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i-am-vita · 1 year ago

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A Diversion Dance 💃

A Mihawk x Oc Ghost Rose

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Based on my OPLA older guysxfemreader headcanons and this inspiration right here.

It just took a month and a half but it's finally done... the first part. Writing directly in a second language is not helping.

Summary: One year ago, you came out of semi-retirement to help the Phantom Pirates infiltrate the Hacienda of a famous Wine Producer during a party to recover and destroy some information. But you had to resort to some last minute diversions to maintain certain Warlord from a business meeting at the office being robbed by your crew. Warnings: SFW but sexy, some swearing (I managed to not used fuck that much). Use of You not y/n. Female Oc. Still probably Bad English. Consistent Time Tenses who? Expect: White collar robbery, falling while dancing, over the top improvised dance choreography, Cinderella trope but with smooches and eventual fighting, she's falling first (and in denial) but he'll fall harder, Mask of Zorro aesthetic.

1 year ago...

The probability of a Warlord walking to any ball, specially one in honor of the local Marine Base, was low but never zero.

Especially when you knew there was a Warlord’s meeting that day somewhere else, far away enough.

Unless of course that warlord was Dracule Mihawk whom you'd soon learn never assisted to those meetings but of fucking course would assist to a party hosted by the most famous wine producer in the Grand Line. The same wine producer who was being used by some associates as a cover for intel dealings regarding the Revolutionaries secret bases. The intel your Captain was handsomely paid to acquire and destroy. The same wine producer Mihawk was so interested to strike a deal regarding a cargo of their wines to be shipped to his residence.

You hated to do diversions but there was really no other option. Your two crewmates experts in it were already working on their own targets.

Meg having the two high officers most dangerous for the mission eating from her hand thanks to her perfumes that none of them would notice a stampede in the middle of the ballroom.

Meanwhile, Raoul had just disappeared with the party's Host to a little rendezvous in his office where he would confirm their intel of the layout of the place and hide the Den Den Mushi Transmitter which will deactivate the security on the windows so your infiltrators could get inside and steal the information from the concealed drawer in the desk and other goods.

Normally it would be you leading the infiltrating team but then Carlotta, dressed as a maid, almost shouted through her Den Den Mushi Comm of HIM having just entered the hall.

And now only one decision was there to make: the red or the black dress?

"Apologies, Warlord, my boss is currently setting up some business in his office with another... interested party." Your maid-crewmate heard the Butler explain nervously. "But of course we'll escort you to his presence as soon as he's finished. Meanwhile you're very welcome to the party. There're samples of our best harvests for you to try."

Well, fuck.

That would undo all your timing and ruin the entire operation. Who knows when you will have another opportunity to infiltrate the Hacienda this easily.

Your crew is so efficient and low profile that the Marine have connected you to just a handful of the real amount of your thieveries through the years. You were sure if the World Gobernment realize how much fuck up they really were thanks to the Phantom Pirates, your bounties'd be thripled.

And neither of you wanted that.

So the red dress it was.

Mihawk will never admit it to you until years later, but he saw you the moment you set foot in the ballroom. The daring color of your dress a startling contrast with the white of the marine officers and the most tamed and proper colors of the other guests, like a drop of blood over fresh snow. The asymmetrical cut of the skirt allowed the view of a long shapely leg encased in black stocking but not up enough to show its laces. Your face partially obscured by a lace half mask over your eyes and cheekbones like most of the guests.

He averted his gaze before you had the opportunity to make eye contact with him. Giving back his attention to the sommelier who was currently presenting him a collection of sweet wines the Warlord didn’t ask for (and boring him to hell) but still followed your path with the corner of his eye. Several gentlemen being equally ensnared by your entrance and trying to draw your attention or get a dance.

But you were set to one objective: lure Dracule Mihawk enough time for your team to break in and out of the office as soon as Raoul gave them the signal after the Host returned to the party.

Fuck, you really hated diversions.

Mostly because it implied being VERY close to certain unsavory or immoral characters that you'd rather cut their throat than make polite conversation.

Although, if there was a time for you to finally have to divert someone, there were worse options than the infamous Dracule Mihawk.

Your crew tends to keep his distance from the Warlords as the Phantom Pirates, your captain preferring to maintain any contact with the World Government and its associates through his real identity as a noble.

But thanks to Shanks, you may know a thing or two about the World’s Best Swordsman.

He’s a somber son of a gun. Gettin’ a smile out of that guy is like pulling out teeth. It’s all that stuffy dry red wine he likes. He’d totally like you! You two would hit it off!

How would you pull that off? You have no idea but if the Redhead wasn't right about his former rival, you were going to scrag him the next time you see him.

The Warlord certainly has the look of someone who you wouldn’t mind being approached by. His old bounty posters failed to state the real air of elegance he exudes, even from afar. His clothes, while stylish, didn’t seem appropriate for an up class ball. An open white ruffle shirt that showed off his muscled chest almost as much as if he weren’t wearing it, a golden cross pendant glowing in the candle lights. Black pants tucked in pristine tall black boots. His signature hat and coat were missing but a dark long cape hung from his shoulders embracing his figure in more darkness. Not helping with his look of power and danger. Certainly the great sword at his back added to it, the most famous Yoru. Does he ever take it off?

You arrived at the bar with as much nonchalance as you were capable and was immediately invited by the sommelier to have some of their product, who seemed to be so much into his exposition of sweet reds to not notice the growing irritation of his patron.

"Madam, would you care for a taste of our Starlight Night. The passing of a comet that year gave us a unique harvest like never before." And proceed to explain to you the importance of the stars’ position while harvesting. You like wine as much as the next person but your knowledge was limited to the type you liked and disliked. The man didn’t even bother to ask your preference and all his verbiage was making you a little edgy.

You have a job to do and this newbie was getting on your nerves, not to mention Mihawk looked like walking away any second, glass of his preferred wine be damned. You smiled broadly and gave an exaggerated gesture with a shoulder that you knew enhanced the line of your neck.

"Ohh, how thoughtful, sir. We've heard wonders of this exact method." You said with fake affectation accepting the glass. "Perhaps you'll be so kind as to explain it to my colleagues." You pointed to a group of guests at the other side of the ballroom.

The employee didn't take long to follow your suggestion and left with a trail of glasses and bottle for his next marketing victim.

With the useless fool finally out of his sight (really, what was doing such an amateur attending potential customers?), he took one of the bottles whose label convinced him the most and served himself a glass to finally have a taste of dryness and spices in his tongue to try to get rid of the bitterness of having to wait in this forsaken party of social climbers.

A loud sight from you got him out of his musings.

"I hate nothing more than an overseller.” You tested giving a side glance to the Warlord. “If their product is that good they wouldn't need such storytelling, would they?"

That got you Dracule's attention who turned his golden gaze towards you and raised an eyebrow. You could feel a not so unpleasant chill down your back at his intensity.

"Clever technique. I was considering just cutting the fool in half to shut him up." You couldn't hide a smirk at his dry humor, although unclear if it was a joke at all.

You took a sip of the dark liquid in your glass, getting a taste of unexpected sweetness, fruity and floral flavors.

"Well, our mutual wasn't as full of shit as I thought." You mentioned giving another sip to the sweet wine. By the Warlord's expression, you knew he totally differed. "Not keen on sweet wine, are you, my Lord?"

He gave you a little smirk and a side glance. You took another sip in defiance.

"I'm keen on red wine not berries juice."

This time you did have to control yourself to not let out a laugh and spit the wine still in your mouth, it coming out as a very undignified snort. You gave the man a playful killing glare over your glass that had the effect of widen his smirk.

Ha! Take that, Redhead!

Mihawk was feeling... surprisingly amused by this little interaction.

The amount of people capable of holding his gaze, let alone daring to joke with him was less than the fingers of one hand. Still, he could recognize an attempt at seduction no matter how subtle but the even fewer women who dared to approach him usually played a more submissive role.

He liked your boldness.

And the fact you look exactly like his type of woman with perfect golden tan skin, long legs and curvaceous figure… A shame he has no time for a rendezvous tonight, eager to get his business done and go on his merry way away from this Marine reeking party.

"So... What brings a man of your notoriety to this gathering, my Lord. Certainly not the honorable guests or the sparkling conversations." You said pointing with your head to the surrounding Marines who gave distasteful looks at his direction between murmurs and sips of wine.

Another raised eyebrow and what you hoped was an interested stare. So you did know about his status and reputation and yet were completely unafraid of approaching him.

"Only business. I wasn't aware of this little gathering." He said pointing at the ballroom with distaste in his voice. "Not my favorite type of... companionship. Although, the conversation may be... improving. Even if you have an abysmal taste in wine, my Lady."

Well, you didn't completely suck at this, you thought while still siping the sweet red with a challenging smirk of your own.

With the corner of your eye, you managed to catch a glimpse of Raoul coming inside the room, the Host mere steps behind with his Butler whispering in his ear. Your eyes found those of your maid-disguised crewmate, Carlotta, who gave you a small nod.

The clock was running from now on.

Several couples had just started to dance to the new song of the orchestra when you were hit by a burst of inspiration.

"May I have this dance, my Lord. Kill some time before your business meeting?"

You know you’re not the best at small talk and pretending attraction for someone but you love to dance… and you’d rather not think of the small pull you felt towards the Warlord as attraction at all.

"... Why not?" He answered by raising his hand in an inviting gesture. You couldn’t hide a small smile of relief and parted with your glass of wine to reciprocate his gesture.

Mihawk seized the moment to take your hand towards his mouth to place a light kiss. His yellow irises catched a small flush on your cheeks and an intake of air through your half parted lips.

He guided you to the dancefloor into a perfect waltz stance before leading you through it with long strides and wide swirls following the lively tempo created by the strings of guitars and mandolins.

The familiar dance steps lured you into a comfort state. It took you a few seconds to realize how was it possible, being in the arms of one of the most dangerous men in the world and any misstep in this heist potentially leading to a catastrophe to your crew, until it dawned on you.

Dracule Mihawk was an excellent dancer.

It wasn’t just the proper following of the steps but his gracefulness and fluidity and how he guided your body through it like an extension of his own.

What kind of swordsman would I be if I didn’t have perfect stance and footing? A memory came from so far away. Of the intense dark eyes of another man deep in your past, of that first time you set foot in a ballroom. How much you despised the process of it all until that young gentleman asked for your first dance…

"Something on your mind, my Lady?" Mihawk’s voice brought you back to the present and to the intensity of his own golden eyes.

"Apologies, my Lord, my mind wandered for a second."

"Oh? To whom may I ask?"

"Jealous, Lord Dracule?" You teased smirking playfully. You were aware you couldn't just lie to his face. One didn't come as high as him by taking any bullshit. So half truths it was. "Just... I was thinking how much I missed certain things in this life. I can go without all the pomp and small talk of these gatherings but I did miss... this."

Mihawk didn't expect such a candid answer. He could tell by the subtle change in your voice that your yearning was sincere.

"This...?"

"A good dance partner..." The thrill of the chase, the adrenaline of the lurking danger, your traitorous mind offered while starting to get lost in the eyes of one of the most powerful men in all the Blues.

"Have you been apart from this life for a while?"

"Certain responsibilities have kept me away from... indulging these past years. This is an extraordinary occasion."

"Extraordinary indeed..."

Who were you? He wondered while resisting the desire to bring you nearer to him and inhale that subtle fruity and flowery scent from your hair, much like that awful sweet wine you seemed so fond of. Certainly not a debutante seeking a match. Your beauty more akin to full maturity, probably closer to his own age.

Nor a widow, especially those of the upper class who tended to show off more of their riches on their bodies yet you were mostly unadorned save for a modest dark lace with a rose pendant on your neck. The same dark lace that adorned more than hid the upper half of your face. No earrings or bracelets. Although, were those steel rings on each of your middle fingers? Not gold or silver.

Or were you one of those unattached women who seek the protection of powerful men? No, you had mentioned certain responsibilities keeping you from indulging. The fact you have forgone gloves was telling. Your hands, while elegant, weren’t those of an upper class lady, with short and practical manicured nails, skin lightly calloused in certain places more akin to someone who worked with certain instruments. A business woman looking for some distraction?

Whatever of the above, at this stage most women were already trying their best tricks to lure him. Eyelash shakes, sultry smiles, casual intimate touches. Mostly pathetic and boring. Or were you so sure of your beauty to take this more neutral stance and wait until your natural allure and witt worked on him?

And then getting lost in your thoughts in the middle of dancing after being the one to ask him. Was what you said all you were looking for? A good dance partner or a dance partner?

Certainly he was so full of himself as to feel a little insulted that the first woman who caught his eye in years wasn’t actively seducing him by now even if he had no intention of letting himself be seduced that night and would walk away after this little distraction.

The waltz came to its end with both of you maintaining a proper pose and distance despite the intensity of his stare awakening a desire for nearness. The couples undid their poses to applaud the orchestra, giving you a moment to break contact with the deep golden gaze of the Warlord to collect yourself.

Over the shoulder of your dance partner, you saw Raoul making a circular move with his hand, signing you to keep going.

You noticed the Warlord's eyes scanning the crowd, no doubt looking for the Butler who would take him to his meeting at the office currently being robbed by your crewmates.

Time for the big guns.

"Would you care to try something more... robust, my Lord?"

That had the power to hold Mihawk's attention back to you. That spark of challenge in your eyes again. He had seen that same spark in many others who sought to duel with him.

So intriguing.

"Do you feel an equal to the task, my Lady?"

You gave him a wink and signal for a maid who approached you, whispered something to her and sent her to the small orchestra near the corner.

You guided Dracule to the center of the emptying dance floor, your arm extended to his with only your hands touching... until the first strings of guitar and brass wind instruments started.

Mihawk took your hand with firmness and drew you to his body. You let him guide you into a dip over his arm and then the other but then raised yourself meeting him face to face in defiance. Both started to dance around without looking away from each other's eyes, arms intertwining and departing, following the lively rhythm of the strings like swords in a battle.

His right hand finally caught yours and led you gracefully in a series of spins, making your dress flutter around your legs, before pulling you towards him until being face to face again. Your lips almost gracing. You tilt your head backward feeling Mihawk’s breath making a path to your neck and dangerously close to your cleavage.

That single motion had the power to leave you more breathless than the intense performance.

You back away playfully, arms raised as if in denial of his advance. Mihawk smiled despite himself, eager to bring you back to himself by trying some footing to approach you and catch your waist but you avoided him with a poise and grace he had yet to see in most swordsmen that had dared to duel him.

The dramatic twirl half undid your updo and left your back to him. You gave him a daring look over your shoulder between locks of dark wavy hair, arms extended as in invitation that he took by taking you again in his arms, your back to his chest, and sweeping with you across the dance floor. You could feel the warmth of his skin against yours through the back opening of your dress along with the cold of the golden pendant.

He stopped a moment to guide your hand to his neck, your fingers tangling in his dark curls, while his other hand wandered to your abdomen and just below your breasts, tightening his embrace and grazing his lips on your neck for a small second before a last crescendo of the music made you twirl away from him, like running from his attention towards you. But the Warlord was relentless in his pursuit, catching your hand and pulling you fiercely back to him, the momentum making you lift your leg around his waist where he took it to bring you even closer to him. The asymmetrical cut of your skirt allowed him to feel the texture of your stocking. His wide palm traced a path from your knee up to your tight. Almost grazing the satchel hiding your short dagger and small assortment of knives still hide under the fabric.

His free hand traveled to your waist leading your body in a low dip with the last strings of the song. You hold to his broad shoulders, one of your hands tangled in his dark curls guiding his bowed head up your abdomen, over your breasts and neck, lips mouthing the rose pendant in his wander, to almost touch his lips with yours as he lifted you back.

For a wild second, Mihawk considered taking your lips with his own, eager to know if they taste as sweet as the red you sampled. The sound of applause brought him out of his reverie, reminding him of his stubbornness of not letting himself be seduced that night, not matter his own pursuit of you during your enthralling dance. His sharp eyes focused on your glazed gaze, like you were waking up from a dream. He wondered if that would be your sight after rapture. Your eyes cleared after a second, opening in surprise as you were just aware of the position you had ended.

The sound of a clearing throat broke the moment.

"Ejem... Warlord, we've been looking for you. I was told you were interested in a purchase. Should we discuss it at my office?" Spoke a gentleman whom you recognized as the Host of the ball.

No fucking way!

"Of course." Mihawk answered, letting you go gently until you recovered your footing and finally breaking your eye contact to turn around to the newcomer. "In a moment."

Your eyes found the panicked sight of Carlotta shaking her head.

You still needed more time!

"Can't I convince you to extend your stay, my lord?” You asked, hoping not to sound as out of breath as you felt for what you were suggesting. “Surely, any other affair can wait until the morning..."

The hawk-like golden eyes of the swordsman wandered back to you and over your form, from the half undone updo, the free locks of hair falling in waves framing your slightly flushed face, to your red lips parted like begging to be kissed. Have you finally decided you want a partner for another kind of dance? You looked like temptation incarnated for him but it had been a time since he had let himself be distracted by temptations, no matter how captivating.

"Not today, my lady." He took your hand to his lips in a goodbye kiss that had no business being so sensual.

You'll lie to yourself all you wanted for the next year, but the idea of bringing that same hand to his cheek to draw his face to an actual kiss so you could steal his gold cross came after. In that moment you were desperate to scratch just one more second with him and taking a taste of his lips didn’t sound as bad as ten minutes ago.

You immediately felt his lips moving against yours and his hands at your hips drawing you to him. Your breasts pressed against his strong torso when you felt the cross and the idea hit your mind. You sneak your hand behind his neck to undo the clasp of the necklace in a swift movement, disguising it as a caress to his hairline and playing with the short curls there. Your other hand roamed his chest to collect the valuable item, being able to feel his warm skin and the defined muscles twitching under your fingers.

You were barely pulling apart when his lips started leaving a trail of kisses to your cheek and your neck. One of his hands moving up your back to the cutout of your dress to caress the skin there, the other getting tangled in your hair. You were unable to hold a small moan that had you almost dropping the gold cross but managed to hold onto it and hide it between the folds of your dress.

Mihawk had thought you bold before but daring to steal a kiss from him was a level not an individual had ever ventured. Your lips did taste of the sweet red wine from before, but infinitely better. And why on all the Blues was he resisting you? He wondered while inhaling the sweet scent of flowers and fruits in your hair. Whatever foul mood that plagued him upon entering this residence had melted away upon your first approach to him.

He was about to just whisper in your ear to fuck with his business and take you to his ship when another throat clearing was heard. With a hand still caressing your back, Mihawk turned to the Host, ready to dismiss the man until the next morning.

Before being able to express his change of plans, the Warlord felt two things at the same time. Or more like the absence of them. Your skin under his hand and the familiar weight of his heavy pendant hanging from his neck.

Dracule Mihawk turned around just to see you disappear through the doors leading outside… in such a swift movement almost invisible to the naked eye and just possible by an expert haki user.

You moved as fast as you could to the wide opening that led to the vineyards without drawing as much attention as you already had. You passed near a stunned Carlotta and murmured your only-emergency word.

“Cauliflower.”

Which was code for “don’t wait for me and get the hell out”. Last time you had to resort to it was 10 years ago and ended with a bounty poster with the byname “The Ghost Rose”. No image but the drawing of the rose carved knife you left behind.

This time, with a Warlord of the Seas after your trail you may have no such luck. Your only hope was being as fast as your abilities allow you.

Part 2 soon.

Kudos to those who get the cauliflower reference.

#mihawk dances flamenco #but also other things #one piece #one piece live action #opla #opla x reader #opla mihawk #one piece mihawk #dracule mihawk #x reader #mihawk x reader #one piece x reader #reader insert #fem reader

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cakeleighh · 19 days ago

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TW: blood!

Hey did anyone ask for doodles with my OC Jonathan from my Batman fic FCMH SCMS?? No? Well, here they are! Because I am procrastinating, and I might as well post the doodles that I’m using to procrastinate.

Minor spoiler warning, I guess, for the fate of some of the side characters in the fic?? Their fates span several chapters so I can’t say specifically which chapter it’s a spoiler for.

I did mention in a A/N that Jonathan was gonna dye his hair. I still wanna make a smol comic with the scene, but in the mean time you lovelies can have this.

Honestly don’t know how Jonathan managed to deal with his father for so long, couldn’t be me lol.

Should I do a little explanation of the side character’s and their fates? I probably should, because it can be kinda hard to piece together unless explicitly stated.

Marcel — Martin’s side piece The guy who’s an overall handyman in their facility. Got a problem with test samples? A problem with plumbing and Dr Willard refuses to hire a professional to take care of it? Marcel can help. He’s a strong silent type who isn’t the most social, but he’ll help anyone who asks to the best of his ability.

Of course he’s probably the most we’ve seen of another researcher other than Martin and Jonathan, so he’s appeared in quite a few scenes. And it’s normally been pretty clear it’s Marcel if he does appear in a scene.

He was the one who tried to shoot the two dragons -even if he was never properly trained in that department- and Jason subsequently burnt his face off.

But he is alive! Barely, but he is. And Dr Willard really didn’t take it well when he learned what happened to Marcel.

Sarah — A side character that has reappeared now and again, but it’s hard to pinpoint as a reader because she’s not always referred to by name. Normally identified by the unidentifiable stains on her lab coat, she was one of the scientist testing on the two brothers when they were being scanned. She was also the one driving the second van that Jason was being transported in.

All of the scientists are smart, but Sarah is extremely quick thinking and adaptable. She made the decision to try and run Tim over even though they were terrified. She was also the one who used a wrench to smash Tim’s head in to get him off of Marcel.

And when she saw Jason, she was immediately like ‘lol, nope. Not dying today -see ya!’ And got out of there as quick as she could, because she understood the depth of the situation. Unfortunately leaving Marcel to a worse fate, but hey, she got out alive and that’s the most important thing for her.

So arguably one of the most intelligent people in that bunker.

Also, unlike most of the rest, she understood how serious their little research testing was becoming in the grand scheme of things. So instead of going back to Dr Willard and quitting, she decided to go into hiding and try her best to remain under the radar. Because she knows this will only snow ball into worse things, and she doesn’t want to be associated with it.

Mike — oh sweet, unfortunate Mike. Appeared, died, then got a tiny itty-bit of explanation from Jonathan’s POV. He’s the guy who got BD’d when Jason and Tim were exposed to abyssal salt initially.

He was closest to Jonathan compared to the rest, and it was only just before he died that it revealed how regretful he was of being a part of the facility. It was in direct contrast to what he told Jonathan, with how they needed to just continue on and not think too hard about it.

But of course Jonathan wasn’t there to hear the wails of man who knew he was about to die.

And that’s all the focus he’ll get in the fic… alive atleast ;)

Margret — The unfortunate soul who tried to restrain Jason and got her arm ripped apart by his newly formed teeth.

Of course when reading, you have no clue who gets injured in the fic until they refer to her by name a few chapters later. And of course she didn’t stay long because the injuries were serious enough that Dr Willard had to allow her to go to a hospital.

Fun fact! She has no clue what happened in the bunker after she left. She was officially cut from the program for security reasons, and forced to sign who knows how many NDA’s when she was barely lucid enough in the hospital. She doesn’t know what was happening to the test subjects. And she doesn’t know that the test subjects got out.

Of course Dr Willard is keeping an eye on her, but I can assure you it’s for no noble reasons.

~•~

So yeah! Those are the little side characters in the fic, I know it can be hard to distinguish who’s who (especially from Tim and Jason’s POV), but it was done on purpose -and they’re not that important anyway. Hopefully, this little post can just clear it up if anyone was actually curious.

If anyone is somehow interested enough in these goobers, and has some questions; feel free to ask! :D

#my art #au #batman #dc #tim drake #jason todd #fcmh scms #dragon au #my fic #Jonathan Willard #Dr Willard #Martin Willard #OCs #rip to Marcel I guess #had the worst experience I think #because atleast for Mike it was over in an instant

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krovscastlerpg · 4 months ago

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LOVE IS IN THE AIR

The castle ballroom has been decked out for the evening –– hearts and rose bushes with all sorts of pinks, reds, and golds covering the room from floor to ceiling. Outside the expansive windows fresh snow falls on the already covered castle grounds lit by moonlight, only adding the cozy and romantic atmosphere inside. There's magic lingering around the room for those who can detect it that will discreetly generate feelings of happiness and desire to only enhance the evening for everyone's enjoyment.

Servers in uniforms with trays of various hors d'oeuvres are wandering around offering out samples to guests. An open bar is situated off to the side for drinks with special Valentine's Day cocktails being served along with the usual wine (including blood), beer, and other liquor. A live band plays instrumental music right in front of the dance floor for everyone to gather round and find a partner. Dance cards have been handed out to everyone upon entry for them to use as they please (or not at all).

The slaves from the Undercroft have been brought up dressed to the nines in hopes that they fetch a lonely master's attention this evening. What better way to meet someone new?

On behalf of the council, we thank you all for joining us tonight and we hope you enjoy. Happy Valentine's Day!

DRESS CODE

Event dress code is black tie/formal wear. Tuxedos, suits and ties, formal dresses, and ball gowns are all acceptable attire for anyone attending. Outfits can be "sexy" and showing skin so long as it is considered tasteful enough and fits within the code. Anything deemed inappropriate will be turned away from joining the festivities by the chief of staff. Masks are required upon entry.

Masters, staff members, and villagers all have the luxury of choosing their own outfits for this event. Claimed and purchased slaves should rely on their masters to supply them with whatever they prefer for their claims so long as it abides by the dress code. Unclaimed slaves will have attire chosen for them by the castle (players will choose these outfits themselves from the castle).

EVENT TASK

Post your characters’ Valentine's Day outfits now that the event has begun! Make sure to tag these posts as #krovscastletask so we can all see and enjoy them.

OOC RULES

Our Valentine's Day event will run until February 17th. In game, this event will take place on the night of Valentine's Day (February 14th). Like always, players are free to choose if they wish to participate or not (although we highly encourage this as an opportunity to seek out new interactions between characters).

Players should only post starters that are related to the event now that it has begun. Please tag all open starters only with #event starter and #krovscastlestarter. Make sure to mention @krovscastlestarters as well! Our rules on open starters in terms of limits and response requirements still apply; please see here for information. Please do NOT use the #krovscastleevent tag so that players can easily find event information without starters clogging this tag. Keep in mind to reply to other open starters being posted. Open starters that are not related to the event will be reblogged after it has ended. Any starters prior to the event needing five responders will be advertised after our event ends.

Players who are participating in the event MUST put non-event threads on hold during event week. This is to ensure that event time is used for event things. If players have one or two non-event threads they've discussed with a partner to keep moving during an event for specific reasons, that is acceptable. Otherwise we should be seeing a dash of more event threads than non-event ones during the event. All non-event threads can be picked back up again once the event is over.

Rules for masters, slaves, staff, and villagers still apply in Krovs Castle! This means anyone, regardless of their role, who misbehaves or breaks rules in the castle will answer to the enforcer. Villagers who cause problems in the castle may be escorted out by castle guards and banned for the rest of the evening from the event.

Unclaimed slaves are advised to behave their best and follow any orders they’ll receive. They are allowed to wander around the ballroom unsupervised but the rest of the castle is off limits. Guards on duty are posted by the entry points and watching. Any unclaimed slave that misbehaves or attempts to leave the ballroom without an escort (a master, staff, or villager) will be reported to the enforcer to handle. After the event, all unclaimed slaves will be returned to the Undercroft unless they have been rented.

Claims and purchases will stay intact throughout the event and all individual collars and marks will remain as well. Unclaimed slaves and staff members will continue to wear their usual collars, which can only be taken off by a master.

Applications will still be accepted during the event week.

Players, please LIKE this post so that we know it has been read.

#krovscastleevent #krovs valentines ball 2025

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kkshowtunes · 2 years ago

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reblog for sample size!

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munchboxart · 7 months ago

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Fountain pen ink update, I've collected quite a collection of inks! Unfortunately, I underestimated how many blues I decided to get LOL I still have more on the way as well.

I just bought Machu Picchu by Diamine, Milky Way by Troublemaker, and a sample of Quantum Teal by Birmingham Pens that I'm really excited to try.

I just realised I didn't swatch another purple I had that's also called Milky Way (but it's by Pentonote). I also swatched Classic Green by Diamine but just didn't show it off because I... only have 1 green, but I'll be happy to share if anyones interested.

By the way, all of these swatches (except for the Classic Green) is done by a glass dip pen.

Some notes for similar inks: Boilers Steam by Birmingham Pens and Dragon by Octopus Fluids are pretty much identical, the main difference is that Dragon is a lot more sheenier. Maskara and Simulan by Vinta Inks are also extremely similar, the main difference is that Maskara is a little more warmer, while Simulan is cooler. Bog Sage and Snowfield by Dominant Industry look similar on camera, but Bog Sage shades a lot more, while Snowfield is just lighter (and has glitter).

As for favorite inks, my opinion heavily depends on how it looks when writing with a fountain pen, but I will say I really like Dugong Bughaw by Vinta Inks (my mega sheener ink) and Dragon by Octopus Fluids. I'm really looking forward to using Blueze Hadancourt by Dominant Industry on my pen because It looks really pretty (Yuletide by Diamine as well). Oh! Classic Green too, but I just put that in yesterday so I'll have to do more writing, but I like how it looks (but maybe it's just because it's a change from blue-purples). LASTLY, I really love the Cat swatch by Colorverse, I believe it looks best with dip pen.

As for inks I want to get in the future, the only ink I have in mind that I want to get 100% is Gyeyu Jeongnan by Colorverse. I love snow, and it looks like blood on snow which I think looks really cool. And at least one Wearingeul ink. I almost caved and bought The Great Gatsby for myself, but I heard a lot of reviews that it was underwhelming so I held back on it. I bought 1984 for a friend and red glitter on red ink is crazy. Enki, Wendy Darling, White Rabbit, I am a cat, and The Happy Prince seem like inks I'm interested in, though.

As for new pens. From left to right: Lamy Safari (M), Jinhao Acrylic 82 (M), Monteverde Ritma (Omniflex), Jinhao Tiandao 1935, and Pilot Kakuno (M)

I'm pretty sure I showed off my Lamy Safari before but I'll show it again because I like how it looks and reminds me of a Premier Ball (my fav).

I do have more pens but they're unremarkable. What I do want to talk about is my Monteverde Ritma. I've wanted this thing since the beginning of my proper Fountain Pen journey. I believe it's the most expensive pen I have so far. The capping and posting is magnetic which I absolutely love. The unfortunate part is the Omniflex nib. I never heard of it before and wanted to try it, good fucking god do not ever get this nib, it will not work 95% of the time. You need to be gentle with it otherwise you will permanently spread the tines so far apart that ink wont flow anymore. Just get a medium nib, my Monteverde has been rendered useless for now before I get a JoWo #6 replacement. It's unfortunate because the nib is gorgeous too! It just fucking sucks nut

The other pen I wanted to talk about is the Jinhao Tiandao 1935 (2 pictured under the pen pic). This is my absolute favorite pen. I wasn't sure I was gonna like it because it's the fattest pen I have but I love writing with this thing! Unfortunately, it does leak a lot more by the slit/breather hole of the nib compared to my other pens, but it's cool. I did also get this pen for the design at first. I think my friend finds the guitar clip corny but I like it a lot!!! It's funny as fuck. I might get a red version of this pen just because of how much I love it.

I'll be laying off of the pen collecting after that, I did get a Moonman M2 (not pictured) as my first eyedropper and it's just fine, I like how the ink looks in the barrel though. The only other pen I have in mind that I still want to get is an Opus 88 Demonstrator. I LOVEEE frosted stuff, I wish more pen companies did that style of design. I'm just... still working my way up on whether I am willing to spend 100+ on a pen.

I'll be slowing down a lot with these since I barely used any of the inks since I don't really write outside of work stuff, but also I've become very picky with what I want now, especially since I've made a conscious effort to go for more warmer or green inks because I have a crazy collection of cool colors right now. I'm also picky with inks in general, I really don't like normal ass inks where there's nothing special about it (no sheening or shimmer), but funny enough, I'm also very picky with the sheen was well (I don't like purple/green sheens). Also, I find that a lot of my inks look a little lighter compared to my glass dip pen samples, but I don't know if it's just that most of my pens run dry or what. If that is the case, then that's a little disappointing.

But that's it so far, I'll be happy to do a writing sample of any of the inks if anyone's interested.

EDIT: I just remembered one other thing.

I've wanted to get an ink muddler for a long time but they just do not fucking sell this one (this is by Dominant Industry) in NA for some reason OR they just sell out fast, which is really sad. I need to get one of these because my glass dip pen fucking sucks at swatching with, and I really do not want to waste Q-tips.

#shoutout to the filo inks (vinta inks and troublemaker even tho i havent received my tbmkr ink yet)#oomfs told me that troublemaker is the more popular one over vinta inks which surprised me #since ive heard of vinta first over the other #etc #long post sorry LOL #it was supposed to be short but i got lost in the sauce #long post

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whatevertheweather · 1 year ago

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Thank you @thewholelemon @cutestkilla @monbons @forabeatofadrum @mooncello and @run-for-chamo-miles for the tags, there is so much good going around today! Seriously y'all have me yearning to write something long and complicated and meaningful, ugh.

I don't have any fic like that in the works, though. I was trying to prod at a document that's been languishing for a while that is at least kind of meaningful, but I'm having such trouble. If anyone wants to brainstorm, please feel free to throw that message at me like a paper ball.

But barring meaningful and complicated, there is Musical Chairs, which does have the adjective long going for it. It's also giving me such trouble in such a small section, but I'm trying. Here's the littlest sample I've maybe ever shared for it:

“You're a shameless flirt, Simon Snow,” Baz observed. Simon smiled. “There's no shame in flirting.” Baz tilted his head. “There’s some in being a fucking tease.”

Alright alright there's an animal demanding I take it outside now, tags below the cut <3

@fatalfangirl @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @artsyunderstudy @iamamythologicalcreature @whogaveyoupermission @moodandmist @ivelovedhimthroughworse @ileadacharmedlife @martsonmars @facewithoutheart @youarenevertooold @alexalexinii @rimeswithpurple @larkral @aristocratic-otter @bookish-bogwitch

#musical chairs should not be this hard to finish!#it is basically finished!#it's just this tiny sceeeeeeene ugh #okay okay onward #six sentence sunday #my writing

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johnniesmoke · 7 months ago

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Jealousy Kills Me Too

"Jealousy Kills Me Too" is a deeply introspective and vivid portrayal of the complexities of human emotion, ambition, and resilience. Opening with the line "Me too yo," the song sets a raw and honest tone, exploring themes of youthful uncertainty and the challenges of navigating societal pressures and personal expectations. The artist crafts a narrative that captures the tension between regret and hope, reflecting on missed opportunities while embracing the drive to forge a unique path forward.

The lyrics, steeped in cultural and personal references, provide a layered exploration of ambition and identity. Lines like "Where might I really need to be, freelancing like a playoff Adele" combine creative independence with a sense of determination, juxtaposing the chaos of modern life with the artist's relentless pursuit of meaning. Throughout, the theme of respect and self-awareness shines brightly, particularly in the lyric, "If all these people could just manage respectfully," signaling the challenges of finding harmony amidst misunderstandings and conflicting priorities.

The song's emotional depth is matched by its sharp storytelling, delving into moments of vulnerability and interpersonal tension. "Jealousy kills an episode of throwing straight, willing to do anything, but not by" captures the nuanced struggle with jealousy and self-doubt, while "tripping on air and staying down" evokes the artist's resilience in the face of failure. These lyrics invite listeners to reflect on their own experiences of grappling with setbacks and finding strength to rise again.

As the track progresses, its meditative tone shifts to one of resolve and defiance. The imagery of "Split a defensive pair, Mac is wondering, where's the sugar?" illustrates the artist’s ability to face challenges head-on, blending humor and determination into a captivating narrative. "Calibratory idea for the wind" adds a layer of precision and balance to the message, emphasizing the importance of persistence and focus.

The song culminates with an anthem-like declaration of resilience: "Undefeated, didn't see that one coming," leaving listeners with a powerful sense of triumph over adversity. "Jealousy Kills Me Too" is an anthem for anyone who has struggled with their place in the world, offering hope, empowerment, and an unrelenting drive to overcome life's imperfections.

Jealousy Kills Me Too: Lyrics:

[Sample]

Me too yo/ You guys ought to know something not nothing about these troubles/ Could be on the up and up after all/ Last fall I missed ball season/ This fall I'll miss ball season/ Of where might I really need to be freelancing like a playoff Athlete/ Where I can be an at heh lete and Athlete/ If all these people could just manage respectfully/ All right so it's a song so it could be a walk of life/ You don't have to ask me twice/ You shouldn't have to ask twice/ Of whom is Snow White/ They-They might be on or something you-you-you-you/ Want me to take it where I can take and get out of dodge before it turns violent/ It's been a while and well its our livelihood, man/ I'd be reserved at this time/ Jealousy kills an episode of thrilling straight willing to do anything but not bi/ As I talk high/ This one's sober after a shower because I really gotta' go/ Man of whom was Hermione Mrs. Amelia Dowd Mrs. Dot/ Okay, where's the wand/ Just tell me something/ What might I need/ Into a hit and run/ Pay the deductible/ Well, I don't got money/ Coach, told me to leave/ Twin-sis told me to leave, black car parked on the street/ It's dark I can't see/ It's not like it's insincere/ What I do here, Hurt that guy/ I ask I couldn't hurt that guy/ Guy couldn't hurt a fly Bodied' though that don't even hurt/ This kid's just tripping on air and staying down/ That is crazy/ Then are you tripping tripping someone in warm ups that you know like your cousin or brother from another mother/ Em[inem] lickity-split with the scheme/ Someone lifted to a pitch slinky hitting an ooh-oh-ooh-whoa/ I'd split down the middle/ Split a defensive pair/ Oooh-oh-ooh-woah Mac is wondering Where's the sugar/ Yo little sugar of whom might she be/ Little young Kyla Dodds, Dotty[ie?] of what Whoa whoa sorry for the attention sorry for the trauma/ She finna hit a wobble skates on hit a sprint/ And it's a lot like a calibratory idea for the win/ Might be on to something a-little Squibih-bih-bih-bihb/ A little on-side For the win/ Ooh-oh-ooh-woah/ Undefeated but ooh-oh-ooh-woah/ Didn't see that one coming yo Ooh-oh-Ooh-Whoa [Me rounding "sample"] ....I'm so scared of you/

#business #cameras #celebrities #beauty #architecture #culture #anime #design #comics #actors #SoundCloud

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insecateur · 1 year ago

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i just realized today is wednesday so i'm using this as an excuse to share a fic wip excerpt.

hashtag wip wednesday baby

As soon as the professor was deep into a passionate speech on the various properties of evolutionary stones and the rocks they could study in Mount Coronet for that purpose, Augustine leaned toward Birch to stare into his eyes. He'd apparently given up on combing his hair that day, if the knots were any indication, but even through the long strands, Birch could see the inquisitive spark in there. "You've been to Mount Coronet before?" Whenever Augustine was excited, his voice would go a little higher. Birch couldn't remember when he'd begun to notice it. "Only once," Birch said. Then, because it was impossible to resist Augustine's pleading look, "We went up through some of the caverns, not very far. It was interesting, if you're the type to enjoy freezing your balls off and scraping cave walls for samples." Augustine grinned at him. "That sounds like the most fun I could have in here." He scratched his chin, where a bit of stubble had started to grow. "I saw in some of Professor Rowan's notes that there's a rock somewhere along Mount Coronet that eevees can use to evolve. I'll have to take Pétri with me." The eevee peeked out from where he was napping in Augustine's coat pocket. The fur on the top of his head stood up on end as if he'd been rubbing it against the fabric. "Great," Birch said. "Can't wait to get bitten while standing in sixty centimeters of snow."

#samfic #i need to remember to write a scene about why birch doesn't like using his first name.

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fastlikealambo · 2 years ago

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burn for you: coriolanus snow x black!fem reader regency au

summary: notorious rake coriolanus snow, duke of districtshire, must marry or face financial ruin. he sets his sights on you, an extremely wealthy woman in your own right and what transpires over one year told in 4 acts will change both their lives.

this is a sample chapter, please interact, comment or reblog if you would like to see the full chapter.

@rosewine-5

@saturnville

Act One: Autumn

Just before the first leaves fell, Crassus Snow, the former Duke of Districtshire, died beneath the warm thighs of a chambermaid, a simple fact that brought joy to His Grace, Coriolanus Snow, his son and the new Duke of Districtshire every single time he thought about it.

The social season had begun and from his rooms in The Corso, he could see that the entire street had begun preparations for The Plinth Ball to open the season. Sejanus would be arriving soon to go over strategy for a successful social event but Coriolanus wasn’t the least bit worried, in fact he was annoyed.

He was a duke now, his name was on several ladies’ dance cards, he had an entire legion of staff and a village at his disposal, the world should have been his for the taking. But with his new title came his father’s old debts and the bastard loved to spend.

His Grace Coriolanus Snow, Duke of Districtshire, was flat fucking broke.

A knock at the door interrupted Coryo’s dream of a new cravat and with the arrival of his grandmother and cousin, his annoyance only grew with whatever Grandma’am was about to pester him with.

“Coryo,I fixed the buttons on your jacket for the ball, pearls from the guest room curtains worked perfectly. I need to see it on you, make sure it fits like it’s supposed to.” Tigris said

Coryo was only happy to oblige as his most beloved cousin moving back in with them after his father died had been the only bright spot in weeks. Slipping into the tailcoat, he looked in the mirror, admiring Tigris’ work.

Above all, he would look every inch the duke his father never was even if he only had a bit of cabbage and cold mutton to break his fast all day.

“It’s wonderful,Tigris, thank you.” Coriolanus said truthfully, happy to see her smile while Grandma’am continued to look dour.

“I had a letter from Lord Highbottom. He purchased the country estate without any warning and he intends to buy this home, our ancestral home, within a year if we do not pay what your father owed him for investing in his peasant child fighting establishment failure. You must marry well and marry now, Coriolanus! Do you wish me to be the laughingstock of the gardening society?”

Grandma’am rather melodramatically threw herself onto the nearest settee, sobbing into a handkerchief while Tigris patted her back and gave her cousin an apologetic look.

No.

He did not wish to marry, not when there was fun to be had, that was something for a later date of his choosing, not in his first months of dukedom.

If it took selling off a prized horse or two, so be it.

Absolutely not, not happening.

“You know my grandson, Coriolanus? He’s very much on the hunt for a suitable bride tonight! There’s not a young lady in all of Panem that wouldn’t want the title of Duchess and my grandson on their arm.”

Grandma’am’s voice unfortunately carried throughout the Plinth ballroom and it took everything in Coryo to not jump through the nearest window and to a brothel where his coin was far more interesting than his title.

“Cheer up Your Grace, you’re scaring your potential brides.” Clemensia Dovecote quipped, stealing the champagne flute from him with a smile.

“Is it really that obvious, Clemmie?”

“You look like you were bit by several snakes. Come dance with me unless you’d like to be set upon by overeager mamas in the next sixty seconds?”

Coriolanus could see Grandma’am leading an army towards him and joined the quadrille without a second thought.

All he had to do was pick the most agreeable one with the biggest dowry and their money problems would be settled with no more interference from Highbottom.

He could buy all the cravats he wanted.

No.

He was still a duke and dukes did whatever they wanted and at this moment he wanted a drink, not a duchess.

Yet as he made his way to the nearest servant, the sound of double doors opening made him stop and everyone in the ballroom cease talking and dancing.

You.

You walked through the double doors, a masterpiece for all to gaze upon and immediately every thought of leaving early left Coriolanus’ mind.

Perhaps there was fun to be had this evening.

#coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow x black!reader #coriolanus x you #coriolanus snow fanfiction #regency au

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gaytwirights · 2 years ago

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Full Moon Laboratory English lyrics because. Yes.

Some parts based off of The Song I Heard Somewhere English lyrics by @deadrosencrantz thank you sir for permission to use them. Though I asked on anon

Tbh kinda sick rn but we ball we fuckin ball

The life forms in the erlenmeyers are the main attractions in my experiments

You could say, they're a worthy sacrifice in the glorious name of science

As I mix the solute and solvent, and watch as the solids dissolve

If I can find myself more samples, I'm sure I'll get better results

Before that scientist walked away he said to me, “From here on out, you must go on alone

I won’t be coming back, but you’ll continue my research, and make the world your own!”

Beneath the light of the full moon, my experiments shall begin

I sing, soft, that resounding song, o maddening fumes of reagent!

Reexamining precedent, and verifying ‘if’ and ‘then’

For all that lives shall turn to dust, and yet, that dust I'll raise again

Get two 'ones', add them together, the 'twice one' you get is their chimera

But if added, you still get 'one', you would call the variables 'irregular'

I’ve a duty to get results; until I get what I want, I cannot rest

Yes, until I reach Utopia, I can’t let myself stop these tests

Those words I heard when first began my research; carved into my heart, I won’t forget for long

And as the song I heard shall turn and melt with history, I’ll teach you that new song!

And even on a moonless night, my experiments cannot stop

The lab gown, once as pure as snow, is slowly stained with crimson blood

Reexamining specimen, and yet denying common sense

For all that lives shall turn to dust, and even dust, I'll raze again

The one that taught me all I know, the one who made me who I am

The ‘you’ that I knew long ago, through me, you will be born again!

So why can’t you just look at me, you know I’ll never go away

And maybe you could come again and continue our wordplay?

#evillious chronicles #full moon laboratory #english lyrics #irina clockworker #seth twiright

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maytheoddshq · 1 year ago

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Welcome to the 135th Victor’s Ball!

Three turbulent months follow the 135th Biannual Hunger Games. The Victory Tour has come to a close, leading to the celebration of Linden Understory as the winner of the Games. The Victor’s Ball is hosted at Nerissa Snow’s mansion. Though spring has the flowers of the Capitol in full bloom, the ball itself is decidedly dull in comparison to what is typical; the usual topiaries that are finely groomed for each ball seem to be slightly overgrown, decor is minimal — lumberjack chic, with wooden tables and chairs, and different potted fir trees in their sapling stage. It feels a bit understated, or as if those in charge had more pressing concerns than decorating for the ball.

Food is not quite a scarcity at this ball but it is distinctly lacking fruits and vegetables — most of the fancy dishes seem to be a mixture of meats, fish, bread, crackers, and dairy-based goods. Notably, there are no desserts available for sampling — the closest thing would be some sweet cheeses on the charcuterie boards.

As usual, all Games staff are required to attend. Non-attendance at this ball in particular would raise some eyebrows about loyalty, and what one might be busy doing that's more important than the celebration of the newest Victor.

About an hour into the event, President Nerissa Snow herself appears; usually she is a fleeting presence at the balls, but it is clear that she has come not to mingle but to make a speech. The music stops abruptly and the room hushes as she stands behind the head table. When she speaks, it is clear and amplified by a small microphone pinned to her lapel. A camera hovers before her, broadcasting her words to the country.

"It is no secret that dark forces have been threatening our country and are now claiming that one of our beloved Districts, filled with citizens of Panem, is no longer under our jurisdiction. The fight has spread. I'm standing at the Victory Ball for Linden Understory, who fought valiantly in the Hunger Games which hold our nation together and won her rightful spot as Victor.

"But in pockets of Panem, there are more who don't understand the purpose of the Games. The necessity and beauty. The rebellious experiment in the southeast will fail, for the same reasons all societies before ours have failed.

"It seems, dear Panem, that you all have forgotten the purpose of the Hunger Games. It is not purely to entertain, to root for young people as they fight bravely to the end. No, the purpose is to keep order throughout the Districts. The purpose is so that we can all continue to benefit from the fruit of our nation — the fruit, and vegetables, and sugar, and wheat, and fish, and cloth, and trees, and coal.

"The Capitol will not stand idly by in this time of crisis. And so we think it's time to issue a little reminder to everyone, young and old: the Hunger Games are about us all. The Hunger Games are by Panem, for Panem, with Panem.

"For the 136th Games, we will be expanding our Reaping Bowl significantly. No longer is the age cut-off 25. No, instead, everyone above the age of 12 will be in the Bowl. Anyone's name can be pulled. Anyone may volunteer.

"This gives us all a chance to reflect on our own role in the nation's health and wealth. No one ages out of the Hunger Games. The Hunger Games are for all."

As a reminder, money is not in play for the 136th Games!

#victor's ball #vb

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from-ultra-space · 1 year ago

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Daily Life

The Aether Foundation was kind enough to lend me some members for my second trip up Mt. Lanakila. These members were mostly from regions with a much higher average snowfall than Alola so I was able to learn more about this in both a scientific and cultural aspect. There was a fresh snowfall from the night before so I was able to obtain untouched samples. It also meant that I was up to my knees in the mystifying substance. Here are some pictures I manages to get:

These first ones are of a small tree that was completely buried. Next to it is my own footprint where my foot sunk down far enough that I nearly got stuck. For the rest of the trip I made sure to follow the Aether Members advice, and only walk where they walked.

These next two are of one of the sample collection sites. The snow was extremely soft and crumbly which I guess was to be expected. At one point I tried taking off my visor to get a closer look which I regret. Snow easily reflects light. I think I can still see the spot where it started burning my retina.

Finally, a picture of a “snow-ball”. This is constructed entirely of snow and is formed through compressing the small flakes together. I was told that a slight increase in temperature can make them stick better. I even got to witness a “snow-ball fight” in which these objects are thrown at others until someone gives up.

I was sadly unable to see a “snow-man” (this is a sculpture made to represent a human and is typically formed by large snow-balls stacked on top of one another) because the snow was not “packy” enough. I am assuming this refers to the density of the snow.

This time I will make sure to store my samples properly. The Aether Foundation employees that went with me have proposed a second expedition. They think a second will be useful to show me “sledding”. I am intrigued.

#nori talks #pkmn irl #Mt. Lanakila #Nori and Snow #picture time #//it was the first day of it being actually cold #//and right after a blizzard so I took the chance to get some pictures #//the snow was so deep it pushed up my snow pants when I walked so now my socks are soaked #//but hey it was a good time #//I even got some throwing practice in

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nani-nonny · 2 years ago

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Okay okay, OKAY OKAY!! I read ch 11 and am GIDDY!! WE GOT THE STEP DAD BACK!!

And let me tell you, seeing commander April O'Neill is great treat indeed!! It made me happy knowing that Karai teached her how to communicate with F!Leo.

I even were in complet shock when i knew Commander is there with P!leo! I hope she can see the brothers and talk to them, Same with F!Leo he deserves it.

Now after P!leo left the bedroom, F!leo told CJ to grab a slice, i Couldn't help but think of old people when they try to sneak candy to their grandkids xD

And " i want 4 slices of different pies with garlic bread " Mhm~ April you have a great taste🥰

But as soon as the human of the surface saw F!Leo i couldn't help but mumble " oh... Fuck! " and suck air as i was panicking, Purple seeing pictures of older leo also doesn't help me mentally.

The fact Commander April's asking blue to hurry make me think; will she vanish once older leo get the herb? And switch from blue to it? Because as she said she's a clock to p!leo.

Then comes CJ's selfie, i laughed at it when donnie " we need to work on his selfie game " but i laughed hard when there was a fly on Old peepaw's nose xD

When they teleport to the rooftop and older leo grabbed blue's wrist out of " old habit "? I was excited!! Like damn yeah 🤩 glad no bones were broken.

Then when leo felt April helps him out gather the energy? I could swear i can imagine her gather snow and make snowball with it... Tho my first thought was her patting leo's head.

And the talk about " first personal slice " i couldn't help but Older leo was talking about pizza while blue was thinking of 'Why Commander april's with him only?'.

But i was so so happy seeing older leo knowing april's with blue, now this gives me more room to think about questions of WDS.

Many about the fact peepaw WDS can't get into relationship without his ghost brothers interfere or judge him.. Wonder if blue would feel the same towards Commander April..?

Karai won’t be a part of the turtle gang in F!Leo’s head (lol) but I’ll sprinkle her in like this every once in a while. But I love the idea of her helping them out as she rests.

And, ya know, Commander just casually hitching a ride in Blue’s head. A normal day in the Hamato household as she plays the alarm for F!Leo’s battery recharge /hj

F!Leo is already well on the way to spoiling Casey Jr with all the goodies in the present. *mischievous hand rubbing*

Yellow knows her worth and she’s going to take advantage of F!Leo’s mischievous antics hahah /j

But yeah, the surface stuff is making me nervous too hahah I have an idea where I want it to lead but also don’t. It could go either way at this point

Commander O’Neil in Blue’s head is just a means to help F!Leo get better. She won’t disappear and I don’t plan on making anyone disappear, this story is for the future brothers to live on through F!Leo… literally lol. And to make fun of F!Leo while F!Leo introduces Casey Jr to the present.

Peepaw Leo is a gross old man who’d scratch his ass after a good nap, and after a good while of sleeping in a tub? He probably stinks horrifically, I’m surprised he doesn’t have more flies

And the sudden wrist-grab is a necessary evil /j (totally not my way of sneaking in a sample of how Commander O’Neil watches over the younger turtles)

The idea in my head for Commander O’Neil helping pack the pieces of Blue’s ninpo into a ball was directly inspired by the snow day episode and I thought how cute it would be if Commander O’Neil hummed their snow day song while helping Blue. :)

And I almost ended the chapter without F!Leo knowing that Commander O’Neil is with Blue, mainly because I initially planned on a different ending that leads to the following chapter. Almost didn’t get the silly “I did all the work!”

About the relationship thing, I don’t plan on F!Leo getting into a relationship because my main focus for this fic is family and recovery. And I don’t really prefer me writing in a romance genre when it comes to the turtles. Idk I don’t think I’m confident in understanding how the turtles would be in relationships and I’d rather not bash their characters with my lack of understanding. After all, I absolutely love the familial aspect of tmnt

But Blue’s feeling of being under Commander O’Neil’s watchful eye is currently in awe of how he met the future counterpart of his big sister April.

#whispers of distant souls #nani nonny answers #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt fanfiction

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Whether you're captivated by the cherry blossoms in spring, the serene gardens of Kyoto, or the excitement of Tokyo's cutting-edge tech scene, Japan has something to offer every traveler. Let an expert Japan visa agent guide you through the process, ensuring a smooth and hassle-free journey so you can focus on creating lifelong memories in this fascinating country.

Why Visit Japan?

Japan is a mesmerizing blend of ancient tradition and futuristic innovation, offering an unforgettable experience for every type of traveler. Whether you’re drawn to history, nature, cuisine, or technology, Japan delivers it all with grace, beauty, and unmatched hospitality. Start your journey by completing your Japan visa application—the first step toward experiencing the magic of Japan.

Timeless Heritage and Deep-rooted Culture

Step into a world where age-old customs are still a part of daily life. In Kyoto, walk through serene temple gardens and witness monks performing rituals just as they have for centuries. Discover the elegance of traditional tea ceremonies, the drama of kabuki theater, and the quiet artistry of Japanese calligraphy. Cultural festivals and sumo wrestling tournaments give visitors a window into Japan’s living traditions.

Breathtaking Natural Beauty

Japan’s landscapes change with the seasons, each more spectacular than the last. In spring, cherry blossoms (sakura) blanket the parks and riversides in delicate pink. Autumn brings fiery hues of red and gold to the forests. From hiking Mount Fuji to soaking in steaming onsen nestled in mountain towns, Japan’s natural beauty is as diverse as it is striking. Rural areas offer postcard-perfect scenes of rice paddies, bamboo groves, and traditional ryokans.

A Culinary Adventure Like No Other

Food in Japan is not just a meal—it’s a sensory experience. Taste the freshest sushi at Tsukiji Market, slurp savory ramen from tiny alleyway shops, and try street favorites like takoyaki (octopus balls) and yakitori (grilled skewers). Japan also offers high-end kaiseki dining, hearty izakaya fare, and unique treats like matcha-flavored desserts and seasonal specialties. Each area offers unique local specialties and cuisines to sample. Don’t forget—before embarking on your foodie journey, make sure to apply for your Japan tourist visa for a smooth travel experience.

Innovation Meets Imagination

Futuristic cities like Tokyo and Osaka showcase Japan’s cutting-edge advancements. Marvel at high-tech vending machines, interactive robot cafés, and neon-lit entertainment districts. Experience the thrill of traveling at nearly 320 km/h on the Shinkansen bullet train or shop for the latest tech in Akihabara. Japan seamlessly blends innovation with everyday life, offering glimpses into the future while staying grounded in tradition.

Top Destinations in Japan

✅ Tokyo – A city of contrasts, Tokyo offers everything from historic sites like the Meiji Shrine to towering skyscrapers, quirky neighborhoods like Harajuku, and culinary hotspots at Tsukiji Fish Market.

✅ Kyoto – The cultural heart of Japan, Kyoto is famous for its ancient temples, geisha districts, and traditional tea houses.

✅ Osaka – Known for its vibrant street life, Osaka Castle, and street food scene, especially in Dotonbori.

✅ Hokkaido – Perfect for nature lovers, Hokkaido boasts breathtaking landscapes, ski resorts, and the famous Sapporo Snow Festival.

✅ Hiroshima – A city of peace, resilience, and reflection, known for its Peace Memorial Park and nearby Miyajima Island with the iconic floating torii gate.

Essential Tips for Your Japan Trip

Best Time to Visit:

Spring (March–May) for cherry blossoms.

Autumn (September–November) for colorful foliage.

Winter (December–February) for skiing and snow festivals.

Summertime (June–August) for colorful celebrations such as Gion Matsuri.

Budgeting: Japan can fit a range of budgets—affordable hostels to luxury ryokans. Eating at convenience stores or izakayas can help stretch your yen!

Getting Around: The Japan Rail Pass is a must for long-distance travel, while IC cards (like Suica or Pasmo) make metro travel hassle-free.

Cultural Etiquette: Learn basic Japanese phrases, bow when greeting, remove shoes in homes and some restaurants, and always be respectful in shrines and temples.

Do You Need a Visa for Japan?

For many travelers, including Indian citizens, a visa is required to visit Japan. Whether you're planning a short holiday or a longer stay, Airocity Visas can guide you through the application process, ensuring a smooth and hassle-free experience. As your trusted Japan visa advisor, we provide:

✅ Step-by-step assistance for your Japan visa.

✅ Help with document preparation.

✅ Personalized support for any queries.

For more info: www.airocityvisas.in

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