. He wasn’t sure why he’s sharing all that with this Viera he barely ever spoke with before- but his reactions for things Kai was saying and that occasional warm smile were assuring him that it’s okay to do so. And it actually didn’t feel half bad to have someone to listen so carefully.

When he finished, Silver closed eyes for a moment and Kai was sure he fell asleep again. But shortly Viera talked again. “It’s kind of weird… But to be honest I’ve seen and heard more bizarre things already, here and there. So, you want to make a connection with him but it somehow doesn’t work, no matter what you try? I’m not sure but when you talked about him forcefully taking control over you, it did sound that you are afraid of him doing something like this again. Maybe that’s the problem- that you are scared?”

Kai looked down at his own hands, frowning. “That’s right, I guess.”

Silver gazed at him, thinking deeply while chewing on the last sandwich. “But you said he mentioned to Tia that he’s been at your side since you were a kid. So doesn’t that mean that if he really wanted to do something bad, then he would do so a long time ago?”

Kai looked up at him, raising a brow. “But he did now. And that’s the problem.”

“Indeed and of course you have the right to be angry for that.” Silver nodded. “But everyone makes mistakes sometimes, so perhaps it’s worth giving him a second chance? After all- he doesn’t do anything now, right? After Tia scolded him, he didn’t try anything, yes?”

“Yes, that’s right.” Kai stared at Silver, weighing his words. He thought about it, of course- but now it seemed to have more sense when he heard it from someone else. He opened mouth to ask something else, that he suddenly remembered- but got interrupted by the loud calling coming from the house’s entrance: Ryalee, friend of Silver, being the source of it.

“Well, time for our training it seems.” Silver got up and bowed shortly to Kai. “Thank you for your company. And I hope you will solve your problem soon. Take good care, Kairen.”

Elezen looked up at him and smiled slightly. “Thank you. You too take care.”

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[myinternshipjourneymroyal]

Entry 4: Challenges you faced

While I thoroughly enjoyed both internship opportunities, they weren’t without their challenges. One major challenge was the travel time from home to the organisations. To get to either, it was over an hour’s commute each way, through peak hour city traffic. To minimise this as much as possible, I organised to attend both internships on the same day; DSR during the day, and North in the evenings. This worked out perfectly and meant that time was used effectively. This was also cost-effective on saving money on petrol, and lessened my carbon footprint through minimising driving time.

There were also instances of communication delay, or no communication at all. I experienced this at the beginning of my internship at North, where I did not hear back from my internship supervisor there for a few weeks during the period of filling out the paperwork. This meant that I started my internship a week later than anticipated, as the paperwork needed to be filled out prior to commencing. It took from the 3rd of February 2023 to the 20th of February, including a follow up email to check on the process, to receive the paperwork back. On tasks at DSR, there was a communication delay, in which I didn’t receive all the necessary information or aspects to fully complete a task. To work around this, I completed the tasks to the best of my ability, and always ensured to follow up with additional emails.

Paperwork follow up. (Royal, 2023).

Another challenge was knowing nobody who worked in either organisation, and while this was a great opportunity to network, it was also a bit nerve-wracking.  I took the time to get to know people and familiarise myself with them, but also to show them who I am and the skills I offer. It did help that at NMFC, I had a fellow student there who was also completing the internship. We supported each other and were able to problem solve any issues that arose together. One issue was not having the correct number jumper for a player, as it was awaiting embroidery of a logo – instead we selected another jumper for the player to wear that day, and registered it on the team list.

However, one of the biggest challenges I faced was external. I had a close family member pass away suddenly two days before his wedding, which not only turned my world on an axis, but my family’s as well. While I didn’t miss any days, this still played on my mind constantly and certainly impacted me mentally. To work through this, I leant on those around me, and focused on everything that I enjoyed doing.

I used my time management skills effectively, and used the practice of timetabling – which has been proven to improve productivity and planning (Cope, 2021; Gade & Yeo, 2019). This allowed to set prioritised tasks, both relating to the internship and not – such as studies, events, work and other commitments. This ensured that I used my time wisely and was as productive as possible.

References:

Cope, S. (2021, April 1). 18 effective time management strategies and techniques. Up Work. https://www.upwork.com/resources/time-management-strategies

Gade, L., & Yeo, H. L. (2019). Work–Life Integration and Time Management Strategies. Clinics in Colon and Rectal Surgery, 32(6), 442–449. https://doi.org/10.1055/s-0039-1693011

Royal, M. (2023, February 16). Paperwork follow up [email].

[jilliannoel14]

I started out by knocking out the stencils prints. I decided to do a goldfish with 3 different sized bubbles coming out of its mouth. With no particular reason behind this choice, I did it for the pure curiosity of seeing how it would turn out. I traced my fish onto the contact paper. I crafted together my screen with the voile fabric, embroidery hoop, tightening it as I went. I then taped out the parts I wasn’t printing on after I drew out the paper measurements onto the screen. I mixed my emulsion with the black acrylic ink and plopped it on the top of my screen after creating registration marks for mypaper and elevated cardboard for the screen to sit on top of. I did my first passover and my first print came out great. It was a bit difficult to keep the paper aligned perfectly with the screen so I had to problem solve a bit by taping down half of it. With the next set of prints I also learned I didn't need to ink all the way to the edge of the paper.

I did the same starter process for my silk monotypes except putting a 1” border around the paper. These also turned out well. I knew ahead of time that flooding the screen might prevent a lighter image appearing on the paper so I really didn't run into any bad prints. The first one was a bit light but the rest came out great. I did try to print the ghost of my stencil but the emulsion just covered it all back up so the ghost didn’t show up. It was also hard to see the print on the one I printed on the eco printed paper because the paper started out so dark from the original stains. I reused my butterfly stencil from the gelatin project which was a fun thing to see reappear back into my work.

The acrylic resist prints were the hardest (middle). I chose a bible verse personal to me: "Fearfully and wonderfully made." I did the same beginning process as the other two print types above, as well as tracing out the letters and adding the acrylic resist on top. The first print shown in the image on the bottom came out pretty bad. I definitely didn't paint enough acrylic resist on so I had to go back and do another layer. It didn't turn out perfect but you could still clearly read the letters so I will take it. I printed on two of my silk monotype paper prints and an eco print paper as well!

[acodexofourtime]

Love, From Vicki Island

As he rounded the bend in the old tufa causeway that led to the harbor, Doctor Orfeo got a feeling that things would continue to not be as they seemed that day, and perhaps for a long time to come. Having defeated another obstacle in the launderers’ quarter on the bluff above the harbor, he was one ally richer and poorer in time and energy. This was the case for his more recent adventures.

Thoughts about Doctor Ione raced through his head - but he also thought about an ancient plague of infectious orange blood that spread like quicksilver through the Greek colonies in Campania during the pre-Roman era. He thought about Don Benedetto, too, even though the Doctor tried to put him out of his mind. There was so much more that needed to be done, beyond even solving the mysteries that besieged the city of Santa Ninfa.

Sometimes he imagined scenarios where the city was encouraged to evacuate to a nicer town along the coast, one where the only problems were ones of a municipal nature rather than a metaphysical one. For whatever reason, Santa Ninfa stood at the threshold of worlds and was always known for burning the candle at both ends.

On one side, the old volcano, and on the other, the sea. A long line of metaphysical doctors like Doctor Orfeo had visited the city in old times and kept a council of doctors, the Association of the Psychic Lancet, which held the reality warp that emanated from the very foundations of the city at bay. But as years passed, the Association’s purpose was forgotten, and their institutional knowledge waned until attrition and time finished it off for good.  After the eldest member retired to a vineyard, all that was left was the most junior member, a woman who kept a shimmering cloud in her cupboard.

After selling off the old Council offices, a squat building of tan masonry with terra-cotta reliefs depicting miraculous works, and locking the front door for the last time, she left it to memory in the half darkness. She later held a little boy’s hand in hers as the two of them boarded a dark car and left the studio that was their home since the boy was born. The little boy looked up to the red-framed window with the stained glass floral rondele, and knew it was the last time he’d ever look on the street from that vantage.  “That was some time ago,” thought Doctor Orfeo.

Doctor Orfeo gazed through the pitted archway of veined marble, past the old bronze gate, and saw a woman standing by the iron railing around the harbor overlook. For a moment, he thought she was Doctor Ione, but he knew better. She looked over her shoulder as he approached and stopped a distance to her left. After a time, they looked to one another and exchanged smiles. She wore a long indigo colored coat with amber embroidery, and her round glasses reflected the blueness of the sea.

“There’s nothing like this place,” he said.

“Not in the whole city. I’ve read that this used to be the site of a lagoon some two hundred years ago. A precious ship sank and they built this overlook on top of it, vowing that no finer vessel could ever dock here again,” she said.

“You’re well versed in Santa Ninfa’s history,” replied the Doctor. “I’m Doctor Orfeo, it’s a pleasure meeting you.”

The woman smiled, “Doctor Mikare, Empathic Botanist. Pleased to meet you. I’ve heard about your work, Doctor Orfeo. Our fields are very different, but I was wondering if our paths would ever cross. I study the flooded forest that emerges every so often on the horizon. It tends to dry up, so I need to keep it going sometimes. If you ever see a green boat, that’s me. Empathic plants grow in that depressed island; a geode of time and space. I water them with my assistant’s tears so they’re never forgotten. He’s off in the jungles looking for rare onions as we speak, so now I’m waiting for him to return so I can get back to work.”

“Those plants must have considerable spirit. I’ve only read about such things, never seen them up close. But if they could grow anywhere, it’s here, this is as good an axis mundi as one can find, the place where the sea meets the horizon and then some.

“Yes,” Doctor Mikare replied, with one hand still upon the railing, “after one of the oldest volcanoes went dormant, it tore a direct line to the metaphysical realm. If you were to walk down one side of the sinkhole, you would get the impression that it goes on for about 300 kilometers, but it’s really a lot smaller. I teach the plants down there half-forgotten languages, so that it creates a kind of seed bank for the future.”

Doctor Orfeo smiled at that thought. The metaphysical crab apple that was hiding in his  coat pocket stirred with intensity at the idea of guzzling tears for breakfast. He patted his pocket softly and looked back out at the horizon beyond the railing. “I have an idea. This city is getting overrun right now with plant spirits. Do you think your empathic plants would have it in them to host some new neighbors on their island?”

“I don’t see why not,” said Doctor Mikare, and the imagined idea played out in her inner mind like a grand play.

As they hatched a plan, Doctor Orfeo quickly drew up some notes on the back of a colorful postcard with a blue and violet scrollwork border, emblazoned with the proclamation, “LOVE FROM VICKI ISLAND”.

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[cj-pod]

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Film technology, any color can be realized, the color is bright, the pattern has high elasticity, can be stretched, the hand feels soft, the surface is smooth, usually the pattern is made of less than 3 colors, like some special effect patterns, such as bronzing, silver stamping and other metallic effects Patterns, as well as special patterns such as luminous, reflective, flashing, etc., are all made by film technology.

The other six are common processes in the clothing customization industry, namely water slurry process, digital process, embroidery process, direct injection process, weak solvent process and sublimation process.

Water slurry technology, good air permeability, the pattern printed on the clothes will not feel gelatinous, its working principle is similar to dyeing, the difference is to 'dye' a certain area of ​​the fabric into the color required by the flower position, Moreover, the color fastness of the flower position is very good, the color can be controlled, and fluorescent color patterns can be made. The limitation of water slurry printing is that it cannot be applied to all dark fabrics that exceed the printing color, and it can only be used for patterns with a solid color of less than 3 colors. Black water slurry can be printed on other colored fabrics except black.

Digital technology has a wide color gamut, bright colors, high precision, delicate images, and soft touch. The principle of digital printing technology makes its products break through the limitations of traditional production of color registration and flower back length, and can make textile fabrics achieve high-grade printing effects. , breaking through the color registration restrictions of traditional textile printing and dyeing patterns, especially in the printing of high-precision patterns such as color gradients and moiré patterns, digital printing has incomparable advantages in technology, pure machine operation, and high production efficiency , suitable for mass production.

Embroidery technology uses professional computer embroidery software for computer programming to design patterns and stitch sequences, and finally achieves mass production of embroidery products. Computer embroidery not only perfectly inherits traditional hand embroidery, but also solves the problem of traditional manual embroidery. Embroidery cannot complete the current situation of mass production.

Direct injection technology can print various materials of cloth, cotton, flax and other plant fibers. Various output software can be used to support various file formats. It can be completed in one step, and it can be printed and taken immediately. The price is relatively expensive, and the quality requirements of the ink are extremely high. If you do not use imported ink, it is easy to fade.

Eco-solvent technology has strong color expressiveness, and high-definition images such as character patterns and photos can be displayed perfectly. It has a hand feeling, is washable, anti-sunshine, and has a smooth surface. The operation of uncovering irregular patterns is relatively complicated, so the eco-solvent process Suitable for some variables, and small groups and single pieces with orders below 5 pieces.

Dye sublimation process, short process, finished product after printing, no post-processing such as steaming, washing, etc., fine pattern, rich and clear layers, high artistry, strong three-dimensional effect, which is inferior to general printing methods, and can be printed Pattern in photography and drawing style. The printing is colorful and during the sublimation process, the tar from the dye is left on the transfer paper without staining the fabric. The authenticity rate is high, and multi-color patterns can be printed at one time during transfer without alignment.

The digital and direct injection processes mentioned above may cause misunderstandings. Non-industry personnel will mistake digital and direct injection as one process, but in fact the principle is the same, but the equipment used in the two processes is different, and the process, materials, and effects not the same as efficiency etc.

[vvienne]

XICHENG FIC RECS

hold my hands by Snooze (Chiruka)

Transplanting a core into a new person isn’t without repercussions. One year after the events at Guanyin Temple, Jiang Cheng found himself once again faced with the possibility of losing everything he had. Reconciling with his brother, learning to let Jin Ling go, and dealing with his blooming emotions toward the First Jade of Gusu — will Jiang Cheng accomplish what he wants before time runs out?

it all passes someday by screamlet

A week before the anniversary of Wei Wuxian’s death, there was a commotion outside Lan Wangji’s house.

*

Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji over the years.

The Unlikely Expression of Love by manamune

When everything has settled, when everyone else has moved on with their lives and their friends, Jiang Cheng has a realization which shouldn’t actually be a surprise:

He’s lonely.

Indigo, lavender, and violet (I don't wanna be red) by ohwhatevrewhatevr

It, in the pale colors of the late morning, is the closest to perfect Jiang Cheng will ever reach. He strokes Lan XiChen's hair and presses a light kiss to where his ribbon and hair meet. The sky is a pale blue, and the pastels of flowers and clouds are spread out through the window, a brilliant world waiting for them, them in the gentian house, safe from stronger breezes - there is the clutter of birds fluttering and chirping outside. It is a warm, perfect, spring morning.

Jiang Cheng and Lan XiChen have been together for an year. In which, no one ever really gets over things, Jiang Cheng has the misfortune of interacting with his brother, the juniors help out with the proposal, and there's a marriage.

Altitude by starknjarvis 

When Jin Ling lures Jiang Cheng to the Cloud Recesses under false pretenses, he finds himself out of place among this new family Wei Wuxian has formed.

Lan Xichen, at least, seems pleased to have his company.

Perhaps there is still a chance for Jiang Cheng to make amends and move forward.

[Modao Zushi Online] GLITCH REPORT: My Brother Got Chased Down And %$@*$&@ By Gusu Dungeon Boss??? by oh_fudgecakes

Modao Zushi Online is a virtual reality MMORPG. Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian are top ranking players in its new server, currently tied with their arch-nemesis from their previous server, Wen Chao. In an attempt to defeat him, they take on the Gusu Dungeon Boss, Zewu-jun, to win the reward of a legendary weapon. Ever the cheat, Wei Wuxian tries to take advantage of a glitch to defeat the seemingly undefeatable boss. It backfires. Jiang Cheng gets fucked by a boss monster.

He can't get enough.

Meanwhile, Lan Xichen, the unwitting staff member in charge of controlling Zewu-jun, absolutely did not sign up to be pulled into a secret virtual reality fling with a player. Mod Ji, who has to deal with Wei Wuxian's incessant glitch reporting of his brother's sex life, is long-suffering.

Mulberry by xxdz

Jiang Cheng grits his teeth and pushes harder. He feels like torn silk, the embroidery needle sinking in again and again and again; patiently, desperately, endlessly trying to make something beautiful out of something broken.

Jiang Cheng builds his sect, learns embroidery, and raises his nephew.

we can raise a little family by lanyon

“Well, brother,” says Wei Wuxian, leaning against the outside of Jiang Cheng’s chambers. “I had heard that you and Xichen went on a night hunt and came back with a baby, which is not the order I’d choose to do things in…”

In which Jiang Cheng and Lan Xichen acquire a baby of unknown origin, and are the very last to know what it means.

Beyond the Impossible by Silverine

Summoned by Lan Qiren, Jiang Wanyin goes to the Cloud Recesses to drop his nephew Jin Ling, expecting to discuss relevant matters with his old master. Instead, he's asked to take with him no other than Sect Leader Lan himself, all the way back to Lotus Pier. If the reason why he accepted such an outrageous task is indeed a mystery, he's about to be surprised by how this entire trip, their encounters, and his warm company, suddenly feel fated.

Incrementally by xxdz

Jiang Cheng is trapped in a day on repeat where he begins by waking in Zewu Jun’s bed at dawn and ends by dying painfully at dusk.

It’s getting very irritating, and he has the sneaking suspicion that his chances to solve his own murder are rapidly running out. Soon, his death will be much more permanent.

All in all, worst birthday ever.

Audience of One by WinterDreams

“Then let an established star go first,” Lan Xichen interrupts again before Lan Wangji can give a stubborn reply. Both men twist toward Lan Xichen, and he smiles at Wei Wuxian’s tilted head. “If I publicly date a man for awhile first, your engagement shouldn’t receive as much backlash.”

Or, that AU where everyone is famous in some way or another, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji have been dating in private for years, and Lan Xichen and Jiang Cheng pretend to date publicly for their brothers' sake.

A Bit of Ruthlessness by jirluvien

When Jiang Cheng hears that Lan Xichen went into seclusion following Jin Guangyao’s death, it’s almost as if he can see the grabby hands of a restless ghost, reaching out for something to keep him company. For something warm and living and devastated. And as history has proved time and time again, the Lans are perfect victims when it comes to giving in to ghosts.Yeah, no. Not on Jiang Cheng’s fucking watch.A story about grief, determination, unexpected friendships, abandoned watchtowers, and letters. So many letters.

All Tied Up In You by Clearpearls

Yet again, the night had come to this:

Jiang Cheng on the floor, kneeling, Zidian wrapped around his wrists.

Alone.

Thank You, and I'm Sorry by Hamliet

Jin GuangYao might be dead, but his story is not. Taking advantage of the chaos he instigated, someone makes an attempt on the life of the young new leader of the Jin Sect. When Jiang Cheng takes Jin Ling to the Cloud Recesses to have him study while he attempts to work with Wei WuXian and his husband Lan WangJi to eliminate the threat, he encounters a mourning Lan XiChen, lovestruck teenagers, and a persistent corpse--and both pairs of brothers find themselves struggling to move on.

saturn's rings (don't be a heartbreaker) by iskendaris

Set after the seige of burial mounds, Yunmeng rebuilds as they hold the first Discussion Conference at Lotus Pier. Sometimes the night is a gift, a refuge for loneliness. "So stern, Sect Leader Jiang," Lan Xichen murmured, "So glacial... What will it take to melt that icy exterior? What can I say?"

"Nothing. There's nothing you can say or offer."

reciprocity by jukeboxhound

There’s a pause before Lan Xichen says, in a tone that’s a little more neutral, “I would like to paint on you.”

“…What?”

“Of course, if you say ‘yes’ but then change your mind at any point, for any reason, you need only say so and I will stop immediately,” he adds.

Well, silver lining: Jiang Cheng is feeling much more awake than he was a moment ago.

Talent Hunt Crew Finds Angry Guy Shouting On College Campus, Recruits Him For Vocal Projection Abilities by oh_fudgecakes

Jiang Cheng, resident Angry Guy and heir to a conglomerate empire, has never been the apple of his father’s eye. Quashed under the shadow of his brilliant brother, the music prodigy Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng sees his chance to turn things around when he is recruited by the All-Stars Lan Talent Hunt. One problem: he can’t sing to save his goddamn life.

As he struggles to develop his nascent singing abilities, Jiang Cheng finds himself sucked into the whirlwind drama of reality TV, helped along by his adoring siblings, his irritable vocal coach Wen Qing, and strangely enough, the unfairly attractive host of the All-Stars Lan Talent Hunt, Lan Xichen. Somewhere in the glare of the stage lights and an unexpected first love, Jiang Cheng stumbles upon the thing he was searching for all along: the courage to dream — and to attempt the impossible.

Marginal Costs by ohwhatevrewhatevr

“You think you know what you want, Er-Ge,” A-Yao says. “But you should consider what you’re willing to give first,” he says wryly, taking Lan XiChen’s chess piece with slim, skilled fingers.

Lan XiChen looks up at A-Yao’s concentrated expression and the hint of contentment on his face that he is special enough to be allowed to see.

“It’s not just one decision, but the lead up to many more. One decision decides what else you’re going to have to pay, and each time you have to ask yourself, ignoring the sunk costs, if this time it’s worth it as well.”

When his sworn brother looks up at him with those clear, amber eyes, waiting, Lan XiChen feels the pull and gives in: he asks.

“Are you happy being in love?”

(First half is two sad sworn brothers talking, internally mourning how unfortunate their other sworn brother’s death was :/ and second half is when a mopey boy in blue meets an angsty boy in purple whilst chasing a demonic cultivator, and a lil bit of sexy dual cultivation happens.)

Somewhat Tender by theherocomplex

There is no defense against kindness; it has always undone him.

I didn't expect you to be lonely (too) by bettydice (BettyKnight)

Jiang Cheng's life is a mess, he's a mess, and he doesn't miss his brother at all. So when his sister gifts him ten sessions with a massage therapist, who turns out to be someone he was crushing on for a hot minute as a teenager and is still as hot as ever... yeah, that might as well happen. It won't have to mean anything.

This feels intimate to Jiang Cheng in a way that's probably very inappropriate and maybe even pathetic. Nobody touches him like this, right where he’s hurt the most. There's no one who handles him so gently, so carefully.

It's the gentleness that's his undoing, he thinks. He would be able to deal better with it if it was painful.

Life for Rent by yodasyoyo

“Yeah well. You’re not taking me seriously. This guy is my soulmate!”

“Soulmate.” Jiang Cheng rolls his eyes. “Whatever.”

“Just because you don’t believe in them—”

“I believe in them!” Jiang Cheng says. “I’ve never denied they exist.”

“Just last week you said that it was an evolutionary quirk that had been used by greetings card companies, movie makers, and corporations to exploit lonely and vulnerable people.”

“And I stand by it! That doesn’t mean that soulmates aren’t real. Just incredibly unlikely and probably pointless.

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Or:

Xicheng vs Soulmates. Fight!

Halfway Around the World by theherocomplex

Normally, Jiang Cheng would be seething, jaw clenched tight, if someone sounded like that while they were talking, but — Lan Xichen has the trick of always making you feel like you're in on the joke, whatever the joke is. That you're laughing together.

Whelmed by yodasyoyo

For months now Jiang Cheng’s been idly fantasizing about how it would be if something were to come between Wei Ying and Lan Zhan. Mostly those daydreams have been simple enough — they break up (probably because Lan Zhan is boring or Wei Ying is annoying), Wei Ying is sad for a couple of days (Jiang Cheng’s willing to allow some space for feelings, he isn't a total monster), but then Wei Ying realizes he’s better off, he gets over it, and Jiang Cheng gets his brother back.

Unfortunately the fantasy version of events has only proven partially true, so far. They've broken up. Wei Ying has been sad.

Now weeks have passed, though — and Wei Ying is still sad, every. Single. Day.

It’s like Jiang Cheng's stuck in a looping GIF, and it’s driving him insane.

Or:

Jiang Cheng plots, Lan Huan pines, and, unfortunately for Lan Qiren, Wangxian are inevitable.