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Architectural Design Development : Process, Challenges, and Solutions

Architectural Design Development is a crucial phase in the architectural workflow, bridging the gap between conceptual design and construction documentation. At ADSBIM, we specialize in Architectural Design Development Services across India, the UK, the USA, and the UAE, ensuring high-quality, efficient, and cost-effective solutions for architects, designers, and construction firms.

This blog explores the process of architectural design development, common challenges faced in the industry, and how ADSBIM provides innovative solutions using advanced BIM technology and industry-leading software.

The Architectural Design Development Process

The Design Development phase is where the initial architectural concept is refined, detailed, and prepared for construction documentation. It involves:

1. Concept Development & Refinement

Translating initial sketches into detailed 3D models.

Incorporating client feedback and refining design iterations.

Ensuring compliance with zoning laws, building codes, and sustainability standards.

2. Spatial Planning & Technical Detailing

Defining the dimensions and arrangement of spaces.

Developing structural, mechanical, electrical, and plumbing (MEP) layouts.

Ensuring coordination between different disciplines for seamless execution.

3. Material Selection & Specification

Selecting appropriate building materials for sustainability and cost-effectiveness.

Specifying finishes, textures, and other aesthetic elements.

4. BIM Integration for Design Validation

Utilizing Building Information Modeling (BIM) to validate the design before construction.

Detecting and resolving clashes between architectural, structural, and MEP systems.

Enhancing collaboration between architects, engineers, and contractors.

5. Construction Documentation & Approval

Creating detailed architectural drawings, sections, and elevations.

Preparing permit drawings for government approvals.

Finalizing construction-ready blueprints.

Challenges in Architectural Design Development

Despite its importance, the design development phase presents multiple challenges, including:

 Design Coordination Issues

Ensuring seamless coordination between architectural, structural, and MEP systems is complex.

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 Lack of Visualization & Design Validation

Traditional 2D drawings often lead to misinterpretation.

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Time and Cost Overruns

Frequent design changes and errors lead to increased costs and delays.

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Sustainability

Adhering to different building codes across India, the UK, the USA, and the UAE is challenging.

Solution: ADSBIM ensures compliance through automated code-checking tools and sustainable material selection.

Tools & Software We Use

At ADSBIM, we leverage industry-leading tools to enhance our Architectural Design Services:

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By utilizing these tools, we streamline the Architectural Design Development process and deliver efficient, error-free designs.

FAQs 

1 What is Architectural Design Development?

Architectural Design Development is the process of refining the conceptual design into a detailed, construction-ready blueprint, incorporating spatial planning, technical detailing, and material selection.

2 How does BIM help in Architectural Design Development?

BIM (Building Information Modeling) enhances design accuracy, coordination, and visualization, ensuring smooth collaboration between architects, engineers, and contractors.

3 What industries benefit from Architectural Design Development services?

Architectural Design Development services are essential for residential, commercial, industrial, healthcare, and hospitality projects.

Conclusion

The Architectural Design Development phase is critical in bringing conceptual ideas to life while ensuring technical accuracy and feasibility. At ADSBIM, we specialize in BIM for Design Development Services, enabling architects and developers to achieve efficient, cost-effective, and high-quality designs.

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“WHATT? NEVER SEEN A GHOSTT..”

summary: next time be respectful for gojo’s memorial. . .

tags: ghost!gojo x fem!reader, smut, threesome (ig ..?), use of clone techniques, jjk spoilers, mean gojo, ōral sex (f!recieving), size difference,belly bulging, full nelson, degrading, dumbification, etc, mdni.

w.c: 4k . . .

a/n: GUYSSS WE GOIN UPPP ☝🏽 TYY FOR 1,7K MWAAAAA

+ sorry for the errors

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the halloween theme park buzzes with screams from rollercoasters and actors in horror costumes that look almost too real. you walk arm in arm with your friends, all of you decked out in matching monster high costumes. at first, you weren’t into it, but after enough pestering, you caved and ordered clawdeen’s full outfit.

the crowd can’t stop complimenting the four of you. from the boots to the hair, everything is spot-on. but gosh these platform boots are killing you. you can already feel tomorrow’s regret setting in.

“ooo, let’s try this ride before we leave,” one of your friends says through the fake fangs she’s wearing as draculaura. you all turn your heads to see what she’s pointing at. a sign reads infinity maze, with eerie, glowing blue eyes blinking on and off. it’s famous, mostly because the guy who designed it—gojo satoru—died a few years ago, turning it into some kind of attraction with ghost stories attached.

you scoff. people are suchwimps.

as you approach, you’re grateful for your speed passes because the line is insane. “okay, how about we make a bet?” your cleo-dressed friend suggests. “slowest time pays for dinner.”

you grin at the challenge, nodding along with everyone else.

as you wait, something catches your eye—a giant memorial statue of gojo satoru, standing tall near the maze entrance. his cocky grin is frozen in stone, and beneath it, the descriptiom reads,

in loving memory of satoru gojo. forever lovable and the strongest.

you roll your eyes so hard it almost hurts. “who gives a fuck about him?” you say, loud enough for your friends to hear. they giggle, and you continue, “seriously, they’re doing the most with this memorial. it’s not that deep.”

one of your friends shakes her head, trying not to laugh too hard. “it’s haunted, remember?” she says mockingly, to which you just snicker.

“haunted, my ass.”

your first friend goes into the maze, and you start timing her on your phone. almost three minutes later, she comes out breathless, claiming the only scary part was a worker grabbing her ankle at the end.

next up are the others, who all manage to escape in under two minutes. the pressure’s on now, but you refuse to be the one paying for dinner. with a quick glance at your friends, you flash your speed pass to the coordinator, ready to sprint through this lame maze and leave them all in the dust.

your platform boots thud heavily against the creaking wooden floor, each step echoing in the suffocating silence. the door slams shut behind you with a sharp clack, sealing you inside. a deep breath fills your lungs, but the air feels heavy, thick. the faint glow of flickering lights ahead barely cuts through the darkness, revealing the first room—a classroom?

it’s an old, japanese-style classroom, but something feels off. chairs are scattered across the floor like a struggle took place, and bloody handprints—too real for comfort—smear the walls. your heart races as a sudden crack of thunder rips through the air, making the weak lights above you flicker wildly. it feels like you’ve been transported, as if this isn’t a theme park anymore... like you’re somewhere else, somewhere you shouldn’t be.

you inch forward, boots sinking into the floorboards with each loud creakk. you can’t shake the feeling that the room is watching you. the chalkboard looms at the front, with jagged, uneven writing smeared across it

look behind you

your stomach twists. your mind fights to stay rational—it’s just part of the maze, it’s not real. but your hands are trembling as you slowly turn. nothing. just scattered desks and the harsh, stuttering light overhead. thunder crashes again, timed too perfectly. 

your heart rate slows a bit, but you mutter under your breath, stupid maze, trying to shake off the unease as you head toward the next door. the sign above it reads, hall of mirrors,

the knob feels cold in your hand as you twist it, stepping into the next room. pitch-black darkness swallows you whole, except for the mirrors that tower from floor to ceiling. hundreds of them, endless reflections stretching out in every direction. your eyes adjust to the faint, flickering light—just enough to see yourself, but not much else.

“fuck,” you whisper, hating mirror mazes with a passion. you move cautiously, knowing you’ll bump into a dead end at some point. your reflection multiplies with every turn, making it feel like you’re being watched from all angles. you stop in front of one mirror, catching your breath, and take a moment to adjust your costume.

you smooth down the sheer purple mini skirt, making sure your wolf ears are straight on your head. you shift slightly, checking out your ass in the reflection, appreciating how well the outfit hugs your body. you’re about to laugh at yourself when your eyes catch something—a shadow

a figure. behind you. 

your breath stops cold. your friends hadn’t mentioned anyone being in here with you. you freeze, heart pounding as you stare into the reflection, too terrified to turn around.

“o-oh um, did I come in the room too early?” you stammer, your voice barely steady, assuming he’s the worker who grabbed your friend’s foot earlier. you swallow hard, trying to make sense of the tension creeping up your spine. the lights flicker again, casting shadows that stretch too long. your eyes twitch as you stare into the mirror—he’s still there, standing so still it sends a chill down your spine.

the lights flicker again, plunging the room into darkness. your pulse races. you can feel his presence behind you, closer now, even though you haven’t turned around. every hair on your body stands on end, anticipation mingling with fear. when the lights finally come back, your breath catches in your throat.

gojo satoru.

he stands right behind you, towering over your smaller frame, his eyes glowing like cold fire through the mirror. his presence is overwhelming, suffocating, andelectrifying. his ocean-blue gaze locks onto yours through the reflection, freezing you in place. you can’t move, can’t breathe, as his lips curl into a slow, dark smile.

“nahhh, you came at a good time,” he drags out, voice low, rough, as it echoes through the room. the sound of it, mixed with the flickering lights, makes your knees weak. he steps closer, his icy fingers brushing the hem of your skirt, sending a shiver down your spine. your breath hitches as you feel his touch, subtle yet possessive.

“and who are you supposed to be?” his voice is condescending, almost mocking, as his hand continues to toy with the fabric, lifting it just slightly. the way he says it makes your heart race faster, your skin prickling with a mixture of fear and something else—something darker.

you glance up, meeting his gaze in the mirror, tears forming in your eyes. this can’t be real. his white hair falls messily around his face, his long lashes shadowing those dangerously beautiful eyes.

“h-how? y-you’re dead,” you blurt out, ignoring his question as panic takes over. but his chuckle—low, dark—vibrates against the back of your neck, making you shudder. you’re trapped between the mirror and him, his breath warm and taunting against your skin.

“that i am,” he murmurs, his lips so close to your ear, “but you know what they say… energy never dies. you brought me here.” his words wrap around you, suffocating, intoxicating. your mind spins, trying to comprehend. you brought him here? how could you possibly—?

“h-how?” your voice is barely a whisper, trembling as you try to make sense of his words. it feels like the room is shrinking, like the walls are closing in, the air too thick to breathe.

“don’t play dumb now,” he chides, his hand sliding higher up your thigh. the heat of his palm sends sparks through your body. you shouldn’t want this, but the way his fingers tease your skin, the slow drag of his hand, has you clenching your thighs together.

suddenly, it hits you. images of you mocking his memorial, laughing at his statue, flashing through your mind. his low chuckle tells you he knows exactly what you’re remembering.

“i-i didn’t mean-”

“didn’t mean it? nahh, pretty, you fuckin’ meant it.” his plush lips press against your neck, leaving a trail of kisses that make your knees weak. fuck, you shouldn’t be getting turned on by this, by a ghost. yet, your body betrays you, burning up under his touch.

he leans into you, his teeth grazing your exposed skin, making you flinch. fangs? you tremble as he brushes his fingers under your chin, lifting your face so your wide, glossy eyes meet his through the mirror.

“all that nasty energy you have within you… mmm, that’s why.” his voice drops as he nibbles on your earlobe, tugging lightly on your hoop earrings, making you wince.

“‘m sorry, j-just don’t hurt me, I’ll do anything,” you stammer, your voice shaky as his grip on your chin tightens. his movements still, and the way he smirks behind you makes your heart sink. you’ve never felt so exposed, so vulnerable—like you just handed him your dignity on a silver platter.

without a word, he pushes your back down, forcing you to brace yourself against the mirror, your fingertips smudging the glass as you struggle to keep steady. glancing to another mirror, you see him crouching down, eyeing your clothed cunt with dangerous curiosity.

“anything, she says”, gojo quietly says, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as you arch your back just right for him. his eyes darken when he notices how soaked your panties are, the fabric clinging to your folds, sucked in by the wet heat between your thighs. of course, the lights choose now not to flicker—how fucking embarrassing.

with a quick, rough tug, gojo hooks his finger into your panties, pulling them side to side, watching how your chubby folds swallow the fabric before yanking them aside, fully exposing your dripping cunt. you clench hard at the sudden cool breeze against your exposed skin, and he pauses, mesmerized.

“you like this, huh? getting off to a dead man… ohh, you’re disgusting,” he mocks, his voice low and sinister.

“‘m going to make sure you live your dirty fantasies,” he growls, his tone laced with intent.

and he really is.

gojo has been diving into your cunt for what felt like hours, his impossibly slimy tongue lapping up your juices as your gummy walls snugly embrace him. your hands grip the sides of the mirror for dear life, feeling him reach the deepest parts of you. you’re moaning like a bitch in heat, your desperation rising as his spare hand mercilessly toys with your clit, not in cute circles, but pinching and pulling on your sensitive nub with no mercy whatsoever.

your thighs begin to shake uncontrollably as he pushes you to your third orgasm, broken moans escaping your glossed lips. your pussy slowly feels numb, overwhelmed by how hungrily he’s eating you out. do they not feed him in his world?

“ngh—‘toru, it’s too m-much,” you hiccup, and he growls behind you, the sound vibrating through your body. at this point, you’ve completely forgotten about your friends, about the stupid bet—you’re lost in the most toe-curling head of your life.

your stomach churns unexpectedly as you cum again, your brain so fuzzy that you can’t even comprehend it. he loudly slurps up your mess, not wasting a single drop as he licks you clean, your cunt twitching around his tongue. when he pulls his tongue from your gaping hole, your swollen folds throb in response as he grins at your state.

“heh, look at you—just a slut for a ghost!” he taunts, now standing behind you, grinding his achy bulge against your exposed cunt. his eyes never leave your face in the mirror.

“let’s see how much dick she can take,” he mutters to himself, cupping your pussy, clearly addressing her rather than you. as you catch onto his words, a wave of confusion and excitement hits you. how much? there’s more than one?

before you can process anything, you blink once and find yourself in the most insane position you’ve ever been in—full nelson. gojo has you completely at his mercy, holding your legs high above your head with a firm grip, locking you in place like a ragdoll. your tall platform boots dangle helplessly in the air, the sensation thrilling and humiliating as you stare at your reflection in the endless mirrors surrounding you. your stomach twists at the sheer size difference between your body and his, your eyes widening as you see your slick, swollen cunt clenching around nothing, desperate for him.

your miniskirt is now so short that it’s bunched up around your waist, exposing more skin than you’d ever intended. your eyes drop lower, and you gulp as you take in the sight of his cock, standing proudly upright. the base is a tan colour, thick and powerful, with mean veins decorating the sides that pulse with each heartbeat. the bulbous tip is a deep pink, glistening with droplets of cum that catch the dim light.

with one hand firmly securing your legs, gojo uses his other to tease you, rubbing the tip of his cock along your folds, the sensation sending electric jolts through your body. you bite your lip at the girth of his shaft, feeling a mix of excitement and horror. he’s definitely bigger than all your previous exes, and with every second you spend in this position, he brings undeniable shame onto them.

“can you handle it, baby?” he taunts, his voice dripping with condescension as he revels in your predicament.

“yes, I can-”

without lettint you finish, he thrusts into you, burying himself deep within your slick warmth. the suddenness takes your breath away, and you let out a gasp as he fills you completely. his girth stretches you in a way you’ve never experienced before, almost burning as your gummy walls clench around him, trying to accommodate his size. each thrust sends waves of pleasure crashing over you, a delicious blend of pain and ecstasy as you realize you can only take it.

gojo holds you firmly in place, using this ruthless position to keep you utterly at his mercy, revelling in your helplessness. with each powerful thrust, he drives deeper, hitting spots inside you that make your vision blur and your legs tremble. you can’t escape, all you can do is take what he gives you, your body completely surrendered to the pleasure.

“look at you, taking it so well,” he growls, a wicked grin stretching across his face as he watches your reflection in the mirror. your moans fill the room, echoing off the glass, mixing with the sound of skin slapping against skin. the sweat glistens on his body, making his white hair stick to his forehead, adding to the rawness of the moment. “you’re nothing but a greedy little slut, aren’t you?”

you can only whimper in response, your head spinning as his relentless rhythm pushes you closer to the edge. your thighs shake uncontrollably as he hits that sweet spot, the coil in your stomach tightening with every thrust. you’ve completely forgotten everything but the way he stretches you out, your body fitting around him perfectly as if you were made for him.

as gojo thrusts into you relentlessly, your collar jingles with every powerful movement, a stark reminder of your current position. each chime echoes in the room, amplifying your vulnerability as he drinks in the sight of your pretty, disheveled form. he watches how your eyes flutter in bliss, how your lips part with each thrust, and how your reflection reflects the pure ecstasy etched across your face.

“what happened to all that toughness?” he sneers, his breath hot against your ear as he quickens his pace. “wanna tell me how stupid this is?” his laughter reverberates through the air, as he reminds you of your sly comment.

the humiliation of his words ignites a flame deep within you, and despite the embarrassment, your body craves more. your jewelry clinks and jingles as he pounds up into you, each sound mingling with the echoes of your moans. the sensation is overwhelming, and you find yourself teetering on the edge of submission, your mind hazy as pleasure clouds your thoughts.

as you struggle to keep your eyes open, the world around you blurs and spins. you can’t tell if it’s the overwhelming pleasure or the way he’s wrecking you, but you swear you see multiple gojos swarming around the two of you in the mirrors. they grin wickedly, each one reflecting the same smug confidence, but you’re too lost in ecstasy to process it completely.

am I seeing things? you wonder,

your mind foggy from the pleasure coursing through your body. each thrust sends you spiral deeper into submission, heat pooling in your core, ready to explode.

then, without warning, you feel another hand, another gojo, playing with your pussy. your eyes shoot open, panic flooding your senses as you choke back a gasp.

he can clone himself!

your body responds eagerly to the dual sensations, the original gojo still jack hammerinh relentlessly inside you while his clone teasingly rubs your clit, heightening your pleasure to unimaginable heights. as if sensing your need, the clone moves closer, rubbing his chubby tip along your widened folds. you scream internally, panic flashing through your mind as he presses against you, the overwhelming stretch igniting both fear and pleasure.

there’s no fucking way.

the clone pushes in slowly, stretching you beyond your limits, sending shockwaves through your body. you cry out, your voice a mix of pleasure and pain, tears brimming in your eyes. he’s moulding himself deep within your walls as you feel every inch of your velvety walls being re-designed for him.

the original gojo leans down, his breath hot against your ear. “c’mon, big baaaad wolf, can you handle both of us?” he taunts the nickname referring to your costume, as his thrusts becoming more forceful as the clone fills you. “i thought you were a big girl.”

you can only moan in response, the sound mingling with the jingle of your jewelry as they continue to drive you wild. the mirrors reflect your state—multiple gojos swarming around you, each one more enticing than the last. their mocking smiles deepen your humiliation, but the pleasure they bring you makes it impossible to care. both their cock heads rushing as if it were a race to reach your cervix as you squeak at the brutal thrusts.

“look at you, a pathetic mess,” the original gojo mocks, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as you squirm between them. your gaze lazily drifts to the your tummy where a large bulge forming beneath your costume, moans escaping your lips at the sight. “you love being filled up like this, don’t you? who’s the stupid one now?”

your body betrays you, your pussy clenching around both of them as they thrust in sync, stretching you to your limits. the lewd squelches and sloshes of your dripping cunt fill the air, drowning out all coherent thoughts. each thrust pushes you closer to the edge, the overwhelming sensations causing your mind to spiral into oblivion.

the clone suddenly flicks your head, thr pain forcing you to look at him, and you feel a rush of clarity amidst the haze. “stay with us, pretty,” he demands, his tone both condescending and sultry. 

“we- hgnn -want to see that face you make when you fall apart.” you shudder at the sound of his voice, the way it sends waves of heat coursing through your body.

“mmf—i can’t. . . ’s too much,” you babble, your voice rising higher as the clone continues to push into you, the overwhelming sensation of fullness sending shockwaves through your body. pleasure and pain blur together, and you find yourself lost in a whirlwind of ecstasy.

“ohhh, but you can,” the original gojo growls, thrusting harder, your body shaking as you sob loudly, the sounds echoing off the mirrors as your achy walls clenching around his thick shafts.

every angle captures your struggle—your skin glistening with sweat, your costume soaked and clinging to your curves, and the way you’re trapped between two versions of the man you crave. the reflections amplify the chaos, a never-ending loop of desire and degradation as you’re thrust deeper into submission.

“what about your friends?” the clone taunts, a wicked smirk plastered across his face. “what will they think when they find you like this?” the thought sends a wave of humiliation crashing over you, but the pleasure is relentless, drowning out any semblance of reality.

“anddd what about that bet you had?” the original gojo continues from behind, his voice dripping with mockery. “i bet they wouldn’t believe how much you enjoy being filled up by us.” you nod at his words, sniffles escaping your nostrils as fat globs of tears streak down your cheeks, your makeup a ruined mess.

they’re so deep inside you that it feels like they’re going to split you in half. each thrust stretches you to your limits, their relentless rhythm pushing you closer to the brink.

you swear you feel him in your chest.

“please… i need to—” you gasp, your body trembling as the clone toys with your clit, electric jolts of pleasure coursing through you. your senses blur, and all you can feel is the overwhelming fullness and the pleasure spirall out of control.

“let go, pretty,” the clone whispers, fingers dancing over your sensitive bud. “show us how much you want it.”

with one final thrust from the original gojo, the heat builds to an explosive climax. you feel your body tighten around them, walls pulsing as a tidal wave of pleasure crashes over you.

“fuckk!” you scream, body convulsing as you squirt, release gushing out of you and mixing with his cum. gojo’s thick cum shoots deep inside as he paints your gummy walls a pretty milky white, creating an intense mess that ends up coats your inner thighs. the overwhelming sensation sends you spiraling into a realm of ecstasy, every nerve ending igniting as you succumb to the bliss.

“what a sight,” the original gojo grunts, breath heavy with satisfaction. you’re lost in the aftermath, body shaking as you ride the waves of pleasure, mind fogged with overwhelming satisfaction and disbelief at the chaos that has consumed you.

as you try to come back from your intense orgasm, the clone pulls back and disappears. when gojo finally slides out of your cunt, a waterfall of cum oozes from you, thick globs spilling forth—it’s utterly inhumane. gojo carefully places your wobbly legs, which had been in the air for what felt like hours, back on the ground as you collapse, the numbness too much to bear.

the mess cascades down your gaping hole, sticky and warm, creating a thick pool beneath you. you can’t help but feel utterly exposed, the evidence of their domination staining your costume and making you acutely aware of how thoroughly you’ve been filled.

the sight is almost too much to bear, the way your body quakes with the remnants of pleasure while the glistening fluid slowly drips, accentuating the chaos you’ve just experienced. you feel humiliated yet impossibly aroused, the reflections in the mirrors surrounding you amplifying your vulnerability as he stands, watching you tremble.

“c’mon, baby, your friends have been waiting,” he coos, picking you up bridal style as you mumble nonsense, your brain so fucked that you can barely string a thought together. he strides through the mirror maze and into the last room, steadying you onto the ground for you to exit on your own.

he fixes your hair and outfit, quickly pecking your lips before opening the door and giving you a final push. you stumble out, the cool breeze hitting you like a splash of cold water, bringing you back to reality.

“girl, what the hell took you so long?” your friends shout as you try to steady your wobbly legs. one of them shoves her phone in your face, and your jaw drops.

50 fucking minutes.

“t-the worker was—”

“t-the worker- shut up. now you’re buying us food.” one of them mocks, handing you your belongings while they stare you up and down, taking in how badly you’re shaking and your frizzy hair.

“jeez did a demon fuck you? you look like you got meannn dick in there,” she jokes, and everyone bursts into laughter, including you. they have no idea what you’ve just been through, but you can’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all.

[cheapshrimpysheep]

Dating in a Dream - Jack Howl

SUMMARY: What would his dream be like, exactly the same as in the original story, but with the small detail that he is dreaming that you two are dating?

CHARACTERS: Jack Howl x Reader 🐺🦐

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; In a Relationship (kinda); Kiss

WARNING: Spoilers from Book 7 and Jack’s dream (Eng Server)

WORD COUNT: 4.045 words 

COMMENTS: This was written as a companion piece to the original dream story, so the parts that are the same as the game are just summarized.

I hope you enjoy 🐺

Dating in a Dream: Idia / Epel / Rook / Vil / Kalim / Jamil / Floyd / Jade / Azul / (Jack) / Ruggie / Leona / ...

“Aether signal tracking successful.” Ortho announces. “We have arrived at the designated coordinates.”

You, Grim, Silver, Sebek, Ortho, Azul, and Idia’s tablet reach the next dream and land at the Front Gate of Night Raven College. The orange and yellow colors in the leaves of the trees indicate that the dream would be happening close to Halloween. As usual, Ortho checks in to see if everyone is okay after the dream-crossing. And it seems like Azul... passed out with his eyes open.

After Azul regains consciousness and you all change into your school uniforms, you chat for a while until someone comes running towards you.

“Tch. Class ran long.” You hear Jack saying. “I gotta hurry, or I'll be late for practice!” You see the dreamer's silver bird around his head. “Hey, this is a walkway, not a place to congregate. Move it, you're blocking the way!”

He walks past you as if he doesn't know any of you, or as if he didn't see that you were behind Silver and Sebek. You all follow him to the Coliseum and you think that perhaps he was attending club practice, but it wouldn't make much sense because the Track and Field Club didn't practice at the coliseum.

You enter the Coliseum and go to the Stands. On the field, you see Jack and the other Savanaclaw students.

“Looks like Spelldrive club practice.” Silver says. “Did he change clubs in this dream...?”

“I don't think so.” Azul says. “Look again - they're all wearing Savanaclaw PE uniforms. And it's currently fall. Which suggests...”

“Savanaclaw, assemble!” You hear another familiar voice shouting. “No dragging your feet!” You see Leona approaching the other players along with Ruggie. “We've got the interdorm spelldrive tournament coming up next week. This's where the tournament's happening, and we can't book it indefinitely. Make every second of practice here count!”

You hear them talk about losing to Diasomnia in the first round the year before. Leona comments on the rage he felt that day, but that now they are different than they were back then. He gives a speech about how they have trained immensely since the previous year, as if he had full confidence that hard work would be the best and enough to win that year.

“And...” Leona continues. “We've got hearts burning with drive! Let's show 'em what Savanaclaw's spirit of persistence really means! Follow my lead, everyone! The next king's gonna be ME!”

“That's our Leona!” Ruggie cheers, “Long live the king!”

And the remaining students cheer with him, including Jack.

“Heh, looks like you're all in it to win it.” Leona smiles smugly. “I'll put you through your paces 'til you drop today. Be prepared! Savanaclaw spirit!”

“TOTAL STRANGER ALERT!” Idia says through the tablet, creeped out. “It's Leona Kingscholar in the guise of a hot-blooded sports manga archetype... This is scaring me! Halp!”

That Leona was so out of character that it disturbed everyone who knew him, including you and Grim.

“That scared me so bad, it made me wanna cry...” Grim confesses.

“Judging by their discussion, Jack's dream is taking place right before the interdorm spelldrive tournament.” Silver concludes.

“Yes, and it seems they've used their prior year's failure as motivation to train extra hard...” Azul adds. “...with the intent of challenging Diasomnia in a fair match. Unlike in reality.”

“It don't look like they've plottin' any dirty tricks at all.” Grim says surprised.

They recall what Leona and the other Savanaclaw students did in reality, injuring potential players from any other dorm and starting a stampede among the people in an attempt to crush Malleus underfoot. Sebek still gets angry when he remembers it.

“Thinking back on it...” Silver says. “I heard it was Jack who revealed what Savanaclaw was plotting.”

“Yeah, and it took a whole lotta work to get him to spill, too.” Grim tells. “He kept ramblin' on about all sortsa macho stuff like his ‘path’.”

“It's understandable that Jack was conflicted.” Azul says. “While our school does allow dorm transfers, selling out one's dormmates could very easily lead to retaliation.”

They continue talking about how difficult that must have been for Jack, especially because he looked up to Leona way before he even enrolled at Night Raven College.

“Turning against the houseworden of your own dorm...” Silver says. “Not to mention someone you admire... Considering Jack had only just started school at Night Raven, that must have taken a lot of determination for him. His bravery and integrity should be commended.”

In contrast, Idia and Azul comment that most students at that school view upperclassmen as thorns in their side and underclassmen as handy erranh boys.

But in that dream, Jack never had any conflict with his housewarden. Similar to Sebek's dream. But how could you wake him up? Especially with those versions of Leona and Ruggie by his side? Because of Jack's view of Leona and Ruggie (how much of a fanboy he was of them) these versions of them were both possibly much stronger than the real Leona and Ruggie.

“So how do we wake Jack up non-violently...” Idia thinks out loud. “...and weaken darkness-Leona while we're at it? Hrrrmmm... Aha! How's this for an idea?”

You and the others enter the field and approach Jack and the fake Leona and Ruggie as soon as they finish a game and before they start another.

You either say “Hey, um, do you have a moment?” or “Excuse meee!”

The three beastmen look at you and to your surprise, Jack smiles excitedly and starts wagging his tail happily.

“(Y/N)! Have you been watching me practice? Why didn't you say anything?”

“Maybe to make sure you focus on the game?” Fake Leona says with a smirk.

“I always focus on the game, sir.” Jack retorts determinedly.

“Oh yeah?” Fake Ruggie smirks. “So what happened last time?”

“L-last time?”

“Yeah, remember? You were supposed to pass the disc to me, but when you heard (Y/N) cheering for you, you decided to go straight for the goal yourself.”

“I... um... I’m sorry for that, Ruggie-senpai.” Jack says, embarrassed.

“You're lucky you scored.” Fake Leona comments. “If not, I would have made you throw discs in a row all night.”

Jack rubs his neck in embarrassment as the fake Leona and Ruggie smile to mess with him. And this is when the others announce that you all are there because you want to challenge Savanaclaw to a spelldrive practice game.

“Let's see.” Fake Ruggie says. “A talking cat, a magic-less freshman, a couple of pampered Equestrian Club members, and some egghead Board Game Club members... Ah hah hah! No offence (Y/N), but what kind of team are you guys supposed to be? Our team'll have you guys laid out in the dirt in five seconds tops. You might wanna turn around and go back the way you came if you don't wanna get hurt.”

The other Savanaclaw students laugh.

“Especially you, (Y/N). I mean, I don't mind knocking your friends to the ground but, you know, I'd rather not risk hurting you.” Fake Ruggie comes closer to you and practically whispers. “I don't want to get on Jack's bad side.”

Before you could ask why he was saying that and why they were treating you in a kind of special way, Azul enters the scene to convince them to accept playing with your group.

“Dear me... How could you laugh so cruelly? We're trying SO very hard to train up for the spelldrive tournament.”

Azul uses his silver tongue and, as predicted, Jack falls for his lies and consequently the versions of Leona and Ruggie that his dream created. Believing that the people in your group are also there for... noble reasons... wanting to improve for themselves and for their dorms.

The real Leona would never fall for Azul's manipulation and would know that simply accepting could be enough for Azul to get what he wanted. He would probably continue to deny playing against Azul and say he was tired and would sleep somewhere. Knowing that accepting any proposal from one of Octavinelle's students, no matter how small and insignificant, could entail risks that were still unknown to him. Which proves how fake Leona in this dream is when he accepts the game, even if he later uses the excuse that he himself can learn something from your team, even if it is very little. The real Leona would never waste time on small game.

Jack is excited about this but still he turns to Azul and says in a quite serious way:

“On one condition!... MC doesn't play.”

“WHAT?!” Azul and everyone in your group is surprised. “Why not?”

“If you really want to train seriously with us, we won't go easy on you. We’ll play with the same fervor as a serious game. Which means...” Jack pauses for a second, his shoulders slump slightly and he sighs before looking at you. “I don't want to risk hurting you.”

“What? Come on, I may not have magic but that doesn't mean I'm that weak. I've played spelldrive before.”

“Yes, with us. And the truth is that I was always being careful. Listen, I'm not saying you're weak, I just...”

“Hey, why don't you go get ready for the game?” Leona tells your teammates. “You’re really going to need it.” He smirks and with fake Ruggie takes everyone away from you and Jack.

“(Y/N), it's not that I don't want you to play, or that I don't want you to play against me, it's just...” His ears go down and you see a little worry in his eyes. “When we play seriously, we have no problem being violent. Leona, Ruggie, and I have all sent opponents to the infirmary at some point. If you play with those guys, I won't be able to play at my best because I'll be more concerned with making sure you don't get hurt. That or...” He looks down, afraid of his own thoughts.

You understand Jack and even feel flattered by it all, but you know there's something you're missing. He has a soft heart that he tries to hide (he's a tsundere) and you know it, but he seems to be less concerned about hiding the fact that he cares about and likes you than usual.

“Jack...” You wonder. “Is it just me or are you more... sincere with your feelings than usual? Usually you're like: ‘Not that I like you or anything...’” You say imitating his stubbornness.

“Not that I like you?!” Jack seems offended. “Well... um...” He rubs his neck. “Actually, you're right. I really was like that before we started dating, wasn't I?. But why would I try to hide my feelings from you now?”

“Jack!” Leona calls him before you can react to what Jack just said. “We have a game to play. Get that chit-chat over with!”

“YES SIR!” Jack says before turning back to you. “You're not upset, are you?” He asks you like a puppy scared of having done something wrong.

You say no and that you understand his side. You even add that you will be watching and rooting for him.

“Rooting for me?” He laughs. “I thought you were on the opposing team. Hah hahaha. Thanks. I love you.” He smiles and kisses your cheek affectionately before turning to head back to the field.

You see the members of your team looking at you with wide eyes.

“WAIT!” Idia, or rather his hologram, realizes. “This variable changes all calculations! We don't need to play anymore! We can just-”

But it was too late and the whistle blew for the game to start.

You see them play for quite a while. Silver and Sebek seem to be the only ones who are a match for Savanaclaw, and Ortho has the advantage of being a technomantic humanoid. Idia is a hologram that, like the real Idia, prefers to do only and exclusively the minimum possible. And Azul...

“You're sweating badly, Azul.” Silver notices, concerned. “You look like you're on the verge of passing out. I'm calling time out! Sebek, get us some water!”

While the others helped Azul, the hologram-Idia quickly walked over to you on the stands.

“Hey, what was that with Jack before the game started?” Idia asks you, but not in a mocking way like you would expect. “He's dreaming that the two of you have a relationship, isn't he?”

You confirm.

“Are you two dating in real life?”

You deny.

“Then we can use that to wake him up! What do you remember about what actually happened and what is happening here? What discrepancies can you find other than you and Jack not dating?”

You think for a moment and the truth is that you and Jack barely knew each other at the time of the spelldrive tournament. And now that you think about how you met him, it was because of your investigation into the accidents that were happening to players from the other dorms.

“HA-HAH! That is perfect!” Idia shouts excitedly and with that kind of psycho smile. “If you could talk to him and remind him of this he will definitely wake up. And you don't even have to worry about the NPCs, since they can't hurt you without going against Jack's ideal of a happy dream. Heheheheh! ... Um... why do I suddenly feel watched?”

You look ahead at the field and see Jack staring at Idia like a guard dog.

“He's looking at me, isn't he? Heeep! Don't tell me he's one of those jealous blockheads who doesn't like to see you around other guys!”

You vehemently deny this and say that even though Jack has his eyes on Idia, he seems quite calm. He is protective, not possessive.

“Well, you know him, I hope you're right and aren't just seeing this through pink-colored glasses. Anyway, try to talk to him ASAP! This sportsmanship themed dream is sickening. Metaphorically for me... Literally for Azul. Pff, heheh.”

As Idia walks away you call Jack to come to you. He seems to ask Leona for permission to do so and only after he nods does Jack come running to you.

“Hey, you weren't uncomfortable with me looking, were you?” Jack asks considerately “I was just checking on you. I didn't know you and Idia-senpai got along. But I shouldn't be surprised, should I?” He smiles. “Anyone who meets you would want to get along with you. You're just that great to have by one's side.” His tail starts wagging happily without him realizing it.

“Hey, Jack...?” You ask, despite how flattered you are by his affectionate words. “Do you remember how we met?”

“Hm? Of course I do, but why that question all of a sudden?”

You think quickly and say that was what you and Idia were talking about.

“You were talking about how we met? Why?... Oh, was it because he didn't know we were dating? You never told him?”

“Oh, you know, that subject never came up. We don't talk to each other that much either. We only get along when he's out of his room or needs to get ou of it. You know, I'm one of the few people he feels... least uncomfortable with. Just that.”

“I see, It makes sense. I don't think I would ever say I was dating if I wasn't asked directly. Or if someone flirted with me. You asked if I remember how we met. Of course I do!” His smile comes back. “I saw you and some students from Heartslabyul playing Spelldrive against Leona, Ruggie and other Savanaclaw students at the Stadium of our dorm. When I saw you, you were losing... and Leona and Ruggie were...”

“What's that? You givin' up already?” He remembers Leona telling you guys, who were clearly exhausted and asking to end it.

“Shyeheehee! Where'd all that swagger go?” Ruggie had said.

“On your feet, herbivores. We're having a rematch!” Leona had said with an evil smirk.

As he remembers this, Jack's dream begins to distort.

“They were... tormenting you...? No! That can't be. I remember going to you to find out what was going on and...”

“Huh? We're just having a little fun with some trespassers.” Leona had told Jack.

“What's fun about tormenting amateur players?” Jack had retorted.

“What's thiiis?” Ruggie had joined. “Look at you, Jack! Heroically standing up for the downtrodden! How woefully admirable. Shyeheehee!”

“I'm just saying this is a disgusting spectacle and I don't wanna have to see it.”

“Well, thanks. Now you've ruined all our fun.” Leona had told him.

The dream distorts even more violently and Jack's head begins to hurt. At that moment ,darkness  Leona and Ruggie ran towards the two of you.

“Jack! What's wrong?” Leona asks worriedly.

“I... I'm not sure, but... I... I’m fine.” Jack reassures him with that impressive resistance of his. “I just-”

“You should go back to the field.” Leona proceeds, seriously. “You and (Y/N) are goin’ through a difficult time in your relationship, but now is not the time to resolve that. I warned you Jack, romance with a hervivor never goes well...”

“You... WHAT?!” Jack is shocked.

“Yeah, since you started dating, your performance in games has dropped.” Ruggie joins Leona. “Are you sure they’re a good influence? What were they tellin’ you now?”

“What? How dare you-” Jack was starting to get irritated.

“We're just looking out for our freshman.” Leona says with a smug smile. “We’re your upperclassmen, you can trust us. You should trust us.”

“You're right... I should trust you...” Jack says and you try to reason with him, but then he continues. “But I can’t...” He turns to you. “(Y/N), what were you doing in Savanaclaw that day?”

“Jack! Don't be stubborn! Listen to US!” Leona tried to demand Jack’s attention, but he completely ignored him and focused on you.

“We were investigating a series of suspicious incidents with players from other dorms.” You remember. “And that brought us to Savanaclaw.”

“And I knew...” Jack continues, the dream distorting around him. “I knew what was going on... Hrk! They were... Augh... AAAAAUGH!”

Jack remembers what really happened and the dream breaks.

“I should trust my upperclassmen...” Jack tells Leona and Ruggie. “But I can’t. Not only did you go around injuring potential players for other dorms' teams... But on the day of the tournament, you weaponize the spectators against Diasomnia. I...”

Tears begin to form in his eyes.

“When I saw Night Raven College's interdorm spelldrive tournament on TV... I was riveted by the way Savanaclaw played. Each formation executed like a perfectly synchronized pack of beasts closing in on its hapless prey. It wasn't just about flashy magic. They played to each player's unique traits. I watched the recording more times than I can count. I looked up to you all so much! And then, as soon as I enrolled here, I learned about the nasty plan you were hatching. It burned me up... You were so obsessed with winning, you guys threw away what made you such a great team! I wanted so desperately to make you guys realize that. But I couldn't do anything by myself. That's why I... I... *sniff*”

That's why he told you everything he knew.

“Oh, Jack...” Fake Leona says, too calmly. “You've woken up. Poor guy.”

They try to convince Jack to go back to his happy dream, saying that it was very mean of you to make him remember. A dark fog forms around you and fake Leona and Ruggie’s skins turns ink black.

“C'mon, pup. Be a good boy and c'mere. Shyeheehee!”

Jack realizes that his upperclassmen in that dream would never pull any nasty tricks. They wouldn't use underhanded methods to injure players, or act irresponsibly and throw away all their hard work. But those upperclassmen don't exist! Those weren't the ones he looked up to, the ones he wanted do go all out. He didn't want to fight alongside fakes, he was going to clear his own path. And so, the fight against those darkness figures begins.

Unfortunately, even after defeating the darkness, Jack still attacks your fellow dream travelers. He was convinced that you were all fakes too. A fight between Jack and the others ensues until he realizes that the people he is fighting are too strong to be fake. He accepts this, but still looks specifically at you suspiciously.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask him. “You don’t believe that I’m real too?”

Jack doesn't respond right away, he just lowers his ears slightly and looks hesitant.

“Well... I want to believe you're real, but...” He tells you as the others talk amongst themselves. He rubs the back of his neck, slightly embarrassed. “Y-you are so perfect.”

“P-perfect?!”

“Yes, you are trustworthy, kind, supportive, smart, beautiful... It's hard, after all this, to believe that someone like you really exists.” Jack says all this with his straight face, he's not even flirting, he's just being sincere.

You can't help but be flustered. What makes him chuckle and add 'cute' to the list. You end up taking this opportunity to tell him everything you like about him too. Which makes him blush more than you.

“Whoa, time out!” You hear Ortho say to Azul “We need to get Jack up to speed. He'll need the tablet to watch the video!”

“What video...?” Jack turns his attention to others.

Upon discovering that it was all a dream and what was happening, Jack begins to feel revolted and ashamed of himself for having fallen under the illusion of Malleus' spell. But then, when he realizes that you are REALLY you and remembers that he was dreaming that you two were dating...

“Um... Can I speak to you in private for a moment?” He asks you, trying hard not to show how embarrassed he really feels.

You accept and he asks the others to excuse you two, but not exactly as a polite request, more as a friendly warning for them not dare to interrupt you.

“Um... I just wanted to know if...” He rubs his neck, and looks away from your eyes for a moment. “Did I say or do something that made you uncomfortable?” He looks back at you after gaining the courage to face you. “I don't remember what I did, I just know that...”

You tell him that he doesn't have to worry, that he didn't say or do anything wrong. All that time he was always the gentleman you knew him to be. You say that all he did was kiss you on the cheek and tell you that he loved you. He blushes when he hears this, but then you reveal how much you liked it and confess that you like him back.

He doesn't say anything the whole time you tell him everything you like about him, but his tail wags faster and faster with each word.

“I know this is a dream, but I don't think I need or want to wait until we're back in reality to ask you this.” He tells you with a burning passion in his eyes. “I'm real, you're real, and the feelings we just confessed to each other are real too. So...” He holds your hands and gently pulls you closer, looking into your eyes with exclusive affection. “Would you like... to make our relationship real too? Would you date me? I will be yours forever, if you accept to be mine too. And I will cherish you every day and do my best to make you happy, just as you make me happy. So... do you... want that too?” He smiles lovingly, a smile you've never seen before.

As soon as you agree to date him, he grabs you by the waist, lifts you up until you're leaning on his chest and kisses your lips to seal the deal. You can feel the passion in that kiss, the longing. Until he breaks it slowly, but without putting you back on the ground yet.

“Sorry, I got carried away.”

But you kiss him again, to reassure him that he did nothing wrong. In fact, he was doing everything right.

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[jadeshifting]

— A GUIDE TO CLASSES AT EVER AFTER HIGH.

MYTHOLOGY. taught by Mrs. Psyche

this class delves into the legendary tales and divine histories of various magical realms, exploring the origins, powers, and legacies of gods, mythical creatures, and legendary heroes. Mrs. Psyche, an expert in ancient lore and celestial wisdom, guides students through epic sagas, divine rivalries, and the cultural significance of myths across Ever After. expect interactive lessons, dramatic reenactments, and the occasional visit from an actual deity if you’re lucky—or very unlucky

HOMEWORK. expect essays on the morals and hidden meanings in classic myths, plus creative assignments like rewriting a legend with a modern twist PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. show curiosity about myths from all cultures and always be respectful of love deities—Mrs. Psyche takes their stories very seriously AVOID MISHAPS. don’t mix up gods from different pantheons in your presentations—calling Zeus “a Norse deity” is a one-way ticket to an exasperated sigh

KINGDOM MANAGEMENT. taught by Mrs. Her Majesty, the White Queen

future rulers, nobles, and aspiring leaders learn the ins and outs of running a kingdom, from diplomacy and lawmaking to organizing grand balls and handling royal scandals. the White Queen, known for her composed yet commanding leadership, teaches strategy, ethics, and governance through real-world scenarios, often incorporating Wonderlandian logic puzzles to test students’ problem-solving skills under pressure

HOMEWORK. drafting decrees, designing economic policies, and writing conflict resolution strategies fit for ruling a kingdom PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. always address her formally, take notes in impeccable script, and never question the importance of royal protocol AVOID MISHAPS. never suggest solving political disputes with a sword—she insists that diplomacy, not duels, is the mark of a true ruler

ADVANCED ELFONOMICS. taught by the esteemed Fairy Queen

this elite course teaches students the intricate financial magic behind running a kingdom, from managing enchanted trade routes to understanding the unpredictable fluctuations of the golden bean stock market. the Fairy Queen, with her keen business acumen and ancient fae wisdom, ensures her students master the art of wealth accumulation, resource allocation, and the occasional negotiation with mischievous leprechauns

HOMEWORK. balancing enchanted budgets, predicting market trends in fairy-tale economies, and occasional field trips to enchanted banks filled with gold PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. keep your calculations accurate and your economic theories sound—Fairy Godmother investments rely on precision, not guesswork AVOID MISHAPS. don’t accept enchanted gold from leprechauns or trickster fairies—it will vanish overnight, and your grade will disappear with it

GRIMMNASTICS. taught by Coach Gingerbreadman

a fast-paced, action-packed class that combines acrobatics, endurance, and skills fit for any fairytale hero or heroine. with Coach Gingerbreadman’s lightning-fast speed and high-energy training style, students practice enchanted obstacle courses, daring escapes, and storybook stunts that would make even the most daring adventurer sweat. the class focuses on developing strength, flexibility, coordination, and agility, blending magical elements with traditional gymnastics techniques

HOMEWORK. none! ( whew ) but in class, expect daily obstacle courses, tower-climbing drills, and team challenges that involve fleeing from imaginary witches PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. keep up, move fast, and don’t complain—Coach G is all about agility and endurance, and he does’t slow down. ever AVOID MISHAPS. never eat anything left unattended in the gym—there’s a 50/50 chance it’s either an energy-boosting enchanted snack or a curse-laced trick. you never know!

CHEMYTHSTRY. taught by Professor Rumplestiltskin

a mix of potions, alchemy, and enchanted chemistry, this course teaches students how to brew everything from love potions to transformation elixirs—if they can handle Professor Rumplestiltskin’s cryptic riddles and tricky assignments. with an emphasis on magical reactions and the delicate balance of ingredients, students must be precise, or they may find themselves accidentally cursed or turned into gold

HOMEWORK. brewing potions, analyzing alchemical reactions, and testing the properties of enchanted elements PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. follow instructions to the letter—Rumplestiltskin loves precision and has a zero-tolerance patience for careless spell-mixing AVOID MISHAPS. never, under any circumstances, agree to any kind of “trade” with the professor in exchange for an easier assignment. it’s not worth it, trust me

DAMSEL - IN - DISTRESSING CLASS. taught by Madam Maid Marian

a staple for traditional storybook heroines, this class teaches the fine art of swooning at the right moment, perfecting the helpless-yet-charming gaze, and calling for help in a voice that carries across enchanted forests. Madam Maid Marian ensures her students master the delicate balance between appearing vulnerable while subtly manipulating the situation to their advantage—because even the most distressed damsels know how to work a fairytale in their favor

HOMEWORK. practicing swooning, perfecting a well-timed gasp, and composing letters of woe to imaginary rescuers PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. always act appropriately dramatic when learning proper distress techniques—anything less than peak theatrics is disappointing AVOID MISHAPS. don’t accidentally outshine the prince in a rescue simulation—nothing gets you on her bad side faster than saving yourself ( no matter how blitheringly useless your rescuer may be )

CREATIVE STORYTELLING. taught by Professor Jack B. Nimble

in this dynamic and expressive class, students learn how to craft compelling narratives, whether for written tales, theatrical performances, or enchanting oral traditions. Professor Jack B. Nimble, known for his quick wit and lively teaching style, encourages students to think outside the storybook and experiment with different genres, endings, and perspectives, ensuring their own tales are just as spellbinding as the ones that came before them

HOMEWORK. writing fairytales with unexpected endings, crafting riddles, and creating engaging oral stories to be performed in class PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. be witty, be original, and never deliver a boring story—Professor Jack lives for quick thinking and clever twists ( students still whisper about the time he literally fell asleep in the middle of a student’s story ) AVOID MISHAPS. avoid clichés at all costs—it says in the syllabus that if he hears “once upon a time” too often, he might jump out the window in protest

ADVANCED VILLAINY. taught by Mr. Badwolf

for those embracing their darker destinies ( or just wanting to understand the mind of a villain—it’s an elective, too ) this class explores the art of scheming, deception, and tactical villainy. Mr. Badwolf, with his menacing charm and years of experience causing trouble, teaches students how to craft masterful monologues, execute dramatic entrances, and plan foolproof plots—complete with an emphasis on avoiding the classic pitfalls that lead to a villain’s downfall

HOMEWORK. devising foolproof villainous schemes and identifying weak points in heroic plans. bonus points for sabotaging another student’s assignment PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. show ambition, strategy, and more than a little bit of wicked flair—Mr. Badwolf respects students who think like masterminds AVOID MISHAPS. don't act heroic in class—while he tolerates reform-minded students, he won’t hesitate to assign extra homework as punishment if he feels anyone's too generous or kindhearted

FASHION DESIGN. taught by Mrs. Fairy Godmother

a dream-come-true class for aspiring designers, where students learn to craft magical ensembles, enchant fabrics, and create garments that are both stylish and spellbinding. with Mrs. Fairy Godmother’s expertise in transformation magic, students practice stitching together gowns that change color at midnight, boots that walk on air, and accessories infused with fairy dust. bonus points for those who can design an outfit fit for a royal ball and an epic quest. the class blends traditional design principles with a touch of enchantment, encouraging students to create outfits that reflect their unique personalities and tell their own fairy tales

HOMEWORK. creating mood boards, sketching outfits, and crafting magical garments with enchanted fabrics PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. always keep your workspace neat and clean, and your designs fabulous—Mrs. Fairy Godmother has high standards for both AVOID MISHAPS. never leave unfinished projects unattended—one rogue swish of a wand, and your dress might sprout wings or turn into a pumpkin

BEAST TRAINING & CARE. taught by Professor Poppa Bear

from training fire-breathing dragons to taming mischievous talking mice, this class prepares students for handling all manner of enchanted creatures. with his warm but no-nonsense approach, Professor Poppa Bear teaches students how to communicate with beasts, provide proper magical care, and even ride or befriend some of Ever After’s most fearsome ( or snuggly ) creatures. the class emphasizes the importance of empathy, respect, and responsible stewardship when interacting with enchanted beings

HOMEWORK. taking notes on enchanted creature encounters you have outside of class, studying their habitats, and practicing magical grooming techniques. assignments are much easier for students who have their own mystic beast as a pet PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. be patient, compassionate, and firm—Professor Poppa Bear believes good beast tamers must balance kindness with authority, and he won't hesitate to crack down on students he feels aren't being tolerant and kind with the creatures AVOID MISHAPS. always double-check what you're feeding the creatures—accidentally giving a griffin a fire-breathing potion will not end well

CROWNCULUS. taught by Mrs. Her Majesty, the White Queen

a blend of advanced mathematics and royal economics, this class teaches students how to manage kingdom finances, calculate treasure values, and strategize for economic prosperity. the White Queen ensures that students grasp complex numerical concepts while also understanding the practical application of numbers in ruling a kingdom, proving that math isn’t just about numbers—it’s about power and magic, too

HOMEWORK. solving royal tax equations, balancing enchanted budgets, and calculating castle construction costs PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. always show your work neatly on your notes, respect the logic of numbers, and never bring chaos into her perfectly ordered classroom. loose fairy dust or torn paper is a one-way ticket to getting sent out to the hallway AVOID MISHAPS. never argue that "magic can just fix the math"—that’s a fast track to an exasperated glare and extra equations ( though she'll pretend you were chosen at random for them )

ADVANCED WOOING. taught by Dr. King Charming

whether it’s serenading a princess from a castle tower or sweeping a prince off his feet at a royal ball, this class covers the fine art of courtship. Dr. King Charming, an expert in chivalry and romance, teaches students how to compose love letters, master ballroom etiquette, and perfect the dramatic, wind-blown hair flip. special guest lectures from famed love interests ensure students are well-versed in only the most effective wooing techniques ever after

HOMEWORK. writing needlessly lengthy sonnets, practicing your dramatic entrance, and perfecting grand romantic gestures PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. exude confidence, use flowery language, and always demonstrate princely manners—Dr. Charming believes wooing is an art, and it helps if you act with decorum even outside of tests and assignments AVOID MISHAPS. don’t mix up your love letters—accidentally delivering the wrong one can lead to legendary levels of fairytale drama ( Dr. Charming won't admit how he knows, but he seems suspiciously adamant on it )

COOKING CLASS - IC. taught by Professor Momma Bear

a cozy yet rigorous class where students learn everything from baking enchanted pastries to brewing hearty, storybook-worthy stews. Professor Momma Bear, warm but strict, teaches students the magic of home-cooked meals and how to avoid common culinary disasters—like accidentally putting a sleeping spell in the soup ( more common than you’d think. shocking, i know. ) bonus points for anyone who can craft a meal fit for both a royal banquet and a humble woodland picnic

HOMEWORK. baking enchanted pastries, perfecting porridge temperatures, and learning potion-infused cooking in the communal kitchens—they're open late at night, which is when lots of students do their best work PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. follow the recipe to a T, respect the kitchen space, and always clean up after yourself—Professor Momma Bear runs a strict but cozy classroom, and surfaces need to be crumb-free for that to happen AVOID MISHAPS. never leave the oven unattended—one careless mistake and your muffins might gain sentience ( or explode )

DARK SORCERY. taught by Baba Yaga

for those required to ( or foolish enough to ) dabble in the shadows, this class explores the ancient and forbidden arts of dark magic. Baba Yaga, cryptic and terrifyingly wise, teaches students the ethics of wielding power, the risks of curses and hexes, and how to summon forces beyond mortal comprehension—strictly for academic purposes… of course. students who can keep up with her demanding lessons will most certainly find themselves walking the fine line between greatness and peril, just as intended

HOMEWORK. expect assignments on hexes, shadow magic, and extremely ethically questionable but highly effective spellcasting techniques PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. be respectful, but not a suck up... listen carefully, but don't hang onto her every word... and never waste her time—Baba Yaga is a fickle old witch who does not tolerate foolishness AVOID MISHAPS. don’t touch any of the professor’s personal artifacts—one single misstep, and you might find yourself cursed for a week ( or a lifetime )

WOODSHOP. taught by Mr. Geppetto

in this hands-on class, students learn the craftsmanship of enchanted carpentry, from crafting magical furniture to carving living marionettes ( though talking puppets are strictly optional. ) taught by the legendary woodcarver Geppetto, the course emphasizes precision, patience, and the importance of working with enchanted materials—because nobody wants a table that turns into a frog mid-banquet

HOMEWORK. crafting intricate wooden figures, repairing broken fairytale objects, and designing enchanted furniture to be presented to the class while Geppetto ooh-s and aah-s encouragingly and inspects it from every angle PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. pay attention to detail, measure at least twice before cutting, and never be careless with your tools ( wouldn't wanna lose a finger... or more ) AVOID MISHAPS. never bring anything to life by accident—Mr. Geppetto still has opinions about unexpected animated puppets, most of them aren't as perfect as his

DEBATE. taught by Mrs. Her Majesty, the White Queen

a battle of wits, logic, and eloquence, this class teaches students how to construct compelling arguments, navigate royal negotiations, and win verbal duels with precision. The White Queen is a master of both reason and Wonderlandian riddles, and she ensures her students can debate everything from kingdom policies to whether a dragon’s hoard should be considered taxable income. though, of course, you always have to shake your opponents hand before and after a debate—and sometimes halfway through, too ( “debate is nothing without decorum, dears” the teacher chirps. )

HOMEWORK. researching historical disputes, and crafting persuasive speeches and arguments to perform in class PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. speak clearly, argue with logic, and maintain perfect etiquette—she values reason and refinement above all else. a perfectly crafted argument could be given zero-sum marks if you use foul language while presenting it AVOID MISHAPS. don’t descend into nonsense logic—Mrs. Her Majesty and the subject of debate as a whole has no room for "because I said so" as a defense

GEOGRAFAIRY. taught by Professor Jack B. Nimble

a whirlwind tour that covers every enchanted land, hidden kingdom, and magical realm, this class ensures students can navigate their way through both real and mythical landscapes. Mr. Jack B. Nimble, quick on his feet and sharp in his knowledge, teaches students how to read enchanted maps, locate legendary landmarks, and survive the treacherous terrains of places like the Swamps of Sorrow or the shifting sands of the Ever After Desert

HOMEWORK. memorizing magical trade routes, mapping enchanted forests, and planning efficient royal journeys, especially for high-stakes travel like royal carriages or valuable trade stocks PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. stay sharp, think fast, and always be ready for pop quizzes—Professor Jack moves just as quickly as his name suggests AVOID MISHAPS. don't mistake one enchanted swamp for another—some have quicksand, others have talking alligators, and both will fail you the test

DRAGON SLAYING. taught by Dr. King Charming

an action-packed course for aspiring heroes and knights, this class covers everything from identifying dragon species to the safest techniques for confronting ( or befriending ) them. Dr. King Charming, ever the gallant warrior, teaches battle tactics, shieldwork, and the art of delivering a victorious speech while standing atop a defeated beast. students are encouraged to find creative, non-lethal ways to deal with dragons—because a slayed dragon often makes for a very angry dragon mother ( you don’t wanna deal with one of those )

HOMEWORK. designing battle strategies, practicing swordplay ( safely and with supervision ), and studying legendary dragon encounters PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. be courageous ( he hates students who cower ) and cultivate a healthy respect for dragonkind—Dr. Charming does not tolerate arrogance or killing out of malice AVOID MISHAPS. never mistake a friendly dragon for a feral one—Dr. Charming is not amused by unnecessary heroics or violence without reason

RIDDLING. taught by Professor Sphinx

a brain-twisting class that challenges students to master the art of riddles, trick questions, and mind-bending wordplay. Professor Sphinx, with her cryptic wisdom and smug amusement, pushes students to think in loops, uncover hidden meanings, and craft riddles so clever that they impress even her. only those with quick wits and sharper tongues will excel. there’s a silent booth tucked into the back of class where students can take solace in five minute time-outs if they get a riddle-induced brain-ache

HOMEWORK. solving some of the most famous and ancient riddles from fairytale history, crafting the trickiest trick questions, and debating paradoxes ( there has to be some end ) ( spoiler alert: there isn't ) PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. think outside the box and embrace the art of wordplay, she appreciates students who attempt to match her riddlish intellect ( though they never fully can. ) never give an obvious answer—she doesn't tolerate laziness AVOID MISHAPS. don't answer a riddle too quickly—Professor Sphinx loves watching students squirm in confusion, she'll snap if you think one is "too easy"

POISON FRUIT THEORY. taught by Mr. Henchman

a darkly fascinating course that delves into the study of enchanted produce, venomous flora, and the alchemy of cursed concoctions. Mr. Henchman, an expert in apple-related treachery from first-hand witnessing, ( and doing most of the dirty work himself shhhh ) teaches students how to identify, craft, and counteract, certain poisons—purely for academic purposes… of course. only the most careful and exceedingly precise students avoid an accidental nap at some point

HOMEWORK. identifying toxic ingredients, testing non-lethal potions, and studying famous fairytale poisonings—students are absolutely not permitted to handle lethal poisons outside of class time, no matter how funny Mr. Henchman thinks it would be PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. be cunning, precise, and always ask about antidotes—surprisingly enough Mr. Henchman values ambition and intelligence over blind villainy AVOID MISHAPS. this should go without saying, but don’t ever eat anything from the classroom—regardless of whether it’s an extra-credit challenge or a standard study subject, it’s all dangerous

HISTORY OF TALL TALES. taught by Professor Paul Bunyan

a larger-than-life class where students study the greatest exaggerations in folklore, from beanstalk-climbing farm boys to men who lasso tornadoes. Professor Paul Bunyan, with his booming voice and legendary stature, teaches the importance of hyperbole, embellishment, and how a good story can shape the world. except storytelling assignments where size does matter, and extra credit for every surreptitious golden object you can cram into your tale

HOMEWORK. exaggerating your own legendary feats into tall tales, researching folklore heroes, and reenacting famous larger-than-life moments PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. show enthusiasm for exaggerated storytelling and never question the truth of a tall tale—Professor Bunyan appreciates a good yarn, says puzzling into it "takes away the fun" AVOID MISHAPS. don’t get caught underestimating the size of the stories—or of Professor Bunyan’s pet blue ox, Babe

DIPLOMACY 101. taught by Mrs. Fairy Godmother

an essential course for future rulers, ambassadors, and anyone hoping to survive royal politics, this class covers the art of negotiation, conflict resolution, and fairy-tale-level etiquette. Mrs. Fairy Godmother, an expert in wish-granting diplomacy, ensures that students can turn any total pumpkin of a situation into a golden carriage of opportunity—preferably before midnight

HOMEWORK. drafting peace treaties, mediating minor disputes between friends or classmates, and practicing polite yet firm negotiation techniques PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. mind your manners, choose your words wisely, and never raise your voice—Mrs. Fairy Godmother believes in charm over conflict, and that manners always win AVOID MISHAPS. try not to use magic to solve conflicts too quickly—diplomacy requires finesse and effort, not a bibbidi-bobbidi-bandaid

CASTLE DESIGN. taught by the Three Little Pigs

a structural and aesthetic architecture class that teaches students how to design the perfect castle, from grand ballrooms to impenetrable fortresses, and everything else a benevolent ruler ( or evil sorcerer ) could need from their abode. the Three Little Pigs, having learned their lesson more than once after their own architectural mishaps, are now experts at crafting with only the pinnacle of quality materials, and they guide students through the balance of beauty and functionality, ensuring that no tower is too tall and every drawbridge is both sturdy and stylish

HOMEWORK. drafting blueprints, constructing model castles, and ensuring defenses against huffing and puffing in your structures PLEASE THE PROFESSORS. always prioritize structural integrity in your projects—they still have very, very strong opinions about weak materials AVOID MISHAPS. never, ever suggest using straw or sticks unless you want a three-pig class-long lecture on the merits of proper fortification

BEWITCHING SONG. taught by Ms. Aquata of Atlantis

a mesmerizing music class where students learn the magic of vocal enchantment, from siren songs that lure sailors to sleep, all the way to battle hymns that rally armies. Ms. Aquata, hailing from the royal family of Atlantis with her haunting voice and knowledge of forbidden harmonies, trains students in the delicate balance of melody and power—reminding them that some songs come at a price

HOMEWORK. composing enchantments through song, practicing vocal spells, and analyzing the most famous fairytale musical enchantments ( of course, the teacher is partial to songs from the tale of the Little Mermaid, though she pretends she doesn't have favorites ) PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. stay in tune and on key, embrace the magical melodies, and never mock merfolk music—Ms. Aquata takes her siren songs very seriously, even if they sound like dolphin noises to the untrained ear AVOID MISHAPS. avoid singing the wrong notes—one slip, and you might accidentally charm your classmates into an impromptu dance number ( music magic can be... fickle )

ANGER MAGICMENT. taught by Mr. Badwolf

a course designed for students with fiery tempers and villainous bloodlines, this class focuses on channeling rage productively instead of, say, blowing houses down. Mr. Badwolf ( you know… the Big Bad Wolf ) with his own history of temper issues, teaches students techniques in deep breathing, mindfulness, and how to redirect fury into something slightly less destructive—like competitive sports instead of rampaging through villages

HOMEWORK. journaling your emotional responses on the day-to-day, practicing breathing exercises, and resolving conflict without growling PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. keep your temper in check, use calming techniques, and don’t provoke classmates—Mr. Badwolf knows firsthand how bad anger issues can get, he has no tolerance for trying to set off others AVOID MISHAPS. never howl in frustration—it sets off an automatic... pack response from Mr. Badwolf, leaving him embarrassed and you in detention

EXPERIMENTAL FAIRY MATH. taught by Dr. Sandman

a mind-boggling fusion of numbers, magic, and dream logic, this class teaches students how to manipulate enchanted equations, calculate impossible probabilities, and solve numerical riddles that make reality bend. Dr. Sandman, a master of both dreamscapes and abstract concepts, guides students through numerical paradoxes and whimsical calculations that only make sense if you never think about them too hard

HOMEWORK. solving numerical paradoxes, creating reality-warping equations, and exploring mathematical dreamscapes—make sure you can get back to your dorm when you're done studying, though PLEASE THE PROFESSOR. keep an open mind, embrace dreamy logic, and don’t expect normal numbers—Dr. Sandman sees math through a magical lens, try to see things from his point of view AVOID MISHAPS. never fall asleep mid-equation—you might wake up inside a calculated alternate reality

[elieenaliak]

LOVE AND DEEPSPACE — AND THEIR HOBBIES IN FREE HOURS.

amongst the many hobbies of your beautiful hard working husband, one of them stood out the most: racing. zayne drives with such grace, he probably would have received 16 missed calls from whole cast of fast furious asking him to be part of the next movie. treating patients with such patience by day, racing by night… what a man! He can afford it after all, so why not? he is the type to make you fresh orange juice with pulp in the morning and then go outside drift so effortlessly, it makes professional racers question their entire careers. he doesn't even need a coach—he learns purely through vibes and sheer elegance. he steps into a car, smells the air, analyses, feels it, does a couple of stretches, and suddenly it's like watching poetry in motion. you have no idea how he does it, you're not about to question a racer who hugs the apex like it's his favourite granny-who can explode- and still flips the softest, fluffiest pancakes before the next shift in hospital.

xavier, on the other hand, has the raw power for basketball but none of the coordination. you made him join the basketball club, this man had to do something sportif after all! though he got very passionate about basketball he could not play. his idea of a "drabble" is launching the ball into another building, and if you ask him to do a serve, he’ll literally twerk- he is serving after all?

he gets the hang of it eventually—almost a full year later, when everyone else has already moved on to their next hobby. now he’s just waiting for the basketball season to come back so he can finally convince everyone to play with him again. poor thing. you can find him standing outside the court with his basketball, looking like a stray dog waiting to be let inside.

sylus is… passionate about tennis. let's just leave it at that. he swings the racket like he's trying to destroy all his enemies along with it, and any unfortunate soul who dares to play against him ends up fearing for their life. And no, zendaya would NOT call him to join the cast of next challengers movie- he will still arrange it- every ball he hits sounds like gunfire, and the courts have a dedicated "sylus damage fund" because he’s broken so many rackets, fences, and possibly the willpower of a few umpires. he can not play, but he doesn't believe in "low peasant" talk - the racket he accidently sended to the orbit made scientists go insane. news headlines for the next month were "A RACKET SPOTTED IN SPACE!! ALIENS ARE REAL?!"

there’s also rafayel. or "rafayel-the-fashion" as he calls himself. the man who buys everything-everything- that is trending, both for you and himself. "We gotta slay honey" he tells you while buying latest glamour lois luivitton purses-not that you complaining. The man, the artist, the diva- he feels the aesthetic whenever he walks to any room and he adjusts to it, he buys closes which match with room design, he slayes.

"Design is soo gnarly an-" and now as soon as his art editor who he asked politely-made-to come to his house at 3am to discuss his new art piece he straight away indulges in description of the piece, untill he spots something, he stops, he squints, he watches, he observes- he notices something even lucifer would have diarrhea out of from.

"IS THAT FAKE CHANEL ON YOU?!" he shrieked in utter horror, falling to the nearest sofa, clutching to his chest. He couldn't believe it, he couldn't! the shear audacity! To come into his house in....in....this!- it is 3 am -"oh, I think I am having have heart attack or heart dead whatever you people call it!" he wailed "this is,th- I HOPE SOMEOME FARTS INTO YOUR BREATHING MACHINE WHEN YOU GET OLDER, YOU FASHION TERRORIST!!"

someone actually did fart into editors breathing machine years later- rafayel made sure of it.....

and finally, there's caleb, apart from his many hundred jet models collection, he buys you underwear. now, when he met you in university he knew- knew that he needs to be in charge of your underwear department. Though he restricted himself in takeover of such honourable post until you two got married.

you lost him in the mall? no, you didn't, he is in lingerie section, nodding at some cheetah print lingerie's like it was some soldiers doing admirable job in serving their country. he doesn't even ask for help, he knows. he knows what he is buying, what size he is buying, he feels it and he is not embarrassed, no. this man watched so many documentaries on "art of lingerie" you are surprised he doesn't even open his own business. you kind of found it cute until he crossed- bended- the line like now with his: "Baby maybe we just need to take one cup bigger so i can put my hands through it, yeah?"- people turned around passing by, eyes wide, desperately trying to not make eye contact.

your eye twitched, hell you think even you whole brain twitched. with voice which could be mistakenly taken for sweet you smiled "Caleb?"

"Yes, pipsqueak?"

"I have a gun on me"

"Yes. pipsqueak." though his poker face didn't match the way he clutched the bra of your size from the section, size bigger magically disappearing in air - he threw it across the shop, if he doesn't see it nobody sees it..

@uzmacchiato dividers!

[fremedon]

I'm not making this a reblog because there have been a lot of posts this applies to and I'm sure there will be more.

But if you ever do find that perfectly pure candidate that you feel can vote for without morally compromising yourself--that person with a completely stainless career and no blood on their hands--they will still step into the morass created by all their predecessors. They will have blood on their hands from the moment they take office. The blood comes with the office. There is no way to avoid that.

If they want to not execute the evil and unjust laws which they have just sworn to faithfully execute, they will have the choice of flouting the law or changing it. Both of these are difficult, take time, and cannot be done by one person's fiat.

Laws are made by Congress; changing a law--even the worst one on the books! even that one!--means getting a majority of both houses on board. This is drastically easier if the president's party has a majority in both houses, but still requires coordinating literally hundreds of people to do what you want; if the president's party does not have that trifecta, it may simply be impossible until after the next elections.

Flouting the law--just deciding to ignore it--sets a worrisome precedent: In general, we would like the executive branch to follow the laws of the country! But beyond that, it is also difficult and also requires coordinating with hundreds of other people. The administrative state is designed to run on rails. The administration can hand down guidance on the interpretation of laws--which often as not gets challenged legally and needs to be resolved by the courts, which is a whole other level of complication and, currently, a whole other level of fucked up--but ordering federal agencies to violate the law wholesale is usually going to be a non-starter. Even when the law is bad. Until the law is actually changed, which, see above, sometimes the most that can be done is harm reduction--delay implementation, narrow the scope, tie it up in red tape.

And. Look. I want you to find that perfect candidate. I long for the day that someone can make it all the way into the highest office without ever compromising their morals. But if they do, they will become complicit with all the horrors their predecessors left to us. There is no way to dismantle those horrors without taking on some degree of complicity.

When the machine is covered so thickly with blood, pulling the off switch still gets blood on your hands.

[angelseraphines]

ೃ⁀➷ let the light in ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

╰┈➤ hwang in-ho x wife!reader imagine

a/n: i would like to give a special thank you to @lumillsie for the layout of this post and for the filter used on the header! there is a part one to this imagine, gods and monsters!

˚ ༘♡ the six-legged pentathlon had been an unforgiving challenge, following immediately after the tense ordeal of red light, green light. it was a game designed to push players to their limits, demanding perfect coordination and unwavering resolve. yet, despite the crushing pressure, you and your husband had been the deciding votes that ensured the games would continue. though it was a decision made out of necessity, it had not come without consequence. here, within the confines of the competition, hwang in-ho was not your husband, and you were not his wife. there were no tender reassurances, no whispered promises to endure together. you were merely 001 and 077, two strangers bound by unspoken loyalty.

˚ ༘♡ seong gi-hun had been the catalyst for in-ho’s unprecedented decision to shed his mask and walk among the players. a former victor, returning in defiance of the system, was an anomaly too intriguing for in-ho to ignore. his fascination was palpable, but you had your own reason for being here, one far more urgent and desperate. you could not let him face this alone. you loved him too much to stand by and watch from the shadows, even if it meant risking everything, including the life growing inside you and the young son you had left behind.

˚ ༘♡ “sorry about earlier, everyone,” in-ho said, his voice tranquil but edged with something indistinct. his expression was carefully composed, but you recognized the faint frown pulling at his lips. for a mere minute, your eyes met his, an instance of silent understanding passing between you before you forced yourself to look away.

˚ ༘♡ he had played the fourth game, spinning top, a deceptively simple contest that had nearly cost your team everything. his struggle had been apparent, his movements uncertain, almost clumsy, and time had nearly slipped away because of it. yet you had seen the fleeting smirk that ghosted across his face. he had been pretending. but why? was it a calculated move to test gi-hun’s emotions? a twisted form of amusement at the expense of the others? you didn’t want to think about it, not now, not ever.

˚ ༘♡ you had spent years training yourself to look past the truth, to separate the man you loved from the masked figure who oversaw these atrocities. but you could never truly escape it. he was both, the husband who once held your hand with unshakable devotion, and the front man who dictated the survival of hundreds. that contradiction lived within him, and you had chosen to follow him into it, as you always would.

˚ ༘♡ you had played the ddakji game first, the opening challenge meant to test both skill and precision. it had taken you two tries to flip the paper tile, a frustratingly slow success compared to others, but a success nonetheless. any difficulty you had was genuine, no sham struggle, no purposeful pretense. it had simply been a test of persistence, one you barely passed.

˚ ༘♡ as the men around you exchanged stories, their voices weaving through tales of past lives, military service and gambling debts that had grown beyond their control, you found your thoughts wandering astray. player 222 sat alone on a cot a few feet away, her gaze cast downward, arms folded over her lap. her presence gnawed at you. the slight swell of her stomach, though subtle, was unmistakable. she was pregnant. what kind of desperation had led a woman in her condition to enter this place? how cruel must the world have been to her for this to feel like her only option?

˚ ༘♡ you had extended a hand earlier, offering her a place in your group for the six-legged pentathlon, but player 333 had pulled her away before she had the chance to respond. that single moment lingered in your mind, a thread of unease you couldn’t shake.

˚ ༘♡ you stepped away from your group and approached her. “pardon me,” you said gently.

˚ ༘♡ she glanced up, wary but polite, nodding in acknowledgment. up close, you could see the exhaustion in her eyes, the guarded way she held herself, as if bracing for the worst. for a short while, you hesitated. perhaps it was the anxiety thrumming in your veins, or perhaps it was something deeper, a shared understanding of fear and uncertainty that pulled the words from your lips before you could stop yourself.

˚ ༘♡ you exhaled softly, lowering your voice as you rested a hand against your abdomen. “i’m expecting as well,” you confessed. “about a month along.”

˚ ༘♡ her eyes widened, drifting down to the wedding ring that still gleamed on your finger. you saw the unspoken question forming on her lips, the curiosity she hesitated to voice. before she could, you cleared your throat, your expression carefully serene.

˚ ༘♡ “my husband died a few years back,” you said, the lie slipping out with startling ease. “i never took off my ring because… he is still alive in my heart and soul.”

˚ ༘♡ she nodded solemnly. “i’m sorry for your loss.” a pause, then a quiet confession of her own. “the father of my baby is… not in the picture.”

˚ ༘♡ you didn’t press further. you had noticed the way player 333 watched over her, his concern woven into the smallest of affectionate acts, but if she chose not to name him, you would respect that silence.

˚ ༘♡ instead, you offered her a small, reassuring smile. “would you like to join our group?” you asked. “the rest are good men, but it would be nice to not be the only woman.”

˚ ༘♡ for the first time since you approached, her guarded expression softened, just slightly. she didn’t answer right away, but she didn’t reject the offer either. and in a place where trust was obscure and survival was everything, that was enough. then, she nodded, a subtle gesture of compliance.

˚ ༘♡ she followed you back to the group, her steps hesitant but determined. as you approached, you felt in-ho’s gaze land on you, sharp with perplexity. you refused to meet his eyes, your pulse drumming in your ears. whatever he was thinking, whatever presumptions were running through his mind, you weren’t ready to face them yet.

˚ ༘♡ player 222 offered a polite bow to the men. “hello, sirs,” she said with practiced courtesy. “my name is kim jun-hee. player 077 was kind enough to allow me to join your group,” she turned her head slightly, looking up at you with a small, knowing smile. “as she took pity on me, being pregnant herself.”

˚ ༘♡ the world trembled beneath you.

˚ ༘♡ your breath caught, blood running cold as a crushing surge of panic set in. in-ho didn’t know. he wasn’t supposed to know. you had hidden it carefully, layering deception upon deception because you understood well that he would never have let you come if he had known the truth. he had already fought you, already tried to stop you, and you had barely managed to convince him. but now, there was no going back. now, in-ho now knew of the secret you tried so desperately to conceal.

˚ ༘♡ a thick silence fell over the group.

˚ ༘♡ “you’re pregnant?” in-ho’s voice cut through the quiet, his disbelief laid bare. his usually enigmatic expression fractured, his mouth slightly agape as he stared at you, searching for some kind of denial.

˚ ༘♡ the others were clearly surprised, but none more than him. the confusion, the stunned realization, it was written all over his face.

˚ ༘♡ kim jun-hee’s lips fell open in a small, embarrassed frown. “i’m sorry, i thought you all must have known,” she said, bowing her head apologetically.

˚ ༘♡ “no, no, it’s good someone told us,” in-ho said quickly, getting to his feet, his tone measured, but there was something vexed in it, something bordering on anger, or worry. “so we know to take extra caution with player 077.” his gaze cast over you, and then he added deliberately, “your husband must be worried sick about you.”

˚ ༘♡ you swallowed hard. your throat felt tight, but you forced out the lie. “he’s dead.” the words came fast, like a reflex, like a shield.

˚ ༘♡ jung-bae, one of the older players, let out a sorrowful sigh. “young-il, didn’t you say your wife passed away?” he shook his head, voice thick with sympathy. “how sad. we have both a widow and a widower among us.”

˚ ༘♡ young-il. it had to be the alias in-ho was using. your mind reeled as you processed the implications. you turned your head slightly, watching him. the golden band still encircled his finger, worn and unmoved, just like yours. you had never thought much of it before, perhaps a habit, a meaningless remnant of a life he had long since buried. but now, faced with the story he had crafted for himself, a terrible thought struck you. it wasn’t entirely a lie.

˚ ༘♡ his first wife, the one before you, had died. she had been pregnant when it happened. you had never pried, had never dared to ask, but you had once seen a photograph of her tucked away in his desk drawer. when you had questioned him, he had shut you down immediately, his voice flat and final. don’t ask about her. it’s in the past.

˚ ༘♡ but it wasn’t in the past, was it? not entirely. some ghosts never vanished. some wounds never fully closed. and now, standing here, knowing that he had just discovered you carried his child in the very games he had tried to shield you from, you realized, this wasn’t just about your safety. this wasn’t just about his authority as the front man or the secrecy of your relationship. this was about the fear that history was repeating itself. that he would once again lose the woman he loved as she carried his child.

˚ ༘♡ “then we will have to protect both of you!” player 388 declared with a grin, his enthusiasm somewhat jarring given the bleak circumstances.

˚ ༘♡ jung-bae and gi-hun nodded in agreement, their expressions shifting into something more steadfast.

˚ ༘♡ you let out a sigh, trying to dispel the rising panic clawing at your throat. “i’ve already had a child before,” you said, keeping your tone even, as if that somehow lessened the severity of your situation. “i’ll be fine. it’s jun-hee we should be more worried about.”

˚ ༘♡ in-ho wasn’t convinced. his lips parted slightly, and for a split second, he hesitated, as though mulling over his words carefully before speaking. “having a child before doesn’t make you or your baby any less vulnerable,” he murmured, his voice quieter now, as if only meant for you to hear. “you shouldn’t place so much strain on yourself, sweetheart.”

˚ ༘♡ there it was. the carefully curated mask of indifference he had worn throughout the games had begun to slip, and you were the only one who could see it for what it was. you wanted to tell him to stop, to pull him aside and remind him that he couldn’t afford to behave like this, not here. if he didn’t regain control of himself, they would notice. gi-hun would notice.

˚ ༘♡ you forced a smile, lacing lightness into your tone, trying to maintain the illusion. “that’s very kind of you, sir,” you spoke, “but i don’t think my husband would appreciate you using such romantic names with me.”

˚ ༘♡ jung-bae let out a derisive snort. “he can’t be much of a husband if you’re stuck playing these games while pregnant with his child.”

˚ ༘♡ in-ho shook his head, exhaling softly. when he spoke again, there was something unfamiliar in his voice, a trace of restraint. “i’m sorry,” he said, his expression unreadable. “it’s only that you remind me of my late wife. she was as stubborn as you are.”

˚ ༘♡ your husband had taken on a false identity, young-il, but there was something in his story that wasn’t fabricated. his wife before you, the stubborn woman he never spoke of, had truly existed. you had seen the photograph once, tucked away in his desk drawer, aged and yellowing at the edges. you had asked about her, just once, and he had shut you down immediately. “never question me about her. it’s in the past.”

˚ ༘♡ yet now, the past was bleeding into the present, unraveling piece by piece.

˚ ༘♡ you sank onto the uncomfortable bed beside jun-hee, your hands resting over your stomach as if to protect yourself from the reality you had been so desperate to ignore.

˚ ༘♡ you had made a mistake.

˚ ༘♡ you should never have followed him.

˚ ༘♡ perhaps ignorance truly was bliss, because now you figured out too much. not only about the horrors of the games, but about him, about the things he kept buried so deeply that even you had never been allowed to see them. you had placed yourself in danger. far worse, you had placed your unborn child in danger. and as you risked a glance at gi-hun, who sat watching in-ho with quiet suspicion, you knew the cracks in your facade were already showing. you didn’t want to think about what would happen when gi-hun finally pieced it all together, as he would then have the woman that the man he loathed deeply loved before him, and the opportunity for a terribly potent revenge would be presented to him.

a/n: part two after an eternity!! i am writing for hwang in-ho again so please send requests!!! let me know your thoughts as well!! 🤍

[kedisys-and-autisticrants]

Akiyama Mizuki and Lolita Fashion (and why it's as important to her character as being transfem is!)

Some of you may know what Lolita fashion (sometimes referred to as EGL, even if you don't I'll explain later in this post) already and likely know who Akiyama Mizuki is and are here for her. If you're any familiar j-fashion and play Project Sekai, you probably know that Mizuki herself is a lolita too but today I'll talk about why lolita fashion is more than just pretty dresses to her.

What is Lolita Fashion/EGL?

Lolita fashion or sometimes called EGL (Elegant Gothic Lolita) to avoid censorship -no it has no relations to the book by Vladimir Nabakov or Lolita Complex- is a type of Japanese street fashion style with many substyles (such as swet lolita, gothic lolita, classic lolita, cyber lolita, wa lolita, punk lolita and more) that takes inspiration from Roccoco and Victorian fashion that originated in Harajuku and is often characterized by laces, frills, ribbons and especially its silhouette (which is typically puffy/bell shaped skirt around the knees -although there can be exceptions such as ero or idol lolita albeit controversial inside the community- often supported by an a-line or a cupcake petticoat or more undergarments - such as bloomers- and some lolitas discard at times for a more casual look).

Some important terms used by lolitas are

-OP or one piece which are dreses pieces with sleeves essentially as seen below

-JSK or jumperskirt are dress pieces without sleeves essentially as seen below that can be worn with something underneath such as a shirt or a blouse however sometimes the design could change a little at times to better fit its style too!

-Headdress, lolita dresss are rarely worn on their own and often include many accessoris such as shoes, wigs, earrings, necklaces and headpieces(headdresses)! Here are some examples of often worn lolita headdresses

-Coord, short for coordination; basically means outfit as a whole, likely is called that because you create an outfit by coordinating everything (such as headdress, shoes, wigs, makeup, jewelry, blouses if you're wearing a JSK or a skirt, or maybe even an item like a cane, a fan or a plushie).

-Dream dress or dream piece is, as it sounds, a dream lolita piece someone wants to have in their closet.

As you can see lolita is quite a hyper-feminine (or androgynous at best) style but it's still an alternative fashion challenging norms such as industrialism and fast fashion, lolita originals are often sewn by hand by indie brands instead and are often limited (so many lolitas often follow up on rereleases of their dream pieces), capitalism or binge spending culture (which is often imposed on many young women by the media) because they're indie pieces, many lolita encourage and themselves slowly build a wardrobe over the years by saving for their dream pieces instead of buying everything at once; self-reliance as many lolitas will need to learn or know how to sew since these pieces are expensive and limited, you can't just buy a new one anytime you want so you'll have to patch up or resew any errors in your dress or even sew the whole thing yourself because it might be more affordable (which sewing is a big part of Mizuki's character), modern western femininty and traditional japanese femininity- and even gender and gender norms itself as one of the most well-known lolitas (Mana-sama) is a man and many queer (especially trans people) find comfort in it as they can explore their femininity in a non-traditional way.

Mizuki and Lolita Fashion

We already know that Mizuki has worn lolita or lolita-like clothes in many different cards or occasions inside the game; such classic lolita in her colorful fes card -quite literally called collage lolita-, wa lolita in her encouraged by kindness card -where the costume name is also quite literally "japanese style lolita fashion" or "wafuu lolita fashion"-, qi lolita in her I'll be going first card, guro lolita in her what was lost card, gothic-ouji in her celebrations that have become custom card and many others like niigo world link 1 set resembling gothic lolita -even if hers is the least traditionally lolita-like-, undergarments or egl stables -such as bloomers and big ribbons- in her feelings I've come to realize card and a lot classic lolita features in her first casual outfit such as ribbons and frills -though I believe that is meant to be more girly kei or ryousangata(or even jirai kei) since it's meant to be an ank rouge coord- again. But this is more than just a pretty look to Mizuki and this is what many seem to miss when talking about her character, many focus on her gender identity which is important to her but so are other aspects of her character such as being a lolita (in fact I'd say it's directly connected to her transfemininty).

Well first of all there's the fact that as I mentioned, lolita is not atraditional feminine style or a traditional style at all. So it's a perfect oppurtinity to signify her experience with her transfemininty without invalidating her in any way. But lolita is also filled with things Mizuki loved since she was a kid like ribbons and frills which also played a huge part in her coming to terms with her gender so of course she'd love it and it could be a part of her character the same way that she doesn't give up what she had loved since she was a child to "grow up" into people's expectations, she doesn't change who she is. It also is probably her safest space to be herself, a subculture filled with things she loves and is going against the norm already. It also perfectly fits into her character as someone who likes sewing, modifying westen-style outfits/youfuku and especially for her mannequin motifs. It also showed a great oppurtunity for the developers to show her development and transition without masculinizing her, such as through making her wear bloomers in her secret distance card aka her first focus event to wearing and OP in her where the thorns lead to card aka her latest focus event; from shorts to dress, more masculine to more feminine in the idea yet all done in a frilly feminine way she loves.

As you might have seen from my profile already, I love Mizuki a lot and today I also wanted to talk about another interest of mine and how it interacts with her character since I see it often not be paid much attention or disregarded in sake of her girly kei outfits- which is ironic in a way if you look at it since the fandom likes to analyze her outfits especially since fashion is a huge part of her character and I personally think making Mizuki a lolita was one of the smartest writing decisions they could have made with her character. Thank you for reading this and have a great day.

...also Mizuki is a metamorphose girly, ok bye!/j

(Drop your egl related headcanons for mizuki in the replies or reblogs)

[eobe]

(Narrative ALT text by @eclec-tech ✨)

✨ The Mysterious Holographer! 😎🤌🤌

Alpha-17 is a dangerous man! 👀 If his mission is taking the best holopics, he‘ll succeed 🫡 Nobody is safe, no excuses! 😳 He even got the latest awesome shit holopad from GAR goods!

The reason why he’s the man to succeed this challenging mission, because he’s most likely the only one of the GAR that is actually able to force convince superiors like the grumpy Marshal Commander Fox and growling Commander Wolffe into a Commander Squad group holopic despite them being gothic styled! 😎✨

The conspiracy around the Mysterious Holographer is revealing now and you‘ll find a little gift and the reason for this collab under the gallery of Alpha‘s so far holoshots! 👀

✨ Holoframed conspiracy artworks

A neat gallery scroll with links to the original post and artist’s tags 😎 Also featuring the shiny CT-9075 and Alpha-17 as narrators in the ALT-texts 📖

Tahny barking at Hunter 🧨 by @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf

"It was a Dark and Gothy Shiny Night" 🖤 A GAR Goth Night Story by @eclec-tech and the lost shiny holoshot – art collab by @wings-and-beskargam (the shiny) and @eobe (the background)

Archer the Mandalorian Sandalorian 👀 by @wings-and-beskargam

"Okay, barkeep. Listen up!" Tahny instructing the bartender to mix the Blue Ga'haiian drink🍹 by @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf – Check out that delicious receipe by the way 😽

Archer versus Captain Gregor – Flirtation Wars Round 👀✨ by @wings-and-beskargam

Jedi General Lupe of Lothal and ARC trooper Fives 💙 by @lonewolflupe

ARC trooper stealing a keg of booze 🥃 by @foxwithadarkside

Owl Squad entering the GAR Goth Night 🦉 by @eobe

Commanders' group holoshot 🫂 by @eobe

📸 ✨

Being the best of the best of the best (and having more fun than he would ever admit) means also that Alpha-17 uses the holopad like his weapons – fast and unerring! 🎯 He takes snapshots in the very moment when needed and will absolutely indulge the most fun and silly ones in the quiet of his office after the GAR Goth Night!

The following link leads to a shared Google file with a free-to-use transparent holopic frame artwork in DIN A4 size and neat printable quality (300 ppi), that I drew based on the design of the group holopic of Cody, Rex and the Domino Twins! 🤩🫶 I‘d love to be tagged, but no pressure – it’s a gift 💝

🔗 Holopicture frame overlay

Maybe some artist has a vision of what shenanigans Alpha might hunt with his holopad? 👀✨📸 You can use the transparent holopic-frame as an overlay to give your artwork a snapshot-, selfie- or group pic-like style – the "holopic"-finish! ✨📸 If you tag #mysterious holographer snapshot your holopic-artwork can be added together with your tag to another big post of Alpha's holopic-collection of the GAR Goth Night 😎 Unsubtle-unsubtle call to art action! 🤩

The reason for all of this 🥰

Marshal Commander Fox at the GAR Goth Night by @ghostymarni

The reason for this conspiracy is the person who started GAR Goth Night: Marni 👏🎉

She casually dropped this goth Commander Fox and didn't realise we'd go completely crazy over him and the concept of a goth-themed GAR event.

When more and more clones and OCs started to join in, none of us could have imagined how popular the night would get! We wanted to add some more mystery and gothspiracy to add some plot to the night, to show our appreciation to Marni, for her amazing ability to design and gothify anything Star Wars related! 🖤✨🌹⛓️🦇✨

Marni, thank you for hyping us up and getting this off the ground! 🤩 This wouldn't have been possible without you! This one's for you! 🫶

The Mysterious Holographer Conspiracy Culprits Credits ✨⭐️

Conspiring, plotting, arting, storywriting, texting and coordinating:

lonewolflupe

foxwithadarkside

wings-and-beskargam

crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf

eclec-tech

eobe

Multiple tagging in here, because when the list gets stolen, some of us are always missing – so here's a (so far?) complete GGN taglist 😂

GAR Goth Night friends and Chaos vode 🖤✨ @ghostymarni @lonewolflupe @wings-and-beskargam @eclec-tech @eobe @foxwithadarkside @fiveminutetrash @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf @feral-ferrule @ladylucksrogue @nika6q @skellymom @vimse @gargothnightzine @sunshinesdaydream @noblelightfighter @returnofthepineapple @freesia-writes @covert1ntrovert @vikushat @nocturius8015ficore @mamuzzy @risavulpes @niobiumao3 @sazzujazzu @blackseafoam @thora-sniper @gars-weaponeer @leenathegreengirl @vodika-vibes @headphones-ct-09978 @thecoffeelorian @bad4amficideas

[itertarot]

Quick Tarot Reading | Career

Which Career is the right for you?

Pick a color

One/Black:

My dear pile 1, the ideal profession for you involves teamwork, long-term goals, hierarchy, tradition, creativity, hands-on work, effort, leadership, and rewards for your dedication. You would excel in corporate roles that require planning, meetings, teamwork, and opportunities for career advancement.

- Manager

- Analyst

- Marketing Specialist/Manager

- Director

- Consultant

- Coordinator

Two/Red:

My dear pile 2, the ideal professions for you fall into two distinct groups. The first group involves a strong need to handle conflicts and bring healing. In this case, the ideal professions are:

- Psychiatrist

- Psychologist

- Therapist

- Any profession focused on bringing peace of mind and emotional well-being to those in need.

The second group is highly creative, with extensive talent in the fields of performance and creation. Here, the ideal professions are:

- Theater (actor, director, writer, etc.)

- Cinema (filmmaker, writer, actor, etc.)

Three/Yellow:

You were born to be self-employed, my dear pile 3. The ideal profession for you is one where you are your own boss. You thrive on challenges and need ample space to showcase and exercise your natural creativity. As a born leader, you are destined to carve your own path.

The perfect fit for you is:

- Entrepreneur

Whether it’s starting your own business, launching innovative projects, or leading ventures, entrepreneurship allows you to harness your leadership skills, creativity, and independence to achieve greatness.

Four/Green:

You have a unique gift for bringing new life into what seems lost and destined for failure. You take what is no longer working and transform it into something solid and beautiful. Your ideal profession will bring you great fortune because you bring abundance to everything you touch.

- Restructuring/Restoration Specialist

- Mentor

- Working with NGOs or creating content (like those popupar channels) that earn significant income by helping those in need.

- Entrepreneur who revives failing businesses or properties (e.g., buying bankrupt companies or rundown houses, restoring them, and selling them for profit, like Windy City Rehab Program).

Five/Pink:

My dear pile 5, you are the pile of influencers and trendsetters! Some of you will shine brightly in the world of communication, especially through video content creation. Others will thrive in the beauty industry, whether by working in or owning your own beauty clinic. Additionally, some of you will excel in the fashion world, working with clothing and dictating trends. A few of you may even find yourselves collaborating with luxury brands and luxury bags.

- Content Creator/Influencer

- Beauty Specialist (esthetician, makeup artist, or owning a beauty clinic)

- Fashion Professional (stylist, designer, or trend forecaster)

- Luxury Brand Collaborator (working with or representing high-end brands)

[0310s]

boynextdoor with a fashionable s/o ⊹๋࣭⭑

members: bnd legal line x gender neutral reader

genre & tags: fluff, established relationship

wc: 1.9k

a/n: as someone who adores dressing up, i just thought this was something i eventually had to write! i've slowly been building my closet these past few months, looking for thrifted clothes and jewelry i can add to my rotation! it's been fulfilling and i get a lot of energy from the outfits i wear (∩˃o˂∩)♡

🍎🍓🍊🍋🍐🍏🫐🍇

ᯓ★ sungho 

🍀 what style does he prefer? 🍀

i personally think sungho is attracted to people who wear more feminine styles of clothing. he just enjoys how pretty and delicate everything looks! he also likes someone with a cozy style—basically anything soft and huggable. the closest style i can think of would be coquette! think oversized cardigans, knit sweaters, pleated or tiered skirts, ribbons, mary janes, and cute hats (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

🐬 shopping with his s/o 🐬

sungho would definitely be an enthusiastic partner if you asked him to accompany you to shop. he looks at each item with an careful eye, assessing the item’s quality in comparison to the price point. i also believe sungho has your wardrobe memorized, so if you show him something similar to what you already have, he’ll point that out so you can look for something else. plus he’ll be a big help calculating costs when you’re shopping on a budget! he’s definitely your voice of reason if you feel indecisive, listing down the pros and cons of each piece. and he’d definitely hold you back if you wanted to buy items out of your budget ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!

🍧 couple items and coordinating outfits 🍧

sungho would def be shy about couple items that are too obvious, so he’d settle for matching necklaces/bracelets with subtle, delicate designs. sungho also tries to match your energy for the day—if you’re going for something lowkey, he’ll do the same, and when you put more effort into your outfit for the day he’ll dress up more! but he'll make sure to never outshine you... he wants everyone to see how pretty you are and focus their attention on you.

🍎🍓🍊🍋🍐🍏🫐🍇

ᯓ★ riwoo 

🍀 what style does he prefer? 🍀

riwoo would most likely be attracted to someone who has a quirky and interesting style. the closest style i can think of would be that of 90s harajuku streetwear (think fruits magazine!). he’d like someone who has a strong sense of personal style and someone who’s knowledgeable about clothing materials. plus someone who knows how to layer and experiments/is willing to take risks! i can imagine him thinking someone with colored hair, bright makeup, and who accessorizes is cool (∩˃o˂∩)♡ 

🐬 shopping with his s/o 🐬

as the most fashionable member in bnd, riwoo would definitely possess a more critical eye when it comes to shopping with you. you’d have dates where you spend all day browsing clothing shops, especially thrift or vintage stores! riwoo makes sure to point out unique pieces or items with good silhouettes. he also thinks about layering and helps you pick items that go well together with your existing closet. he definitely considers durability as a priority—if the piece looks too flimsy, it’s not going home with you.

and if there’s something you really, really want but is out of your budget, he’d most likely buy it for you behind your back, then quietly gifts it to you before the day ends. (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝) he would buy items you’re both interested in, mostly accessories and outerwear, so you can share them!

🍧 couple items and coordinating outfits 🍧

rather than owning couple items, riwoo and you would borrow from each other's closets! you share accessories like scarves, necklaces, rings, hats, brooches, belts, and even glasses, as well as jackets or layering pieces like vests or button downs. at the rate you nab items from each other, you practically have a shared closet. as for coordinating outfits, riwoo thinks it’s a fun challenge to match your outfits based on materials and patterns! your outfits won’t look similar, but they’ll look like they come from the same collection. i'm sure you and riwoo have a highly popular, shared instagram where you post your looks—you'd definitely be considered a "power couple"!

🍎🍓🍊🍋🍐🍏🫐🍇

ᯓ★ jaehyun 

🍀 what style does he prefer? 🍀

i feel like jaehyun wouldn’t have any specific preference as to style, but i think he’d still like a well-dressed s/o! jaehyun would be fine with anything casual and comfortable—clothing that come to mind include cropped tees or button downs, baggy jeans, oversized varsity jackets, and chunky sneakers! but if you’d prefer something more feminine or dressy, he’ll be your #1 hype man ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ) he thinks you look pretty in anything you wear because you’re you!

🐬 shopping with his s/o 🐬

jaehyun definitely likes to wander around, but he tries his best to stay Focused when you’re out shopping with him! he’s honest about whether something looks good on you or not. sometimes it results to petty arguments when you’re very insistent about buying a certain item he doesn’t like… but he’ll cave in when you give him your absolutely convincing puppy eyes ૮ ◕ ﻌ ◕ ა. it’ll be very obvious if he likes something—when you come out from the dressing room in a great outfit, he’ll look like he’s just seen his spouse in wedding attire for the first time, jaw drop and all ᰔᩚ૮ ᴖﻌᴖა. he’ll be so full of praise for you it gets a bit embarrassing when there are others in the fitting room area!

🍧 couple items and coordinating outfits 🍧

i strongly believe jaehyun is a sucker for obvious couple outfits or items—he wants everyone to know you belong to each other!!! ૮ ・ﻌ・აᯓᡣ𐭩 he’d definitely love matching jackets or hoodies, something that’ll be comfortable for the both of you! but he’ll also want to have matching necklaces for sure, something to remind you both of each other when you’re apart ₊˚⊹♡ similarly, jaehyun loves coordinating your outfits for special dates! like sungho, he’ll match your vibe for the day—if you’re going for a comfy look, he’ll follow suit; if you want to spend your day in baggy streetwear, he’ll do the same.

🍎🍓🍊🍋🍐🍏🫐🍇

ᯓ★ taesan 

🍀 what style does he prefer? 🍀

taesan would prefer someone with an opposite style from him, so he’d find a feminine style appealing and interesting! your style could be goth, alt, coquette, or even none of those—honestly, it doesn’t really matter to him. he thinks skirts are very pretty though, whether they be mini skirts with stockings, patterned midi skirts, or flowy maxi skirts.

taesan also likes how your nails are so perfect and meticulously done and considers getting his own nails painted. plus, he’s amazed at how you’re a master at your makeup routine and the amount of effort you put into it, so he watches makeup tutorials in his own time to surprise you by replicating your makeup routine on you (∩˃o˂∩)♡ he would also love taking fit pictures with you with a digicam, and he’d love snapping pictures of you as you pose along the street.

🐬 shopping with his s/o 🐬

taesan loves shopping with his s/o. it’s a time for him to observe his s/o’s preferences and what makes your face light up. when you see an item that makes you gasp in delight, he tries hard to hide a smile at your enthused reaction and silently takes note. he's pretty fashionable, so he’ll be reliable when you ask him for fashion advice! when you shop together, taesan will be honest about what suits you and what doesn’t. when you hold up an item that doesn’t look that nice, he’ll have that pensive look on his face if he’s not into it. he’ll help you look for alternatives when an item you want isn’t in stock. taesan also offers you tips on how to layer jewelry!

taesan is also the type to see an item he thinks would suit you and buy it for you. he ends up accumulating so much that it fills an entire box—when you ask him what he’s bought you so many clothes for, he turns red and shyly tells you how they reminded him of you… which makes you flustered and sooo happy (˶ ᵔ ̫ ᵔ ˶) ♡

🍧 couple items and coordinating outfits 🍧

taesan would secretly adore matching items. you bring it up in passing but are too nervous to directly initiate anything… (づ>/////<)♡ he's initially shy at the thought of it, but when he does his own research, he grows attached to the idea of having matching items with you, someone he dearly cares for. so one day, he gifts you with matching earrings while shyly mentioning he’d love to wear them together! from then on, you'd have fun looking for matching jewelry together.

like riwoo, he’d love to coordinate outfits based on materials and patterns. in particular, he’d love to coordinate a mix of knit, denim, leather, or plaid, typically in neutral/dark colors like off-white, gray, black, or dark red. still, the outfits wouldn’t look exactly the same and would leave room for you to experiment with your individual styles! 

🍎🍓🍊🍋🍐🍏🫐🍇

ᯓ★ leehan 

🍀 what style does he prefer? 🍀

i think leehan has no particular preference when it comes to fashion, anything goes really! he’s very supportive and content to see how happy you are with the clothes you wear. he wouldn’t mind anyone with a different style from him. at the very least, he’d want you to be comfortable and warm in your outfit. he brings bandaids, safety pins, and a little sewing kit around with him in case any accidents happen—he’d definitely trade his sneakers for yours if your feet start hurting in your shoes ૮ - ﻌ • ა  leehan saves every fit pic you send him and uses them as his wallpaper, and he'd take candid pics of you too and swoon at how cute and pretty and cool you are in your outfit.

🐬 shopping with his s/o 🐬

while he’s not particular about his s/o’s fashion, he’d want to be there while his s/o shops or chooses what outfit to wear for the day. leehan loves quality time with his s/o! but don’t rely on him for fashion advice or expect it to be a productive time; he thinks you look pretty in everything and will let you know. he’s so sincere about it too that you can’t even get mad at him.

but one thing leehan will be insistent about is you wearing fish or marine-themed clothing. 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 he makes you fit the most atrocious fish-patterned polo that looks like something your granddad would wear and thinks you look hot. he sees this cap that goes “fish love me, women fear me” and full-on begs you to buy it. and you know what? you do—because how can you refuse the pleading of a pretty boy like leehan? (ㅅ´ ˘ `) he's just happy to see you dressed up in something he has an interest in.

🍧 couple items and coordinating outfits 🍧

leehan would definitely buy you matching alien plush keychains to attach to your bags or belt loops 👽⋆｡°✩ he’d feel giddy looking at your matching charms and how cute they look on you… it’s like you bring a part of him everywhere you go 🛸 and i stand by this—leehan would definitely have custom shirts printed for the both of you that say “i love fish and my s/o”. deep inside you’re embarrassed at how the design looks like it’s been shoddily done on microsoft powerpoint, but when leehan proudly admits he made it himself, you just shut up and wear it… anything for him i guess (๑>؂•̀๑)

something i’ve also observed is how in the bnd content online, leehan wears long sleeves almost all the time! so rather than have coordinating outfits, leehan would lend you his outerwear. he’s a man with a plan—but is veeeery sneaky about it. he accidentally “forgets” his sweaters at your place. he also lends you his jacket with the excuse of “adding layers” to your outfit (something he learned from you!!!). and somehow, his clothes make their way into your closet—you’re highly puzzled, but you’re not complaining (❀❛ ֊ ❛„)♡

🍎🍓🍊🍋🍐🍏🫐🍇

ᯓ★ networks: @onedoornet 

[lonniemachin]

Sujood has reached out to me to boost she and Sanaa’s fundraiser. They’re urgently trying to evacuate their family from Gaza and seek asylum in Belgium. Their previous campaign was suspended, so they have started a new GFM and currently have £1,642 out of their £50,000 goal! Please share if you can’t donate!

From their GFM page:

Dear friends,

We are reaching out to you with a heartfelt plea for help. Our names are Sanaa and Sujood, and we find ourselves in an incredibly challenging and dangerous situation.

Unfortunately, our previous attempt to receive donations was unsuccessful due to restrictions on transactions to Gaza. However, the urgency of our circumstances compels us to reach out again, this time with new procedures in place to ensure the secure delivery of your generous contributions. We are launching a new campaign because we cannot afford to wait for a long time for the restrictions on the bank account to be lifted it’s already being two months now. We are unsure if we will be able to access the funds or if they will be returned to the donors. In any case, here in Gaza, we are fighting against time. Every day poses a threat to our safety, and we cannot afford to wait. If, after some time, we are able to retrieve the previous amount, we will use it to rebuild our lives and continue the education of my siblings.

The situation in Gaza has become increasingly unbearable, and we have been left with no choice but to seek assistance from compassionate individuals like you. Your donations can make a significant difference in our lives and help us escape the dire circumstances we currently face.

This is ours story:

I hope this message finds you in good health and spirits.

My name is Sanaa Odeh, currently in Gaza, occupied Palestine. I am writing this as a plea for survival, for a future for my family and myself.

Our lives are in immediate danger, with non stop explosions everyday and every night, tanks and guns all around us, and fear as a constant companion. It is a non-stop nightmare, every minute of every day, for 6 months. Everyday is a struggle for survival. Lack of food and clean water creating a crisis of death by starvation and dehydration.

Despite the endless nightmare, we are a resilient and strong family. My beautiful parents gave everything to raise us as successful daughters and we are so proud of what we have achieved.

I work as a graphic designer and my sisters: a nurse/educator, small business owner, a medical student, and a field coordinator. Despite being on the path to rich and promising futures, it can all be taken away in any moment. We have already lost several family members, including my uncles and their entire family. There is little hope that the situation will end soon, all of us waiting for our turn next.

We are looking to seek asylum in Belgium. This campaign will help support us in covering the costs to do so, specifically in covering the evacuation costs per person. Your donation will provide us with the chance to escape the endless horror we’ve been facing for the last 6 months and give us a chance to return to a safe, normal life again, where we can once again contribute positively to society.

I understand that this is a challenging time for everyone right now, but please do not underestimate what even £5 can contribute to especially when it all adds up. It really does make a huge difference. No matter how small the contribution it can still change our entire lives.

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[halfrican-heat]

ALL MINE (Ony)

"You come here, I'll knock your pussy out the damn frame. Remember the last time I made you miss your damn plane? Remember the last time I wet you down with champagne?"

A/N: Hey! I'm down bad for this man rn, lol. I've got lots of ideas for him though, so yay! Happy reading :) Inspired by @lingeriae and this post! Requests are open, too! Get at your girl.

Warning(s): Explicit Sexual Content; Penetrative Sex (p in v), Oral Sex (F receiving), Cursing, Public Sex (Outdoors), Cervix kissing, Wedding details, N Word Used, Black reader in mind, AAVE/Dialogue with Dialect, Dominant!Ony (when tf is he not in my mind), Depiction of marijuana usage, Depictions of alcohol consumption, Mild Dubious Consent; Beta'd by my besties <3

Pairing: Ony x Wedding Planner!Reader

Song Inspo: All Mine - Brent Faiyaz

His eyes drilled into the side of your head, trailing the curves of your body.

As maid of honor, your dress was a little different from the other bridesmaids. Make no mistake, your girls looked good with a t on the end. You made sure of that, but you all agreed upon something more…tailored for the lady making the most moves. So, your dress was designed to your tastes and fit you like a glove. It accentuated all your assets and Onyankopon was taking stock. 

The two of you had only fucked once but there was this heightened tension ever since.

During the entire wedding process, Ony had been a pain in your ass. Because he was the best man, the two of you had to collaborate on many of the joint events-- like the Engagement Party and Bridal Party mixers. He was a terrible flirt and spent most of his time trying to get in your pants. Then, if it wasn’t you, he was flirting with any lady he could. And they would swoon just as soon as Ony flashed that handsome, megawatt smile of his. 

But for some reason, Ony liked the challenge you posed. The way you were resistant to his charms. Unfortunately for you, Ony was interested in you. He liked you.

You dealt with his bullshit for a good while, putting in a valiant effort because you were doing your best friend and fellow soror, Kendra, a favor. Y’all went back to diapers and stuck together through everything. You were a celebrity event coordinator, specializing in weddings, so you were doing double duty by being her maid of honor and planning the entire wedding. But shit hit the fan between you and Ony the night of the final Bridal Party mixer. The two of you got into a huge blowout fight that ended with your cute little cocktail dress torn and strewn about the floor of Ony’s hotel room, his tongue licking champagne from places it shouldn’t have been. 

“You doing so good, ma.” He had whispered, fucking you into his sheets. 

You ended up missing your damn plane the next morning. Needless to say, he moved up on your list of people you wouldn’t mind spending time with. But he quickly moved back down the list after he ghosted you the next day. During the rehearsal dinner, you found him talking up some girl in the hotel lounge. He made eye contact with you as he flirted with her, looking away to give her his full attention. 

So, you kept it cordial and cute after that. You acted like it didn’t bother you. Did he have amazing, life-changing dick that made you want to murder him and the bitch from the hotel lounge? Yes, yes he did. But were you a classy, sophisticated bitch who successfully planned a destination wedding while being the maid of honor and dealing with Ony’s shiesty ass? Yes, yes the fuck you were. 

And no nigga was gonna make you second guess that shit. 

The “Lounge Incident”, as your friends lovingly dubbed it, had happened a week ago. Fast forward to the present and there you were, watching your best friend dance and act a fool with the love of her life. You were happy for her, of course, but it did make you feel a little wistful.

The wedding ceremony wrapped up two hours prior and you found yourself nursing a glass of champagne at the reception. You were pretending to be unfazed by the looks Ony was sending you from across the room. You stole a glance at him when you felt like he wasn’t watching you and…dear Lord. 

His white dress shirt was tucked into his green slacks, suit jacket long forgotten, with a few of the top buttons opened. His gold chain shined at you, almost winking, as it matched the gold Rollie on his wrist. He flashed a smile to one of his homeboys and you felt your knees wobble a little. You looked away quickly and crossed the room to find your girls. They were standing around one of the reception tables talking.

“Aht, don’t bring that energy over here, ma’am!” Your friend, Chelsea, said. “That man look like he ‘bout to jump your ass.”

“Please tell me y’all not about to fuck at this wedding,” Liyah groaned.

Your girls laughed loudly and you hid a smile behind your champagne glass as you took a sip. You risked a glance back at Ony, finding his gaze already on you. He didn’t care to hide the fact he was staring at you, not even giving the young lady in front of him a glance as she spoke to him. You whipped around, clearing your throat. 

“Bye, girl. It ain’t even like that.”

The table went quiet, all the girls looking over your shoulder. A shit-eating grin spread across Chelsea’s face as she raised her hand, waving playfully. 

“Hey, Ony.”

Your eyes widened as his chest pressed against your back, his warmth surrounding you. You tried to pretend to be unbothered as your friends gawked with wide eyes and smirks. 

“Hey, ladies.”

The smile was evident in his voice, sending chills down your spine. But you took a sip of your champagne with a neutral face, not acknowledging him. In truth, you didn’t need to. He leaned down so that his mouth was close to your ear, hands braced on the table as he trapped you against his chest. His chain brushed your neck, not helping the goosebumps erupting all over your skin. His words, low so only you could hear them, didn’t help either. 

“Say bye to your lil friends so I can eat your pussy.”

He paused as you turned your head slightly, your faces close to touching. 

“And stop playing with me.”

His eyebrow arched at you as he pulled back, taking a sip from his whiskey glass. He addressed your friends again, setting the glass down. 

“Ladies,” He said with a charming smile. 

With that, he left you standing there as you slowly looked back to your friends who gaped back at you. 

“Bye.” You said finally, scurrying from the reception hall as fast as your legs would carry you.

You found Ony outside the building, perched against the wall. A blunt hung from his lips as he gazed at you sidelong. You approached slowly, hips swaying with each step. His eyes never left yours as he sparked up and inhaled, exhaling the smoke slowly. You felt dizzy with need but you weren’t down that bad. Not yet. 

You took the blunt as he passed it to you. You let the smoke soothe you before you exhaled. You took a few more pulls before passing it back to him. 

“Take your panties off,” He said finally, after a long draw. 

You tutted, crossing your arms. 

“You just gon’ act like you ain’t ghost me, Ony?”

“I was wrong for that. But I'm here now, ain't it?” He said casually. 

You rolled your eyes, turning to go back inside. He grabbed your arm and pulled you back to him, his lips pressing firmly against yours. His mouth teased yours, opening it as smoke billowed between the two of you. His arm slid down to your waist as you exhaled the smoke he gave you. 

He took another pull, exhaling, before he looked back down at you. 

“I told you stop playing with me.”

“Maybe I'm done with you," You bluffed. "Maybe I got me another nigga to fuck on now.”

Ony scoffed, tucking the rest of his blunt away for later.

“Aight, that’s enough of that shit,” He mumbled, grabbing your hand as he pulled you to the side of the building. 

It was a more hidden spot, behind large bushes that wrapped around the front of the building and off to the side. From there, you could see guests entering and exiting but they couldn’t see you unless they were looking hard enough. Your eyes widened as he kneeled in front of you and shoved your dress up your legs. You swatted at his hands, panicking as your eyes darted around. Ony stilled, his gaze hard as he grabbed your hands and looked up at you.

“Don’t piss me off.”

Now, you were down bad. 

You took a shaky breath as he released your hands, going back to bunching up your dress. 

“Hold that,” He said, tossing your leg over his shoulder. 

You did as he asked, taking the garment in your hands. Your body flushed with heat as he shamelessly nuzzled his nose against your soaked core, smelling your needy scent. He kissed your clothed core and pushed your panties aside, holding them in one hand as he slipped a finger into your dripping cunt. He moved the digit in and out, brushing against that soft spot inside you. 

“Oh, fuck,” You whined, your head falling against the wall. 

“Yeah, say that shit you was sayin’ now,” Ony taunted, sliding another digit inside. “This pussy all mine.”

You panted, bracing yourself with a hand on his shoulder, as you forced out your next question.

“What about that bitch from the lounge, Ony?”

“I was gonna try what she was offering, but she wasn’t you,” He said easily, his eyes glued to his fingers moving in and out of you. “Damn, ma. You sucking that shit in.”

“Ony,” You whimpered. “I don’t want to play no games with you--”

“I’m not. That shit not an offer to me when you’re around,” He said firmly. “Now, you gon’ keep complainin’ or you gonna let daddy eat his pussy?”

“Ony--”

Any rebuttal you had became a wanton moan as he didn’t wait for a response, his mouth descending on your clit as his fingers continued to move inside you. You covered your mouth with your hand, trying in vain to stifle the sounds of pleasure he was snatching from you. He pulled his fingers from you gently, spreading your sopping pussy wider as he fucked his tongue in and out of you. 

He ate you out messily, drinking up your juices like sweet nectar. The slurping noises were lewd as he sucked on your clit, teasing it with his tongue before dipping it back into your weeping hole. His performance was drawing pathetic whines from your throat as you tried to keep the two of you from getting caught. Heat pooled in your belly as his mouth on your core drove you toward a heated finish. 

Then, he stopped completely. You let out a confused moan as the pleasure waned, your orgasm evading you. The confusion didn’t last long, however, as you heard his belt coming undone. He pulled himself from his pants as he tore your panties. He hiked your leg around his waist and slid home without warning.

“Hold on to me,” He grunted, his other hand supporting your back.

You wrapped your arms around him, your head resting on his shoulder as he thrust into you. His pace was rough and deep, fucking you like he owned you. Maybe he did. Maybe you wanted him to. You muffled a scream into his shoulder as his length kissed your cervix, unrelenting as the drag of his cock against your tight walls sent you into oblivion.

“Fuck, baby,” He groaned. “You so tight f’me. Takin’ me so good.”

You choked back a sob as his tip brushed that soft spongy spot, bringing back the pool of pleasure from before. Ony noticed your reaction, angling his hips to hit it over and over again. Your whimpers and moans were his own private mixtape as you keened and cried in his ear. He stretched you so good, the feeling of being this full something new and foreign to you. Ony was a bad habit, and he was making sure you wouldn’t be able to kick him any time soon.

That pool of pleasure warmed further with each snap of his hips into yours. Your quiet, open-mouthed cries built in intensity as the temperature inside you began to rise, swirling like a tsunami. You felt yourself teetering on that delicate edge and so could Ony. He picked up the pace. 

“You gonna cum on your dick?” He taunted, egging you on. “You gon’ show me who this dick belong to?”

Your climax crashed over you as you slapped a hand to your mouth, muffling the sob that broke free. He fucked you through your orgasm, prolonging it as your body seized around him. He could barely pull out, opting for shallow thrusts as you came down from your high.

You sagged against the wall, trying to catch your breath as Ony pulled out. He fixed your dress and smoothed it down around the hips. He tucked himself back into his pants and dug his wallet from his pocket, fishing out his room key. 

He flashed it in front of your dazed face before placing it in your hand. He pulled you off the wall, making sure you looked good before nudging you in the direction of the front doors. 

“Go to my room. Third floor, 303. I’ll be there in a minute.”

You looked down at the key card in your hand then back to him. He sparked up his blunt again, blowing out smoke as he smacked your ass. 

“Go ‘head, ma. I’m coming.”

You jumped slightly from the impact and found your feet moving you out of the bushes. You stumbled back into the hotel lobby, walking on wobbly legs to the elevators with his room key clutched in your hand. Your girl, Chelsea, was coming from the restrooms as the two of you made eye-contact. She smirked, her eyes trailing over you. She subtly adjusted the top of her dress, nodding at you.

You took the hint, fixing yours. 

She went back into the reception hall without a word as you fumbled to press the elevator button. 

Your night was not over yet.

[catcherwrites]

The people voted for Corvus and Soren to be the next of my Arc 3 redesigns, and so it was done! I apologise for taking so long, things irl have picked up so I didn’t have as much time to spend on our guys.

Check out the more in-depth story and design choices below

Corvus

Story Choices

Following the events of Arc 2, Corvus, Soren, and Terry travelled with Pyrrah to find King Harrow but were unsuccessful for several months. Returning to Evrkynd empty-handed, King Ezran and Queen Amaya summoned Corvus, informing him that Amaya was stepping down as General of the Standing Battalion and wanted to name Corvus as her replacement. He was deeply honoured to be trusted with the responsibility and accepted the position, believing that he’d still have enough freedom to spend time how he wished. Unfortunately, it wasn’t that simple, and while Terry continued the search for Harrow with his new ally (who I’m keeping secret for now), and Soren returned to his Head Crownguard duties, Corvus was thrown into the proverbial deep end. Stuck coordinating recruitment and training, patrolling the borders, and going on aid missions, Corvus could only return to Katolis once a month for a few days. And while the distance had left his relationship with Soren…awkward, the Crownguard’s schedule was always suspiciously free during his visits (“Well, I have nothing on right now, so I guess we can go for that hike…”).

Design Choices

Designing Corvus was a fun challenge! I tried to communicate his promotion in the Standing Battalion without making him completely unrecognisable. However, because his Arc 1 and 2 designs outfits look like he cobbled together the most practical pieces of armour, they lack the cohesiveness one would expect from a leader – which meant I had to depart from his usual style. To bridge the gap between Tracker-Corvus, Crownguard-Corvus, and General-Corvus, I decided to take inspiration from his initial concept art and blended that with elements of the Standing Battalion uniform and Corvus’ old designs. His scarf, of course, had to stay – but you may notice it’s been stitched up, a strip of the scarf being a gift from Corvus to Soren before he left the Crownguard.

Soren

Story Choices

Soren’s been through quite a lot in Arc 2, dealing with the reopening, mending, and re-reopening of old wounds. He, Terry, and Corvus were sent to look for Harrow, but after a few months, they returned to Katolis defeated. When Corvus privately confessed he’d been transferred back to the Standing Battalion, Soren was happy and supported him through the adjustment period. Though Soren can’t quite explain why, he grew more bitter as the years went by – though he’s done very well to not show it. During the daytime, Soren trained King Ezran in swordplay, improved his poetry, and did his best to keep everyone safe and happy. In the dead of night, however, Soren would slip through the city streets and secretly meet the spies he’d sent to look for Claudia. No one else was allowed to know he was seeking her out alone, not until Soren himself could decide what he would do with Claudia when she was found.

Design Choices

It wasn’t easy to develop an Arc 3 design for Soren! His silhouette was fine, but I went through about 5-6 different colour schemes and 3-4 different cape designs, and I spent so long toggling layers to see which combination worked best. Soren’s armour is a blend of Arcs, but the cape design has completely changed to reflect his elevated rank. His hair is longer and tied back with braided cloth from both Corvus’ scarf and Soren’s cape, and he’s clean-shaven again. I wanted to show that while he’s matured a lot – Soren’s regressed a little since S7. Post-Arc 1 and post-Arc 2 share a lot of similar traumas (Viren dying, Claudia escaping) – but this time, he lacked the same support system. On a more upbeat note, that scar across his face? Hat had grown too big for Soren’s head and dug in to avoid falling. Now Soren only lets Hat rest up there when he has the downtime for it.

[world-of-wales]

THE DUCHY OF CORNWALL HAS ANNOUNCED A NEW VISION FOR DARTMOOR ✨️

Designed as a 20-year roadmap, the Vision outlines a set of guiding principles to inform the future environmental management of the Duchy’s Dartmoor estate. Prioritising a holistic approach, these principles address the need for :

• restoring and enhancing the resilience of the natural landscape; promoting sustainable farming and land use practices (through efforts including ecologically led grazing and the prioritisation of native, species-rich grasslands)

• engaging the local community (through initiatives like developing a rural skills pool and providing affordable housing for landscape managers and retiring workers).

While specific to Dartmoor, the Vision also lays a foundation for other UK wide environmental management plans, highlighting how wild landscapes across the country and beyond can adapt to climate change, sustain rural life and biodiversity, and benefit from a collaborative approach which builds upon knowledge of a wide variety of stakeholders.

The Duchy of Cornwall has identified three key areas of focus that will help realise and deliver on the principles set out in Landscape Vision. These include:

▪︎ Closer, practical partnerships between landowners, farmers and wildlife teams fostering collaboration and mutual respect in what has historically been a contested landscape. A recognition that people are at the heart of Dartmoor, and continued collaboration, will be key to securing its future.

▪︎ A holistic strategy to address Dartmoor’s priority habitat challenges, focusing on coordinated public and private investment in restoring the area’s peatlands and upland mosaic habitats, vital for carbon storage, water retention, and biodiversity. This should involve continued collaboration with key stakeholders, including fire services, the military, commoners, and conservationists, to tackle issues such as wildfire risk and vegetation uniformity.

▪︎ Agri-environment schemes implemented at the catchment level, connecting river headwaters with their onward journey to the sea. These should be complemented by dynamic, nuanced grazing systems that allow sensitive habitats time to recover and regenerate, alongside targeted efforts to restore degraded areas, positioning Dartmoor’s farmers and livestock as vital stewards of the lands.

- x

[vivsinkpot]

Writing Characters with Fairy or Dragonfly Wings: Fragile, Fierce, and Not to Be Underestimated

So maybe your winged character doesn’t have feathered angelic wings or leathery dragon limbs. Maybe their wings are translucent, gossamer, or glittering in the light — the kind of wings that hum like crystal and tear like silk. Let’s talk about fairy, insectoid, dragonfly-like wings — and how to write them in a way that makes them feel real.

This is a follow-up to my original winged character guide — if you’re writing any kind of winged character, definitely check that out first for biomechanics, symbolism, and physical challenges.

Anatomy of a Gossamer Dream

Fairy-style wings are typically modeled on insect wings — dragonflies, butterflies, moths, cicadas — all those delicate, veined wonders of nature.

Lightweight but Strong (Sort Of)

These wings are made of thin membranes stretched over a network of veins.

Dragonfly wings in particular are rigid, allowing agile flight with independent movement (yes — each wing can flap separately).

Butterfly wings are softer, more fluttery, designed for gliding and visual display rather than speed.

✍️ If your character has dragonfly-style wings, think precision, agility, rapid changes of direction. If they have moth or butterfly wings, think grace, drift, allure.

Placement Matters

Insects have multiple pairs of wings (usually two pairs — forewings and hindwings).

You’ll want to decide: do your characters have just one pair, or four wings? Are they stacked or spread out?

✍️ Tip: A four-wing structure gives your character more balance, lift, and complexity — but also more space needed, more room for injury, and more movement to coordinate.

Fragility and Function

These wings may be beautiful, but they are vulnerable. Treat them that way in your writing.

Delicate Damage

Gossamer wings tear easily — on thorns, rough walls, during fights, even in bad weather.

Once damaged, they might be painful, irreparable, or regrow slowly.

This vulnerability can be symbolic — a representation of your character’s innocence, past traumas, or changing identity.

✍️ A torn wing might be your character’s equivalent of a limp, a scar, or a lost voice. Or it might be something they’re deeply ashamed of — a mark of exile from a fae court, perhaps.

Environmental Hazards

Rain is heavier than it looks — it can ground or drown tiny-winged creatures.

Smoke, dust, and cobwebs can destroy the delicate membranes.

Cold weather makes membranes brittle and prone to cracking.

✍️ Think about a scene where a fairy-like character has to crawl to shelter in a storm, or shelter their wings under a cloak, or cut their flight short to preserve their mobility.

Aesthetic and Symbolism

Fairy wings are rarely just functional. They are emblems — of status, magic, mood, and identity.

Wings As Personal Expression

Wing color, shape, and shimmer could be tied to emotion, rank, or species.

Maybe your characters’ wings change with age, seasons, or personal development (think: molting, metamorphosis, magical flux).

Transparent wings might become iridescent when touched, or darken with grief.

✍️ Describe how the wings catch the light. Make it matter when someone sees their reflection ripple across them. That’s character, not just costume.

Courtly Hierarchies

Wings could denote nobility, caste, or function in a fae society.

Torn or clipped wings might signal punishment or shame.

Artificial wings — prosthetic, magical, or glamoured — could reflect ambition, bitterness, or resilience.

✍️ Imagine a fairy queen with tattered, barely functional wings — not from battle, but because she gave her flight for power.

Combat, Flight, and Movement

Small wings don’t mean weak characters. In fact, they’re often deadliest in motion.

Zipping Through Battle

Think hummingbird/dragonfly logic: speed, agility, unpredictability.

Fae warriors might use flight to dodge, dart, or launch from trees like wasps with knives.

Your character may not overpower their enemies, but they can outmaneuver them.

When They Can’t Fly

When grounded, wings get in the way. They might drag, snag, or shimmer too brightly in stealth situations.

Some characters might hide them, fold them tightly, or even glamour them away to pass as human.

✍️ Wings as a visible difference can signal everything — pride, alienation, vulnerability. Decide how your character handles being seen.

Worldbuilding Ideas for Faerie/Dragonfly-Winged Characters

Here’s some bonus worldbuilding to enrich your story:

Doorways shaped like arches to allow winged movement.

Suspended walkways, canopy villages, or vertical cities designed for aerial beings.

Wing-care stations: like spas or temples, for grooming, magical repair, or seasonal molting.

Winged court etiquette: a lowered wing as submission, a flare as threat, brushing wings as a form of intimacy.

Final Thoughts

Fairy wings are more than just sparkles and flutter. They can be a lens through which you explore vulnerability, pride, identity, and transformation. They can make your character otherworldly, but also deeply human.

Let them shine. Let them tear. Let them shimmer and fall and rise again.

💬 Reblog and tell me what color your OC’s wings are. Do they hum like cicadas? Pulse like flame? Or barely hold together after what they’ve been through?

And don’t forget to check out Part One: Writing Characters with Wings for everything on wingspans, anatomy, and the practical realities of flight.