#dear you've outdone yourself again

[pianostarinwonderland]

TWST Valentines Cards 2023

Hell yeah, it's that time of the year again.

Going to make another post keeping record of this year's set of letters. Some cards haven't been found yet, so this post will be updated as I find more cards. If there is an asterisk beside a character's name, that means I only got the text itself but there may be errors and needs to be verified with the picture of the card itself. If any of you have pictures of letters that are either not there or need verification and don't mind showing to anyone, please send to me through DMs!

Since the cards freshly came out and some are still waiting for their own letters, all letters will be posted under the cut!

Riddle Rosehearts

My dear friend— Thank you for the lovely sweets. I'll have them on my study breaks. If they're good, perhaps I'll set them out at a tea party. You'll certainly be invited if I do. After all, there's no rule that states you can't join.

Trey Clover

Hello, friend— Thanks so much for the gift. It was exactly my taste, with just the right amount of sweetness. I can tell you thought a lot about what to get. I'll come up with a recipe based on these sweets sometime. I hope you'll taste test it for me.

Cater Diamond

Eyyy, friendo! Sweets aren't normally my jam, but the ones you picked out were PERF—and they looked great too! You must've put in some WORK picking them out. So, thanks! I'll make sure to do the same for you!

Ace Trappola

Heya, pal— I kinda freaked when I saw you left a present at my door—in a good way! You actually sent me sweets! You could've just given them to me in person, you know. I haven't had any yet, but I'm sure they'll be great! We should share them at lunch tomorrow.

Deuce Spade

My good friend— Thanks for the amazing gift! You got me those mega-popular sweets we just talked about, right? They were so good! It's kind of a shame I ate them all. Have you had any? I guess it'd be weird if I gifted you the same thing, but come shopping with me sometime and we can pick out some sweets for you.

Leona Kingscholar

Hey— You give me SWEETS? I swear, sometimes I don't know what goes through that noggin of yours. I'll be nice and say I appreciate the sentiment...this time. But don't expect any glowing food reviews.

Ruggie Bucchi

Hey, 'sup. I got the sweets you sent! It's always a good day when someone gifts me food. These are supposed to be real popular right now, yeah? They must've been hard to snag. Shyeheehee, that makes them doubly good! Thanks a ton!

Jack Howl

Hi, I was surprised when I smelled something sweet at my door. Consider your present received. I still can't believe you gave me such cutesy-looking sweets. Not that I'm unhappy about it, of course. I actually like candy and stuff. Thanks.

Azul Ashengrotto

My boon companion— Thank you for the heartfelt gift. I suppose I owe it to you to partake of these sweets. Don't worry. Once I've analyzed the flavor, I'll gift you something equally delicious. After all, fair's fair.

Jade Leech

My good friend— You've outdone yourself. Sweets that pair well with black tea? My deepest thanks. I'm flattered that you thought of me so when selecting them. You've inspired me. I'm going to spend my mountain hikes pondering just the right tea blend to suit your palate. I do hope you'll enjoy it.

Floyd Leech

Dear little shrimpy— I saw your present. You got me candy? That rules! I was JUST in the mood for something sweet. I might not be tomorrow though, so I think I'll polish them off today. Thanks.

Kalim Al-Asim

To my dear friend— Thanks for the present! What colorful and sparkly sweets. They look delicious! I just had an idea! How about we eat them together after school? Gifts like this taste better when shared, after all. I'll pick out a good tea to go with them. Can't wait to see you later!

Jamil Viper

Hello— I was surprised to see you gifted me sweets. At first I wondered if you were hinting for me to make you something similar... But when I pulled the gift out of the bag, I saw all the details you put into it, right down to the ribbon. It's clear this was a heartfelt gesture. I'll treasure these treats as I eat them. Thank you.

Vil Schoenheit

Dearest friend— Thank you for the gift. The sweets were dazzling and most attractive. Did you try to imagine what I'd like when picking them out? If so, you made an apt choice. I'll have something for you later in return.

Rook Hunt

Bonjour, and merci beaucoup! What a lovely batch of confections! They’re so darling that I’m tempted to stow them away in a brilliant bejeweled box. Ah, but I jest. I’ll enjoy every morsel of this gift you’ve so thoughtfully bestowed upon me.

Epel Felmier

Dear friend— Thanks for the gift! Sweets from the city have a real fancy vibe, don't they? I'll savor every bite. I know this isn't exactly a gift, but I just scored some coupons for the cafeteria. Wanna join me for lunch tomorrow? Just wait for me, and I'll find you!

Idia Shroud

@YOU huh? What the wha? im low-key scared here why would u give me sweets??? ig that sometimes i run low on sugar when ive been gaming too long and my aim becomes trash... ok sure, if this is ur way of looking out for me, ill take it

Ortho Shroud

Hello, Prefect― Thanks for the present! The sweets were very charming and cute, not to mention colorful. What neat designs! I'll make sure to save this as a special memory. I've run the data on their base ingredients, and hope to gift you some fitting sweets in return soon.

Malleus Draconia

To my dear friend— Thank you. Never did I envision someone presenting me with the gift of sweet treats. It would be a shame for me to eat them all by myself. I think I'll share them with you. Would you be willing to provide the tea to go with them?

Lilia Vanrouge

Greetings! Your present was delightful. The treats had a subtle sweetness that was perfect for a slightly mature fae like myself. I'll be making you a lovely treat in return, using a very special recipe of mine. I hope you'll enjoy it.

Silver

Salutations— Thanks for the gift. I read once that sugar can boost your concentration. Did you give me these to snack on when I'm about to nod off during my studies? That was very considerate of you. I think I'll try them out today.

Sebek Zigvolt

Human— I've received your gift. It was agreeably sweet. In fact, it might've been sweet enough to make black coffee bearable... But I digress. Regardless, I was somewhat impressed with your choice. You have my thanks.

Grim

Dear hench-human— Mraaah! Is this ALL for me?! I've never seen such sparkly, yummy-lookin' candy before! I feel like a king! But I'd feel bad leavin' you out of this sugar extravaganza, so I GUESS you can have a small piece. I'm lookin' forward to more gifts, partner!

Dire Crowley

Dear esteemed student— Thank you for the delicious gift. And don’t bother telling me I was supposed to share it—I’ve already finished the whole package! If you wish for the staff to also partake, I suggest you acquire more treats. But don’t worry, I won’t say a word if you give the same gift twice. I’m kindhearted like that!

Divus Crewel

Dear pup— Is this a gift for the staff? Excellent. Now that I have some treats to sweeten my breaks, I'll be able to grade your exams with a much more critical eye. I can see the grimace on your face now. Relax, it was a joke. It's usually frowned upon for dogs to be the ones buying gifts, but since you're such a loyal pup, I'll let you off. I'm a generous trainer, after all.

Mozus Trein

Dear juvenile— I must wonder why you decided to get me a present. Is this your way of thanking me for my lecture the other day? If so, gifts are hardly necessary. It's a teacher's job to educate students with a thirst for knowledge. I can't accept any offerings from students, but the sentiment is much appreciated. I expect nothing but excellence from you moving forward.

Ashton Vargas

Dear student— Thanks for the present! Excessive sugar is a no-go when building a beautiful bod, but it'd be bad form to let your thoughtful gesture go to waste. Such is the price of popularity. I'll just have to accept that and work off everything I eat. Keep up those reps!

Sam

Yo, little imp! What is UP? Thanks so much for the gift! You've got a real eye for quality. I'll make sure to stock up on goods that'll pique your interest, so swing by the shop soon!

[azastr]

Cocooned Affinities

Draco Malfoy

Draco and Scorpius being Momma's boys ✨

fluff

Draco leaned against the kitchen counter, a faint smile playing on his lips as he watched his son, Scorpius, busy himself with Y/n in the living room. The room was bathed in warm sunlight, casting a gentle glow on the elegant furnishings. It was a lazy Sunday morning, a rare day when Draco didn't have to tend to his Ministry duties, and he relished the opportunity to spend quality time with his family.

Scorp, with his platinum blond hair and Y/n's striking eyes, was a spitting image of Draco. At the age of six, he possessed the same air of refined mischief that had once made his father infamous during his Hogwarts days. Despite being a carbon copy of Draco, Scorpius had inherited his mother's spirited nature, and he was undeniably a momma's boy.

"Mommy, look!" Scorp exclaimed, tugging at Y/n's hand and pointing excitedly to a colorful drawing he had just completed. "I made this for you!"

Y/n's eyes sparkled with delight as she examined her son's artwork, a vibrant masterpiece depicting a fantastical creature with wings of every hue. She gathered Scorp into her arms, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Oh, my little artist. You've outdone yourself again. This is absolutely beautiful!"

Draco, standing in the doorway, couldn't help but feel a swell of pride for his son's artistic talents. He joined them in the living room, his gray eyes twinkling with affection. "Scorp, you've inherited your mother's artistic flair. I'm afraid I can't draw a stick figure to save my life."

Scorpius grinned mischievously, his gray eyes dancing with amusement. "That's okay, Daddy. You're good at other things."

Draco arched an eyebrow, feigning offense. "Oh, really? And what would those 'other things' be?"

Scorp's voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "You're really good at sneaking snacks when Mommy's not looking. I've seen you!"

Y/n couldn't help but laugh at her son's observation, her eyes meeting Draco's with a fond twinkle. "Your father does have a talent for that, doesn't he, Scorp? But don't you worry, my little one, we'll make sure Daddy shares some with us."

Draco's lips curled into a smug smirk, pleased that his stealthy snack acquisitions hadn't gone unnoticed by his wife. He moved closer, wrapping an arm around Y/n's waist and leaning in to press a gentle kiss against her temple. "Of course, my love. I'm always willing to share with you and our little artist here."

Just then, Narcissa, Draco's mother, entered the room, her presence bringing an air of elegance and grace. She observed the family scene with a knowing smile, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "It seems we're witnessing history repeat itself, my dear. Draco was quite the Momma's boy when he was Scorp's age."

Draco feigned offense, his gray eyes sparkling mischievously. "I'll have you know, Mother, that I was the perfect gentleman even as a child. Scorp here is just lucky to have inherited my impeccable taste."

Y/n chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Indeed, Cissa. But I wouldn't have it any other way. It's a testament to the love they share with us and the familiarities they have with each other."

Draco's smile widened as he remembered his own childhood, the cherished moments he spent with his mother. He walked over to Narcissa and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. "Thank you, Mother. I never thought I would find a love like ours, but Y/n and Scorp have shown me that there is so much more to life than the prejudices I once held."

Narcissa observed the scene, her eyes brimming with joy. She whispered to Draco, "Look at them, Draco. Look at the family you've built. It's a testament to the person you've become."

Draco nodded, his gaze filled with gratitude. "Yes, Mother. I couldn't ask for anything more."

Scorp, feeling the weight of the conversation turn sentimental, wriggled out of Y/n's embrace and bounded toward his grandmother. "Grandma, come see what I drew! It's got wings and scales and it can breathe fire!"

Narcissa's eyes lit up with delight as she joined her grandson, encouraging him to describe his creation in vivid detail. The room filled with laughter and animated chatter, each member of the Malfoy family reveling in the joy of being together.

As the scene unfolded, Y/n and Narcissa shared a knowing glance, their amusement evident. They both knew that despite Draco's infamous past, his transformation into a loving husband and doting father had been nothing short of remarkable. And in their own unique ways, both Scorpius and Draco had embraced their shared bond as momma's boys, bringing warmth and happiness into their lives.

In that moment, surrounded by love and laughter, Draco couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. He had found redemption and happiness with the family he had once thought impossible. And as he looked at his wife and son, his heart swelled with love, knowing that his journey had brought him to this beautiful, cherished place.

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just a random thought :)

[sapphirepastries]

Octopath Dorm Leader + Yuu Battle Voice Lines

as the title says, voice lines when they're in battle xD it won't be for everything of course because theres A LOT of them just for battles. i had to go looking to see if anyone documented every line and luckily someone did! this is just me having a little fun figuring out what our twst cast would say say xD though i must say that this is actually a lot now that i finished it...

Entering Battle

Yuu

"May the Sacred Flame protect us."

"If I must."

"I will be your guiding light!"

Riddle

"I will have your heads!"

"You leave me no choice!"

"For breaking the rules, punishment!"

Leona

"Let's get this over with."

"Out of my way."

"I don't want to, but I have to."

Azul

"Let's make a deal!"

"Time for some aggressive negotiation."

"I'd rather not do this the hard way, but..."

Kalim

"Here I go!"

"I can do this!"

"Shall we dance?"

Vil

"How barbaric."

"Do you want me to poison you?"

"No mercy to those in my way."

Idia

"Hie! Confrontation!"

"Urgh, plebs..."

"Time for a painful lesson. For you."

Malleus

"Oho? You want to fight me?"

"How interesting."

"Will you last, I wonder?"

Divine Skills (i only wrote the ones that go with their respective class)

Yuu

"O, Aelfric, light my path and guide me!"

Riddle

"Huntress Draefendi, grant me strength!"

Leona

"Let's see what Aeber, Prince of Thieves can do!"

Azul

"Bifelgan, bless me with the deal of a lifetime!"

Kalim

"Bless us, Sealticge, with a graceful victory!"

Vil

"Dohter's charity is truly beautiful!"

Idia

"May Alephan, the Scholarking grant you some brains!"

Malleus

"Witness the might of Brand, the Thunderblade!"

Shield Break

Yuu

"You got their heads spinning, Riddle!"

"What a lionheart you are, Leona!"

"What a deal that was, Azul!"

"That was dazzling, Kalim!"

"A beautiful spectacle, Vil!"

"You got them burning, Idia!"

"An excellent happily ever after, Malleus!"

Riddle

"Mm, a masterful attack, Yuu."

"An overdue show of skill, Leona."

"Hmph, an acceptable outcome, Azul."

"That was impressive, Kalim."

"Beautifully done, Vil."

"At long last, Idia."

"Outstanding, Malleus."

Leona

"Heh, the wrath of the Sacred Flame."

"And the Red Young Master strikes again."

"Hmph, could've done better, octopunk."

"Nice footwork, bright eyes."

"A rose has thorns."

"You finally did something, radish sprout."

"Tch. Lizard showoff."

Azul

"A wonderful sermon, my dear Yuu!"

"A fiery display, Riddle."

"Not bad, Leona."

"An excellent dance, Kalim."

"Oho, what beautiful might, Vil."

"Hmhm, a brilliant strategy, Idia."

"A fantastic show of strength, Malleus."

Kalim

"Everyone's eyes are on you, Yuu!"

"You got a fire in you, Riddle!"

"You got some agile steps, Leona!"

"Nice negotiating, Azul!"

"A perfect ten, Vil!"

"Way to go, Idia!"

"That was awesome, Malleus!"

Vil

"You've outdone yourself, Yuu."

"Good hunting, Riddle."

"Finally awake, Leona?"

"How cunning of you, Azul."

"Mm, wonderful movement, Kalim."

"Hah, I see you in a new light, Idia."

"A flawless show, Malleus."

Idia

"You're way too bright, Yuu."

"Yikes, always aggressive, Riddle."

"Wow, that was unexpected, Leona."

"Always a crafty one, huh, Azul?"

"You've got too much energy, Kalim."

"Now that was terrifying, Vil."

"As expected of you, Malleus."

Malleus

"A truly wondrous light you are, Yuu."

"What excellent aim, Riddle."

"Hah, so you do have fangs, Leona?"

"Your silver tongue can cut, Azul."

"You shine bright, Kalim."

"What beautiful destruction, Vil."

"My, what clever thinking, Idia."

[burning-academia-if]

In the crushing stage, the ros see the mc all done up because they have a date tonight and they ask, "how do I look?" How do the ros respond?

Whoops, this got long.

Rook:

"Hey, do you have notes for- oh. Am I interrupting?" Rook stands at the door to your dorm, and he can tell he caught you off guard. His eyes take one look at you, from the clothes you wear to how you've done yourself up. He knows this look, he's seen it a few times before. It's also why he knows how to have no reaction. "Hot date?"

"Yeah, I was just about to leave." You take a step closer, moving to show off your outfit. "How do I look?"

He wonders how anyone would answer with anything besides stunning, "Uh, well, you got a little something right here."

"What? Where-"

"Relax I'm joking. You look great." He gives an easy laugh, ignoring the look you give. "Anyway, don't let me keep you."

His eyes trail after you as you go. The familiar coil tightens in his stomach, but he keeps it down. He doesn't have a right to feel this way about you, after all.

Beck:

He catches you as you're leaving the dorm. It's not your usual style and he remembers you mentioning a few days ago you'd finally landed a date.

For once, he isn't the one to greet you first, "Oh, Beck, hey!"

"Hey, I didn't realize your date was today."

A smile flashes across your face, "Yeah! Speaking of, how do I look?"

"Hmm," He lets you show off your outfit, and he takes you in. With the barest of touches, he adjusts the collar of your shirt, "There, perfect."

The smile on your face is radiant as you thank them before leaving. There hadn't been anything wrong with your shirt. Beck stares down at his hands, before letting them drop. You seemed so happy, and he tells himself that's all that matters.

Rhea:

If there's anything Rhea knows well, it's fashion. From make up to clothes to accessories, she's got it down to a science. It's why you approached her and asked for her help with picking out an outfit for a date.

Despite the initial shock that had washed over her, she immediately got to work. It was easy to not think about why she was throwing clothes at you in the moment. Her goal was to make you the best you could be.

So, after outfit number God knows what, you step out and it's enough to take away anyone's breath, she's preening.

"How do I look?"

"Dear, there's no way your date is going to stop looking at you." The minute she says it, the flowers blooming in her chest wilts a little. "I've truly outdone myself this time."

As you head back into the changing room, she smacks her hands to her cheeks and whispers, "They're just cute. It's nothing. Keep it together."

By the time you walk out again, she's painted her smile back on, and tries not pretend the sight of you isn't burned into her memory.

Zoe:

The last thing Zoe expected was for you to walk through the doors of the tea store they're parents owned. But here they are, looking at them like they're saving grace.

"Zoe! Can you help me, I'm lost."

"Uh, maybe. How'd you know I was here?"

"I saw you through the window. I'm trying to find this restaurant, I have a date today but I'm a little lost." They're pull a face when you reach for your phone. It's then they finally notice how you look.

They've never been one to pay attention to looks, but they can at least tell that effort's been put into how you look today. A lot of effort.

"Here."

They lean over, and look at the screen. "Oh, it's the little place on the corner. It's easy to miss."

"Thank you so much." They move away, and pause for a second. "How do I look, by the way?"

"Well...good?" The question catches them off guard and they clear they're throat. "Yeah, you look good."

They breath a sigh of relief, "That's good. Well thanks again."

Zoe watches as they leave, before getting back to what they were doing before. From the back, their brother suddenly pops out, a shit eating grin on his face, "Damn sib, no wonder they're going on a date with someone else. What was that?"

It takes all of their will not to lob a box of tea bags at their little brother's head. He ducks away before they reconsider.

Lars:

Lars leans back in his chair, counting every mark on the ceiling he can find. He can hear your rustling from the other room and he wonders how he landed here in the first place. He isn't aware of the first thing about fashion, but you'd somehow convinced me to come along anyway.

"How much longer?"

"Just one sec!"

"You've been saying that for the past thirty min-" As though to spite him, you walk out at that very moment. Words stop dead in his throat.

"How do I look?" Utterly and infuriatingly attractive. It takes all his strength to take a cursory look at you and not linger anywhere. You didn't hold back and it shows at every inch.

A vein ticks in his jaw as he states, "Fine."

"Is that all?"

"Yes. Can I go now?" He doesn't wait for an answer as he stands and leaves. The quick acting poison of a thing he refuses to name blinds him. He can only hope the look on his face was mistaken and the usual disdain.

???:

You take one more look in the mirror, sweeping over every detail to make sure everything's in place. A mix of satisfaction and pre-date jitters wash over you, and you feel something stir in your head.

At the hint of their presence , you whisper through your connection, "How do I look?"

The formless voice responds a moment later, reaching out and reconnecting with you once more, "You're stunning tonight, little moon. What's the special occasion?"

"I have a date tonight."

There's a moment's pause. Then, "They'll think themselves the luckiest person in the world."

The compliment warms you, but you have no time to thank them before the connection fades away again. How strange, they'd normally stay longer. There's no time to dwell though. Your alarm goes off, reminding you you're going to be late. You take your phone and head out, leaving the Voice's uncharacteristic silence behind.

[howlingday]

The leader of the Branwen Tribe is Raven Branwen, sister of Qrow Branwen, mother of Yang Branwen, and lover to Taiyang Branwen. Yes, this will all be on the test.

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Shay: Hey, maybe we should ask that new warrior that just popped up in Vale. R... Ru... Reuben?

Vernal: You mean that little girl who almost cried on Atlas TV? What's she gonna do? Cry on the Grimm?

Shay: Ha! Nice one, V!

Vernal: What a loser!

Ruby: (Listens to them all laugh at her, Sniffles)

Yang: Don't worry, Yang. They'll come around eventually.

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Raven: Who are you?

Ruby: I'm Ruby Rose! Daughter of Summer Rose and Taiyang Xiao Long, half-sister to Yang Xiao Long, daughter of Raven Branwen. Yes, this will be on the test.

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Ruby: (Thinking) There he is. Hehe... Little does Tyrian know, he's walking right into my trap. As soon as he tries to lay a hand on me, I'll give that murderer more than he barga-

Qrow: (Screams)

Ruby: Oh, fuck! He's killing Uncle Qrow! Okay, so, that wasn't part of the plan. But we can roll with it.

Ruby: (Eyes closed) Ahem! Oh, look at me! I am asleep and... vulnerable. I wouldn't want Tyrian to come and kill me like what happened to my Uncle Qrow just now! Man, that sure would suck~!

Tyrian: (Thinking) Hehe... Little does that sleeping girl know, I'm gonna do the exact thing she just said. I might have ignored her if she didn't acknowledge how vulnerable and averse to being killed she is. What an idiot~!.

Ruby: (Grabs Tyrian's tail)

Tyrian: NANI?!

Ruby: I meant to think of a clever one-liner to say before ripping your tail off, but I forgot, so... I'm just gonna do it.

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Ruby: (Crashes through the wall)

Salem: Why the hell didn't you just take the stairs?

Ruby: You had a catapult by the moat and the bridge was up and- Oh, forget it!

Ruby: (Slashes Salem, No effect)

Ruby: (Slashes Salem, No effect)

Ruby: (Slashes Salem, No effect)

Ruby: ...Welp, that's the first time I ever failed to penetra-

Salem: (Grabs Ruby, Slams her against the walls)

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Salem: Hey! Keep your hands off that relic! It's an heirloom!

Ruby: Heh... The only heirloom around her is... Uh... Y-Your head is about to be... No...

Ruby: Look, I'm going to cut your head off, but I can't think of a way to tie that into what you just said. So... (Decapitates Salem)

Ruby: Phew... I'm glad to see nobody see me drop the ball with the one-liners again.

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Ruby: So then I grabbed the sword and she was like, "Get your hands off that! It's an heirloom!"

Yang: Ooh! Did you hit back with something cool, like, "Your head will be an heirloom once I lop it off!"

Shay: Hoohoo!

Vernal: Dude, that's good!

Ruby: Uh... Pfft! Yeah! Of course I did!

Ruby: (Turns away) Dammit!

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Raven: I must say, Ruby, you've truly outdone yourself. Killing one of Salem's court is impressive enough, but killing Salem herself?! My dear, you have outdone yourself.

Ruby: Hell yeah, I have! Also, I found this old relic sword thing. But, uh, it used to be a lot bigger and heavier, so it's way more impressive that I brought it back the way it was when it broke.

Raven: You don't say. You know, looking at this damaged relic of an age long passed reminds me of the futility of chasing only one's personal glory. In the end, even the greatest of huntresses are still mere mortals and no amount of fancy armor or weapons, or fame or wealth, will ever change that simple face. Perhaps what truly matters in life is dedicating yourself to others in a kindness so that they may hold you in their hearts long after you... Ruby? Where'd you go?

Crowd: KEGSTAND! KEGSTAND! KEGSTAND!

Ruby: (Doing the kegstanding)

Yang: OH MY GOD, SHE'S THE COOLEST SISTER EVER~!

[hazbinned]

@sirserpentine @cannibalxroses Connected to x. 🌹

{ If we remember to tag each other, the post order can go Pentious, Rosie, then me again? }

"Smile, boys! There's nothing here to fear!"

Alastor, of course, was entirely comfortable both with Rosie and with the general populus of Cannibal Town. The other Overlord was a dear old friend of his, and Alastor was a cannibal himself. Under different circumstances, Alastor would not have attended such a large masquerade, but this one appealed to him in every way!

He turned around, deer ear flicking as he waited patiently for Sir Pentious and Angel Dust to catch up to him. Angel appeared to be having trouble walking in the poofy pink gown that Pentious had made for him. The spider wasn't used to such elegant clothes, no doubt, but seeing him with such things on was a pleasant change of pace, in Alastor's opinion.

The Radio Demon hummed softly to himself, and linked arms with Pentious (without a moment to spare!) the instant that the spider and snake arrived.

"Is everything all right?" he questioned.

A soft smile played across his face, and he took in his friend's new duds for the millionth time that night. Pentious' dark, ornately-decorated frock coat with celestial-themed ornaments was just oh-so-elegant— and, quite frankly, it filled Alastor's heart to the brim with happiness to be able to compliment it with his own red and gold, solar-themed tux and cloak. He had agreed to be the sun to Pentious' moon... the day to his night!

The only thing that he would have changed about Pentious' apparel was the mask. He would strongly have preferred to be looking at at least part of Pentious' actual face.

"I'm good, guys," Angel panted, cooling himself with his pink feathered fan. "Just tripped ova' my dress... and got stuck in a dip in the ground back there, nothin' new."

The arachnid's mismatched eyes darted around as the three of them entered the building, and then the party space— the cannibals weren't sizing him up, were they? Oh, Lord, he hoped not!

He caught sight of a woman with a sizeable crowd around her. She was wearing a red and black dress that almost resembled blood, and a mask with a large rim of roses at the top. Angel tugged on Alastor's cape to slow him down.

"Is that her?" he hissed.

Alastor looked up.

"It is!" he exclaimed, and beamed, rushing toward her at once. Had he not been holding onto Pentious (and now Angel as well), he might have left the two of them in the dust again.

The Radio demon dragged his friends through the chattering group of people and then raised his hand to flag Rosie down.

"Rosie! Hello, my dear! My God, you've outdone yourself!" He gestured to the snake at his side. "This is my dear friend, Sir Pentious—" Alastor, close with a man, let alone the very same reptile that he had mocked during past tea-time conversations with Rosie? What else was new? "... And HIS dear friend, Angel Dust!"

He figured that he might as well introduce them. Aside from Pentious, their masks really did nothing to obscure their identities!

[butt3rsc0tch3z]

another ao3 story but asmodeus/solomon bc they make me so :33c may be out of character, sorry!

"A perfect look for a perfect day," he cooed at his reflection, his orange eyes sparkling with excitement. He was dressed in an ensemble that exuded elegance and seduction in equal measure, ready to captivate the audience.

Just as he was about to head backstage, a familiar voice called out. "Asmodeus!"

Turning with a smile, Asmodeus saw Solomon, the wise sorcerer, approaching with a basket in hand. "Solomon, darling! Whatever have I done to be graced with your presence?" he purred, his voice dripping with charm.

Solomon chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I heard my favorite model was taking the runway today. Thought I'd drop by to offer some moral support and lunch, of course."

Asmodeus' heart fluttered at the genuine affection in Solomon's words. He welcomed the sorcerer with a graceful embrace, careful not to mess up his meticulously arranged appearance. "You always know how to brighten my day, Solomon."

With a playful grin, Solomon presented the basket. "I brought you a little picnic. I know how busy these events can get, so I thought you might need some sustenance."

Asmodeus peeked into the basket, his eyes widening with delight. "Oh, darling, you've truly outdone yourself. Look at these delectable treats! Even getting my favorites!”

The basket was filled with an array of mouthwatering delights – gourmet sandwiches, fresh fruits, and an assortment of pastries that looked like edible works of art. Asmodeus couldn't help but be touched by Solomon's thoughtfulness.

"Care to join me, darling?" Asmodeus purred, offering a strawberry-covered fork to Solomon.

Solomon chuckled, accepting the fork and taking a bite of a delicate pastry. "Well, I can't say no to such a generous offer."

They shared the picnic amid the fashion chaos, their laughter and banter creating a bubble of warmth amidst the glamour. Asmodeus regaled Solomon with stories of previous modeling escapades, and Solomon, in turn, shared tales from his travels from the human realm.

As the time for Asmodeus' runway appearance drew closer, Solomon offered a supportive smile. "You're going to dazzle everyone out there, Asmodeus. Just like you always do."

Asmodeus' heart swelled with gratitude. "Having you here makes all the difference, my dear Solomon. Your presence is the most exquisite accessory I could ever ask for."

With a final touch-up of his appearance, Asmodeus was ready to take the runway once again. He turned to Solomon and blew him a playful kiss. "Wish me luck, darling."

Solomon winked. "Break a leg, and don't worry – I'll be right here, cheering you on."

The runway lights shimmered as Asmodeus stepped into the spotlight. His walk was a graceful dance, his eyes locking onto Solomon's as he passed by. The audience was enraptured, captivated by the allure he exuded.

As the show concluded with resounding applause, Asmodeus returned to Solomon, his heart aglow with the night's success. "I couldn't have done it without you, my dear."

Solomon wrapped an arm around Asmodeus' waist, pulling him close. "And I couldn't have enjoyed the show without you, my charming model."

Their laughter mingled with the fading echoes of the runway, and amidst the glitz and glamour, Asmodeus and Solomon found solace in each other's company, turning a fashion event into a memory etched with sweetness and affection.

[franzkafkagf]

Also tell me more about Aegyn riseeeeeee

YES YES YES

Basically the day after Aegon's coronation he invites his bestie Martyn Reyne over to "celebrate" ;) Aegon is such a brat4brat power bottom in it, he drives me INSANE. It's nearly done, here is the beginning:

👹 NSFW under the cut dont look if ur under 18 👹

Martyn reclined comfortably on the sofa, sipping on his wine as his gaze wandered around Aegon's lavishly decorated room. Tapestries covered the walls, depicting scenes of dragonfire and, weirdly enough, orgies. The floors were covered with plush, intricately woven rugs and at least a dozen scented candles were scattered around the room.

"You've really outdone yourself this time, Egg," Martyn remarked, letting out a low whistle. "The place looks like something straight out of a Dragonlord's wet dream."

Behind a heavy velvet curtain, Aegon chuckled softly. "I'm glad you approve, Reyne. But I think you'll find the main attraction far more impressive than the décor."

Martyn's curiosity was piqued as he took another sip of wine. "Oh? And what might that be?"

"Patience, my dear friend," Aegon replied, still only a shadow behind a curtain. "I just need a moment to finish getting ready. Are you ready?"

Martyn leaned back, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "I'm always ready for whatever the fuck you have planned, Egg."

With a final adjustment to his appearance, Aegon took a deep breath and stepped out from behind the curtain. He was dressed in a see-through red robe that clung to his frame, the fabric leaving next to nothing to the imagination. His hair was braided and his body adorned with glimmering jewels. His lips were painted a dark red, and his eyelids were shaded in blue, accenting his piercing lilac eyes.

"Ta-da!" Aegon exclaimed, striking a pose to showcase his body. "What do you think?"

Martyn’s eyes widened in surprise before he burst out laughing, nearly spilling his wine. "By the Seven, Aegon, you look like a whore! You even got the red lips and everything."

"Fuck off, Reyne.” Aegon rolled his eyes, as he walked over to the table and poured himself a cup of wine, a small smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "If I wanted your sarcasm, I'd have asked for it."

Martyn raised his hands, still grinning. "Alright, alright. You look... stunning, truly. Like something out of a dream."

Satisfied with the response, Aegon downed his drink. He then walked over to Martyn, stopping right in front of him. "Now, if you're done gawking, why don't you pull off your pants and show me what you've got?"

"Anything for you." Martyn's dumb grin widened as he set his wine aside and stood up, his fingers undoing the laces of his trousers. He let them drop to the floor. “Tell me, am I supposed to call you Your Grace now?”

“Shut up,” Aegon silenced him and sank to his knees before his friend, eyes dark as he looked up at him. "Tell me, Reyne, what do you want?"

Martyn's breath hitched, he wanted to bend him over and fuck him right now. "I want you to put my cock in your mouth."

"Do you now? Well, let's see if you deserve it."

With that, Aegon leaned in close, his breath impossibly warm against Martyn's skin, but he didn't touch him. Instead, he just let his lips hover close, his tongue darting out to lick the air. Martyn groaned, his hands reaching for Aegon's hair, but Aegon swatted them away.

"Ah, ah, ah," Aegon chided. "You don't get to touch the king unless he says so."

Martyn's let out a frustrated groan, but he complied, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "Egg you're such a fucking tease."

"That's the point, isn't it?" he chuckled. He leaned in again, this time he let his lips brush lightly against the tip of Martyn's cock, the touch so fleeting it was almost maddening.

Martyn's hips jerked forward involuntarily, and he let out a low growl of frustration. "Please, Egg. Stop teasing."

Aegon's smile widened as he placed a delicate kiss on Martyn's length, barely grazing the sensitive skin. "Call me Your Grace," he commanded, his voice low.

Martyn's voice was strained and breathy, Aegon could be such a brat sometimes. "Please, Your Grace. Suck my cock."

Aegon finally took pity on his friend, opening his mouth and taking his friend into his mouth. Martyn let out a deep moan. Aegon's warm, wet mouth felt so perfect around him.

Aegon started moving, his tongue swirling around the head before sliding down the shaft. His movements were painfully slow, clearly enjoying how Martyn came undone.

"Fuck, Egg," Martyn groaned, fighting back the urge to grab Aegon by his hair and force him deeper. "You're amazing."

[barkspawn]

a: "you're so pretty." b: *nervous laugh* "im what?" a: "i said you're so pretty" (a then proceeds to kiss b) prompt with Elliott please🙏

Featuring: Dresses with pockets

<3

Amelia both loved and hated dressing up. Her hair was always uncooperative and her makeup was never even. The flower dance was no different. She decided this year to keep it simple. She was already wearing the new dress she and Emily had been working on and had already applied some basic makeup. 

She huffed as she examined herself in the mirror, ensuring she was good to go, knowing the walk itself would take some time. 

Quickly, she pinned some of her hair in an attempt at something different from her day-to-day, knowing she'd probably take it out by the time the dance even started. 

She started out the door, waving a quick goodbye to Loaf before making her way south toward the forest. 

She was able to fit her phone in the pocket on one side and her small pouch of coins in the other. 

Emily is a genius for the pockets. 

Emily was honestly a genius with sewing in general. They took Amelia's measurements one time and Emily made the entire dress and it fit Amelia perfectly. Amelia couldn't wait to see her and show her how nice it turned out. 

Elliott crossed her mind more than once. She thought about asking him to dance this year if she could gather the courage. She couldn't even begin to imagine actually doing so. If she remembered correctly, he looked incredible in his suit to the point where it flustered her. He had been her friend since day one and he took to admitting she inspired him. Once, he referred to her as his muse and she feared her heart might explode. 

Elliott was an incredibly attractive man, which made it all the more difficult when she started liking him. She couldn't help but think he was so far beyond her league. 

Her smile shone brightly as she approached the small bridge to the dance area, greeting Evelyn and George as she crossed. 

“You look lovely, dear,” Evelyn commented with a light touch to Amelia's shoulder. Evelyn hadn't been very subtle about her disapproval when it came to Amelia's tattoos, but she eventually understood that even if Amelia wanted to change them (she didn't), she couldn't. 

George gave a small hum in either a hello or agreement, clearly miserable being out here. 

“Thank you, Evelyn. The flowers are gorgeous,” Amelia looked around before her gaze came back to the older couple, “you've truly outdone yourself.”

The woman gave a bright smile and waved her off, “many years of practice. Thank you! Now, go on and don't let us keep you from the party!”

Amelia gave her thanks and walked into the large area, looking around curiously. Everyone seemed to look so nice, even if Sam, Sebastian, and Abigail looked miserable. Amelia was worried she was late with how many people were already there. 

She gave a few hellos on her way to the snack table, pouring herself a cup of punch. 

She felt a nudge on her side, looking over at Pam, who was laughing to herself, “hey, kid. I put a little extra something in the punch.”

Amelia opened her mouth to say something, but closed it, not wanting to start that issue. Instead, she gave a half-hearted laugh before giving Lewis a heads-up to make another bowl for the children. 

She didn't switch hers out, though. She might as well take the courage where she can get it. 

She turned and smiled brightly as she saw Leah, waving at her from a table along the side. Amelia beamed, making her way over. 

“Thank Yoba. I thought I was going to wander aimlessly forever,” Amelia teased as the woman pulled her in for a tight hug.

“Never!” Leah laughed, stepping back and looking Amelia over, “Em did a really great job! Then again I'm sure that you could pull off a burlap sack.”

Amelia shook her head, feigning shock, “you mean I could have worn a burlap sack? Damn!”

Leah rolled her eyes before leaning on the table, tall enough to do so while standing, “I definitely think Elliott will be happy with the dress,” Leah teased, heat growing in Amelia’s face before she added on, “or the sack.”

“Leah!”

Leah held her hands up in surrender, still laughing, “I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself,” she took a deep breath, looking around at everyone, “speaking of El,”

“Leah.”

“Have you asked him to dance?”

Amelia felt her cheeks still burning as she stole glances at the entrance to the field far more often than she'd like to admit. She shot Leah a look, making her groan. 

“Ames. If you don't ask him, you won't know. I keep telling you,” Leah put her hands on Amelia's shoulders, “he is definitely into you.”

Amelia frowned, sighing, “and if he isn't? Then I look like a fool and he–” 

Amelia caught sight of Elliott at the entrance as he politely declined to buy anything from Pierre. Leah must have noticed, following her gaze to the man, a grin growing over her face. 

Amelia's mind had gone completely blank and it seemed like she had forgotten how to breathe. Elliott looked nice every day, of course, but today, he wore a white suit, and although it was the same as every other suit here, he looked incredible. It was perfectly tailored, likely also Emily’s doing, and brought out every perfect feature the man had. 

“Breathe, Ames. Don't need you dying before you can even ask him,” Leah nudged her, bringing her back to reality. 

“You didn't tell me that he looked this amazing in a suit,” Amelia hummed before shooting a glare at Leah, who laughed aloud, “that's just a fact. Sure I'm biased but it's unreal.”

Leah shook her head as she waved at Elliott. He gave a bright smile as he played off his own double take at Amelia. Leah looked at her, who stood completely oblivious. 

Leah hugged Elliott as he approached, a quiet laugh escaping his lips, “well hello, Leah,” he pats her back, returning the small hug before he met Amelia's gaze, “and hello, Amelia.” 

She couldn't help but smile, “hey, El.”

“You look lovely,” Elliott started before looking over at Leah as well, “you both do.”

“We always look lovely, sir,” Leah teased before smiling briefly at Amelia, “you certainly look nice though, right Ames?”

Amelia was caught off guard, but smiled, “yeah, you really do.”

Leah was clearly already growing impatient with the other woman, “So, El, who are you dancing with this year?”

He arched an eyebrow, not seeing the look Amelia shot her, “no one at present. Why? Are you asking?”

Leah’s lip curled in playful disgust, “with you?” she furrowed her brow, “not my type, Romeo.”

He laughed and shook his head, “I take no offense to any of that other than being called Romeo. I'm hardly that… impulsive.”

Amelia laughed, taking another drink of her punch as Leah met her eyes. 

“Find someone fast then, not-Romeo,” Leah commented before starting toward the punch bowl, “I'll be back in a bit!” 

Amelia's eyes widened a bit, cursing her best friend as she left. 

“I always feel like she's part of some maniacal plan when she acts like this,” Elliott joked, leaning casually on the table. Amelia laughed, shaking her head. 

“El, somehow I don't think you're wrong,” she raised the cup to her lips once more before noticing he was looking down at her. She felt her face flush as she caught his eye, “do I have something on my face?” she touched her cheek, fingers cold against the burning skin. 

He smiled as if suppressing laughter at a thought, “not at all. Just admiring your dress. You truly do look lovely.” 

She cursed the blush rising in her cheeks, about to comment before he added, “pink is also a lovely color on you.”

She furrowed her brow, looking down at her dress before it occurred to her that he was commenting on her blush. 

She frowned, placing her cup on the table, “I can't help it. You come in here like an Adonis and start complimenting me,” his brows rose as she continued, “not to mention I blush if someone so much as likes my shoes. So don't pick on me,” she teased, turning to look out over the vast expanse of people and the dance floor. 

It was a long moment before he answered, his tone amused, “like an Adonis, huh?”

She felt her cheeks burning again, trying to will it away. She did say that, didn't she? 

“El, you know you look good. It's not like a secret.”

“Strange how it surprises me then,” he hummed, looking straight out over the people, taking in everyone, “and what about you?”

“Hmm?” she glanced up at him, trying to read his face, “I don't think I'm an adonis if that's what you're asking.”

He laughed aloud then, the sound sending a flood of butterflies through her being, “no, I'm asking who you will be dancing with.”

“Oh, uh…” she bit her lower lips, giving a slight shrug as she turned her gaze forward again, not meeting his eye, “no one. Just watching this year.”

“Well, that's just not acceptable. Perhaps we can change that.”

She laughed quietly, “I'm sorry?”

He looked down at her, who had finally looked up at him. He gave a warm smile before arching an eyebrow, curious as to if she actually didn't understand. 

“I'm asking you to dance with me, Amelia,” his smile grew when he saw the pink rise over her cheeks. 

“Oh,” she smiled, nudging him with her shoulder, “I guess I’d be alright with that.”

He put his hands over his heart, a pout playing at his expression, “you wound me, Amelia. Don't sound so excited.”

She rolled her eyes and shook her head, “maybe this is how I show excitement.

He laughed again, that beautiful melody. 

“I've seen you on several occasions far more excited.”

“Maybe this is just maximum excitement,” she teased, the microphone coming to life with minor feedback. 

“It's time for the long-awaited flower dance! Grab your partners and get ready,” Lewis called, yelling despite there being a microphone. 

Elliott offered his arm, Amelia wasting no time in taking it as they walked to the dance floor. She caught sight of Leah almost choking on a tortilla chip as she spotted the two, looking genuinely shocked. 

Amelia and Elliott took their places across from one another, this being the most annoying part of the dance. Though the longer she took imagining his hand on her waist and her hand in his, the more she realized it was actually about to happen. 

They met eyes as he, and the rest of the men, danced closer before bowing in exchange for a curtsy. He stepped in and took her into his arms, effortlessly dancing in their small space. She met his eyes once more during the dance, his smile faltering for just a second, though she noticed. 

The dance came to an end and people started to clear the floor. They made their way back toward the table. She barely heard his voice when he commented, “could you look at me for just a moment?”

Once they got to the table, she turned and looked up at him, her breath catching at the look he gave her. It was like he had just figured out some complicated issue and was marveling at the solution. But there was also a certain fear she didn't often see in his eyes. She looked over his features, worried that something was wrong. Was he leaving the valley? Did he notice that she had feelings and he had to turn her down? 

“You are very pretty, Amelia.”

Amelia laughed, the sound nervous and breathy, “I'm sorry, I'm what?”

“You're very pretty,” he tucked his finger under her chin, meeting her eyes with a decisive smile, “I’d even say beautiful.”

Before she had a chance to respond, he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, his free hand falling to her waist as she stood shocked for a moment. She felt him falter for a moment, concerned for her lack of response. Before he could pull back, she reached up and touched his face, her other hand resting over his lapel. It was a long few seconds before they couldn't help but smile, their foreheads resting against one another. 

“I'd call you handsome,” she breathed, “but we already know I think you're an Adonis.”

He laughed quietly before pressing his lips to hers in one more too-short kiss, cut off by an excited yell from Leah, “I honestly was not sure if the whole leaving you two alone thing would work, but damn!”

Elliott kept his arm around Amelia, her heart beating hard and fast, “and I got a picture!”

Amelia laughed aloud, giving their friend a look, “you just take pictures of people kissing now?”

“I do when it's obvious that my two best friends who do nothing but drool over each other finally do.”

Amelia frowned. Elliott did not need to know how much she liked him. But.. He liked her too?

“I'm going to leave you lovebirds alone,” Leah grinned as she walked back over to see Emily. 

“You drooled over me then?” she teased, relishing the feeling of his arm around her waist. 

“I'm still not certain that this is real,” he joked, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, “this is the thing of old romance novels. Just… Being around you brings me so much inspiration. It's like…” he paused, looking down and meeting her gaze, “you're my muse.”

She laughed, leaning her head into his chest, “I promise I'm very real. I don't know if I could be your muse, that's so much bigger than me. Besides, the women in those books–”

“--couldn't hold a candle to you, Amelia. I truly believe that you are my muse,” he paused, smiling as she wrapped her arms around him in a hug, “I suppose this is when I invite you for a long walk on the beach, hm?”

She laughed, breathing him in. He smelled of the sea, yes, but his smell reminded her of when it rains and she would curl up by the fire with a new book. It just felt like comfort. Like home. 

“Only if there will be stars filling the entire sky,” she teased, “I could bring some wine.”

He smiled, “most romantic date Pelican Town has ever seen.”

[seeingivy]

ronnie.. my dear ronnie pookie.. you have outdone yourself once again! knocked it out of the park like you always do :) every time i read your writing i feel like crying. I wrote that little blurb at 3 in the morning- absolutely delirious, high on your satoru as ts songs series, thinking that I can be an award winning writer if i think hard enough. clearly, this is why we leave the writing to the writers bc omg you took everything I was trying to convey and actually painted a picture so vivid and cozy! i had to hold myself back from actually giggling out loud 😭😭 (I just wanted to clarify that there was no pressure in that request, honestly idk what 3am me was thinking- i don't even think i meant for it to be a request D: i had been listening to you're losing me on REPEAT the entire day and i had to share something with you. i wrote it while lowkey dozing off, woke up and hit send LOL)

also stoppp youre making me blush :3 I am beyond honoured to be your sweet princess angel face HAHA +im so happy that the detail was helpful, I usually worry if im expressing enough that writers can take all the creative liberties they wish to! but im happy it was able to motivate you after your finals (you've worked hard!!) i loved it to bits I want to eat it up like candy. the way you incorporated the first years, like yes! my pookies get to make an appearance!

ps. if youre taking anons, i'm 100% on board! i always have both jjk and taylor on the brain so if youre ever having brainrot, I probably am too HAHAHA hugs and kisses <3

MANY THOUGHTS MY SWEET PRINCESS ANGEL FACE!!

first, don't doubt yourself too hard because what you gave me to work with was so detailed and amazing! for me - half of the issue with writing is actually getting the idea out (i've had like thirty call it what you want satoru as taylor swift songs request but im waiting for the right idea to hit me) so you're basically halfway there!

also i've never had anyone blurb or HC in my inbox (unless its for method acting, which I usually just incorporate into a chapter) so I....ran with the wind. AND HAD A TON OF FUN DOING IT SO DON'T FEEL BAD.

my brain rot is intense. this is all I think about always actually I was thinking about hockey player gojo earlier today and then had to lie down face down on my bed for a few minutes. anyways.

luv u angel face!!

[potassium-pilot]

FFXIVWrite 2023, Prompt 12: Dowdy

Few in Ul'Dah are privileged enough to have a fine house in the city itself, but Redolent Rose counted himself among the few lucky men with the coin. That said, he certainly didn't feel lucky.

As he pried his eyes open after a short night of sleep, he stared up to the ceiling and started his morning routine of questioning the decisions in life that led him to take a job at the Gold Saucer. Godsforsaken Manderville had far too much money- he may as well have come in with a wheelbarrow full of gil when he offered him the position to run the fashion report. For every gil the Guild earned, Manderville paid him five for his position; the Guild certainly wanted not for coin either.

Opportunity strikes and you follow through. That's how you get a house in Ul'Dah, he thought.

From his bed, he rose, wondering what it would be like if he could get more than five hours a night of sleep again and continued on with his routine. He wore his usual weaving outfit, then set to return to the Weavers Guild once again.

In the halls of the Weavers Guild, Redolent Rose stood in his corner and watched over his weavers as they delicately pieced together the lifeblood of the Guild. Behind him approached his most promising apprentice, carrying a package.

"Master Rose", Dia greeted, "I finished the request."

"Ah, excellent. Allow me to inspect it if you would." Redolent took the package, opened it and inspected its contents.

"Wonderful, simply wonderful! Look at the stitching! Flawless! These embellishments are well done, not a thread out of place. You chose a nice silk as well, and a perfect color to boot. Well done, Dia!"

"Thanks! So, who's the lucky customer?"

"You."

"Huh?"

"I've grown weary of having to look at those rags on you, dear."

Dia shot a gaze down at her outfit, a linen smock colored pale blue, white woolen chausses, and a pair of gray thigh boots. "What's wrong with my current duds? They've served me fine."

"You described the problem just there: duds. These are duds. Though functional, Dia, 'tis boring to look at for long. You are an artisan, and you reflect my guild with your outfits. You needed an upgrade, and quick! How can a customer have confidence in their decision to use your services when you wear far worse quality than you would ever give anyone?"

Dia frowned.

"Don't worry, Dia. I'll only charge you for the cost of the labor."

"...I'm the one that did the labor."

"Exactly!" He grinned. "Now put on your new outfit."

Dia rolled her eyes after he gave back the outfit and she walked away. Using the changing room, Dia removed her old outfit and wore instead a Rust Red swallowtail, void blue trousers, and the black weaver's thigh boots given to her by Redolent Rose after she told him the conclusion of Wawarukka and Kokomo's tale.

Once she left the changing room with her freshly woven outfit on her, Redolent plastered a large surprised smile on his large Roegadyn face. "Now that's a weaver!" He walked to Dia and inspected it now that it was on her. "Good thing I gave you your own measurements."

"I should have guessed when you gave me my exact numbers. Pays to try and be more questioning."

"I say your silence, in this case, has done you far more favors. Look at the way it fits! It's like you have shape and curvature all of a sudden." Redolent circled around her. "Not to mention the color choice is stunning for your skin color. Really, you've made excellent decisions."

Redolent clasped his hands together. "This is perfection. You've outdone yourself! Now think of how a customer will feel knowing they're coming to a weaver who knows fashion. I would certainly commission you...if I were a different man, that is."

Dia smiled. "Well, thank you for the materials for a new outfit."

"Of course. Now, off you go."

Dia walked out of the Guild. Redolent normally wouldn't care about what his apprentices wore, but she was a different case. Most of his apprentices didn't destroy the Ultima Weapon and route the XIVth legion. Most of his apprentices didn't enter his guild with sad eyes and guilty souls. How could he say no to her conviction, however? She wanted to improve her weaving, and he would be damned if she didn't provide anything less than top quality for her skill level.

Out went his finest apprentice.

[nvrcmplt]

the shefox is just going to fit a very fluffy, white fur scarf around alistair's neck; gotta keep grandpapa warm since the temperatures are dropping! she also brought a little goodie bag of handmade baby castellas for him to enjoy ~ ♥

She needed no introduction, the way her juniper scent filled the area and the chill of a frosty eve crawled at his ankles had his lips curving in delight before witnessing her appearance here. Amusement true in his features to be graced with yet another gift on top of the smell of cake. Fur, thick and heavy but oh-so warm, placed upon his own outdoor garments. Gloved fingers raise to brush the fur downwards with a soft laugh. Feeling the age he portrays almost, he presses the furred lining to his cheek and chin with a merry hum before looking towards them.

"How precious to share, Lady Inari." He smiled as he eased himself into the standard polite bow towards royalty. "Though I do hope you'll be joining me for cake and tea? Dear me, you've outdone yourself yet again, hm?" Hand cradles the warmth of homemade spheres. The smell as always heavenly to his standards. "Did you travel far this time, little fox?" His gloved hand rose to offer his palm towards her, to guide her within the cool yet free greenhouse he always liked to share with her.

[imaginecorporation]

You have definitely outdone yourself writing that slow painful demise of San's and Bada's relationship with one another. A simple misunderstanding over one brother's overprotectiveness and one brother's anger at being perceived as weaker has wrought so much damage to their little family. Whoever their parents were, I wonder how sadly they would have been when they see their sons turned against each other.

Wait, there is a part three?! Ooooh more please! Keep the angst flowing! And thank you once again! You should turn this into a fanfic one day. There are so few San and Bada fanfics even on AO3. - Faithanon

P.S. Forgot to say this earlier on but thank you for the additional song suggestions you made for the first Bada and San post and for the one you said you'll add to the third one! -Faithanon

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You get what you ask for! I.. might flesh this out. Someday. If I don't, I give permission for any of you to do so! As mentioned before, the song. - Mod Finn

Just Like You (Part 3/???)

Part 1 here! Part 2 here!

"I regret to inform you" was a phrase Bada was familiar with in the 27 years of his life.

"I regret to inform you that we've reviewed your application, and have gone forwards with other candidates."

"I regret to inform you that we are currently out of milk at the moment, sir."

"I regret to inform you." "I regret to inform you." "I regret to inform you."

The letter was sent by the Hana Association.

Bada almost refused to read the text that followed. That is, until Martina gingerly picked the letter from his hands- since when were they shaking- and, quietly, in the dimmed light of the Cane Office's break room (they had both been 'asked' to work late that evening), began to speak.

"OFFICIAL LETTER OF NOTIFICATION TO NEXT OF KIN CONCERNING THE CHANGE OF STATUS TO KILLED IN ACTION.. Dear mister Bada. On behalf of the Hana Association, I regret to inform you that the name of your brother, San, a partner of the Zwei Association, has appeared on a list of those that have been pronounced dead after taking on the request of investigating the Urban Legend known as 'The Library'. I regret that this information I must provide to you at this time adds to your stress and emotional strain. You will be advised promptly when any additional factual information is received or an official change in status is made.."

Bada drowned out the rest.

He couldn't hear.

He couldn't feel.

He couldn't even think.

San? Dead?

Couldn't be.

They... Bada hadn't answered, let alone read, any of San's letters in the past six years.

After all, he was Baby Bada, the younger brother who couldn't stand up to the oh-so-amazing Fixer Superhero San had become! He was going to prove to him how he was missing out! He was going to do better than his older brother could ever hope to achieve!

And, to top it all off, while his brother was stuck at a dead-end Office, seemingly capped at Grade 6.. Bada had made it far beyond that. Bada had made it to Grade 2, an accomplishment marking the only time he ever wrote back to his brother, bragging about how much better it was being on his own than being stuck taking care of his brother's dirty laundry every week.

He got up.

He had to go home.

Bada flung open his door, practically bolted to his spare bedroom, where he had stored all six years' worth of his brother's letters. Practically tearing the file cabinet open, he frantically opened letter after letter after letter after letter, reading through each one.

"Hey, Baby Bada! How's your first week alone? In case you forget, here's directions to the fast food place you went to last year for your birthday! I hope you've settled in well-"

"Hey, little bro! I haven't heard from you in a while and wanted to know if you're okay, or just too busy to answer! Here's my number- and Julia's and Isadora's. Don't hesitate to call or text if you need any advice, or just want to yell about coworkers! I'll write again soon-"

"Hey, bro, are you still getting these? I've decided to create my own office and wanted your opinion on it's name-"

"Bada, I got my first employee today! His name is Mars, he almost reminds me of you some days-"

"Hey, guess who's Office is a total of three people now! Her name is Lulu, here's a photo of us for when we're just as big as the Cane Office! Don't forget me when you're a Color, okay?"

"In case you read this, here's a coupon to a store I've heard you like to visit from your coworker-"

"To Mister Bada. You know what? Fine, maybe you are better off without me. Have fun with the loan sharks, and don't get eaten. You do your thing, and I'll do mine. Signed, San, Operator of Streetlight Office"

Bada didn't get any sleep that night, instead curled up next to a steadily more beaten file cabinet, torn-up letters and notes scattering the ground around him.

[enha-woodzies]

➸ CHAPTER 2 | " TEA IS SPILLED "

starring: enhypen ft. i-land daniel

pairing: jungwon x fem!reader x sunghoon

genres: royal au, romance, angst, slowburn, 18th century setting

word count: 1.8k

taglist: @serendipitysung (again, thank u for beta reading this chap) @angeljungwon @en-sun @affectionaterainoflove @renkiv @softforjungwoo @jislix @fluffi @gyeraniee @miffythoughts

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In a family of four, the grand manor is typically too massive of a place to frolic about considering the children are, now more than ever, entering the wobbly world of adulthood. Lady Park isn't at all saddened, not even the slightest, of the lack of silly beings bouncing around the halls. Her three blissful children are more than enough to fulfill the abundance needed to fill up these wide walls of comfort.

With wild banters resonating from the top floors to the angry cries of frustration and bullets being fired in the grassy yard, boisterous laughters even in the parlour and magnificent tunes from the pianoforte in the lobby, who would've thought the widowed lady only has three creatures in the solace of her household?

But of course, despite the few kiddos giddily leaping around and about the toughly cemented abode, the house never once lacked a single servant happily offering their services to the ever most humble aristocratic family. They rather consider it as the greatest honor to have even worked in this clan as they, amongst the fewer fews, have exuded nothing but kindness, generosity, and upholding of such exquisite manners despite their highly-acclaimed titles and places in Northumberland’s high-class society.

It’d be a blessing to be affiliated with the three children and whoever be so lucky to earn such fortune is very favored in life indeed. One would say they and the Yang family have always been the highly influential clans even of late and who wouldn't dare say? The two rich families have been one of the greatest friends of the city. Even their children could almost pass as siblings due to the tight-knit bond they shared over the years. Kindred spirits, I dare say.

This season will duly prepare the fine and charming jewel of the family, Lady Y/n, as the debutante’s ball is coming up briefly. A day well spent in the modiste is a woman's dainty bliss as the perfectly sewn dress is finally ready for appealing suitors and the royalty herself, the Queen.

“You look nothing more than gorgeous, sister. Madame Fleur has outdone herself again with another splendid piece.” Jay, the eldest of the family, pinches the silky fabric while gently pulling it upwards to gain better access to the dress’ features.

“Thank you, Jay. Although I admit, the measurements in the waist are a bit funny.”

“I wouldn't doubt that. It is Mother’s liking to keep your corset tight and deadly.” The eldest rubs his chin in contemplation. “Rest assured if you need any assistance in loosening that wretched piece of torture, Niki and I will be of help at the ball.”

“Again, brother, thank you. And speaking of help, where's Niki? He was supposed to help me with my waltz today.”

"I have no idea. Last I saw him he was with Daniel. Shouldn't he be home by now?"

Without any warning, the youngest comes dashing into the parlour like a carefree prince who just had the best slumber of his life.

“I’m right here. Forgive me, dear sister, for my unannounced absence in today's dance practice. I shall have you know, the Duke’s son sent us an invitation this morning. One that Daniel and I,” the two eldest eye him suspiciously, awaiting a usual remark whenever the topic is about the marquess. “refused to reject… surprisingly.” Niki clicks his tongue before proceeding to join his siblings on the cushioned couch.

“Shocker. Tell me, brother, was your day positively horrific?” Jay sarcastically huffed. “Oh, you don't have the slightest idea.” The two boys joined together for a rather boisterous laugh that made the only lass cross her arms as she sits between the two brothers.

“How’s life treating Park?” Jay questions. “Oh, you know. The usual. Living in luxury as well as wasting it away. He seemed more ashen lately.” Niki downs a glass of water that was resting on the coffee table.

After a few more barbs and laughs against the Duke’s only son, Y/n decides to butt in as time’s a wastin. “Apologies for the intrusion, but it’s necessary for me to rehearse for the dances I might have in two days' time, unlike you two who are accustomed to sweeping girls off the dance floor. Come, Niki, before mother sees me to bed.”

In the middle of an exhausting rehearsal with his sister, Niki sits down on the edge of Y/n’s bed with both hands leaning on the mattress. “You could've asked Jay.” he mutters under his breath.

It's not that the boy was complaining to teach waltz, it was more of trying to keep himself away from social interactions for the time being as he felt the need to mope again after a long while.

“True, I could have. But I haven't seen you wandering about the house today. Except this morning when I was awakened by your harsh firing in the garden.” Y/n looks over her shoulders to give a playful glare at the nearly knackered, blonde-haired lad. “How was your day, Riki?”

“Don’t call me that.” He hisses.

“Must I remind you that I was the one who wiped your tushy when you were a tiny bum and I also-”

“Oh you must, mustn't you?” Niki throws his hands in the air in vexation. But his sister could only smile at him in a manner that he couldn't argue any further. “Fine. We did fencing today, with the Duke’s trophy of a son.”

“You know, I never understood your hatred towards that man. I envy Jay, honestly. He gets to listen to your burdens about the marquess and console you."

“Soon, sister. The story’s very… profound.” Niki lazily plops his body back on the fluffy mattress with both hands at the back of his head.

“You mean the feelings behind that story?”

“You're too keen on unearthing this from me, aren't you? You clever bean.” Niki smirks at his sister’s antics.

“Anything to have my little brother confess. I am your most favorite sibling after all, am I not?” Y/n intertwines her fingers with her brother’s and seals it with a comforting kiss right on his thumb.

“Whatever it is, no matter how inexpressible or profound it may be...”

“Thank you, Y/n. I’m going to miss these melodramatic moments with you.” The lass scoffs at Niki’s almost sweet words. “It's not like I’m guaranteed marriage this season.”

“Oh but mother will do anything to try and get you married. That's guaranteed right there. Although Jay will be meddling at most in choosing a husband who's fit enough for you. But whoever that lucky chap may be, as long as he makes you happy, he already has my blessing.”

“Do you think Jungwon will ask someone's hand this season?” Y/n joins her brother on the bed as they both stare at the ceiling in deep ponder. Niki gulps at the very sudden question from his sister, but he shrugs it away as he recalls a distant memory of her and Jungwon frequently fighting over twigs and branches when they were nothing but ten.

“Jay can only answer that for you. Why don’t you ask Sunoo? He never misses an opportunity to spill details about his brother to you.”

“But that would be too much, wouldn't it?” Y/n sighs in exhaustion. “I can never get that man to look in my direction.”

“He’d be damned to even try to, especially when Jay’s around. He may be his best pal but Jay has always been very protective about you.”

“Whoever’s the pretty lady to be asked by Jungwon will definitely be the luckiest girl, I bet.”

The boy has all the means to help his sister as he is deeply affiliated with Jungwon’s brother, Daniel. But Niki could only look at her in pity thinking of all the years Y/n has set her heart on the oblivious boy next door, only the latter seems to care less in bearing the lady’s genuine sentiments.

"Yang Jungwon!" A stern voice from a woman in her fifties resonates throughout the lad's powder room.

"Mother." He monotonously mumbled.

"Did I hear it correctly? You're not to dance with anyone at the ball?" With two hands on her waist, the young lord could almost see his mother's vein popping out on her wrinkled forehead.

"I suppose brother spilled the tea, huh? And yes, mother, you heard it correctly."

"Madness! If it weren't for Sunoo's knowledge of this I wouldn't have known. God knows what's going on inside of that brain of yours!"

"Mother, I am not fond of-"

"Nonsense! Not even the daughter of our dearest friend, Lady Park?"

"Most especially not her." Jungwon mutters under his breath.

"Do you even hear the absurdity of your words?"

"Certainly, I do, mother."

"Oh god, oh dear. You're giving me a headache right now." She rubs her temple in utter anxiety followed by a frustrated exhale. Lady Yang fumbles the surface of her dress until she got a handful of its fabric, gripping it upwards to free her steps from the hindrances while turning back from her son to leave him be. Until the eldest shows up from his supposedly brief reading schedule in the pantry.

“Ah! There you are. Talk some sense into your brother will you, dear? I might collapse if I bother to argue even more about his foolishness.” And Lady Yang leaves the two swiftly before they can even utter a word.

“What is it that you've done to mother now?” Sunoo, the eldest, walks slumpily towards Jungwon’s side while half-slamming the book on the marble counter.

“Shouldn't I be asking you that?” Jungwon side-eye him with a sneer.

“She was interrogating me with her unconquerable motherly vexes if you must know. Sincerely, brother, I'm not one to lie. Though, I did try my best.” The younger boy could only scoff at the sassy rebuttal from his brother.

“You could've tried harder. Or maybe, you could've just silenced yourself. Marvelous idea, isn't it?”

“Or maybe, you can put on a little effort to satisfy mother’s hopes even for one night. Brilliant, isn't it?”

Jungwon hisses as he unbotton his puff sleeves one by one with Sunoo looking at him in an almost scorn, pitying his brother for being a complete idiot, not to mention a coward too.

“I’m not a coward if that's what you're thinking. Let’s hear it, what would you have me do, brother?” The younger one looks at his brother’s reflection through the mirror like a brazen knight ready to be thrown into war. With both hands resting on the shiny countertop, he bites his bottom lip with a foreseeable answer in mind.

Sunoo taps the boy’s shoulder before heading to the door to leave him in his fickling decisions.

“Lady Y/n Park. Two dances, brother, then you can pray to spend the rest of your nights in peace.”

Jungwon gulps down followed by a deep sigh the moment Sunoo left the room, like an exhale he’s been trying to hold underwater for over a minute.

He could only hope that those two dances will be the last of it, or he could kiss his peaceful nights goodbye… forever.

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