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fictoculus · 9 months

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౨ৎ they find you crying...

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FEAT... venti, cyno, itto, tighnari

A/N... i just wanted to put in a little message to say how greatful i am for all the love and support! it genuinely brings a smile to my face reading what you guys write when you repost one of my works. also, please don't be shy and send me some requests! i want to make sure i'm making content that people will enjoy and am struggling to think of interesting concepts ♡

WARNINGS... references to low mental health (venti)

✧ venti.

♪ you'd been feeling low for a while now, spending your days alone at stormbearer point, losing yourself in you thoughts as you gaze absentmindedly at the scenery below you

♪ venti would be more than just concerned, though he may be completely oblivious at first; it takes him a while to notice how you're truly feeling

♪ when he does, he feels an ache in his heart, he scolds himself for not noticing sooner

♪ he's sure to shower you in gifts, whether they be big or small, and always make sure to spend quality time with you, refusing to leave until he sees that beautiful smile of yours

stormbearer point was... somewhat comforting. the soft, gentle breeze brushing against you as you dangle your feet off the edge, though you weren't swinging you legs in joy as you usually would. instead, they dangled freely off the edge, swaying only when the wind willed them to. contrary to the environment around you, your life for the past few weeks had been anything but pretty. it felt as if the flowers of your mind had wilted, leaving you with the shrivelled stems as you desperately buried them over and over, praying to the gods that some miracle would make them sprout once more.

your beloved, venti, had been completely oblivious to your state of mind, thanks to your ability to mask your emotions; though you'd hoped that, even then, he would've been able to see past your facade. only now, 3 weeks later, does he finally notice the dullness in your eyes as he gazes into them, holding your cheeks in his hands to stop you from turning away.

while you had been completely lost in your thoughts, he had seen you perched upon the edge, slowly lowering himself down to sit beside you and snaking an arm around your waist. his eyebrows furrow as he feels your body tremble against him, followed by shallow sobs and quiet sniffles; his heart shattered. how hadn't he noticed that you, the love of his life, hadn't truly been feeling the joy he had falsely seen in your broken smile?

from that point onwards, the bard made sure to keep his eye on you, watching you from afar as you spent time alone, making sure to take you to your favourite cafe atleast once a week. he'd also shower you in gifts, whether it be a dandelion he had found on his adventures, or a hat he'd bought from a merchant that he thought would compliment you perfectly (though he thinks you look simply stunning in anything and everything).

✧ cyno.

♪ cyno being cyno, he'd most likely tell you the "best" jokes he can think of, knowing they always make you smile (mostly for the wrong reasons...)

♪ as soon as he finds you huddled up in the corner, sobbing into your knees as you cradle them into your chest, he instantly questions you; wondering who would dare hurt his beloved, he is the general mahamatra after all...

♪ naturally, his immediate thought is to track down the perpatrator and administer judgement just like he would with any other criminal, but it comes to his realisation that this isn't just any old criminal, it's someone that had hurt you

life can be... overwhelming sometimes, something cyno knows well. yes, administering judgement does bring a sense of pride, but being face-to-face with so many wrong-doers can really be damaging. that's why his level of understanding is so deep, he can really empathise with what your feeling, though sometimes he struggles to comfort others.

so, when he finds you curled up in the corner, trembling as you pull your knees closer to your chest, he finds himself frozen to the spot.

"did they hear me come in? i don't think they did... how am i suppossed to announce myself without scaring them?"

he ends up making a fool of himself.

his first idea is to clear his throat, but because he didn't want to frighten you (worried that you'd jump and hit your head on the wall you were propped up against), his coughs ended up being far too quiet to overpower your sobs. his "back-up plan" was to simply walk over and hug you, placing a hand behind your head and pulling you into his chest, shushing every so often and rocking the two of you from side to side.

you sat their for a good 5 minutes, not saying a word to each other but basking in the comfortable silence. being wrapped in his arms alone is more than enough comfort; his warmth lulling you to sleep as your eyes flutter shut.

crying can take a lot of energy, and so it's only natural for you to dose off once the stress that's been bothering you all day finally leaves you in peace.

the general feels your head fall limp on his shoulder, your sniffling eventually silencing as you relax against him. gently, he lifts you up from the floor, carrying you to the bed and carefully setting you down before climbing in beside you.

"goodnight, my love, we'll talk about it tomorrow, ok?"

✧ itto.

♪ itto is very energetic, and thrilled at the idea of adventure (and beetles). so, when he hears you sniffling behind the door of your shared bedroom, he assumes you've come down with a cold and bursts into the room with boxes upon boxes of tissues and cold medicine

♪ only when he sees your face wet with tears does he realise, you're crying

♪ call him overdramatic, but he literally drops everything and rushes over to you, tackling you backwards onto the bed and squeezing the sadness out of you

"3... 2... 1..."

with a loud thud, your shared bedroom door is flung open and an eager oni jumps through, arms full of sickness necessities (including a mountain of snacks to fulfill any and all possible cravings).

"[name]! i heard you sniffling soooo... i brought tissues and cold medicine and chocolate and- babe?"

your scans your face, staring at you longingly until he finally catches your eyes, red and puffy. you can see the way his heart shattered just by the way he looks at you; a small, almost unnoticeable, crease between his eyebrows expressing his concern.

"c'mere..."

despite asking you to hug him, he charges right at you, the shock briefly stopping your tears as his tackles you backwards and onto the bed. as soon as he's comfortably ontop of you, he kisses your face all over, slightly rougher on your cheeks but feather-light on your eyelids, which were squeezed shut. satisfied, he gives you one final kiss on the lips before burying his face in the crook of your neck and hugging you tight; as if he was trying to squeeze the sadness out of you.

"what's got you all upset, hm? wanna talk about it?"

and so you talk, explaining how everything had gone wrong that day, impersonating the vendor you had "argued" with as itto listens carefully, refraining himself from interrupting you no matter how tempting it may be. only once you had finished does he share his input, reassuring you that you weren't in the wrong and practically yelling in frustration at how unprofessional and rude the vendor had been.

he even offered to cook for the two of you, though you ended up ordering becaue this man cannot cook to save his life. that's ok though, it's the thought that counts.

✧ tighnari.

♪ tighnari, being a forest ranger, is not often home during the day, meaning collei would be the one to find you crying

♪ she would rush off to find tighnari almost immediately, who, conventiantly, is only a minutes walk outside gandharva ville, observing the wellbeing of the flora and fauna of sumeru

♪ the two of them would come running within minutes, tighnari panting as he bursts into your shared home with look of pure worry plastered onto his face

♪ simply talking with eachother provided you with more than enough comfort, hence why the two of you spent hours just talking, snuggled up close under the cover and discussing whatever came to mind

you try your best to muffle your sobs, hands clasping over your mouth as you squeeze your eyes shut in an attempt to stop the tears from falling. tighnari wasn't home, and the last thing you'd want is for collei to hear you (since you're a somewhat parental figure to her).

however, things don't always go to plan.

as if fate itself was against you, a rhythmic knock echoes throughout yours and tighnari's shared home, one you know far too well. you curse under your breath, rubbing your face down messily with your hands before scrambling to the door. you take a deep breath before pulling it open, greeting collei with a warm smile, like you always do. you do everything in your power to keep your composure, to stop your voice from wavering as you spoke, but your attempts were proven futile.

"[name]? a- are you doing ok? your eyes are all red..."

that was all it took for you to break down.

poor collei is strucken with pure panic; she has never seen you like this before and genuinely doesn't know how to help you. there's only one solution she can come up with: tighnari.

before you could even attempt to mutter an apology, the greenette is practically sprinting towards the forest, yelling over her shoulder:

"i'll be right back!"

tighnari, thankfully, was only a couple minute's walk outside of gandharva ville, studying the wellbeing of the sumeru's flora and fauna. attatched to his satchel is a small drawstring pouch, where he collects fallen petals or damaged flowers, later drying or pressing them and gifting them to you as a substitute for the traditional bouquet.

"collei?"

his ears perk up at the sound of collei barging past the dense bushes and shrubbery, only to immediately drop down as collei explains how you'd burst into tears, panting heavily from the long run.

without hesitation, the ranger messily packs his belongings before sprinting in the village's direction, wasting no time before bursting through the front door and throwing himself onto you, enveloping you in his comforting warmth. the two of you would just stand in the doorway for a few minutes, holding onto eachother tightly. you gripped onto the back of his shirt as if he was your lifeline. in a way, he was.

"i'm so sorry i wasn't here, sweetheart. next time this happens, you come find me, ok?"

he peppers you with kisses, mainly on your forehead and nose, eventually dragging you to the bedroom where the two of you cuddle until the sun sets, not wanting to fall asleep but instead just talk about anything and everything.

"we only need to talk about it if you want to, okay? i love you, [name], i will always be here"

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jd-loves-fiction · 2 years

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i saw u're accepting requests (＾∇＾)ﾉ♪

do u write for jamil viper (twst)? disregard this if no. but if yes, can u write (nsfw) jamil using his unique magic on his fem!s/o (w/ consent ofc). also include cock warming pls.

thanks!!

🌑 👀ooh i was waiting for this if I'm honest :) hope it's to your liking ❤️

⚠ hypnosis kink (Jamil’s UM), dumbification, I went off with the dirty talk tbh, mean dom!Jamil, cockwarming, penetrative sex tho i don't specify beyond that, degradation, master kink, a bitch skipped foreplay again.

[21:36] "Are you ready?"

"Yes."

"Absolutely?"

"Jamil." You call to him sternly, hands on his shoulders in hopes of reassuring him that you're ready.

"I'm just making sure." He reasons, "Alright, here we go."

"The one reflected in your eyes is your master. If I ask, you shall answer me; if I command it, you shall bow your head to me. Snake Whisper." Jamil's words are soft, inviting your mind into a haze as your eyes turn to ruby.

"Good, now, take off your clothes. Slowly." He steps away from your lightly swaying body to lay back on the bed, closely observing your movements as you obey his order.

Jamil takes a moment to look over your naked body, enjoying the sight of you, uncovered and unable to shyly cover yourself like usual, "Beautiful."

You watch the scene through hazy lenses, unbelievably aroused and embarrassed in equal parts, but the unfiltered love and lust in Jamil's eyes makes you feel a little better about your exposure.

"Come, sit on my lap, my love." His hand stretches out in your direction, beckoning your foggy mind forward.

You do so easily, finding comfort upon his strong thighs, but feeling unsatisfied by the fact that they’re still covered, though you can’t do much about it. Beyond squirm, that is.

“Oh?” His lips curl upwards in amusement, hands settling on your hips, digging into your flesh to keep you still, "Stop moving."

He hums, pleased by you stopping your movements in a second. The power quickly rushes both to his head and down south; the knowledge that you're helpless to go against his orders stirs something deep within him, hesitation thrown to the wind.

"So sweet, so helpless," his soft, delicate fingers trail down your face, sharp eyes following, "Ride me, love."

Without the ability to interpret his instruction, your hips press down against his clothed bulge; riding him, yes, but not exactly as he'd intended.

"Aww, helpless and dumb? What am I going to do with you, my love?" His fingers form a collar back around your throat but your actions don't stop. "Do you need me to hold your hand through every little thing?"

Jamil's tone sends shivers down your spine, his words make you even wetter, slick dripping all over his lap despite how mean they sound. "You like that, don't you?"

"Y-Yes, master. I like it." In the moment you're thankful for Jamil's magic, your answer is simple but at least it's not missing like it would've been without it. The truth is, your mind is completely blank without his orders to fill it.

"I know you do, but i want you to do it properly. So help me undress and sit on my cock." You barely nod before doing as he orders, quickly, eagerly, before taking him inside with no preparation whatsoever, a decision you might later come to regret. But at the moment, it only serves to further drive you up the wall, emptying your mind if any coherent thoughts and switching them out for Jamil's cruel but tantalizing words.

"Stop." He says suddenly, eyes sparkling with fascination as your mind counters your body's urge to move. All he needs is one word, and you stop. One word and you speak. One word and you let yourself go completely, no shame to hold you back and that makes him shiver.

"Stay, love. Sit right there and look pretty for me." Long fingers grasp your chin, turning your vacant gaze towards him, observing your features, this time leisurely, with no rush.

Your limbs tremble with the need to move once more, but it's as if snakes coil around you to hold you back, hold you down, with Jamil's will.

"Master, please..." Your voice is weak, soft and shaky, and it tugs at your master's heartstrings.

"Should've ordered you to speak only when spoken to," he comments, "or perhaps not. I do like how pathetic you sound when you plead like this."

"Fine, you can move. But you have to do all the work yourself. Go on, fuck yourself on my cock for me." Once again he sits back to enjoy the show you put on upon his command.

The expressions on your face, the way your body moves, so desperate and so quick to reach the high you seek, drive him close to the edge, holding tightly onto the his carefully protected power by resisting the urge to help you (and himself) along.

But nonetheless, with or without his help, you get there, tongue hanging out if your mouth, pupils like hearts on his face as you get oh so close.

"Master, may I? Please..."

Jamil's eyes narrow, patience snapping like a frail twig, before he take you by the waist and lays you don't beneath him, finishing the job you started.

"Almost there aren't you? So am I, hold on a little longer for me, petal." His words are careful as always, but they shake under the pressure provided by his own lust and love for you. The nickname almost breaks his own spell along with his current mental instability brought around by the feeling of your walls around him, tightening, fluttering.

Such a sweet name feels almost out of place within your clouded mind, filled with harsh orders and demands. And yet, it serves to remind you that this is Jamil, your sweet Jamil who calls you sweet nicknames like 'petal' and cooks you your favorite meals when you most needs them.

The knowledge of it is what really drives you off the edge of the cliff, Jamil's following with the lock of your lips into a wet, sloppy, desperate kiss.

"Jamil," you breathe as you come down from your high, the spell has worn off, has disappeared, the haze over your eyes has dissipated and the cloud over your mind have lifted.

You breathe deeply, greedily, feeling as if you've just been yanked out from under water, finally able to see your lover fully without a filter.

His eyes come up to yours as his forehead rests against yours, "Are you feeling alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm great," you giggle, hands around Jamil's face, "thank you, master."

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inkybloom-luv · 9 months

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I'd like to say that when I first met you I fell for you instantly and I knew. But I didn't know. And it wasn't even a meet. I saw you at orientation first, trying your damnedest to put out the fire breathed out by the stupid mage cat that had tried to steal my spot as a student, not that I really knew what was going on at the time, that had somehow spread to your Housewarden's robes.

I didn't have much time to look at you then, frantically trying to avoid the chaos and near frozen by fear and confusion. But even in that you looked gorgeous. I blamed it on the lighting at the time, running to catch up with the grey and blue creature.

The second time I saw you was after I'd been enrolled for a while, chaos seemed to follow me as I adjusted to everything. By then I'd had to replace my glasses, not that I think the headmage intended to replace them until I had begged Riddle to bring it up with him, as I could hardly see any board or far from me and using my phone camera only did so much. I must've looked weird to you. I was staring, I know, but I could not help it, even if I was supposed to ask about your, albeit not as severe but incredibly inconvenient, injury that would keep you from participating in the spelldrive tournament.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from you then, unable to find any excuse for such behaviour even now. Only then did I learn your name, Jamil Viper. Had I known that name would haunt my every waking thought, I would not have asked it. Your hair looked so lovely that day. And the accessories you wore, I wondered if they'd look good on me, if I could watch you do your hair up.

I saw you play basketball the other day. I was sent to the school Gym to help do maintenance on the equipment. You had your club activities supervised by coach Vargas at the time, seeing as I was also there. Unbeknownst to you, the band on your uniform that you wear around your arm had fallen in the cafeteria in the lunch period before. I noticed and picked it up, sure enough that I would see you and return it eventually.

When I actually saw you there I stared again, as one with a crush does, I guess. You take my breath away. Coach Vargas yelled in my ear on accident, which embarrassingly made me flinch and cower. I have not gotten over loud noises, but I don't think I need to. God I still hope you didn't see that. But you might've.

Somehow I actually managed to talk to you and return the armband. Told you I liked the way your hair was up, that you looked cool playing basketball. I wish I could've kept talking but really, I probably only would have embarrassed myself. If you knew how red my cheeks were, how hot they felt after I'd gone out of sight. I'm sure you'd laugh at me. But I can't help myself, not when my heart threatens to break my ribcage when I so much as think about you. Your eyes are gorgeous too. Can't believe I never noticed them, but I don't look people in the eyes when speaking all that much.

Your eyes though, your eyes I adore. They are endlessly beautiful to me. They ensnare me, hold my attention, I can't look waya no matter how much I try, not that I want to though.

Not that you're ever going to read this. I'm going to hide this away later. I just had to get my thoughts out. But I, Inky, do adore you. Moreso than I have anyone before. But I won't call it love. I don't think I'd be worth that yet. Maybe one day, Jamil, maybe one day I will be worthy of calling you my love. Until then, I do hope you don't think I'm too weird.

I've got to leave it here though, the damned bird is calling me in again, for no reason I bet. My allowance better get higher, lest I go nuts here.

♪~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♪

Aaand here we have my Yuu-sona being down bad for the snake man. In case of terrible formatting, I am, in fact, on mobile. Might make more depending on how well this goes over but I hope it's not too obvious that this is my first writing piece,,, ya. Hope y'all enjoy! <3

Can be read as x reader, it's only my Yuu-sona, feel free to change the name in y'alls lil delulu heads cause me too<3

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harufluff · 2 years

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hey🥺 how are you? i hope you're well!! i saw your soft fic w hoon and how you said please request, so i wanted to try requesting 🥺 i'm really bad at requesting stuff so hopefully it will be good enough!

i unfortunately couldn't find the prompt numbers or if there's any prompt list, please let me know if it's better for you you know? Otherwise, it's going to be kind of similar but if there's any idea of something soft and comforting with sunghoon, I'd be really happy!! it's obviously very self-indulgent, but i really crave someone being caring and soft and comforting, and he's someone comforting for me somehow 🥺

i'm unsure, so i thought of a reaction? something like kisses with enha? i thought it could be cute hehe

i hope i'm not too much of a burden! have a beautiful day/night!! 🥺🎀✨

♪○「 enhypen reaction to kisses 」○♪

awww i love you so much. it’s not a burden at all! thank you for requesting anon!!! thanks for being my first request!!! as for the prompt list i’ll post it soon. i’ll be sure to make sunghoons extra special

p.s. i find him comfortable too :))

warnings - none i don’t think.

genre - fluff, angst, enhypen x gender neutral reader

requested - yes!!!! thank you anon ily! i hope this is ok :)))

a/n - thank you for 50+ followers!! ily!!

★ YANG JUNGWON ★

“are you wearing the scarf i bought you the other day?” your boyfriend asked sweetly

“huh? oh yea! it’s so warm and i thought i would wear it with you for the first time!”

he blushed slightly at your words. did he know you were blushing too that he noticed? not at all. he leaned into your shoulder, wrapping both of his arms around you waist staying at your side. he buried his face in your torso.

“you smell nice”

you blushed ever more. if that was even possible.

“thanks” you answer

“wait. did you get new perfume? you smell different”. he leaned up to your neck and tugged down your scarf. he sniffed you neck.

you giggled at his cute actions and his breath on your neck. he kissed your neck over and over again.

it’s safe to say you had a hard time falling asleep that night.

✿ LEE HEESEUNG ✿

you had just gotten home from work/school. you and heeseung planned on having a cute movie marathon together.

all you wanted to do was cuddle with your boyfriend right now. you opened the door expecting to be in a quiet house.

you saw your boyfriend preparing snacks, candy, drinks, blankets, pillows, and literally everything you could ever need.

you snuck up behind him and snaked your arms around us waist, resting your cheek against his back.

he flinched slightly at the surprise and quickly relaxed.

“welcome home, baby” he said sweetly

“hi”

he turned around in your arms and kissed your head. you looked up at him. he quickly pecked you again, this time in your lips. you looked at each other for a good 15 seconds.

he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck and kissed it lovingly.

“i’m glad your home”

𖠰 PARK JAY 𖠰

you and jay were having a cute cafe date. afterwards you walked around together in the cold breeze hand in hand.

“this is fun. we should do this more often” you said and smiled.

“i agree. i like holding your hand”.

you grinned at him, to which we smiled back at eyes turning into crescents.

you continued walking together until you got to your home. we walked you to the door to make sure you were safe.

“i’ll talk to you later ok?” he told you

“ok. i’d like that”.

he leaned in and kissed you temple as a goodbye.

you blushed and looked up at him. as he walked away you waved at him, still a blushing mess.

𖥸 SIM JAKE 𖥸

you and jake were at the dorms hanging out in him room. you were just laying in each others presence.

he held you in his arms, you head under his chin. he had a soft look on his face as his heart swelled.

“y/n, babe?”

you turned around in his arms and faced him looking straight up.

“hmm…?”

he kissed your nose sweetly and gave you a big smile.

“you’re adorable”.

he giggled at your remark

☘︎ PARK SUNGHOON ☘︎

you were cooking a quick dinner for you and your boyfriend, sunghoon.

he was setting the table way to early but what can he say? he was bored without his baby hanging out with him.

he came up behind you and gave you back hug and a kiss on the temple. you giggled

“babyyy look meee. i need some love”

you finished what you were doing and turned around. he put is arms around you and his hands on the counter to trap you.

“you’re trapped. no getting away”.

“what if i do this?”

you cupped his face with both your hands and kissed his lips. he could feel his face heating up.

he put his hands on your hips and deepened the kiss.

꧁ KIM SUNOO ꧂

ahh laying in bed with you cute boyfriend. what a happy moment “but i don’t want tooooooooooooo. please y/nie don’t make meeeeeeeeeee!!”

your boyfriend asked you with a pout.

“no we have to go make breakfast sun. at least let me get up to bring you something.”

“NOOO YOU STAYING IS THE POINT!!!”

he whined loudly.

“shhhh sh sh!! baby your gonna wake the neighbors up!”.

he looked down, breaking eye contact.

you leaned down and kissed all over his face.

“no no no no!!! stop that tickles!!!!”

☼ NISHMURA NIKI☼

you and riki were hanging out in his dorms.

he lay in your lap scrolling though instagram, while you watched tiktok. you giggled at something you were watching. riki looked up at you but you didn’t notice.

“what are you laughing at?”

“nothing nothing. it’s nothing”.

he didn’t believe you. naturally.

“lemme seeeeeeeeee!!!”

he tried for a few more minutes to get you to show him until he decided to use force.

he pinned you down on the bed and grabbed you phone from your hands. he laid on you while looking at what you had just

as he watched the video, he realized what it was. it was a video of a girl pranking her boyfriend by saying she’s gonna break up with him.

“ WERE YOU GOING TO DO THIS TO ME Y/N!?!?!?!?!?!?!”.

“NONONO I WAS JUST WATCHING IT.”.

“THAN WHY DID YOU LAUGH?”

oh you were screwed today.

hiiii i hope you liked it!!! this was my first request so yea. thanks anon!! sorry about the gif. idk how to change it.

-haru🐥

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duckletranslations · 2 years

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Ariadne Ch 5 - Labyrinth of Questions 4

Season: Fall

HiMERU: The route that Amagi had not left a mark on… is this way.

—Hm. It looks like it will probably be worth it.

Take a look. In the middle of this open space lies the Golden Treasure Chest.

Niki: Oh, oh! That's a Golden Treasure Chest! It sure is shinier than I thought!

I’ll go ahead right now and win a deluxe prize!

Kohaku: Hold up. It might be a trap so if you get close too soon—

Niki: Euuuak!? A b-b-bunch of snakes are all coming out at my feet! Who did it, who let out all these snakes in a place like this?

Kohaku: What did I tell ya. It’s dangerous so why dontcha come back ‘ere, Niki-han?

Niki: Oh, no. No, Kohaku-chan. These snakes aren’t even vipers, so you think if we twist their necks we can eat ‘em? I say we kill two birds with one stone, getting rid of our snake and food problem.

Really, shouldn’t I be thanking the one who designed this labyrinth~? They even prepared supply points for us!

Kohaku: Uhh, what’s that mean?

Rinne: Gyahaha, he’s different from the guy who took off to Alaska to find food. I think if ya wander around the outskirts of the world for a while, the world’s food shortage problem can be solved?

Oi~ Mr. Producer Director, y’ saw that right? Just a suggestion, how do you feel about sendin’ this guy up there naked!

I think that would get a lot more deals than any program we can shoot in this country ♪

Niki: No. I’d like it if you wouldn’t arrange that without consulting me first! It seems like it would be fun in its own way, but I don’t wanna go hungry!

Kohaku: However. Even if we’re in the labyrinth like this, I reckon we won’t be gettin’ any deals at all.

We participants are kinda deadpan, so no matter what goes down, we’re not gonna have much of a reaction. It’d be nice if the “Golden Treasure Chest” challenge were fun at least.

Ibara: Oh, my my. Finally, it looks like you’ve escaped the first loop, gentlemen of Crazy:B!

There was so little movement happening that I was getting bored behind the monitor. By racking your brains, you have finally reached the Golden Treasure Chest!

HiMERU: You say you were bored? Showing the viewers an edited video later will do the job. But like you, Vice President, HiMERU was bored as well.

Having us go round and round in the same place, rather than a variety program it felt like exploring ruins?

Ibara: Fufufu. Although exploring unknown lands abroad is also interesting from a variety perspective.

In this day and age where compliance awareness is high, I’ve heard a lot of behind-the-scenes talk of many fine locations that don’t force talents to act.♪

Well, anyway. It seems dissatisfaction over this not-so-beautiful journey is accumulating, so I will now delicately explain.

The Golden Treasure Chest before your eyes is different from the regular “Red Treasure Chest,” only one person has the right to challenge the mission, the one who requested the prize it contains.

The prizes, as you might have guessed, were selected from a previous interview.

It would be much appreciated if you each remembered what you asked for.

And if you fail a mission, all members are set to receive a penalty!

How about that, with this, even you self-possessed Crazy:B members should have a little bit of the heart to try, right?

Kohaku: Hoh. For the sake of a prize, does one have to impose their will on a comrade? Does one choose their own desire, or the safety of their comrades.

Rinne: It’s the complete reverse, Kohaku-chan. Worker bees gotta risk bringing their grub back to their nests or lose it all. Obviously, we’re gonna bet on it!

That’s why the treasure chests’ good as ours!

Difficult mission! Challenger: Rinne Amagi

A game of dice left to the will of the heavens! Can you make the goddess of fate smile upon you and manifest 1 thrice!

Niki: 1 thrice… What’s that supposed to mean?

Kohaku: It’s the order of the numbers on the dice. It’s sayin’ roll three dice, and all of ‘em turn up “1”s.

Niki: If you say all “1s”..... So the probability of getting “1” is one out of six, right? And that has to come out three times in a row? That means the probability is….well I feel like it’s low!

HiMERU: To be specific, it is 1/6 cubed, which will be 1 out of 216.

Niki: In that case, if you throw the dice 100…no, 216 times, you’re saying it’ll happen just a single time!?

HiMERU: Strictly speaking, it may not even happen once. Although this goes against probability, the point stands that, to some extent, such an outcome is not bound to happen.

Honestly, if you attempt the challenge without any sort of preparation, HiMERU will inevitably face some penalty–even so Amagi, will you still try?

Rinne: You bet! If ya turn tail an’ run here, there’ll be no honor in victory! Even if the probability is super low, as long as it ain’t zero, a real man’ll take the challenge!

Ibara: Hahaha, so you’ve decided!

There is a drawer on the table where the treasure chest is placed, please use the dice contained inside. To ensure there is no cheating, do so in front of the camera installed on the wall.

Whether you cry or laugh, there is only one chance at the challenge! Display them conservatively and boldly, that is, those skills of yours!

Rinne: Okay, okay, finally we’re cookin’ with gas!

Seems I’ll be throwin’ the dice in this custom-made marble canister? Gyahaha, looks like I’mma have a blast testin’ my luck…☆

Niki: Umm… you’re kind of just raising the tension all on your own, but what kind of prize could it be that you want to get it so bad, Rinne-kun…?

The difficulty of the challenge surely has to be based on the quality of the prize. The fact that such a difficult challenge came out means—

Rinne: Sure. Well, it’s always better to dream big, yanno?

The thing I want, it’s ten million L$!

Niki: Ten, Ten millioooooon!?

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sen-no-kotowari · 3 years

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Saegusa Ibara FS Story Part 1

Feature Scout Story: The Attacks and Defenses of the Poisonous Snake (Part 1)

I can see the entrance perfectly, as I've predicted. Everything has been prepared, now all that’s left is to wait for Producer-dono, huh.

[Read on my site for a better viewing experience using Ois~su♪]

Season: Summer

Time: Sometime between 11AM to 12PM

Location: Hanging Garden

Ibara:(It was the right call to arrive early. It's still mid-morning so there's not a lot of people.

It’s the perfect time to act as I like without drawing attention. Now where should I hide… This spot here looks decent; the natural shade makes it inconspicuous. Binoculars, check...

I can see the entrance perfectly, as I've predicted. Everything has been prepared, now all that’s left is to wait for Producer-dono, huh.)

(Flashback to 1 hour ago)

Location:ES Hallway

Ibara: Hm? Producer-dono! Why hello, a pleasant morning to you! Salute~☆

You're as beautiful as ever today! As if you were a living work of art...♪

I'd like to know more about the secrets behind your beauty routine, but Producer-dono is an even busier person than I am.

That’s why I will spare you the idle talk and be on my way....Hmm? What seems to be the matter?

You want to talk with me later, you say... Not through email, but face-to-face, am I correct?

Please hold on for a minute. (He checks his smartphone)

...If it's between 11 AM and 12 PM, I can make some time to meet with you, how about it?

Okay. As for the meet-up place... “Is the “hanging garden” alright?” Sure, I don't mind at all!

Whether it be on the roof of the ES building or on the emergency staircase, I’d gladly rush to your aid if you so desired!

Well then, see you later...♪

(Present Time)

Location:Hanging Garden

Ibara:(I wonder what she wants to talk about. Is she going to encourage, or perhaps scold me… As far as I recall, I haven't made any major moves lately.

Also, for some reason she set the “hanging garden” as the meeting place. If we're just meeting-up, shouldn't within the agency be fine...?

Her not contacting me in advance is also worrying me. It’s a good thing that we happened to pass by each other, but what would she have done if we hadn’t? It’s unusual for her, but maybe she is planning something?

Reading her line of thought sure is difficult. However, I'm not so foolish as to rush in recklessly. Whatever it is you plan to do, I'll be taking my sweet time observing you.

I can easily identify the people who enter and exit from here.

Alright, Producer-dono, whenever you’re ready...♪)

Ibara:…Hm, who is it? Who could be knocking on my door right now? I'm busy right now, so could you come back later?

Wait, this voice is…..

Producer-dono!? S-since when were you behind me!?

Ibara:(“I finished sooner than expected so I came here early.”...To think that I of all people would be so preoccupied lying in wait that I didn’t notice her..

When I was younger, I underwent some training at the private military base, but to think I still got ambushed... Does she specialize in espionage activities, I wonder...?

This is truly fascinating, but let's just leave it as that...)

Ibara:...We can reschedule it if I'm busy right now? Oh, no need to be considerate.

I also finished work earlier than expected, so I was birdwatching for a change of pace.

I just happened to see an unusual bird, so I was a bit preoccupied and the words “I'm busy” slipped out. Ahh, I am truly sorry about that!

More importantly, Producer-dono, what is this business you have with me?

“Exclusive Costume?” Why yes, I know about it!

Each idol of every agency is getting a unique costume prepared. It's one of the projects the agencies have agreed on, if I'm not mistaken!

So it is my turn now? I see.

But why use the hanging garden as the meeting place? We can talk about this anywhere.

“The weather seems good today... And it's situated in the center of the buildings so it's easier to meet-up”, huh.

Ah, what a heartfelt answer! I am unfamiliar with these kinds of things, so I didn't expect this at all!

Speaking of the unexpected, Producer-dono, back at Yumenosaki Academy, before you transferred to ES, you’ve been making costumes by hand, correct?

Normally, producers don't take the time to prepare such things.

Despite being busy, you still found the time to put love into every stitch. Any idol who received such a costume filled with love is truly blessed.

Oh goodness, I absolutely couldn’t do those kinds of things, even if I sometimes do work as a producer! As expected from the competent Producer-dono!

You don’t happen to plan to make this outfit for me, do you? ...Hmm, so you are planning to, then...

You want to know what kind of design I’d like? Let's see...

Let me ask you; what kind of design do you think would suit me?

I'd like to hear what kind of image you have of “Saegusa Ibara”!

...What seems to be the matter? You'd like some time to think about it?

I apologize for putting you on the spot like that! Of course you can't give an immediate answer, considering we both aren't that familiar with one another.

I imagine it must be difficult to do public hearings and meetings if I was the one asking questions.

It's truly awe-inspiring for a busy person such as yourself to do such menial things! While I do feel indebted, please allow me to prepare my own “exclusive costume”!

Of course, since I’ve decided this all by myself, I will make it look as if you were the one who made it, so please rest assured.

Ah, I don't mean to take away your job from you—

what I meant is I'd prefer you to focus on more important jobs than creating my costume.

Hmm.... You'll think about it, so you’d like me to wait until tomorrow?

Aye aye ♪ Why, of course! If it's what you wish, I will always wait for you!

[AnSuta☆]

Writer: Yuumasu (ゆーます) JP Proofing: Remy

#enstars #saegusa ibara

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TO WHICH THE HELL I SUFFER SEEMS A HEAVEN | Trial 4 Execution

The arms drag Cyril farther. Closer. He's lifted into the air, shown off like a horrible prize that's been won. All that fighting, for nothing. Before he can utter another word, Cyril is dragged into the center, to his demise.

Sentinel twitches as she cheers on Autopilot.

"Good thing you came to your senses, you rust bucket! Now let's finish this, he's lived long enough!"

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The screen crackles to life with the image of a garden. Climbing vines snake their way up tree trunks, and bright flowers dot the foliage. By all accounts, it looks idyllic. So as Cyril finds himself in the midst of it all, he can’t help the slightly confused expression that crosses his face. This wasn’t what he’d expected. This wasn’t where he’d thought that he’d die. He glances around, eyes narrowed for some sort of trick. There had to be some catch that would pull him down into a bottomless pit. That felt more fitting. But as he looks, his eyes linger something familiar

Wolfsbane. The purple blooms sprout up from the earth just beside his shoes, and suddenly, Cyril doesn’t feel so out of place. It only takes a single gram of the raw plant to be lethal. Less if processed. He considers it quietly, and then leans down to pick a stem for himself, idly twirling it between his fingers as he takes in his larger surroundings.

It’s still oddly peaceful. Nothing is coming to chase him. Nothing to rush him to a quick and painless death. Of course he didn’t deserve that sort of luxury. There’s nowhere else to go but a small dirt path, leading through the dense foliage. So he follows it.

He comes across more familiar faces of a sort as he goes. They dot the path he walks, and Cyril notes each one. Tiny white clusters of hemlock, fatal with just a few fresh leaves. The pink oleander blossoms, toxic in their entirety, leaves, stems, and all. Stalks of deadly nightshade, whose toxins are most concentrated in their roots, despite most of the deaths they cause coming from the berries.

It's certainly not stopping to smell the roses, but Cyril takes his time, quietly admiring them all before picking just a little for himself, adding them to his collection. It’d be funny, wouldn’t it. To make his own funeral bouquet. He thinks so. Nothing else would suit him quite as well, anyway. He carries more and more poison with each new addition, slowly accumulating a deadly but beautiful bunch, and finally, he reaches the end of the path.

Dense foliage opens to a central clearing with a single tree in its center, and a single apple hanging from its branches. Cyril can’t help but sigh, eyes casting skyward.

“Really. Are you going to send out a snake, too. Is that the big fucking joke.” He’s not speaking to anyone in particular, but snorts quietly to himself a moment later, like he’d just gotten the punchline. There was already a snake here, wasn’t there. He ought to play his part, then. Shouldn’t he. Cyril approaches the tree, reaching up to pluck the fruit from its branch without a second thought.

He tosses it idly in his free hand, the other still holding his makeshift bouquet as he walks in lazy circles around the clearing. There was no way that this apple wasn’t just as poisonous as the rest of this garden. He didn’t really have to think too hard about it. But walking had always helped to clear his head, and there was no rushing here. It was peaceful. It was far too beautiful a place for him to die. Cyril looks thoughtfully down at the apple, coming to a slow stop in front of the tree once again.

He’d always been careful with what he ate, paranoid even. Dishes were always washed before use. Nothing prepared out of his sight was eaten unless someone else tried it first. Packaged foods, and sealed bottles of water were determined to be low risk. But never no risk.

And now that he was here, faced with something he knows is poison, Cyril can’t help but think what a waste of time it had all been, being careful. All of that trouble, and here he was expected to do it himself, anyway. They couldn’t force him to eat it. But they likely knew that they wouldn’t have to.

Cyril already knew how this would end. He’s always known.

(cw: worms, just skip to the next bit of dialogue)

He bites into the apple—and then immediately spits it out. The chunk of fruit on the ground wriggles—no, the worms inside it were wriggling, writhing in various pieces. Cyril looks at the apple in his hand as his stomach twists. It’s rotten through to the core, and riddled with the missing halves of the worms on the ground.

As if that wasn’t enough to make him feel sick, spitting it out didn’t make a difference. He blinks as the fruit in his hand doubles, triples, and settles back into a singular object once again.

“Ha…” There’s a shaky laugh as Cyril feels his skin begin to burn, but only for a moment. It freezes in cold dread as a familiar voice sounds behind him.

“Really, he couldn’t even manage to die properly, could he? And after all of that wasted effort we put in. How thoughtless.”

Cyril whirls around, face filled with fear as he stares back at the image of his mother. He’d been seeing things all week. He knew it wasn’t real. He knew she wasn’t there, but he could feel his throat tighten all the same. He glances down at the apple again as the hallucination begins to approach him.

“Yes, well, he always excelled at disappointing us, hm? I’m sure we can make something work.” His step-father’s voice comes from over his shoulder and Cyril again turns, features twisted in terror. There’s a parent—a hallucination—on either side, steadily closing the distance between them. They look just as real as any of the plants here. Just as poisonous.

Cyril takes several hasty steps backwards until he trips over something in the grass, falling down beside it. The apple rolls from his hand and settles beneath the tree it came from. He looks over towards it before turning to see what he’d tripped over. He’s met with his own face staring back at him. Pale. Cold. Utterly lifeless.

A choked gasp of horror sticks in his throat, burning. It felt like it was burning. He scrambles backwards, but the corpse has already vanished the moment he’d looked away. It’s only himself, now. He wouldn’t look all that different anyway, soon enough. Growing panic wells in his chest, but it doesn’t feel quite right. Was it always this sharp? Cyril forces himself to take a deep breath, momentarily lightheaded from the stabbing pain that attempt costs him. He tries to pick himself up and immediately collapses back onto one knee as his leg crumples beneath him, completely numb.

His parents continue their approach, coming to a stop in front of where he now sits on the ground, wracked with the pain of a dying body. His mother stares down at him with the same cold, piercing stare he’d inherited himself. Unfeeling. Unimpressed. Maybe she only saw the corpse he’d be. Maybe she only saw the failed investment he’d always been.

“Such a waste. I told you we should have finished it the first time, didn’t I, dear? Save ourselves from further disappointment.” She sighs, leaning down to grasp Cyril’s face by the chin, and her touch burns as she turns his face side to side as though assessing its value. Whatever’s left of it, at least. “What shall we do with you, darling? Another charitable foundation would just be tacky. You’d likely be forgotten within the month, anyway. Shame.”

She drops her hold with a disinterested click of her tongue, and Cyril collapses back to the ground, unable to get back up again. His legs are useless. His fingers are beginning to burn into nothingness. Quietly, frantically, he assesses just how quickly his body is shutting down. He knows how these things progress. Soon enough his lungs would fail. He’d suffocate if he was lucky. If he wasn’t, he’d have to wait, caught between living and dying, until his heart stopped.

He’d never put much faith in his luck.

With gritted teeth, Cyril drags himself across the ground, somehow still clinging to the flowers in one hand as his fingers on the other claw at the dirt. It’s not out of determination. He simply can’t open that hand anymore. Cyril pulls himself beneath the apple tree and, with a grunt of pain, he pushes himself up against its trunk, leaning against it to catch his breath. Every inhale burns, and the numbness of his limbs is a mercy in comparison.

This was always the part he’d disliked most. The waiting. The dread of knowing what was coming and being unable to do anything about it.

“You’re not going to do anything? To say anything?”

Immediately, Cyril feels his labored breathing is cut short in a pained wheeze. His vision has already begun to waver, but the memory plays out in front of him like a performance he hadn’t asked for. It was a conversation he’d played in his head a thousand times. What was one more?

“They’re breaking the law! Look, look at all of this! They’re taking advantage of people—hurting people! Doesn’t that matter?” Eden is pleading with him in his living room, a stack of financial records clutched in his hands as he tries to shove them in Cyril’s face. Cyril simply pushes them away with a sigh.

“They’re doing business, Eden. That’s how it works.” There’s already an edge of annoyance to his voice. It had been a long day. All he’d wanted to do was unwind with a glass of whiskey in peace and quiet—two things that Eden had never quite fully understood.

“That’s not how it’s supposed to—how can you say that? They poisoned you! I have the proof, I have the papers! They tried to kill you and you still won’t—”

“I never asked you to look into that.” Cyril snaps, but he doesn’t mean it. He can’t mean it.

“You didn’t have to! I needed to know, Ceecee, you needed to kn—” Eden cuts off mid-word as a horrible realization settles over him, eyes burning with every bit of fire that Cyril’s lacked. “You already knew. All this fucking time and you knew, didn’t you?”

“I guessed it. Didn’t know for sure.” There’s just a hint of guilt in his tone as he glances away.

“Then why didn’t you say something? Tell someone! Go back to the authorities and tell them!”

Cyril sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. It wasn’t that he’d never thought of contacting the authorities. It was that he knew they’d been bought once already, and they’d simply be bought a second time. Explaining that to Eden was another problem—one he simply doesn’t have the energy to deal with. He gives his younger brother a tired look. The sort of look that clearly says this conversation is over.

Eden’s face, always overflowing with whatever feeling he has in the moment, turns to frustration. It’s a familiar stubbornness that Cyril knows better than to try and talk him out of. Eden shoves the stack of papers into Cyril’s chest and glares at him, eyes tinged with hurt. With disappointment.

“Y’know what? Fine! If you’re not going to do anything, I’ll just—I’ll do it myself!”

The imaginary door slams behind Eden, and the hallucination vanishes. So had Eden, the following day. Cyril had replayed it in his mind, over and over and over again following the disappearance. How many times had he thought of something else he should’ve said? How many times had he wished he’d blocked the door, or warned him, or at least gone after him? How many different ways could he blame himself for failing to keep Eden safe?

“So? Are you going to say anything?”

The real Cyril, the dying Cyril, feels his breath catch, and this time it grows into a choking, sputtering cough. He feels something wet and warm on his lips as he forces himself to look over to one side, though his movements are stiff, his muscles seizing up. A familiar head of messy blond hair sits just in the corner of his vision, leaning back against the same tree trunk. Cyril sighs through collapsing lungs.

“You’re not real.” He’d been haunted by his little brother for days as Eden followed him around like a mocking shadow. As though he was really there. As though nothing had ever gone wrong. Time and time again Cyril had reminded himself it wasn’t real. Time and time again the hallucination had insisted that he was. But this time was different. This Eden simply shakes his head in response, leaning around the tree trunk to look at Cyril with a slightly sheepish grin.

“No, I’m not. It’s kind of neat though, isn’t it? When you think about it?” Eden scrambles around in front of his brother in a rush of excitement. Cyril feels his lungs begin to give up. “Like, ok, I might not be real, but you wanted to see me again! You must’ve missed me! I bet you did, huh?”

The light, teasing tone is met with silence. How is he supposed to answer that, now that his breath is all but spent? It’s cruel that it’s offered to him here, at the end, but Cyril knows that he would have been unable to answer regardless. He’d never have found the words. He can’t even nod, though his vision blurs before his eyes.

“Ah… would you like to go now?” Eden asks it gently, holding out a hand that Cyril cannot take. It hovers in front of him, a heart-wrenching reminder of everything he cannot have. All that he wants to do is reach out. Hold it. Refuse to let it go ever again. But it's far too late for that.

Much like a broken, discarded puppet, his strings have all been cut. Maybe that’s a good thing, Cyril thinks to himself as the world begins to grow dark. Maybe, even as his body shuts down, at least it is finally his own. No expectations. No chance of disappointing anyone. No need to be anything at all.

With the last few beats of his heart and a strangled attempt at a sigh of relief, there’s a slight curl at the corners of Cyril’s lips. A rare smile. It’s a small expression, and it sits slightly crooked on his face, frozen there in time beneath the dappled sunlight that filters through the leaves above. He could be sleeping, if it weren’t for the blood on his lips. He could have been happy.

Of course, the screen shows none of this to any of you. By all accounts, it’s a boring execution. Slow. Agonizing. Brutal towards the very end. You watch Cyril walk, and fall, and drag himself over to the tree. You watch him struggle to breathe as death closes in, finally satisfied that it’s drawn this out for long enough. You watch him mumble to someone that simply isn’t there.

But the best you can hope for is half of the story—unfinished sentences and unanswered questions from a delirious, soon-to-be corpse.

The rest all died with Cyril.

#trial 4 #execution #chapter 4 #cyril #ch 4

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inkybloom-luv · 9 months

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Words Unsaid 7, empress's new robes

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Hiiii everyone!! This episode is a little different than usual since it's not fully Jinkies centered,, but! There needs to be plot and there needs to be a healthy ratio from Jinkies to their own lives to make it work!! I promise the next one will be much more jinkies centered tho!!

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 8

1.3+ k words

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Breakfast in Scarabia that morning ranged from traditional foods of Arabic and Indian origin as well as other requested dishes, that had been asked for by several students in the dorm. Of course there were the usual breakfast items as well for those who liked cornflakes and the like for breakfast, a few fruits too. Scarabia was incredibly lucky to have Jamil as well as the few helpers that were there. Jamil did most of the prep work this morning with Inky, a few other students had joined them later, helping them in the kitchen.

It was nice to have the help but Jamil liked the quiet of that morning before the other students showed up. By now he'd woken up Kalim too so that he wasn't missing breakfast. Scarabia's dining hall was, at least, still clean and the lounge, where the party had been, wasn't too bad for once. It seems like kalim had gotten help and tidied up a little after the party with a few others. It was the least he could do, he knew Jamil was taking a break and perhaps asleep and that the prefect Inky was with him.

For now however they all ate together, talked and made plans, just enjoyed each other's company in the morning while the magical storm raged outside on nightraven's campus. It was strange how different the weather was but it was a nice change to always being cold. That's what Inky thought at least. Her room at home was always nice and warm, but she was always lonely there. Here she wasn't. She had good friends here and Jamil was here too. Good god she knew how smitten she was over Jamil. She'd really been charmed by the snake and didn't care to do anything about it.

Over breakfast it was Jamil that sat across from her, next to Kalim who sat at the table head. Inky was sitting on Kalim's other side, grim having been squeezed in between her and another student. And right then Jamil was stealing glances at her. How could he not? There was just something about her in his jersey. Though it didn't take long for the dorm leader to speak up though.

"Hey Inky, no offense but I noticed your clothes seem really beat up these days.. do you have any nicer clothes? If not we could go and have some nice ones made!" He offered, which actually would be pretty.. pretty great, but Inky still shook her head.

"I couldn't afford that, I've been living off a few thrifted clothes Sam had so they're not gonna be the nicest.. no offence taken though, I get what you mean."

"Did I say you'd be paying? I thought I could get you some nice clothes since you've been doing so much for the school and I think it's more than unfair you don't get recognised for that..!"

Kalim laughed slightly and smiled at her, which made Inky gawk a little.

"I won't say no to gifts but I'll feel like I need to give something back.. so maybe let's not make it too extravagant" Inky said, agreeing but asking for only sensible amounts of money spent.. because she really did feel like she had to give something back if Kalim went through with that idea but something that she also thought, yet didn't say, was that she felt expensive things would be a waste on her.

After calling ahead at home for a car, or rather a limousine, which was standard for kalim, and informing the headmage that they would be using the mirror to take an impromptu trip to the scalding sands. Inky had also changed into some simple jeans and a t-shirt by that point, using a hair clip that had been a gift from Ace and Deuce to put back their curly hair. When they arrived it was already quite hot and Inky was happy for the well working AC in the car, even though the t-shirt did help.

A little drive through the city with a pair of cheap headphones in one ear later and they had arrived at a tailor's, though they also had ready made clothing as well there.

The music Inky was playing during the ride was playing from an old music gadget, a Hamelin-piper which was similar to an iPod from back home, that saved music via something like a USB cable. It was a bit girlish and had the name Gertrude in its casing, it had been the little gadget's nickname apparently. That was from Cater, who had found it but had no real need for it anymore since he had a phone and better tastes nowadays. She was glad he was willing to give it to her even if she had to get used to the music, not that it was a weird genre to her though.

Back to the topic, the Tailor that Inky had been semi dragged into by Kalim and that Jamil followed them both into was quite high end, so a little overwhelming in the first moments. Kalim asked Jamil to step out and talk to one of the people in charge about readying a consultation for custom garments as well as picking out some nice fabrics, since Jamil did have quite good taste. You know, to get him out of the room so that Inky and Kalim could pick outfits and surprise Jamil when the occasion came to wear them. Smart move there, bud.

So he asked for Inky's preferences, so she would feel comfortable in the clothes he suggested. Now, he was not Vil, but he did know his way around the store and even enlisted an employee to help pick things out. Inky picked things out too. Of course she wasn't actually planning to ask Kalim to buy all of those, that would be crazy and she'd feel bad because of the sheer amount of money. But they did get outfits that were quite nice, you know, a skirt or two, some shirts, a good sweatshirt, and a thin jacket, a couple of pairs of shorts, about three.. oh and a hoodie. Inky actually asked for a hoodie since she felt they were comfortable. As well as a singular outfit set consisting of a dark blue cropped wrap top with bishop sleeves and a maxi skirt she could wear at both hip height and at her natural waist, both had small white and sometimes tiny yellow flowers all over it. It was clear that Inky really liked the way it looked, it seemed to be a favourite. But that was all she'd pick and she was sure it was all kalim was going to be allowed to pay for, by her own standards.

Due to that she was surprised when Kalim nudged her towards a fitting room. She needed.. a dorm uniform! Grim had mentioned that Inky admired the other dorm's uniforms, Scarabia included, when she first saw them and Kalim decided that Inky deserved one! Because Grim also let slip that the prefect felt sort of left out, without that special uniform. So after a lot of measuring, talking about preferences and finally choosing fabrics, the seamstress said she'd be in touch, especially with designs and suggestions she would personally have.

After they were done and outside Kalim looked at his phone and waved Jamil down. Apparently his parents wanted to talk to Kalim, so how about they go back to the Al Asim estate and Jamil could show Inky around the park at the front? Surely the animals would be a lovely sight and Jamil was so knowledgeable about them and the two would have fun together! Inky agreed, on the condition that Jamil also had to wholeheartedly agree and want to show her around. Surprisingly, Jamil did agree to do that, show her around and spend time with her. The ride to Kalim's family's home was quiet and nice. Kalim and Inky shared the headphones this time, because kalim was curious what Inky listened to on her little 'Gertrude', other than that everything seemed normal until they halted.

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@dove-da-birb

@krenenbaker

@escaaaaaanyeh

@azulashengrottospiano

@leonistic

@cy-inky

@az-flaming-sword

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