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Royalty send their kids to Aflea under the assumption that they will get good magic education while also teaching their kids how to be future rulers, completely unaware that all the staff are fucking cartoon characters who choose chaos every time.
#Palladium is brewing illegal poisons in his potions lab#Wizgiz just stole a tree bc he thought it would look nice in the dining hall#Griselda is comically annoyed all the time and carries a clipboard that she will periodically scribble notes down on which scares everyone#Faragonda is faragonda we all know that bitch keeps secrets for fun and probably pops up out of nowhere#DuFour probably has half the library in her classroom and spends most of class talking about nothing of relevance#winx#winx club#winx alfea#winx faragonda#winx palladium#winx wizgiz#winx griselda#this is canon btw. not a rewrite thing#.they all did this anyway the writers just never mentioned it#trust me
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divus crewel x reader (headcanons/fic)
pairing: Pomefiore housewarden! crewel x vice-housewarden! reader (gn! reader, reader is not yuu)
content: rivals to lovers, fluff
word count: ~1800
With eyes on the position of housewarden, you and Crewel are locked in a rivalry. Headcanons for your ever-changing relationship during the academic year.
It was preposterous. You didn’t want to accept this loss. The poison that Crewel brewed was barely any better than yours. When the headmage announced the winner of the competition, and consequently the unchanging Pomefiore housewarden, you wanted to protest. You held back any remarks, forced a smile, and shook his hand.
(Deep inside, you knew, Crewel did deserve the win. He was just slightly more precise. You were watching him the whole time- His intuition of when to add each ingredient was sharp and his assessment of his potion’s potency was better than yours. You’d rather drink your own potion and his than let him know, though.)
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With no time to recover from your loss, Crewel had already approached you again, insisting to talk. You reluctantly agree. He’s a third-year-- not a good idea if you were to get on his bad side now.
He appointed you as vice-housewarden, to your great dismay. It felt insulting -- if this position wasn’t earned by your own skill, did it really mean anything? It was gifted to you by your rival, no less!
“It’s because of your talent in potionology, and you're only in your second year,” Crewel had said, with that annoying smirk of his. “I couldn’t see anyone else more fitting to lead Pomefiore with me.” You knew he was lying. The closer you were to him the more he was able to monitor you. He’s pulling at strings so you won’t beat him to Housewarden.
You smile, feigning cooperation. Two can play this game. The closer you were to him the easier it is to find his weakness - unravel the threads of his character - break him down.
“It would be a great honor to serve as your vice-house warden,” you bite back. The smile that played on your lips was no more than a friendly forefront, and you knew he knows that too.
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From an outsider’s perspective, the two Pomefiore housewardens get along well enough. As expected, you both represent Pomefiore’s in-campus events and student meetings. There was enough cooperation in keeping your dorm’s reputation in check.
If one were to look a bit closer, one might notice the hostile attitude that seeped through both of your interactions.
An unnecessary remark here and there-- “Rewrite this proposal form- your wording is nothing but confusing”, “you’re uniform is crooked, and you call yourself the housewarden?” -- done for the sole reason of riling each other up.
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It’s another story within the walls of the Pomefiore residence, though. The other students are no strangers to their housewardens’ bickering.
“We are not calling the headmage back to supervise another duel this month,” Crewel would tell you after your persistent nagging. He smiles snarkily, closing the distance between you both - faced merely inched away from each other.
“And, is another duel really worth it when you’ve barely improved? The results won’t change~”. You watch him walk away, his robe swaying. “Don’t forget about the meeting tomorrow, pup,” he calls back to you, not turning around.
Pup? What does that even mean? You’re Irritated, yet you leave it at that.
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As the semester goes on, you both butt heads less. Not that you’ve given up on taking Crewel down, no. School works just sometimes gets in the way.
Sometimes you’d be in the Pomefiore labs, practicing some recipes when you get unwanted company.
“The recipes call for crushed dawn-weeds, and those are not crushed enough.” You flinch, almost dropping your mortar, whipping your head around to see Crewel watching you with his arm crossed.
“And your cauldron is not hot enough,” he continues, walking over to observe your concoction a bit closer—his shoulder brushes against yours.
You huff, really not wanting to deal with this right now. “What, miss me so much you’ve come after me, Crewel?”
“Just checking to see if you’ve given up on being Housewarden or not,” Crewel responds. “Add the dawn-weed now, it’s at boiling level.”
You oblige. If he’s going to start tutoring you now you’ll make sure he regrets it in the end when you take his position away from him.
(The potion ended up being perfect according to your potionology professor. You reluctantly take the compliment and burn Crewel’s advice into your brain for later.)
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You started seeing Crewel more often whenever you are in the lab. Sometimes he’s there to work, other times he seemed to have come just to debate with you. Today, he was working on an assignment. You’ve both fallen into a rhythm - moving around the room quietly, minding your own business.
“Do you have the cherry seeds?” You hear Crewel call from his side of the room. You hum in acknowledgment, going back to your work. Footsteps echoing in the distance let you know he was heading over.
He’s suddenly leaning over your shoulder, his face so close to your own-- you can smell the cologne he’s wearing. It’s musty, yet sweet… there are too many notes you couldn’t describe. He picks up the vial of cherry seeds in front of you and as he pulls back, you made eye contact. Ah, shit- was it that obvious you were staring?
As he’s heading back to his workstation, you wonder to yourself why your cheeks were so warm. He’s just an acquaintance- no- a rival… right? Why is your heart beating faster than usual?
(You shake off the feeling, getting back to your work. Still distracted, you accidentally spilled the concoction you had made.)
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Yet another duel passes… and you lost. Again. Not that this was new, but something deep in your heart is beating you up over this loss particularly. Why weren’t you improving? More than half the school year has gone by now.
It was late at night, and you were cooped up in the lab. The poison you had made… where did it go wrong this time? Did you let it boil too long? Did that denature the enzymes so the reaction failed? Or did you--
“Are you here, pup?”. Ah, that voice. You would rather not talk now, thank you.
“Crewel, I’d really rather not deal with you now,” You mumble. The hostility in your voice was lost long ago, Fatigue setting in.
“The headmage wanted to see us housewardens before classes tomorrow. You should be in bed… Or are you going to sit and wallow in your loss like this?” He asks. Ouch. He knew exactly what you were thinking.
As much as his comment hits you, it also snapped you out of your slump. “Like hell I am,” you say, pushing yourself up from the desk. Crewel’s right, there are things to do rather than regret something that already passed.
When you pass him on the way out, he gives your hair a quick ruffle. “You are improving, you know? It’s getting harder and harder each time to come up with recipes to beat you.” You feel his hand linger for a while before he lets go. You fall in step with each other, before splitting off into your own rooms, both sharing a word of ‘good night’’.
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Sometimes you wonder if the events from that night did happen. It must have, though. Your relationship with Crewel had changed- you can tell. There’s much less bitterness, and in a way, you feel as though you understand him a bit better. You hope he thinks the same about you, too.
Crewel would show up less to the labs, but there wasn’t anything strange about that. The third-years had both exams and internships to prepare for. When he does show up, however, he spends much more time with you- hanging around your workstation, offering a comment or tip, and sometimes going out of his way to give you his own notes.
You’ve decided now. On the final week of the NRC term, you’ll ask for one more duel. A final one to close out your year with Crewel. And this time you will win. Crewel accepts your challenge as soon as he hears of it.
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Get the water to a boil, then add the crushed-dawn weeds. Mix until the liquid is opaque. Add the cherry seeds between stirs. Then lower the heat. The recipe you’ve practiced and practiced was carried out with absolute precision-- your hours in the lab finally coming to fruition. You glance over to Crewel, who was also wrapping up his brew.
With both your works presented to the headmage for assessment, you can wait impatiently for the results.
When the headmage calls your name as the winner, it snaps you out of your spiraling thoughts. Wait, did actually say your name just now?
You turn to Crewel, and he nods, offering a celebratory applause before holding his hand out. You take it, suddenly pulling into a hug. There’s a strangled yell from Crewel when you wrap your arms around his, but you feel him hugging you back shortly.
“Congratulations, my dear vice-housewarden,” He says only for you to hear. “Or should I say my housewarden?”.
(Breaking from the hug, you regain your composure. The adrenaline from your win buries the feeling of embarrassment from hugging him. It comes back to bite later on).
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“What are you planning on doing for your fourth year?”. Standing on the balconies of the dorm, Crewel is next to you, resting his weight on the concrete railing. He shrugs, eyes lingering on the evening sun that marked the last day of your school year.
“I’ve been scouted by some companies as a fashion designer,” He says. You laugh.
“And here I thought you’d go be a teacher or something- after all those times with you in the labs where’d you drill recipes into my head. Well, maybe that’s for the better. I don’t want you bullying the kids.”
Crewel chuckles. “Training the next generation’s puppies, huh? I’ll take that into consideration”. You feel the weight shift next to you as Crewel turns to face you. Something heavy falls upon your head, and you move your hand to touch it. It was smooth and solid-- your fingers brush over the crevices and engraved details. Could this be?
“The housewarden’s crown,” Crewel answers for you, adjusting it on your head. When he was done, he steps back. A small smile graces his face as your eyes met his. “Take care of this for me, will you? You deserve it.”
“With my pleasure,” you respond, smiling back. This time, Crewel is the one who pulls you into an embrace. You take the time to cherish it-- your interactions, your bickering… the connection you’ve built with him. It will be hard imagining next year with him, but that’s a problem for later. For now, theres only you, and him.
this was going to be short, but then I kept writing more :,) I was struggling to end this somewhere, hopefully it makes sense ^^
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Best Fragrantica reviews of (some of) my favorite perfumes, Part II
First installment here
Maison Martin Margiela By the Fireplace
Careful not to be worn by this perfume instead of being you the wearer. Not that it is oh so powerful, but it may be too bold of a statement piece for, ahem, some. Wearing BTF when you don't look the part and don't give it sense will have you smelling borderline unhealthy. Like your organs inside have worn off and darkened (and burned out, I guess). Truly as weird as it sounds.
The raw thing smells very exciting. I love it ashy. I don't see myself daring any soon, however. And I don't find that it worked for the men I know either, as they have (and I cringe to say) whiter auras and don't fit the "handling cognac by the fire" thing. So I've yet to see it really work, which I'm sure will be great. It's a lovely perfume.
Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab Bewitched
This is the smell of a witch's brew. She made a special tea for you to drink. You pass out. When you awaken you find yourself in her garden full of poisonous berries, patchouli, weeds, clary sage, and flowers whose petals have been plucked. This is an herbal scent, like walking inside a shop selling only herbs. It's medicinal and like a tea. Not always easy to take in...The smell of sage and musk give it a unisex/masculine quality. I would say that it's more of a guy's type of cologne than a woman's. I would wear it for Halloween with a witch costume or as Morticia Addams. It's really a very engaging scent but it's linear and simple. It's a little green tea and berry. It's got a bite but it's witchy and dark, but not a strong cologne either. For a niche indie frag, not bad.
TokyoMilk Gin & Rosewater
I was in a boutique that carries the Tokyo Milk Curiosite & Bon Bon lines, and I was entranced by this. Florals are not usually my thing, by the way, because I get monster headaches from most of them.
Suddenly the salesgirl is RIGHT NEXT TO ME leaning in conspiratorially and says in an awed tone that 'Blake Lively LOVES this one'. OMFG, Blake Lively, you say??!? Like for serious, the real Blake Lively?? OMFG, do you have like, more in the back?!? I'm totally going to buy every bottle you can shove in my basket because BLAKE LIVELY would hang out with me if we ran into each other and then my life could end.
Um, not. I almost DIDN'T buy it because of the salesgirls then going into a tizzy about how amazing Blake is. I could not care less, although I'm sure Lively is nice enough. But it did smell cool, so home with me it came, along with the matching lotion.
Serge Lutens La Fille de Berlin
It’s an overwhelming fragrance that smells like the bottom of my grandma’s small square leather purse when we went to mass (her old dried up lipstick💄 the powder compact, the newspaper, the pack of strawberry-ish scented kleenex, the peppermints). It’s vintage, it’s a bit suffocating and I have it printed in my memory 4 ever.
Juliette Has a Gun Magnolia Bliss
Anastasia Steele, no longer a virgin. In her Audi A3, the smell of her new car, first edition books and a new life... That's what comes into mind with this perfume. The night Christian took her for the first time on his helicopter. I can imagine this is exactly what she smelled like that night. With Ellie Goulding's Love me like you do playing in the background.
Maison Francis Kurkdjian Baccarat Rouge 540
I’m too embarrassed and ashamed to wear this in public just in case a fragrantica influencer comes out of a bush and starts pointing & laughing at me in front of everyone
Tom Ford Tobacco Vanille
what all the hot daddies in every lana del rey song smell like
Jo Malone Velvet Rose & Oud
If your family was religious, traditionally Asian, or both, you'll know this scent. This is the scent of a temple. This is the scent of an altar. Personally I can never wear this because smelling this brings back so many memories of burning incenses, visiting funerals, and saying prayers and wishes. My bottle is literally sitting on an altar.
Perfumer's Workshop Tea Rose
Speaking of the devil.
This scent is the one with the Prada's shoes.
4160 Tuesdays Doe in the Snow
This is borne on a Christmas Eve, under the moonlight, a baby fawn just out of it's mother's womb. The moon is full light casting blue shadows snow lightly falling delicate flakes each one unique on the nose of the new born...
Pure fresh Christmas morning air stillness not a sound blanketed with drifts of snow that is Doe In The Snow... pure white innocence...velvet petals so delicate under the driven snow...I have seen this in a dream...
Another love...
I get it...
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Hybrid Class Review: Investigator part 2
(art by Nezart on DeviantArt)
Utility and Builds
Now with the preamble out of the way, let’s get into the meat of what makes the investigator tick.
At their core, the investigator gets proficiency with light armor, simple weapons, and a collection of thematically-appropriate weapons revolving around more subtle and dexterous weaponry. They also get a nice selection of class skills and a heaping helping of ranks to put into them, making them a very skill-focused class to begin with.
They also start out learning alchemy the same way alchemists do, able to use it to identify potions and elixers, as well as brew extracts, though they do not gain bombs or mutagens. They use the same spell list as alchemists, though obviously the bomb admixture extracts won’t work for them normally since they don’t gain bombs.
Honestly, I dislike the addition of alchemy to the base investigator, as it seems a little too out of place and/or too much a reference to Sherlock Holmes’ drug habit, but maybe that’s me seeing things that aren’t there.
The biggest mechanic, however, that the investigator is known for is their pool of inspiration. This pool allows them to add an extra d6 to skill checks. They can do this with any skill, though they can do it for free with knowledge skills and linguistics as long as they’ve trained in them. Additionally, they can spend double the points to use them with attacks and saves as well.
Their keen perception also gives them the roguish ability to notice traps with ease and disable even the magical ones.
They also study lots of lore on poisons, not only being able to handle and utilize them safely, but able to identify them with ease and even neutralize them.
That practice comes with a lot of errors and tests in the lab, and as a result, much like alchemists, they develop increasing resistance to poison, and even immunity later on.
Much like alchemist discoveries and rogue talents, investigators get their own supply of talents. These talents range from adding nasty extra effects to their studied strike (more on that in a moment), adding a limited list of alchemist discoveries or rogue talents, improving the base die of their inspiration, letting them apply inspiration for free on more types of skills, making using inspiration for combat purposes more efficient, new ways to spend inspiration to bolster themselves or others, and so on, leading to a lot of customization.
Their skill and instincts with traps Also makes them good at dodging them.
Much like rogues, investigators have their own advantage in combat, though it functions differently. By studying an opponents every move, from the way they attack to the subtle ways they give away past injuries and weaknesses, giving them bonuses on their aim and the damage they deal. However, normally such a foe immediately learns to compensate once the studied state ends, making it impossible to do again until at least a day has passed, that is, unless the investigator expends some of their inspiration to compensate for their compensation.
However, they can also end this studied state with a bang, ending the state in return for dealing a singular crippling strike against their target, the damage of which only increases with time, and can apply to both lethal and nonlethal strikes alike.
Much like alchemists, they also learn to brew their alchemical items with exceptional speed.
Finally, the most brilliant and skilled of these investigators can use their inspiration for free on all skills and ability checks. What’s more, their inspiration rolls two dice instead of one, boosting them to even greater heights whether they are applying it to skills or combat.
Of course, investigators got alternate capstones in Chronicle of Legends, with the one specific to the investigator making them even more lethal when studying a foe.
Aside from that, some become pinnacles of mental and physical fitness with Perfect Body, Flawless Mind; become the heads of organizations with The Boss; acquire a legendary weapon or piece of equipment with With This Sword; or become a death-defying legend akin to the apparent death and later resurrection of Sherlock Holmes by Doyle with Won’t Stay Dead.
The investigator class is very much a skill monkey, and arguably one of the best ones thanks to them able to add an extra dice to their rolls, often for free, not to mention being able to roll on all knowledge skills even without training. You can be anything from a rambling chatterbox that gets others to let slip information, to a sneaky investigator that seems more like a thief despite gathering evidence instead of riches, and so on, leading to so many different builds.
Additionally, their combat gimmick is fun and rewards strategic play, gaining a lesser passive buff for a while before striking at the right moment with a devastating blow, which may be at the end of your strike or whenever it would be most useful to damage the foe right now or apply a debilitating effect.
And on top of that, they have alchemical extracts as well, providing plenty of buffs with some blasting and strange other effects. Despite my misgivings about them, the base investigator can do a lot with them, though it’s no surprise that the Second Edition version of the class treats the alchemy side of the original as an optional possibility.
All in all, whether you use then as actual detectives, brilliant scholars putting their knowledge to good use, or even military tacticians or masterminds, the investigator truly is a class all about putting their intelligence to good use without having to be a caster (mostly).
That will do for today, but as we’ll see tomorrow, archetypes only improve the variety of brilliance that these investigators can command.
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The Kings Grand Entrance
Interlude from the horny side— I need a break, okay?
C/W; Torture, Villain/Imposter!AU, Dark content, Bodily harm, character death, Creator being a menace (I based creator off Muzan-ish), Uppermoon 1,3 and lowermoon 5 (because I love them most), No beta we die like Makoto and Nameless bard
A/N; this feels all over the place, but hope you guys enjoyed it , if this doesn't make sense don't blame me, I haven't slept in 15 hours.
"Checkmate." Rui muttered, placing his hands atop his thighs. Pierro hummed, "Well played."
The two were engaging in chess, something that Creator requested to measure Rui's intelligence and strategic planning. The elder obliged and whenever he had time would lay out his chess board and indulge with the boy.
Meanwhile, inside the laboratory, Dottore watched in fascination as Creator distilled a purple liquid into a beaker, one that the second presumed to be Wisteria poison.
"The flower has been extracted to its maximum ability, now its poisonous properties are capable of damaging one from the molecular level twenty minutes after ingesting it." You explained to the Doctor. Wisteria was abundant thanks to your artificial ceiling garden inside of your lab, allowing you to create the strong poison.
Dottore gently poured the poison into a glass container, it having a label of a sugary syrup brand to disprove any suspicion about its content.
"Tartaglia has infiltrated the impostors base, which ironically enough was a very large temple in the outskirts of Liyue that Zhongli had built. Since Zhongli wanted a part in this, I trust that man to persuade the impostor into drinking a special brew of tea. I asked him to create an alibi should they question his disappearance."
You didn't like to work with an Archon but what do you have to lose anyway? Though, if he did end up betraying you again, you'll willingly decay that man until there's nothing left of him.
Rui thanked Pierro for his time, and went out to the training grounds where he saw Capitano training the soldiers with an iron fist. He walked over towards two individuals who stood significantly taller than him.
"Hello, Kokushibo. Akaza." The child greeted, looking up to the two men who nodded at his greeting.
"Master informed you about our plan?" Akaza asked the boy who let out a few threads for him to sit on. "Yes. Those fools will be shown no mercy by Master." Rui responded. Kokushibo closed his six eyes for a moment, leaning against a tree overlooking the exhausted soldiers.
"They're all weak. The three of us will handle it easily, no need for worthless fodder." The burgundy haired man commented with Akaza agreeing.
"Still. At the very least, they'll die thinking they helped." Rui sighed in dissatisfaction.
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A few days later, a festival was thrown in remembrance of Creators birthday. Festivities were thrown, many alcohol bottles opened by the people and it was overall a celebration of indulgence.
The festival opened its doors, and many flock towards them. The Millieth and Knights of Favonius kept the peace relatively easily, getting the people to sit at their seats for the ceremony speech in the middle of an empty land with cliffs and forests.
"Good day everyone, as you all know today is a sacred festival. I wish nothing more than to congratulate our lovely Creator for their contribution to Teyvat as a whole. Let us celebrate with the most enthusiasm!" Venti finished his speech with a ballad as the crowd cheered.
Behind the stage, "Creator" was fixing their hair with the help of Zhongli. The ex-Archon gently brushed the soft locks of theirs while they sipped the man's brewed tea, unknowing of its unfortunate side effects.
Zhongli held their hand as they make their way towards the stage, slightly staggering along. He gave them a closed eyed smile as he gave a nod to Tartaglia who was watching them both. Beside Childe was Capitano, who bit his tongue seeing the people celebrate an impostors "Birthday".
"May those who have wronged you be brought to Justice, my dearest Grace." The ginger mumbled, already hearing thunder roar and crackle beginning to bloom.
"What's going on? Venti. Ei. What's wrong with the weather?" They asked the two perplexed Archons. The clouds blocked the sun from lighting the festival, as harsh winds began to sway everything in its wake. Thunder roared and lightning struck the nearby decorations.
"Get the people to safety! Something is clearly wrong!" Jean ordered the Knights who began to usher the frightened people into shelter.
Something jumps down from the cliffs creating a gigantic crater during its landing. Ei looked at them and began to shiver once she saw the kanji in their eyes. Uppermoon 3.
The Millieth and Knights of Favonius grabbed their weapon, and under the "Creators" order, attacked. Ei summoned her weapon to kill the intruder, but her strike was blocked by a katana.
She jumped back, only to find another had joined the fight. The figure had six eyes, and wearing a traditional samurai outfit.
"So this is the God of Eternity? Very well then. Under my Master's order, I'll kill you." He breathed out before clashing his blade against hers, as Akaza deal with Venti's arrows.
Rui infiltrated the Yashiro commission, who informed him that the commissioner and his family wanted no part in this whole festival. They firmly believed that violence is only needed when push comes to shove, and so, disliked the treatment "Creator" casted upon you.
Ayato was blessed to be granted such power, hence why he wanted no part in this celebration. Sumeru had no part in this as well, the "Creator" not caring enough to visit them.
The Kamisato family questioned whether or not the "Creator" is what they say they are, not feeling a glow coming from their being. There were far in between that could see your radiant glow, Zhongli was one of them, but it seems that that kind of power wasn't given to the others.
"Creator" hid behind Zhongli, who dropped the concerned facade. "No one will come to save you, you know?" He gleefully chuckled, seeing Tartaglia and Capitano make quick work of the other soldiers. The fatui who fought against the Qixing and Adepti had the help of Columbina and Pierro.
Rui's threads had already made work of the other commissions, as the child smiled at his handiwork before accompanying his "father" making their way to Zhongli and the impostor.
"How pitiful. I better get that purple mark on your skin checked." The ex-Archon sadistically stated, entangling their locks into his fingers before pulling them. Zhongli no longer hold back the anger in the pit of his stomach.
"My my, I didn't think Morax would appear before me, I'm impressed." You laughed out, holding a fan to your lips. The man laughed along, watching as the person's eye began to melt.
"I didn't think it would take this long to show it's effects, did you accidentally pour too little?" You turned your attention to the ex-Archon, who merely turned his head in shame.
Rui was beside you, getting his threads ready whenever you needed it. The impostor coughed out blood, with the fluid getting onto Zhongli's suit. Zhongli clicked his tongue.
"I wondered why the others have stuck by you, you cretin. Then I realized, I was special. Unlike them, I can see the truth. How dare you order me to kill my own Creator?" Zhongli spat out venom, draconic eyes bore into the Impostors skull.
Akaza managed to land several strikes on Venti, who couldn't find an opening to shoot his arrow into. The latter screamed as his arm was broken by the pink haired male.
"Seems like that God got her wish, now she's just like her sister, resting eternally." You chided, eyeing the now limp body of Ei who was split in half horizontally, while your subordinate sheated back his katana.
Rui noticed the bard going limp as well, "Father, Akaza is finished with the Anemo archon too." The boy excitedly tugged his father's sleeve. You nodded and turned your attention towards the crawling impostor, who Zhongli graciously broke the lower half of theirs.
"Death can only be brought once life cease. That is the law of nature, but, where's the fun in following deaths design? Rui. I order you to share your blood with them." You stood infront of the impostor, who reached out to you with an angry expression. Rui had no sympathy for their foolish arrogance, and did as you told.
You watched them gasp for breath as his white threads dig into their neck. Zhongli watched in morbid fascination as their body changed. Long white locks replaced their natural hair colour, skin pigmented snow-like, and red markings appear across their skin.
"Now you're connected to Rui. And, you'll truly perish once I allow you too." You smiled at their new appearance, You raised your wooden geta slipper high, before slamming them onto their upper arm, breaking the bone within them.
They let out an ear piercing scream, as those who were still alive turned to look at them. The children had been taken in by Arlechinno and Albedo as per Your order. Kaeya went with Pierro willingly because he wasn't exactly pleased with "Creator".
Khaenriahn's were different, They knew the truth.
Akaza and Kokushibo walked over towards you four, with no one left stable enough to fight back.
"This is for stealing my face." You draw back your leg before slamming it onto their backside, hard enough to pierce through the skin. Zhongli stood near the two Archon killers, dreading the fact that your slipper and sock is ruined by tainted blood.
"Master is pissed," Akaza marveled at your brutal display. The three can feel the rage of your blood inside them, rendering them scared.
"This is for my sweet Amy, Bennet, and Razor." You bent down to their level and used your fan to create cuts upon their body, before injecting a vial of wisteria poison into said wounds. The dosage was small enough to merely cause discomfort and not outright death.
"This is for my heart and shattered hope." You grabbed a few strands of their hair and ripped it off clean. They can only whimper in pain as their body shut down due to your poison inside their veins.
"And last, but certainly not least, This is for My Dignity." You gave them a pitied smile as you used your hand to reach in their throat and tore off their vocal chords, pulling it out in a bloody, bloody mess.
As a safety measure, you cutted off their head with a small dagger you brought with you, which was tedious but you shrugged.
"It's finally over... But, why don't I feel accomplished?" You breathed out, throwing their vocal chords onto the ground. Childe was the first to clap. Kokushibo turned towards him, but noticed what he was doing. He awkwardly raised his hands and clapped as well. Rui excitedly clapped his hands, telling Akaza to do it too.
Zhongli slowly clapped, and the others joined in. Columbina who finished plucking out the cyan feathers out of her hair rushed towards you, stepping over the corpse to hug you congratulations.
Your once dull eyes lit up again, Justice has finally been served.
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with a taste of a poison paradise,
when: sunday, 7pm.
where: marina funeral home - the morgue.
who: mourad ramzi.
status: oops!
content triggers: poisoning, religious guilt & general pondering, death (in relation to) grief, needles.
Myria had always made all too fun - even more than it usually was, at times. Mourad would hear the music first, softened by the walls separating them in other rooms he's working on and know she'd started her day. Danced along to it when he couldn’t keep her company or when she didn't require assistance in the labs where she takes charge for the most part; Mourad's own work mainly having much to do with directing and presentation.
Tonight and the nights prior since, he had honored her wishes by having Britney provide ample entertainment to her unlively audience and partly himself. He never minded it, however when it came to his own work ethic regarding handling the dead, Mourad's was a little different. He preferred the silence; wishing not to disturb them in the eternal slumber they've succumbed to in ways natural or recently, obscenely unnatural. It also came with personal veering on spiritual views, particularly when it came to handling those of his own religion; a crucial reason why he'd considered an associate degree in mortuary science, he figured the places he'll be in could always use more Muslims in their staff. that included Marina.
Half-jokingly, he'd taught River how to wash him if it was his time to go — ‘I wouldn't want it to be anyone else.’ but what he meant is that it couldn’t be anyone else, as the religion that added a deeper layer to their already-profound bond prohibits anyone else. He'd also reminded himself to keep contact with others capable, in case river couldn't go through with it. It's already so much he would have to do, having to lift him into his grave, all the way back home. he'd already notified his mother that he'd like to be buried there - not France, but home. in Cairo, where her late husband and his father lay, all the way in Egypt. right where it all started; his first life, their first loss. She wasn't too comfortable and half participated in those morbid conversations he'd start casually on occasion but so long as he made his intentions clear, he figured, and cut those with a joke aimed at both his mother and river, ‘Ah, and you'd also get to have me in white for once! isn't that what you've always wanted of me?’
Humming along to Toxic - banger, he'd say if he was normal - Mourad wheeled the second to last cadaver back into its locker and returned to his station with another, tirelessly preparing the body through the easier processes from inspections to wiring jaws and securing lids shut, pouring the embalming fluid into the machine (sweetly named the Cauldron) that stood waiting to roar to life. Just then, the door to the morgue chimed in. They'd hung a bell above as a joke to clock running spirits desperate for a second chance at a life and knowing he wasn't meant to be with company, Mourad peered over his shoulder thinking they'd found their first ghost friend.
Not quite, but a puzzling visit all the same, it seemed.
“I... didn’t think I’d be having a guest over or I would've tidied up, hello." Mourad laughed in his confusion, his brows drawn together, a playful glint in his eyes at his the familiar figure. “What are you doing here? you seem lost, my friend.”
He'd found himself in stranger encounters, he thought, and on a whim suggests the unwise when he piped up; rather rushed, seeing the time.
“Shit. I have to get done here. Just... you don't mind hanging back here, do you? — Yes, perfect! So long as you can stomach all of this, of course - but please careful not to touch anything.”
Almost comical, how they'd barely found a rhythm, how all has gone eerily quiet the second the Cauldron started brewing, even as Britney sang away in what seemed to be the longest song ever compared to what befell him and his living company of the night, how the sensation he'd grown accustomed with to his right is now closer behind, when Mourad felt a rather harsh stab into his neck.
"Ah... Fuck, what the.." Dumbly and slowly, he stumbled back, his hand flying to the offending spot and then everything rushed back; the context, the bodies, Myria, this cursed town. Too late when his side hits the station and he winced before instinctively grabbing at a flying hand latching onto his jaw.
"St...op, what the hell are you doing? What did you do-" confusing himself by his own interrogation in his panic, his heartbeat already racing in trampling, arrhythmic steps made worse by the adrenaline. what else are they doing, Mourad? Their grip on his jaw tightened, almost to keep him quiet but then strangely pulling his jaw apart; open, inviting to something he hadn't known until the other arm came in, holding the tube attached to the machine. No.
It took too much effort left in him to push off; a breathless struggle that he realized, a little after he'd finally managed to send them slamming into the cupboard behind and then leaving him there, that he'd been struggling that entire time. that he was no longer pulling in air into his body, that he'd been fighting a losing battle anyway.
The strangest he'd felt, like a hole sucking inwards into his chest, trapping him in, doubling him over, dragging him knees first onto the ground. His head lulls to the side and there it was, the needle in his sights. Emptied out into his neck what could only be what they'd conjured for the Cauldron. Mourad frowns, This is it, his palms lock onto his neck and he's punching out a few breaths he desperately needs when he remembered, Oh, fuck.
Ash-
Mourad tried to say it. tried to establish the line between himself and his maker, tried to get there. How could he forget?
Ash-h... Shit, shit, shit.
His hands flex as he struggled to draw out more air. His shoulders shake, mourad doesn't realize he's sobbing now. He'd imagined it all so differently; so peaceful, a slumber lowering him into the ground to wait until he's called over. A complete circle of a checkered life, that he'd made amends and made it all better - and he couldn't achieve it now, far too suffocated and overwhelmingly exhausted. An instilled fear he never realized would come to him this way, never thought he'd forget; If you can't say your Shahada, you will never find peace.
No - You have to, Mourad. this is for you and your father, for River to carry you over. His shoulders shake as he renews his resolve. C'mon, die as you lived.
Ash-hadu alla ilaha illa Allah, wa ash-hadu anna anna Muhammadan Rasulullah
Relived, Mourad slumped back and let himself fall way away, his mind swirling; his initial fear overpowered by a last sliver of joy that he did utter it. Not think it, not pray that counts in his slipping mind but that he did say it.
He did say it.
Au revoir. All is well.
Right?
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This idea popped in my head while I read the thing you wrote me like what if the reader told Baizhu , albedo and Dottore about the book Frankenstein and how we have created artificial life with cloning? Like how we clone animals or about how we freeze our bodies to bring back a 100 years from now ? 🤔 fluff plz
I call theses 3 the science trio
This is a follow up post to this post regarding Baizhu, Albedo, and Dottore doing things in our world.
Warnings: mentions of medical procedures and machines, mentions of poisoning, fainting, getting arrested, stealing (?), gambling
Authors Note: Thank you to everyone that enjoyed the first part of this! I’m glad my writing can bring you joy. And apologies that this took a little longer to post, life’s getting a little hectic lately.
These three are extreme chaotic forces
I genuinely believe that all three while incredibly smart would lose all their brain cells if put together in our world
If the three managed to enter a hospital or scientific lab they would definitely try to steal some kind of object or machinery and get it back to Teyvat
If they found out about all the innovations and advancements we have made they would collectively pass out, Baizhu would faint (like a super exaggerated Disney princess faint) Albedo would be silently taking it in but in his mind he’s be screaming, and Dottore would be maniacally laughing (evil mastermind laugh) bc he has plans for everything already brewing
None of them are above pretending to be a surgeon or researcher to get access to our technology or just to look at our stuff in general
They would definitely get the cops called on them and you’d have to bail out of prison three very (not very) guilty looking men
Abledo would 100% try to taste everything which may end up with a call to the poison control center
Baizhu would raid a pharmacy
Dottore would be judging both of them but is taking notes so he doesn’t look stupid when he does something that is very stupid
They amplify each other’s stupidity capabilities
While exploring the great scientific wonders of our world Changsheng gets lost in a zoo/mixed up with the zoo snakes chaos ensues
Albedo’s adventures in eating spiders (I have one word Australia)
Dottore would need to make a call to his rich bestie Pantalone to make some bank because he wants to buy all sorts of machines
All three trying and failing to use mora to buy stuff and in some cases just taking it anyway
Dottore deciding that he needs to be everywhere at once so more copies of him (?) are brought to be more efficient in the learning
All he really accomplishes is confusing the fuck out of Baizhu whenever he’s trying to find the prime
BOARD GAMES
They would get fooled by 52 card pick-em-up every time
This is a huge departure of the scientific stuff I started with but I’m just going to go with it
Taking the three gambling would be insane
Dottore would be winning big on a card game without any idea of what he’s doing
Albedo would be 100% stuck on figuring out a slot machine
And Baizhu
Anyway
Ok so I think I’m done lmao. This was quite the ride. Thank you so much to everyone who liked the previous post! I am forever thankful to you all! And if you got through this feel free to send in requests as I am now free to write once again!
#genshin impact#genshin fanfic#fanfiction#genshin#genshin impact liyue#baizhu#short story#baizhu fluff#baizhu headcanons#baizhu x reader#dottore fluff#dottore x reader#dottore headcannons#Dottore#albedo fluff#albedo x reader#albedo headcannons#albedo#genshin headcannons
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it feels a bit jarring to say, but I will try to be honest, don't worry about the introduction, I just can't help but default to verbose when I'm nervous..... aaaaaniway, straight to the point, what did I miss?
as in, I started following you when the cacnea comic dropped, and then kinda quit Tumblr, but now that I'm back, peach is buff, and there are new people, which I love, don't misunderstand me, but yeah, what did I miss since then.... sorry, I just rather hear it straight from the horse's mouth
PREVIOUSLY ON, THE ADVENTURES OF PROFESSOR PEACH:
The Island opens, a new chapter in Peach and Grey's life, helping pokemon and focusing on grass study. People come and go from the Island shores to learn, search for answers, and enjoy the scenery. (this is where those skinny peach comics originate, early days)
Time passes, give or take 8 years, Peach has realised she's suited to wrangling the largest of large, and starts to work out to keep up with the physical demand, her mantra being 'do the work your team does, carry your own weight' and so she does, won't send her pokemon to do something she wont at least attempt herself. The island bustles every day, ferries coming and going with school trips, folks from the mainlands, and trainers looking for events and ventures. The facilities have grown, it has hotel accommodation, camp grounds, a modest amusement park on the docks, rides and games, cafes and beautiful parks to explore, not to mention the mountains that have been carved into for the cave dwellers, paths to the top to allow folks to look across the island and get the best views. The years have been kind to it, people love the place, plenty of activities are on offer run by a myriad of friendly staff, for visitors and pokemon to partake in. The labs still focus on grass types, that is after all Peach's forte, she's just branched into severe rehab for the more aggressive individuals too, taking on cases from all over that others have given up on. Her spare time is spent using her botany for good, she'll be in her greenhouse brewing and refining, using poisons and plants to create tonics to help many pokemon recover.
Grey is running a fantastic prosthetic program, helping mons who lose limbs, developing new held items to help individuals live healthy happy lives. His calm and gentle nature seems to be exactly what many patient need. He has a big workshop now with all the equipment to print and build various things, and spends his days with Peach, working closely with her rehab patients to make sure they're given the best chance.
Pari, the nursing intern that came in at the start of opening the labs has graduated and become a full time hire, head nurse, the professors can hand off work to her in complete confidence, she runs the front desk and pokecentre facilities like a champion, still a big cry baby but they love her for it. She lives at the top of the labs in a little apartment with her pokemon, days off going home to Goldenrod to visit her huge family
Around year 7 of moving to the island, the team got a connection with local rangers from a hand full of regions, who began to send the grass types that need help to the island, along with particularly nasty natured individuals who could do with more help than they have time for. They sent a liaison ranger to keep the exchanges organised, make sure everything goes to plan at the Island, to serve as a conduit for the bases and the professors. That turned out to be Peach's old rivals, Plum. Despite her irritation at the situation, Plum does a good job, she's decent with the pokemon, has flawless paperwork, and is a pretty skilled ranger when she's pushed out into the field.
Along side them, plenty of staff exist on the island, running businesses and working hard. A team of a dozen gardeners and their pokemon, hotel staff, cooks and cleaners, security at the docks, a lighthouse keeper, maintenance, battle aids who help trainers with their techniques, able to provide basic first aid, daycare staff, tour guides, and then seasonal staff. Summer we have folks come in to rent surfboards and water sport gear, festivals are held that bring in food vendors and trucks, kite festivals with rentals, winter you can go grab a hot drink and hit the snowy slopes on a pair of skis or a board. And of course big up the background cogs, the staff who keep things ticking, the hard working HR department, our accountants, lawyers, all making sure we do our best and that all our staff are catered for.
This brings us up to speed, current day, Peach is usually in the fields wrestling, out in the fields planting and harvesting, or in the greenhouses tending and brewing. Greys always tinkering with new designs and items, often asking Peach or his partners to test them out, perfecting his craft. Pari is the happy front to the centre, the first point of contact for any visiting trainer, and the Island is ticking at a very comfortable pace, growing and flourishing.
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Snapetober day 17 - Dessert
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‘Eat'.
'My Lord...'
'Eat'.
Severus lowered his gaze. His arms and hands were shaking too much, he tried to steady them - it was too late. With a grin, the Dark Lord extended his bony hand towards the plate and retrieved whatever awful substance had been placed on it. He brutally shoved it down Severus' throat, making sure to choke him in the process, placing his hand on both his mouth and nose to make sure he swallowed. The taste was vile. Severus could tell he has been fed a potion, a poison certainly; it was only minutes before he fell on his knees, gritting his teeth under sudden combined waves of nausea and stomach cramps.
The Dark Lord grinned once more, retrieving a chair from the table and placing it right in front of the fallen man. He sat there serenely, crossing his legs.
'Don't you dare vomit, Severus.'
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'Albus, the boy is starving himself.'
'Poppy -'
'I don't mean this only as a figure of speech this time, headmaster.'
The old man sighed.
'I know. I promise you I am doing everything I can to make Severus feel better. But I cannot make him forget... Unpleasant experiences. His body won’t let him either.’
It had been a week, and the boy could not even look at food. He had not said much. There had only been the usual terrible, haunting smile on his face when he had woken up - and then, when Poppy had brought him dinner, he had been violently sick. Albus had asked him to speak to him; Severus had simply turned his back on him, staring absently at the floor.
'I have told you every bit of useful information', he had told him flatly, 'as for the rest, it is my business and my business only'.
Some would have said that refusing to talk about what had happened was not healthy, that he needed to confide in someone, to let it out. But Albus knew what was at stake here. Control. He was no fool: he was aware Severus' agency wasn't his own, and it never really had been. The man was always made to talk in one way or another - his privacy was all he had left.
So Albus had left the room, leaving the boy to rest.
But a week later he had not eaten anything besides strengthening potions, and the headmaster was worried the boy would injure himself while brewing, or worse.
But what could he do?
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'Really, Minerva, if it were so urgent, I am sure the headmaster would have come down to see me directly.'
'Come on, Severus. I did not interrupt anything, did I? So there is no reason not to come'.
'I am busy'.
'You were sitting in an armchair with neither light nor heat'.
'We all meditate in different ways'.
The Gryffindor rolled her eyes.
'After you'.
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'Merlin, Albus, that is a disaster'.
There was no question the scene was hilarious. The headmaster was standing in the middle of what must have been a kitchen - both Minerva and Severus of course knew it was his kitchen, but we'll hold on to uncertainty for the sake of emphasis - a kitchen that looked like a proper shipwreck. There were piles of plates and casseroles, dirty bowls here and there, food packages half empty; as for the actual cooking, it looked like sugar and flour had been used to paint the walls and headmaster's robes in a white, uneven colour. Albus looked mortified.
'The biscuit is flat', he said, opening the oven with an air of absolute defeat.
Severus advanced and hurriedly closed the oven, almost startling Minerva.
'You do not open an oven while baking a cake, Albus!' he said, increasing the temperature. 'And what is this? Headmaster - you must never stop to whip the pastry cream! That is basic chemistry!'
Minerva chuckled. 'Albus, you once burnt pasta in front of me. This all seems very advanced for you.'
'It was for a good cause', Albus replied apologetically (and with a hint of malice), smiling as he watched Severus putting every dirty dish in the sink and washing them with a flicker of his wand. His own lab was always immaculate.
'I know exactly what you are doing, Albus' Severus said, his back still turned on them. He was whipping the pastry cream vigorously.
'I never said you didn't', the headmaster replied innocently. 'The coconut cream is on your left.'
Minerva sat down beside the kitchen table, folding her arms with an air of absolute delight. This was better than muggle comedies, without a shadow of a doubt. A Louis de Funès kind of comedy.
'Pass the spoon - the spoon, Albus'.
'This is terrible. This is an outrage. I don't even know what I am doing here.'
'There is flour all over your shoes.'
'Didn't I tell you to put it back on the shelf?'
'It is back on the shelf.'
'Ah yes. Some of it happens to be on the floor as well.'
'My wrist hurts.'
'And yet two years ago you asked me to make one batch of wolfsbane a week. Pass the cream.'
'I told you, my wrist hurts.'
'That cream is at room temperature, Albus. Your crème diplomate will never rise'.
Severus cut the cake open.
'What is it you attempted to do, Albus?' Minerva finally asked, looking doubtful as both men filled the cake with cream.
'I trust this was supposed to be a tropézienne pie, wasn't it?' said Severus, sitting down beside her, looking drained. 'I need a drink'.
'Not on an empty stomach' Albus said joyfully, putting the cake before them and decorating it with sugar pearls.
The cake looked miserable. It was flat, but Severus had succeeded in cutting it evenly; however the crème diplomate, which had not risen, was escaping on all sides of the cake, almost making it look like an enormous dish of floating island. There was a long silence between the three of them.
'All I can say is that the cream will taste good' Severus finally said, aware that Minerva was trying hard not to burst into laughter.
It was indeed hard not to be amused, for the headmaster, far from sharing his colleagues' open scepticism, was looking proudly at his cake, definitely convinced that things could have been much worse.
Minerva cut out three pieces - well, there was biscuit, and then a few spoonfuls of cream on top of it, and then the pearl sugar that had fallen on the table in the process.
Albus watched anxiously as Severus looked down at his plate while Minerva, putting down the platter, pretended to busy herself with the soggy biscuit.
Severus frowned, considering the cake critically. It was indeed a disaster: it looked childish, almost a work of abstract art, the plate was of course excessively colourful, the silver spoon had an eccentric handle, the whole thing was yellow and beige.
What was certain, though, was that this looked nothing like the Dark Lord's meal of choice.
He took a small mouthful, and did not get paler.
Then, slowly, quite enjoying the power he held over the room at this very moment, he declared: 'it is actually not bad at all'.
Albus smiled brightly. The cream was, indeed, a delight.
#From the details you can guess the tropézienne disaster is a true and recent story#Except everything was perfect but my country doesn't know how to make plant-based cream that rise and it never rose though all instructions#were followed to the letter#It was really good#but miserable looking#next time I'll tell you about my croissants#Excellent and flat as hell#I should stick to the things I know#Anyway#Have this#it made me happy#I'm super lonely here and I found out this gives me serotonin again!#snapetober2022#snapetober#pro snape#severus snape#albus dumbledore#minerva mcgonagall
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🫂 scientistshipping
OOOO THIS IS A GOOD ONE!!!! TY FOR ASKING ANON!!!! Short, like really short for my standards, but you'll like it. It’s based on this one scene from Revolutionary Girl Utena I like, it gives them vibes.
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"Have you ever heard of cantarella?" Vetrix softly asks, pouring some tea into a far too fancily crafted teacup. It’s a quarter past 2, and they’re sitting in the lab. It feels almost alien now, but at least things are back to normal (at least as normal as they can be).
“Cantarella? Would you mind telling me?” He picks up the freshly brewed tea, pressing it to his lips.
“It was something used by the Borgia family in Italy a long, long time ago. I learned it while traveling.” Vetrix reaches for the plate of cookies besides Faker, taking one for himself. “A poison.”
“So, how do like the tea?” There’s silence for a few minutes, just the sounds of the record player thats been skipping the same sequence of notes for well over half an hour. “I made them myself, it’s quite hard to bake with this body now.”
“I hope they don’t taste funny.”
Silence. Still silence. Until it is broken by Faker uttering the words.
“What a coincidence. I poisoned those cookies.” He’s met by the sudden, soft embrace of him. Vetrix doesn’t expect it, but it’s far too warm and inviting to reject. “You don’t say.”
“So, what do you think?”
“Their delicious.” And he keeps chewing. “So’s the tea.”
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HOLY SHIT NIKKI!!! big fan of moths and all things occult/alchemy, so she's perfect for me. heres a question to stir up conversation like potion master stirs her brews:
do you think nikki keeps her hat and cloak on while brewing her potions? and does kande (the poisoner) pitch in while brewing the death draught?
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OKOK im finally stable enough to answer this. sorry it took me (checks smudged handwriting) four fucking days
i dont think she keeps her hat and cloak on but she definitely has them handy in case she needs to quickly head out of her lab or smthn... shes never seen in public without them on (hc that due to some past slip-ups, she believes her eyes give away her true intentions and thus her coven identity so she makes every attempt to keep them as hidden as possible) (also shes just naturally cold so she bundles up in her coat :))
and for SURE kande pitches in, the two have very closely intertwined fields of magic so they end up working together a lot (on top of being girlfriends. because well DUH.) especially on brewing killing potions. the two work together so smoothly theyve got incredible synchronicity
also additional hc since we're on the topic. the killing potion (and some others too ig...? most notably the barrier) works kinda like a minecraft splash potion where the glass is super thin so if you throw it on somebody it's gonna shatter and cause AOE damage. my hc (which is actually supported by canon now that im thinking about it) is that the killing potion is a very potent corrosive mixture that just kinda. fucking. dissolves flesh very rapidly. although i guess there could be different kinds of killing potions, maybe one that turns into a toxic gas whenever the bottle is shattered? idk :3
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What do you hc the relationships (platonic or romantic or other) are for faculty in Twisted Wonderland?
Hi friend! Thanks for this ask! I'm so excited to answer it. Also, I'm assuming that while I am going to focus on faulty I can also add students in the platonic relationships. So, let's get started! This is super long, so it's under a cut.
Platonic relationships
Crewel & Vil
Without a doubt, Crewel was a Pomefiore member when he was in school. He was also House warden in my books. Anyways, with Crewel's love of fashion, make-up, and poisons, he's the perfect mentor for Vil. I adored their team-up in the Fairy Tale Gala and I love to imagine they're always collaborating for projects outside of school. For projects inside school Crewel assists Vil in his alchemy classes and side projects, especially poisons. Vil is easily one of Crewel's top alchemy class students and thus Vil is granted access to the lab whenever he wishes.
Crewel & Azul
While I don't think Crewel is as comfortable with Azul as he is with Vil, Crewel absolutely likes Azul. The main reason why I think this is because Azul has to brew shape-shifting potions all the time. No doubt buying them on the market is expensive and Azul being the shrewd businessman would never allow his money to go to waste. Thus, Azul has perfected the shape-shifting potion for himself, Jade, and Floyd. Crewel is a master potion maker and Azul definitely respects Crewel's knowledge. Thus, I can see Azul consistently looking for feedback in his brewing and Crewel willing to give some advice.
Crewel & Kalim
This is an odd one, but I think this for one reason: poison expert. Kalim, even with Jamil and the promise of security in NRC, has been poisoned far too many times to count. Besides bribery, I believe the Al Asim family put in a request for NRC to assist in any poison related suspicions. Now, Crewel isn't one to bend to money alone (I think he's one of the teachers who scoffed at Crowley giving into the money) but that doesn't mean Crewel believes Kalim deserves to be poisoned. Crewel easily can deduce what sorts of poisons were probably used on Kalim and that makes his blood boil. So sure, Kalim isn't his best student, but Crewel will be damned if the poor boy suffers another poisoning on his watch.
Crewel & Yuu
Yeah, this is a little self-indulgent, but hear me out: Crewel 100% has a soft side. Of course, he'd never let his students know that and for a while his blatant favourites were Vil and Azul. But Crewel takes one (1) look at this poor, magicless, isekai'd kid and decides "I'm helping this one out. They look so sad and if Crowley won't buy them proper necessities I'll do it and bill the school". Thus, he takes Yuu shopping and enjoys giving them small gifts (all at the school's expense).
Sam & Ruggie
Most would think Sam gets along with Azul, and he does to an extent. I think Sam appreciates Azul's ambition and drive for success. However, I think Sam sees himself in Ruggie: a young kid who has a dream of making money. Of course, Sam turned that desire into starting his own business from the ground up, but Sam appreciates the hustle and street-smart craftiness of Ruggie. Ruggie also helps out at the shop once in a while and Sam loves students who give him a hand. Thus he likes slipping discounts and extra bonus items for Ruggie.
Sam & Epel
I don't know why, but I think Sam took one (1) look at Epel and went "This kid needs a break somewhere because Sevens know he's about to blow up". So, Sam makes it a point to chat nicely with Epel and in turn Epel tells Sam all about Harveston and the nice handcrafts there. Sam's intrigued and believes this could open up a niche in his store.
Sam & Lilia
Look, both have mischievous energy. Plus, Lilia is one of the few students on campus who knows how to talk to Sam's friends on the other side respectfully, but also playfully.
Vargas & Jack
Jack is the top first year student in PE and Vargas LOVES this. He's over the moon and probably brags about Jack in the staff room during breaks or even during staff meetings. Jack is up for all the athletic awards and Trein has to remind Vargas that he can't give all the first year PE awards to Jack. On the flip side, Jack may feel Vargas can be a little too enthusiastic about muscles but Jack respects Vargas's coaching and advice. Especially since I head canon Vargas was an athletic star in both his days at NRC and post NRC.
Vargas & Jamil / Kalim
Another odd choice from me, but I was thinking both Jamil and Kalim are athletic. Jamil plays for the basketball team and both have extensive dance training. Plus, they're one of Vargas's top fliers in the second year. If only Kalim was a little less spacey and Jamil put in a bit more effort...
Vargas & Rook
Vargas gets along well with Rook for one reason: hunting. Both have a passion for hunting and have tons of experience. Get these two on the topic and they're talking for HOURS about the best trails, game, weapon, technique, etc. Vil once had to come collect Rook because Rook stayed behind after class for two hours chatting to Vargas.
Trein & Riddle
Not only because Riddle is Trein's top student, but because Riddle is insightful, smart, and loves questioning moments in history with Trein. Riddle's papers are always well researched and worded. It's the kind of paper Trein sees in his pile of marking and feels relief so palpable it's almost edible.
Trein & Jade
One of my odd choices again, but I think Trein likes Jade because Jade likes talking about the Coral Sea with Trein. Trein is a scholar and he loves learning about places and Jade's experience and stories are fascinating to Trein.
Trein & Yuu
Like Crewel, Trein has a soft spot for their poor, magicless, isekai'd student. Trein is the one checking in with Yuu, making sure they're doing well and that they're understanding their studies. Probably invites Yuu over to tea once in a while. Also, Lucius LOVES Yuu (not Grim) and that's an instant ticket to becoming Trein's favourite.
Crewel & Vargas
Nothing is funnier to me than the sheer dichotomy of Crewel "I'm proper, always dressed well, and look my best" next to Vargas "I think it's fun to run around and sweat while exercising and hunting + I'm a himbo". Crewel pretends he doesn't like being seen with Vargas, but to Vargas they're BFFs and he's taken it upon himself to make sure Crewel eats and sleeps properly.
Romantic Relationships
Trein/Lilia
Listen, Trein met Lilia when he was a young man, still at NRC (probably in his final year). Lilia wasn't attending (and was in his adult form), but somehow these two met. Lilia instantly took to the bright, knowledge seeking man, especially since Trein is a historian. Bet there were heated debates about history where Trein said "Source?!" and Lilia said "Because I said so!" or "Me!" or "I was THERE, Trein!" Then Trein's huffy "You can't keep saying that" ended in Lilia kissing Trein and shoving him against a wall. What can I say? Lilia loves battles, be it as the ruthless general or heated debater.
Then, Lilia leaves one day and Trein pretends it didn't happen until Lilia shows up looking "young" and is "his student" despite being CENTURIES old. Trein wants to throw a textbook directly at Lilia's laughing face.
Other Relationships
-Crewel has tried to strangle Crowley at least once during his employment. Normally, it's frowned upon to try and strangle your employer, but Crewel has a twenty-page document listing all the reasons he was justified. Crewel would probably win in court should anything legal come out of this.
-Malleus is both a blessing and a curse upon the faculty. On one hand, Malleus is very smart, gifted, and can effortlessly complete tasks. On the other hand, Malleus sometimes goes overboard and only Lilia can help clean up the mess or make Malleus do it.
-The staff have a betting pool to how many times Leona will come to class that resets every month. Crewel wins majority of the time, but that's just because Leona sleeps in the greenhouse 9/10 times and Crewel has special plants he takes care of personally, so he has insider knowledge.
-All the staff love Ortho because he's so gosh-darn cute and enthusiastic. They only wish Ortho could help Idia make it to class in person.
-Sam throws the best "unofficial staff parties" off campus when a break starts. Everyone goes and no one talks about what happens at said parties.
-Crewel laughed himself to tears when he learned of Azul's scheme in Book 3. He will deny this to anyone who asks and that person will promptly receive detention.
-Crewel is the teacher most known for handing out the worst (and most frequent) detentions. No one dares skip them because the punishment for doing so will somehow be worse than the actual detention.
-Vargas, on more than one occasion, has stepped in when some one at a bar has been a little too forward and pushy towards Crewel or Sam, who are the ones always receiving the unwanted attention. This has caused both Sam and Crewel to joke about it, making the students wonder if there isn't some sort of dating situation going on. No one clarifies.
-Trein's least favourite student is Floyd because he never wants to pay attention and do his work. Crewel's least favourite students are Ace/Deuce/Sebek because they never listen and make a mess. Vargas's least favourite student is Idia because the boy NEVER shows to class or if he does, he tries to make Ortho do the work for him.
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💮 KNY CHARACTERS WITH A GN! READER THAT DRAWS [PART 2]
➡ [PART 1]
ft. Giyuu, Shinobu, Kyojuro, Sanemi, Muichiro, Mitsuri
☆ warnings: slight swearing
Giyuu Tomioka
Is not surprised by the slightest. I mean, with all of the art materials you keep with yourself? Yeah he already figured it out.
Though, he is intrigued, and curious about your thought process as you draw complex lines and figures.
Like a gentle pour of rain, you were delicate with your movements. He saw you as a quiet stream of water, as you continuously flow with ease around the rough edges of nearby rocks.
Hell, he could even go far and say that you're a work of art.
Likes that you have a peaceful hobby to do rather than train yourself to the bone all the time.
When you first drew him, he didn't quite expect it since Tomioka didn't saw himself as the potential subject to your artworks.
Don't get him wrong — he absolutely loves it, and it was first for him.
After you finish up adding the extra details to your work, and fixing up your materials, Giyuu would give you a little headpat — and a small gentle smile, as his cheeks were tinted pink.
" This was quite unexpected.. but welcome anytime. Thank you. "
Shinobu Kocho
Like Tomioka — she isn't surprised in the slightest!
Would be thrilled if you openly show your works to her, after all, she does see you put a lot of effort into your works.
It isn't Shinobu if she doesn't teases you a bit!
Will ask a lot of questions about your hobby, it's only fair because before then, you had asked her about the poisons and medicines she brews.
Loves how subtle and quiet you work. Sometimes, she'll scoot on over near your desk and lean her head on your shoulder as you draw.
If you were illustrating in her lab while she does her work as well, the both of you will enjoy the comfortable silence that you two shared.
Automatic mood up if you decided to illustrate her! (⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)❀
She'd definitely pepper your face with kisses after you've finished while she cups your face with her hands.
" My my! You're so productive today, Y/n! Are you sure this isn't some sort of trick of your sleeve to put me in a good mood? " She teased.
" No, no! I promise this was just a project for fun! Plus.. I thought you looked beautiful so I had no choice but to illustrate your stunning looks.. "
The two of you ended up with pink tinted cheeks, which lead to Shinobu giggling softly as she pulled you into a hug, intertwining your hands together with hers.
Kyojuro Rengoku
Hear me out, alright?
Immediately fucking shows your work to the other Hashira and would boast about everything you had made.
Oh you made this little doodle for fun? FRAME IT. NO BUTS.
He loves you, the effort you put into it, and just generally loves you and everything that you do!
Compliments. Every. Fucking. Thing. NO EXCEPTIONS >:(
If you were his flame, he was definitely your blazing sun that lit up even the darkest corners of the world.
WOULD ABSOLUTELY BE IN JOY IF YOU DREW HIM :'')
Before you could even show him the finished project, you're already in his arms, in a warm hug.
" WOW! AMAZING! You illustrated me! This is such a magnificent piece of art, little flame!!! "
Kyojuro would not hesitate to frame the drawing you made of him. And every other illustration you've made.
You are the flame that keeps his heart burning, and something as simple as you illustration of him — burns the fire inside of him even more. Set your heart ablaze!
Sanemi Shinazugawa
So THAT'S why you were gazing upon the Wisteria, you were sketching them out.
Though, will immediately think that it's a waste of time, and is better to spend that time training alone.
This doesn't bother you in the slightest, as you only continued quietly stroking your pencil onto the paper you held.
Will take him a minute or so to cool down to actually see what you're doing.
It's actually very tranquil to catch the sight of you illustrating as a small smile was present on your face. Reminds him of a particular someone in the back of his mind, burried.
wait
Ok, Sanemi takes it back, this whole drawing thing actually looks pretty interesting.
Asks about how you manage to make figures with ease
Will be very confused if you explain it to him, but does not mind!
Would be a bit surprised if you suddenly started stealing glances from him, only to see you were already illustrating him.
" You're.. you're drawing me? ...That's fucking cool I guess. "
" Really?! You like it, Nemi?? "
OF COURSE HE DOES DJFJENJG HE LOVES IT SO MUCH BUT HE WILL NEVER ADMIT IT OUT LOUD
After you've finished it off, he'd let out a little sigh and unexpectedly pulls you in a quick kiss on the lips and immediately dashes off with the drawing in his hands. Making you two play a little game of tag.
" Nemi! Give it back, hey! No fair! "
" Finders keepers, dipshit! "
Muichiro Tokitou
Cool.
LITERALLY NOT MUCH OF A REACTION FROM THIS BOY 💀
It's just.. yeah.
You draw
Keeps his usual, neutral face on as he flips around your sketchbook.
He might not show it, but he takes note of every single little detail that you put into these drawings. He might forget them, but will try hard to remember and keep them in mind.
His fingers traces the outlines, and shapes of your illustrations. All the colors were blended neatly, and cleanly, much to Muichiro's liking. Like a field of clouds up in the blue sky, on a great day.
Would be dazed if he suddenly saw his face getting sketched.
Oh. You were drawing him. The thought had just recently hit the Mist Pillar's head.
Quietly stares at you working, taking note of every little thing you do.
" Hey. Can I keep that? " Muichiro suddenly asked. You nodded in response as you handed him the illustration.
A smile was present in his face as he took your hand, leading the both you to his favourite spot on where he usually gazes upon the sky. " Thanks. "
Mitsuri Kanroji
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Like Kyojuro, absolutely loves everything! Starting from the most complex illustrations and down to the quick, silly, and low quality doodles.
Will definitely show your work around the Hashira's as well!
Do you need more art supplies? On it! She'll swipe up everything that you want / need!
Not necessary to buy that many? TOO BAD! She's already buying them!
Squeals if you like,, show and share your latest artwork to her, she just adores it all!
WOULD ABSOLUTELY CRY IF YOU DREW HER
Trust me, the first initial reaction you'd get is HSJDJGBSHHFS??????????
" WAAAAHHHHH Y/NNNN!!! "
" Wah! Mitsuri, did I do something wrong? "
" NO BUT WAAAHHHH YOU'RE— YOU'RE DRAWING MEEEEEE :( THAT'S SO SWEET!!!! "
After that initial reaction, of course you'd let her keep the finished product!
Pulling you into her loving embrace, she peppers your face with kisses and hugs you tightly in her arms.
Oh you bet she's treating you out for dinner later, no way is she letting you give her your drawing for free!
💮 MASTERLIST [#1] | MASTERLIST [#2]
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Chapter 5: A Delicious Start
Chapter 4 | Masterlist | Chapter 6 | Words: 801
I am staring at my dinner, it looks absolutely delicious. I see that no one called me down for dinner, which means Tony definitely said something. It also means that Bucky kept true to his word, and I'm grateful.
However, my suspicions were correct, Natasha's Fury's confidant. She seems nice enough, and like she likes to have fun. She also seems to have a disdain for my brother, which makes some sense. He's always been an arrogant ass, it was his way of coping with Howard, and it's become a full time defense mechanism. I'm thinking she's going to be my silent ally, I refuse to let her be anything else. I'm not allowing her life to be hard for me, I'm just not worth it. I've spent the bulk of my life alone, so this will be a piece of cake.
I lay down, and drift off into a nightmare fueled slumber, but I'm kinda used to it.
~~ 4:00AM ~~
I hear my alarm going off and jump up with a pep to my step. I want to make a good first impression, I refuse to give them an additional reason to hate me. I take a brief shower, and change into a sports bra, joggers, and a loose fitting tank top. I make my way to the kitchen, and look around for something to make. I know my way around a kitchen, I'm actually a pretty good cook. Hydra had left me in charge of sustaining myself and my fellow 'lab-rats,' there words—not mine. The food quality wasn't great there, but I usually got creative.
I decided to make eggs, bacon and pancakes—simple enough. I made a boat load of bacon, and a heaping bowl full of scrambled eggs. Then I also made a plate full of sunny side eggs to give variety. I take the pancake batter I mixed up, I cooked up about twenty, then I put the remainder of the batter in the fridge.
I cut up some fruit, and placed it near the pancakes. I finished with five minutes to spare, since Natasha told me breakfast was at 5AM.
I took my plate which consisted of one egg, avocado toast, and an apple and retreat to my room to eat alone.
Natasha's POV
I walked into the kitchen hoping to see if Y/N followed the 5AM breakfast recommendation. I instead walked in to see everyone lined up and collecting plates of food. I have a feeling that Y/N got up earlier than recommended.
"Who did all of this?" Tony questions
"No clue, it was already here when we arrived." Steve mumbles while shoveling some pancakes into his mouth.
"Friday, who made this food?" Tony questions again
"It appears Miss Stevens got up around 4AM and prepared breakfast for everyone. There's more batter in the fridge sir." Friday replies
"Good luck being poisoned." Tony retorts while sipping his coffee.
Everyone looked confused, and some even looked to be considering the ludicrous notion.
"Looks delicious." I retort back.
I walked over and immediately started making my plate while staring at Tony.
"Friday, who brewed the coffee?" I question trying to ruin Tony's morning.
"It appears Miss Stevens did that as well, Miss Romanoff."
Tony grumbles before leaving his mug behind and storming out of the kitchen, leaving me with a smirk.
As everyone finished up and left to get ready for training, I was headed off to do the same. As I went to leave I saw Tony, so I hid just so I could see what he was up to. He snuck into the kitchen, made himself a plate, filled his mug, then quickly left towards his lab.
Ha! Petty little idiot, even he knows deep down she's not an evil mastermind.
Y/N's POV
I started to hear doors shutting, leading me to believe the kitchen was clear. I took my plate down at around 5:30AM to clean up, and get a head start to the training room. As I walked in I could clearly see everyone seemed to enjoy the food judging by the mess. I put up the leftovers and then began to clean the dishes.
"Hey, you shouldn't be cleaning up after everyone, especially when you put it all together." I hear the familiar voice of the redhead say.
"No worries here, I'm used to it." I reply and turn to send her a smile for reassurance.
"Nonsense, the boys can handle their own dishes. Follow me." She says, leaving me no room to fight.
"Nat, it's okay, really." I try to rebuttal
I saw a faint smile at the use of her nickname, but then she resumed her blank face.
"Y/N, let's go. You're with me today!"
I gently sigh, then quickly follow her.
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Letting the coffee chill
Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
Pairing: Loki & reader
Summary: you realise Loki doesn't know much about midgardian coffee, and you offer him a solution to adapt his Jötun tongue to the hotness of the espressos.
Word count: 900
Tags: pure fluff. Loki's personality is once again like a cat.
Loki takes his coffee black—the bitterest one, if possible. He takes his own damn time making it too, and never lets anyone do it for him. He may from time to time leave a cup of fresh tea for his brother, if he's feeling bold, but Thor never takes it —distrusting; is this a prank? Is this poisoned?
The first time you've ever came to the actual compound —in need of an unfinished job from Tony's lab on your own city— you've found him hidden in a secluded area of the kitchen, a corner of the squared island, legs spread long over the next chair and his mind focused on a book. You observed him for as long as you could without him noticing —or at least, he seemed not to notice— and wondered why he hadn't touched his steaming cup of coffee, seemingly fresh.
You later found out he was a frost giant. It came out in lab chatter, and Tony spitted it out like it stung on his tongue —he's never been very fond of the God of Mischief; he called him a silent nightmare to live with, a war that's yet to unleash. He was certain, one day Loki would stop playing as an innocuous member of the Avengers and bring the chaos and disaster he was supposed to from the beginning.
You were sure, after a few weeks of moving in, that Tony was imagining things. Loki seemed like a —more or less— trustable man. Time had just done him poorly, and he had to keep his guard up, much like Tony himself.
Loki didn't have much to do, unlike the rest of the avengers, when it came to filling the day with activities. Stark and Potts were highly busy, as always. The two Captain Americas were always booked with interviews. The rest would keep on with their lives with families or friends, and all of them always dedicated a great part of the day to training with their favourite methods.
Loki, however, didn't have many social activities to pass the day. You saw him waking up earlier than most —walking into the kitchen to make his bitter cup of coffee before six in the morning—, and frowning in recognition.
"You're up early", he stated. But he didn't elaborate on any kind of conversation, and you didn't force him to. He knew your name, and what you were doing there. That was enough at the time. He was like a frightened cat, and you needed to approach him slowly to befriend him.
He would read the entire morning. You did the same, up until ten, and then would go to Tony's lab. He didn't kick you out, and you took that as a sign that it was okay for you to stay in the same island kitchen, reading in silence. You noticed his curious eye roaming around you and your book from time to time, never daring to ask what you were reading. He sensed your strategy —reading with the book against the table, for him to eventually ask you out loud if he wanted to know—, and smirked.
You notice now, seeing him start to drink his already completely cooled down cup of coffee, a disgusted expression, gulping it down without care of its taste anymore.
"You don't like it?".
He is staring at you and setting the cup down, taken aback by your sudden communication—it's been weeks and you hadn't said anything if he didn't start it first.
"Not exactly".
"It's better when it's hot", you push him a little. He smirks in amazement, knowing you know he can't drink it hot. He is a frost giant, after all.
"Well, I don't take it hot".
"Why don't you go with the cold, then?".
"Beg your pardon?".
"Let me make you a cold brew", you propose. "It's gonna be better than chilled down espressos".
"Absolutely not", he says, pretending to come back to his book. You sit down again and come back to yours.
"You could see the step by step if you needed to", you murmur. "I'm not planning on poisoning you and killing you yet. I have to get you fat first", you joke, and that's exactly what makes him come back to the conversation.
"Get me fat? You don't plan on eating me, don't you?", he teases, and you want to pull your hands together and thank the Gods you finally made him cut some slack and joke with you. He is always so serious.
"Well, not like that. You'd be too fibrous, and my canines are so weak".
"Very funny", he rolls his eyes, a smirk still on his lips. "What is that cold brew you were saying, pray tell?".
“It’s good. A way to drink the coffee cold without having to stand that gross abomination you’ve been drinking ever since you came here”, you point at his almost empty cup. He frowns.
“Why haven’t I seen it so far, then?”.
“It’s been snowing for the past week. It’s a summer drink… unless your passport says Jötunheim, of course”.
“You think you’re so funny”, he chuckles, getting up alongside with you and walking to the brewing machine.
“I am”.
“I know. I like you”.
And just like that, you realise, you won the God of Mischief’s friendship.
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