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Benefits of Taking an MEP Course in Hyderabad | Rite Academy
In today’s rapidly evolving industrial landscape, the demand for skilled Mechanical, Electrical, and Plumbing (MEP) engineers is at an all-time high.
As businesses strive to optimize their operations and infrastructure, the need for proficient MEP professionals has become critical.
One of the best avenues to acquire this expertise is through a specialized MEP Course in Hyderabad at the renowned Rite Academy.
This comprehensive article delves into the myriad benefits of enrolling in an MEP course at Rite Academy and how it can significantly enhance your career prospects.
Why Choose Rite Academy for MEP Training?
Unmatched Expertise and Experience
Rite Academy stands out as a distinguished ISO 9001:2015 certified organization, founded by seasoned Professional Engineers with over a decade of expertise in both training and engineering services.
Our team’s extensive experience ensures that students receive top-notch education and practical skills essential for the industry.
Mission and Vision
Our mission is to elevate the skill set of the vast pool of Mechanical, Electrical, and Civil Engineers graduating each year in India.
We aim to equip them with the essential knowledge and practical skills demanded by the dynamic job market.
At Rite Academy, we are devoted to providing state-of-the-art education that prepares engineers to meet and exceed industry requirements.
Comprehensive Curriculum
Industry-Relevant Modules
The MEP Course in Hyderabad at Rite Academy offers a meticulously designed curriculum that caters to the diverse needs of students.
Our courses cover essential topics such as HVAC (Heating, Ventilation, and Air Conditioning), Electrical systems, and Plumbing systems, ensuring a well-rounded education.
The training is structured to provide hands-on experience with the latest tools and technologies used in the industry.
Practical Training
One of the key advantages of our MEP course is the emphasis on practical training.
Students engage in real-world projects that simulate industry scenarios, providing them with invaluable practical experience.
This approach ensures that graduates are not only theoretically proficient but also capable of applying their knowledge effectively in the workplace.
Tailored for All Skill Levels
Beginner-Friendly Approach
At Rite Academy, we understand that not all students come with a technical background. Our courses are designed to be accessible to everyone, even those with no prior technical knowledge.
The training modules are presented in a manner that ensures ease of understanding, making it easier for beginners to grasp complex concepts.
Advanced Training for Professionals
For those who already have a background in engineering, our advanced training modules offer in-depth knowledge and expertise.
These modules are designed to enhance existing skills and provide a deeper understanding of MEP systems, making our courses suitable for both fresh graduates and seasoned professionals.
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Global Recognition and Opportunities
International Reach
Rite Academy’s impact extends beyond the borders of India. We have successfully trained over 3000 individuals, including Mechanical, Electrical, Civil graduates, and professionals from various disciplines.
Our students come from countries such as Canada, Australia, Singapore, Malaysia, Indonesia, Sudan, Nigeria, Egypt, Yemen, Oman, Saudi Arabia, and the U.A.E., reflecting our global reach and recognition.
Career Advancement
Graduates of the MEP Course in Hyderabad have a high employability rate, with many securing positions in prestigious companies worldwide.
The comprehensive training provided by Rite Academy equips students with the skills and confidence needed to excel in their careers, opening doors to numerous opportunities in various sectors including Manufacturing, Automobile, Oil & Gas, Ship Building, and Building Services.
State-of-the-Art Facilities
Modern Training Infrastructure
Rite Academy boasts state-of-the-art training facilities equipped with the latest tools and technologies.
Our classrooms and labs are designed to provide an optimal learning environment, enabling students to gain hands-on experience with industry-standard equipment.
Experienced Faculty
Our faculty comprises highly experienced professionals who bring their industry expertise into the classroom.
Their practical insights and real-world experience greatly enhance the learning process, ensuring that students receive education that is both relevant and current.
Comprehensive Support and Guidance
Personalized Mentorship
At Rite Academy, we believe in providing personalized support to our students.
Our mentors are dedicated to guiding students throughout their training journey, offering valuable advice and assistance whenever needed.
This personalized approach helps students overcome challenges and achieve their academic and professional goals.
Job Placement Assistance
We offer robust job placement assistance to our graduates. Our extensive network of industry contacts and partnerships with leading companies ensures that students have access to the best job opportunities.
We are committed to helping our students launch successful careers and make meaningful contributions to the industry.
Success Stories
Alumni Achievements
The success of our alumni speaks volumes about the quality of education at Rite Academy.
Many of our graduates have gone on to achieve significant milestones in their careers, holding key positions in top companies around the world.
Their success stories are a testament to the efficacy of our training programs and the solid foundation they provide.
Conclusion
Enrolling in an MEP Course in Hyderabad at Rite Academy is a strategic decision for anyone looking to build a successful career in the engineering field.
With our comprehensive curriculum, practical training, experienced faculty, and global recognition, we provide an unparalleled learning experience that equips students with the skills needed to thrive in the industry.
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Ok but does this mean we finally get coach Federer trying to teach but ending up having a giggling fit with his young students, getting tanned under the Mallorcan sun with frankly ridiculous sunglasses, regularly disturbing rafa's practice sessions by constantly laughing at him from the sidelines, and being the ultimate cheerleader for twin little federers practicing with uncle rafa when he finally moved to the rafa nadal academy or what.
#i mean at this point it's gonna happen anyway rite who are we kidding#post-retirement rogi is a sporting coach director at rafa nadal academy and don't we know it#i feel like we need a fic for this#but then again knowing them it probably will happen by itself 🥲#fedal#roger federer#rafael nadal#tennis
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===+====+======+== Yandere monster gang
Introducing the incubus
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Yandere incubus who was clumsily failing his seduction classes and as a last resort the Hell academy sent him to the human realm with one special task in mind which is to seduce and feed off your dreams in order to get the rite of passage into becoming a full fledged member of the Succubi community. A task of which you voluntarily agreed to of course since you’re getting paid either way for the inconvenience.
Yandere incubus who gets flustered at the simplest of touches either from you idly brushing past him or if you’re trying to give him a helping hand with moving his things in as he was required to live in the same housing as you to accomplish his mission training.
Yandere Incubus who gets easily attached to his partner that was assign to him from being seduced by your friendly nature and gets comfortable enough to shamelessly cling onto you and whine whenever you have to leave him to go to work.
Yandere Incubus that gets pouty when being told that you have to hang out with other people other than just him and in retaliation he dives into your dreamscape feeding off your desires until it drains you physically and mentally allowing him to coddle you and nurse you back to health in his possessive embrace.
Yandere incubus that calls you dreamie because you always manage to give him an amazing spectacle from your lovely dreams that he withholds on corrupting with degrees of lewdity since that would be the end of his stay with his precious partner.
Yandere incubus who plays coy and is two faced around those who attempt to steal his darling away from him he’ll actively play the victim and turn everyone against his “aggressor” using his harmless cute facade who couldn’t hurt a fly as a cover up from the truth.
Yandere Incubus that’s addicted to the ideal of being with you and refuses to let this heavenly dream escape his grasp.
#yandere imagines#yandere male x reader#yandere x you#yandere drabble#yandere male#yandere scenarios#yandere oc#yandere x reader#yandere blurb#yandere monster#monster oc#yandere art#yandere headcanons#male yandere#artist on tumblr#digital art#illustration#yanderecore#yandere game#yandere monster gang#yandere x darling#yandere x y/n#procreate#yandere content#yandere concept#The Incubus#Yandere incubus
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dating consultations. [nagi seishiro x f!reader]
notes: it's like 'wow feelings eh' read in elmo voice. then add my nagi phase and my recent obsession with childhood friend!nagi, it turns out like this. warnings: mentions (in a very unserious way) and (manga esque) depiction of break up at the end (not between you and nagi), mentions of bunch of break ups on your part, pinning, childhood friends + gaming buddies (?), obliviousness, post canon au, minor cursing. wo/ta/koi influenced this in some ways.
“Nagi Seishiro, listen to me,” you began.
“Don’t wanna,” Nagi replied, without lifting his head from his phone.
“So, I think my boyfriend broke up with me after finding out I spent money on gacha game,” you continued on, ignoring Nagi’s refusal. “I mean, sure, that's not a good financial decision. But hey, my husband gotta go home somehow and it's like an extra money that I already planned to spend anyway. Don't you get it?”
“No, I don't.”
“Exactly—but you see, I also think that he was honest, and what bothered him the most is because he found out that you and I play better in another game that he also played…” you trailed off at a sudden, more unpleasant that appeared in your mind. “…Seishiro, if I suddenly kick you out of the leaderboard’s number one spot, you will still be my friend right?”
“Nope,” Nagi replied without missing a beat. Like a rite of passage, you knew what came afterward would make you angry. “Your aim at FPS sucks way too much for that to happen.”
Immediately, you heaved out a short huff. You then threw your body over Nagi’s quickly, cuddling the soft blanket draped over him and enjoying the soft detergent scent left on it. Whining and protesting, you “Cheer me up, you brat! I raised you on my back since kindergarten and this is how you repay me?! We grew up in the same litter—spare some sympathy for me!”
(Seishiro found his whole body stiffening when you buried your face on his shoulder and pressed your chest towards his arm. Through the blanket, he could faintly feel your warmth and body. Five years ago, this would have been something he would brush off without batting an eye. Having crushes on oblivious childhood friends who only saw you as childhood buddies is hard—Seishiro noted dully.)
“Eh, why?” Nagi questioned back, blankly, focus still drilled on the PVP shooting game he was on. “This is your…how many breaks up it had been already?”
“…I know your social IQ is low, but can you stop rubbing salt over my wounds?”
“Anyway, don’t you think you break up way too often already to feel hurt?”
“…”
“…”
“…”
“…ah,” Nagi mindlessly cut the silence between the two of you. “That headshot was dirty.”
“…you are really bad at this whole cheering up thing,” you chided, sounding all too fond for it to have any effect at all. “And stop making me sound like some Whatpad bad boy.”
(From the corner of his sight, Seishiro saw a small smile etched itself on your lips. It was still too bittersweet for his liking, but at least after this—like always, as Seishiro had come to remember after all this time, without willing to—you would cheer up and stop talking about your nth ex. You wouldn’t sulk anymore and go on with whatever else except some guy who happened to be your ex.)
“Didn’t you say you want to be one, back in middle school?” Nagi questioned. “Also hurry up and log in, I need to grind for new artifacts.”
“That was middle school!” you screeched, feeling your whole head heating up due to some embarrassing flashbacks. “And you are still playing another game—I will log in later—”
“I’m done,” Nagi said, perfectly timed with the winning screen his phone displayed. “Log in. Hurry. Hurry.”
You glared dirtily at Nagi and his timing—or luck, whichever it was this time. “I hate you. Also, use Al-Haizen and Seno, I want the full ikemen academy team today.”
“Their synergy is shit.”
“And they are handsome. Your point?”
“I don’t wanna.”
“I will curse you with all defense and flat sub stat if you dare.”
“…that’s awful,” Nagi said, finally. His defeat was imminent from the start.
You sent him a wolfish smile, “And I’m still your only gaming buddy. Shush and just log in, big koala.”
“The one who is stuck on my back is you,” Nagi commented, while still following your words and changing his team before requesting to go to your map.
You laughed as you pressed your phone. With a certain brand of closeness laced in your voice, you protested, “Why are you this nosy with me? Last time I checked you are pretty obedient to Mikage, Isagi, and your captain.”
(Seishiro tried to process your words for a moment. To him, the answer has always been obvious in the way that both you and him even bothered to stick close to each other even as the two of you approached the age of twenty together. In how the one you told everything to is still him despite everyone in your life. In how if you ask, he will walk through the city just to pick you up after a terrible date and walk side by side to your home.)
Nagi stayed silent for a moment. From his side profile—adorable, handsome, yet still as baby-faced and familiar as ever—you could see how he was thinking. Then, he offered you an answer in a half-baked, dry tone, “…because it’s you?”
Once again, you laughed. Trying to swallow whatever odd beat his answer managed to draw from your heart deep and away from your face. “Gosh—watch your wording, Sei—oh, you are in already. Let’s go artifact farming! If it’s shitty let it just be Seishiro’s and not mine!”
As you hurriedly pressed your screen, you tried to not realize Nagi’s stare from your side.
You were not ready yet to admit whatever you felt for him was real. This was only a side effect of consecutive terrible break ups.
That was it and nothing else.
(”I don’t think I am the one you are in love with,” your boyfriend—ex-boyfriend—told you gently. This was yet another same reason, just told to you in a gentler, more understanding way.
You could only watch him silently. You were confused, yet a part of you somehow managed to understand what he meant. However, you still couldn’t put what it was into words despite all that.
“..well, I don’t think you do it by purpose,” the man in front of you said with a nervous laugh. “…nonetheless, I’m rooting for the two of you. Don’t make him wait for too long, okay?”
Hearing that, even if you still couldn’t grasp much yet, you forced yourself to respond through your tears. “…I’m sorry...?”
“Don’t be. It should be me, really.” Ever the nice guy, your ex-boyfriend still smiled. “This is more of me saving myself from hurting in the future… just, think of it as me being bitter for being worse than you and that childhood friend of yours in that shooting game, okay?”
You laughed bitterly at that. Your crying hadn’t ceased yet, yet you managed out another reply, “Seriously? You are a shitty nice guy.”
Still smiling, your ex—a good friend, a gentle person, a diligent worker—gave you a chuckle that sounded guilty. “…sorry. I really hope we can still remain friends after this.”
“Of course. No way I’m letting go of a star student as a group project member just because of a breakup,” you joked, even if you were unsure of the future. Then, remembering how he is, you added, “And get your ugly mug off my sight now. We are breaking up—stop smiling, you bastard.”
“…well, then… should I… accompany you home…?”
“You are my ex now—no way, nice guy,” you shut him off quickly. Then, after a pause, it felt like an answer as you continued.
“…I will just call Nagi. Go away.”)
#bllk#bllk imagines#blue lock#bllk x reader#blue lock fluff#blue lock x reader#blue lock scenarios#bllk fluff#bluelock x reader#bllk nagi#nagi seishiro x reader#nagi seishirou#nagi x reader#nagi seishiro#nagi fluff#is this related to the other nagi fic? maybe but honestly not really#and also nagi is something as in this guy makes me fond but please do something about yourself. you worry me.#but this guy as the silently pinning childhood friend in concept is hilarious go nagi go boy
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You know what, we deserve a Brentwood Academy Reunion mini comic where Tim brings Bernard along and all the other guys keep sending him pitying looks because they think the poor guy should be warned that Tim will never catch onto his feelings for him.
And Bernard is like, "um, why is everyone giving me so much sympathy?" And Tim's like, "what are you talking about?" And then people literally pat him on his shoulder and tell him that they "get it" and they've "been through this too"
Bernard: What are you talking about??
Some guy from Brentwood: It's okay, man. It's practically a rite of passage at this point. You're here with Tim Drake as just a friend, right?
Tim, who heard that: Um, no? Bernard's my date
Literally everyone there: What.
Tim: Uh...yeah? He's my boyfriend
Everyone: *squeeze their wine glasses so hard they literally shatter*
#danny: how did you even get him to realise it was a date??#Bernard: got kidnapped. he was rescuing me and i said i felt bad i'd left our date midway. he wouldn't have figured out otherwise#danny: so you just needed to spell it out for him???? that's all i needed to do??? you're saying i had a shot???#tim: *joining them* a shot at what?#danny: at you!!#tim: a shot at me? wait. wait are you saying you wanted to assassinate me?? danny what the hell??#danny: see what i mean??!#bernard: *gives him a sympathetic pat on his shoulders*#tim drake#bernard dowd#timbern#timbern headcanon#tim drake headcanon
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The Kobayashi Alternative (or the 1000 deaths of James T. Kirk)
Finished this game (a text adventure) recently, and oh God, what a glorious mess it was!
The frame story (which only appears in the manual, by the way) places you as a Starfleet Academy cadet, playing a simulation of one of Kirk's famous missions, as a sort of alternative to the infamous Kobayashi Maru test (hence the title).
But the actual game revolves around Kirk's mission, trying to find Sulu, who has disappeared in the Trianguli sector. And you're given complete freedom to explore the area and planets in whatever order you choose, and to mess the game in whatever way you want.
And that's my main point of interest here. I've witnessed so, SO many deaths for poor Kirk, because of my ill-advised decisions...
Falling into craters, being run over by lava from a (not-so-extinct) volcano, sinking in quicksand, being eaten by a dragon, falling into a moat (and then being eaten), beaming down to a planet with a temperature of -250° in just my uniform (because why not?), or the more gruesome version of beaming down to a no-atmosphere planet without a spacesuit.
It's also possible to return to Earth without finishing the mission, just like that, which gets you court-martialed.
Or beam down some unsuspecting redshirt to a dangerous area, and to his unavoidable death (which here causes a Game-Over, very much unlike the series).
Want to swear at someone until the crew arrests you for bad conduct? Check.
*For the record, these are the swear words I found to work: bitch, bastard, suck, c*ck, f*ck, ass (use them in any combination you see fit).
There's also many crazy things to do, which don't necessarily lead to a game over.
Leave poor Scotty stranded on a planet and depart without him (good luck when you need something from Engineering).
Or make Spock mindmeld with clay.
Or tell McCoy to enter Spock's quarters, and just leave him there for the rest of the game.
There's a planet with aliens that are offended by clothes and will put you in jail for wearing them (well, this is inaccurate, because James Tits-Out Kirk would definitely beam down naked, if it would help the mission... and make sure to video-call Spock right before doing so).
Anyway, despite being a primitive game from 1985, I'm impressed by the sheer amount of possibilities and open-ended options in this game. The graphic adventures from the 90's (25th Anniversary, and specially Judgement Rites) are much, much better games overall.
But I wanted to talk a bit about these, more obscure text adventures.
If anyone's interested in playing them, I've found the best way is through this custom installer here, which includes all three adventures: https://collectionchamber.blogspot.com/p/star-trek-first-contact.html
It automatically runs the games through an emulator for modern systems, and has the last version of Kobayashi Alternative (which is very important, since previous versions were buggy as hell).
First Contact uses the same engine of Kobayashi, but since it's a much linear and smaller game, it's obvious a lot of options go un-used.
The Promethean Prophecy is a more traditional text adventure. It has some ingenious puzzles, but I found its typical plot of "go there and collect gems" less Trek-like.
#star trek tos#star trek videogames#text adventures#the kobayashi alternative#james t kirk#simon & schuster#abandonware#diane duane
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Premise: Not everyone can be the strongest sorcerer, Suguru knows this. Not everyone can have it all, no matter how hard they try. But there was one thing he wasn’t wiling to give to his best friend just like that, and that was you the only one who could made his demons go quiet…
Word count: 3691
Warning: spoilers of the original manga timeline~
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Summer months were your least favorite of all.
The air was hot, and breathing was unbearable, there was no trace of a single breeze, the mood around you always the worse. Not just you, but your teammates hated the season and not just due to the weather, but the excessive number of curses parading around, left barely any time left for you to even shower and scrub the stickiness of your skin off.
Being a first year in the Jujutsu academy wasn’t easy. The missions were tough, you were being tested all the time, your wit, your physical strengths, cursed energy levels, individual rites and skills; not just that, but you were constantly in danger specially being their new addition, they would always throw your team around for cleanup missions, messy back-up harsh ones and even sent you out to fight a special grade curse on your own once by mistake when they gave you Gojo-senpai’s mission instead, sending him to fight a lesser curse in the country side in error, one that almost got you and Nanami, who came after you when he realized what had happened, killed, though that’s what you signed up for.
Having to back up the two strongest sorcerers in the campus surely didn’t help.
Your party consisted of the very much constipated, moody Nanami Kento and the very opposite of that Haibara Yu. You got along with both of them just fine, they were both very different though, Nanami would always help you get your head straight, help you train, strive to be better, while Yu was always there to cheer you both up, always bright and smiley, a lovely man. But somehow you always ended up flocking around your seniors instead of your own group, regardless of the rumors of you and Nanami being actually a thing, your interests were some place else.
Shoko was a wonderful model figure, you wished to be like her one day, she’s still so young yet so powerful, being able to cure others was a noble task, much better than having to go around chasing ugly stinky curses. So you were seen around her often wanting to learn as much from her craft as possible. In all truth, she didn’t like having others snooping around, but you were helpful, having you there helped her with her experiments and helped her develop new techniques, having you around was far more useful than having her own teammates invading her personal space.
As for Gojo, he had an open crush on you. There was no soul in the school that didn’t know about the intense flirting and shameless looks he threw at you all the time. But then again, he does the same with almost every girl around, or so you thought, that’s what he leads on anyways.
You on the other hand, had a crush on his partner. The beautiful, kind, loved by many, Geto Suguru. A year your senior, yet the coolest guy you’ve ever seen in your entire life.
Unlike Gojo, he wasn’t as interested in you, as a woman at least. He’d give you the same attention he’d give the rest of your party. He was kind, gentle, always offered his advice, he did a great job taking care of his juniors and his own party, he was what every sorcerer wanted to be, powerful, known for and feared from, yet not cocky in the slightest.
It was impossible not to have a crush on him.
Though, as time went on, you noticed his demeanor change. He had bags under his eyes, his smile seemed shallow, fake even, his body thinning as days went by, his peaceful aura disappearing into oblivion. His attitude was very unlike him.
While everyone fuzzed about Gojo being the strongest sorcerer ever, all your worries were on his counterpart.
He wasn’t as needed anymore and his whole set of values were being challenged at that very moment. His sleep deprived self, had been overly consuming curses and he couldn’t think straight any longer, now unable to distinguish what was bad from what was good, it was a subjective concept after all.
“Geto-senpai! There you are! I’ve been looking for you all over the place.” he was leaning against a tree, seemingly lost in his thoughts when you found him. You could see he was coming back from a mission, his uniform and a good part of his face still covered with someone’s blood and remains of some kind of goo.
“(Y/N)? Sorry did you say something?” his smile didn’t reach his eyes, you could see how he was trying to avoid worrying you, he always dotted on your team and didn’t want his existential crisis to affect sweet little you, who was constantly checking up on him, unlike his friends.
“Just that I was looking for you. Here! I got you a souvenir from my last mission!” placing a small tin on his hand you smiled up at him, waiting for him to discover its content.
“Oh, for me? You didn’t have to bring me anything. Thank you. Let’s see, what could be hidden in this small box~” a little of the old Geto could be seen on his features every time you talked to him, it was nearly impossible for him to keep sulking in his insecurities when you smiled so sweetly up at him like that, your eyes shining with excitement, it was almost contagious. Maybe not everything was lost for him just yet.
“Cinnamon candy? Never tried them before, are they good?” he tilted his head, seemingly analyzing the treats. Normally Satoru was the one that received this sort of gifts, he didn’t know what to think about it. Did you perhaps confuse the two of them? He didn’t want to believe that was the case, you’d always been on his side unlike the rest who clearly preferred the strongest of all in their presence instead.
“I was just thinking about the last mission we had together. About how cool you looked while you were consuming that evil giant curse. But then it occurred to me, it must taste disgusting, poor senpai. Then! I saw these candies in a shop on my way here, cinnamon candies aren’t really what I would call sweet, they’re more like a cleanser, spicy even. It might make your job easier.” he was speechless, in all these years nobody ever thought of the consequences of his technique, nobody worried about him, it stirred something within him that he didn’t know he could feel. You were always this kind and not just towards him, but right there, a few minutes ago, he had been hating on humanity with all his might, hating on all those looser monkeys, good for nothings, hating on his own friends even, how they left him behind, how they didn’t care about him as much anymore. And now there you were, being as selfless as one can be, thinking about him even during one of your missions. Getting distracted like that while fighting curses could get you killed, it was a worrying thought, but one that filled his chest with a warmth he didn’t know it could shine so brightly within him.
“Senpai?” you reached inside your skirt pocket to look for your hand towel, gently dapping the blood away from his handsome face.
“Sorry, I’m spacing out a lot today. Thank you, you’re a sweetheart, nobody really cares about good old Geto and his disgusting technique these days.” his smile was more genuine this time, making your cheeks tinge with different shades of red, you hadn’t seen him smile like this in quite some time, it made you feel proud of still being able to pull smiles out of him unlike the rest.
“It’s not disgusting! I actually think is cooler than Gojo senpai’s.” you whispered the last part making him chuckle. To think he was on the edge of despair a few minutes ago.
Maybe not all was lost just yet.
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His self-doubts kept growing oddly quickly, Satoru’s success rate and popularity fanning the fire of his loneliness even more.
There were few moments now where he got to be with his teammates, most of the missions were now handed to Satoru alone without questioning and that was taking a toll on every sorcerer there was in the school, not just him, the mood around the classrooms was grim, some of the upperclassmen didn’t even attend to classes often anymore. What for? They weren’t necessary any longer, not with the heir of the Gojo clan and his almighty technique at their beck and call.
You wandered around the training grounds looking for the apple to your eye when a wild Gojo jumped at you from some side bushes. “Jeez senpai! You almost gave me a heart attack, what the heck!” you were panting, trying to calm your racing heart from the jump scare.
“Your fault, how do you pretend to be a good sorceress when you can’t even notice ME, the great Gojo Satoru, the best there is out there~” he leaned against you, snaking his arm around your shoulders, a full confidence display that you weren’t comfortable with.
Shrugging him off, you walked over to Shoko, who you spotted not far from the offense zone reading a book on her own while trying her best to ignore her annoying teammate as usual, Gojo trailing behind you like a wounded puppy, “You’re so mean to me (Y/N), you’re always hurting my poor heart. Maybe a little kiss from those pretty lips of yours could help it heal~~” Shoko could physically feel your frustration irradiating from your body from where she was sitting, sighing in shame and about to puke at his antics she got up, facing you. “He’s over there, (Y/N).” she pointed over to a set of stone steps to the side, hidden by some trees. You couldn’t see him, but he could see you and the entire scene unfold, a proud smirk shining at the way you rejected him so easily.
“What? You didn’t come to see me, sunshine? I could swear you came to ask me on a date. But don’t worry, I won’t make you go through it I know it can be embarrassing, let me ask you out instead.” the lust filled eyes he was giving you made Geto get up from his seat, walking over to you faster than he intended to.
“Senpai!” your eyes lit up like a Christmas tree as soon as he was in your line of view, causing Gojo to scuff.
“Hey, were you looking for me?” he addressed you and you only, infuriating Satoru who had tried really hard to get your attention and that had now been lost to his best friend.
“I was! I haven’t seen you around much lately…I was worried…” he reached over for one of your hands, looping it around his right arm. “Shall we go get something to drink then, catch up maybe? I’ve missed you too...” the soft tone he was using with you made an entire swarm of butterflies move permanently to your guts, Satoru’s look of disbelief causing Shoko to snort. This was very unlike Geto, he’s never hitting on girls, that was Gojo’s role in the team.
“What? You seriously didn’t know they were like a thing, sort of? You’re ridiculous Gojo, and you dare to call yourself his best friend? Have you not seen the way they look at each other? Even I get it and I don’t give a damn about anybody’s love life.”
“What do you mean a thing?” his eyes were glued to your bashful smile, the way your eyelashes fluttered oh so beautifully for another man, for his brother in arms, his best friend, he didn’t know how to feel about the entire situation, specially not now that he saw the way Suguru returned your smile, honey dripping from it just as it was from yours.
He did have an honest crush on you, he loved how sweet you were and how cute you looked when you were being all shy. He wished you’d smile for him the way you were smiling right now for his friend. And the truth is he didn’t really know you were interested in Geto, not romantically at least, he thought you were just being nice as usual with your seniors, maybe he was just always too busy and failed to notice both of you slipping through his fingers.
Geto had never been interested in dating anyone, that was a known fact, it was just not in his plans for the near future. But having you around made him feel calm, made him forget how desperate he felt, made him feel understood. Your smile could drown his doubts and sorrows, just like your candy could kill the nasty taste of death from his tongue.
Suguru knew Satoru was serious about you, he knew him well after all, but so was he. Satoru didn’t need you the way he did, he was already the strongest, the most wanted dead and alive, the one every woman drool for. He loved his friend, that was never a lie. But he wasn’t willing to share the only ray of light he had in his life with anyone, not even with him.
A possessive hand landed over the one you were resting on his arm as he walked you to the closest cafe to the school, his guard going up almost creating a bubble around you, separating you two from the rest of the world.
To you it felt endearing, to others, Shoko and Satoru included, felt dangerous.
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The night Yu died in your mission, you lost a part of yourself.
Nanami was just as broken, blaming himself for what happened while you just couldn’t stop crying. You knew this could happen at any time, your job was dangerous, and you were still new to the arts of sorcery. But you didn’t expect to lose the center of your team, everyone loved him, even Nanami was nice to him. It was a hard blow for the two of you and the school in general.
What was even more unexpected was the fact that the events had triggered Suguru to commit an atrocious act.
You were all broken, confused, hurt.
Nothing made sense to you anymore.
Not only had you lost your friend and teammate, but the man you loved committed treason and killed a bunch of harmless humans without a documented valid reason to do so.
The news hit you like a train, it had to be a misunderstanding, he’s the kindest man you’ve ever met, you decided not to believe in anyone but Suguru himself, you wouldn’t form an opinion on the matter until you had formally talked to him, he did have a different view on the world, not everyone understands him the way you do.
That night, the window to your room opened from the outside, waking you up from your restless sleep. “S-suguru…?” it was pitch black outside and all you could see was the outline of his hairstyle illuminated by the moon shining on your wall, but you could recognize him with your eyes closed, his scent, his presence, you knew it was him.
“Yeah…can I…?” he walked over to your bed, clearly distraught. Understanding what he wanted you moved to the side, making space for him to join you under your blanket, waiting for him with your arms opened and a warm welcoming smile on your lovely face.
“Is it true…?” he buried his face on your chest at your question, letting you untie his bun and run your fingers through his long hair. You’ve gotten closer over the past few months, yet you weren’t officially a couple, not to others at least. You kept things private, late night secret meetings, stolen kisses behind trees, an unnumbered amount of quiet cuddling sessions in your bedroom when his thoughts claimed the best of him, but this was all just for the two of you, the world didn’t need to witness your relationship to give it any sort of worth or weight, you two were the only ones that mattered in the situation.
“Yeah…I killed them all. They…were torturing these little girls just because they are like us, even had them locked up in a cage like if they were some type of wild animal in a circus…they all deserved death… Didn’t they, baby?” he looked up at you searching your eyes for your approval, he knew in his heart he did the right thing, but a side of him was uncertain if you would cast him aside for his actions and go to Satoru instead.
“Hmm…I trust your judgement. If there was no other choice, I would have saved the girls too. You did great, love.” your soft smile filled his chest with that familiar warmth he grew addicted to, he knew you’d be on his side, there’s just no one like you.
He wanted you, needed you.
Right now.
Always.
“Come with us, babe. The girls don’t have anywhere to go, they’re my family now. I was thinking maybe you could come too? Go away, never look back…Make this world a better place…together….” his head was back on your chest, satisfied with the way his day was going. He didn’t even need to see your face, he knew he would win you over even without trying hard to convince you.
He wasn’t manipulating you, he truly wanted you by his side, wanted you as his queen, as queen of the new world, a world where everyone would be part of his family, where nobody would ever feel lonely again, where he didn’t have to eat more curses, where sorcerers wouldn’t be treated like pests, or worse, like government toys.
“Are you asking me to be the mother of your new daughters, Suguru~?” you giggled, joking around to lighten the mood a bit.
“That’s exactly what I am asking you, yes.” he placed a loving kiss on the middle of your chest bone, his hand rubbing circles onto your hips.
You knew he wasn’t joking; this was serious, but he was now a criminal sentenced to death, Gojo would be sent out for his head. Was that the life you wanted? The life of a criminal on the run?
It wasn’t ideal, but a life without Suguru in it was even worse, he was all you wanted, regardless of the implications of that decision.
“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go before Gojo-senpai senses you in my room.” the smirk he gave you made heat pool in your stomach; you weren’t really trying to give him any crazy idea…
“Oh, but why? That would be so much fun…shall we make it known to him before we leave, how much you enjoy having me in your room…?” his mind had twisted even more as of recent, his possessiveness growing constantly with every little look Satoru gave your way. The thought of him knowing how much you desire and love each other instigating fire within him.
The night was long.
Satoru did feel his presence, but Suguru wasn’t stupid, he didn’t allow that to happen until you two were about to leave. He wanted him to know about your passionate encounter, he wanted him to realize you had gone with him, that you had chosen him, even if he was now a wanted criminal, a murderer, you still preferred him over Mr.Perfection.
When Satoru arrived at your room it was too late. All your stuff nowhere to be seen, your bed in disarray, the smell of mixed arousals and sweat hitting him right up his nose the moment he got in. He did it on purpose, and he knew it, made it clear for him he had claim you in every possible way, that you were his and his only.
Satoru was the one broken now, he lost his best friend, his teammate, his brother. And he also lost the only girl he’d been genuinely in love with. All in one night, without the chance to fight for any of you.
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Satoru went after Suguru many times, never being enough of a man to actually kill him, but he hadn’t had the chance to see you after you left.
Suguru kept you and your adoptive daughters safe in his newly acquired secret mansion, gave his queen everything and then some more. His family was a top priority for him, even if it wasn’t the only one.
Though, Satoru knew you’d come out of your hiding place if he dared to touch your man, and so you did.
He had attracted Geto releasing high quality curses within a secure invisible barrier, not even other special grade sorcerers would realize there was one to begin with, knowing he wouldn’t be able to pass on the feast. He knows how you always worried when he overconsumed them, and you would insist to tag along to keep your man in check.
What he didn’t expect to see though was how he consumed curse after curse, after curse, all high grades, with you in his arms. You kissed him deeply while the curses were still mingling inside his mouth, both laughing hysterically as you both indulged the curses as if they were carnal pleasures. A very different picture from the one he had in his head for his sweet innocent love and his best friend.
A grotesque scene, to him that is. To you and Suguru it was nothing but exhilarating and arousing. The taste of death mixed in with your deliciousness, it was addictive, to the both of you. Satoru was about to leave, disappointment sipping within his broken heart, his best friend turned wicked, his cute love lost her mind. That’s when he saw a little girl running towards you, panic almost dragging him to the scene.
“Mama! Are you done now? Mimiko is falling asleep!” Suguru kissed one last bit of curse out of your plush lips before indulging his daughter, quickly getting to them and lifting them both in his arms.
So this is how it was now, there was nothing left to save.
Nothing made Suguru happier than having his very dysfunctional and broken family gathered in his arms. You were all happy, satisfied with your current life.
Yeah, he definitely made the right choice…
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Hello! I'm Senua! 🤗
Welcome to my world! 👋
I am obsessed with Gale Dekarios and Baldur's Gate 3. I also love animals (especially dogs, cats and horses), the Viking age, tattoos, and existentialism. This post pretty much sums up who I am!
I write BG3 fics, mainly about Gale. I write angst, hurt/comfort, and smut (Gale x Tav/OC/reader).
Below the cut, you can find a list of my work and an assortment of things I love. You can also find me on AO3.
I'd love to get to know you, so please feel free to pop me an ask or message with any comments, questions, thoughts or requests! Just don't be a hater. I'm not into those.
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Fics
Enough (Non-18+. Astarion x female Tav. Angst. Trauma and recovery.) AO3 link
You agreed to help Astarion with the Rite of Profane Ascension, but you can't watch him go through with it. You interrupt the ritual, and Astarion turns on you. Now, you must deal with the aftermath of your actions.
Love and Beauty (Non-18+. Non-ascended Astarion x female Tav. References to bereavement.) AO3 link
A few days after Astarion has taken you to his grave, you are lying in bed together. You decide it's time to make a confession.
Rest (Non-18+. Gale x female Tav. Hurt/comfort.) AO3 link
You have defeated the Netherbrain and survived. But when Gale asks you to marry him, you find that you cannot accept his offer.
Content (Non-18+. Gale x Tav. Mild hurt/comfort. Fluff.) AO3 link
After the reunion party, Gale wonders whether you regret choosing him over Astarion.
Prayer (Non-18+. God!Gale. Gale x Tav. Heavy angst. Grief/mourning.) AO3 link
The God of Ambition has returned to Elysium, and you did not follow him. You grieve for Gale, and you struggle to move on with your life.
A Show of Love (18+. NSFW. Gale x female reader/Tav. Smut.) AO3 link
Sometimes, Gale doesn't seem sure how much you love him. So you decide to show him.
Words (18+. NSFW. Gale x female reader/Tav. Smut.) AO3 link
At your home in Waterdeep, you and Gale recall the early stages of your relationship.
Progress (Non-18+. Professor Gale x female OC. Angst. Mental illness and recovery.) AO3 link
When you start your studies at Blackstaff Academy, you expect a battle with your demons. But the last thing you expect is to fall in love.
Promise (Non 18+. Professor Gale x female OC. Angst with a happy ending. Mental illness and recovery.) AO3 link
Gale learns what it means to love and be loved. Sequel to Progress.
A Brush With Danger (Non 18+. Gale x female Tav.)
Anon prompt: Gale's thoughts and feelings before his infamous declaration in the Shadow-Cursed Lands.
Unexpected (18+. NSFW. Professor Gale x female reader/Tav. Smut.) AO3 link
You pay Gale an unexpected visit after one of his classes.
Absolution (Non-18+. God!Gale. Gale x Tav. Angst.) AO3 link
The God of Ambition considers the last of his attachments. Sequel to Prayer.
The Difference (Non-18+. AU (reverse isekai). Gale x female Tav/OC. Angst. Hurt/comfort. Mental health issues.) Multichapter. AO3 link
When a portal appears in your living room and Gale Dekarios tumbles out of it, you think you are going insane. But truth is stranger than fiction, and things are rarely what they seem.
Mortal pleasures (18+. NSFW. Smut. Gale x female Tav/reader.) AO3 link
Gale has shown you how gods bond in the astral. Now, you show him how good mortal pleasures can be.
Drabble tennis
Gale-based to and from drabbles with the magnificent writer extraordinaire @theletteraesc
* Hands
* Asking for help
* Introverts
* Undiagnosed sorcerer
* Pillow talk
* Challenge accepted
Memes
I occasionally make Gale-related memes because I think I'm funny 💀
* The inside of my brain
* When your soul mate is a pixel man
* Smooching Gale - the struggle
* Gale porn is therapeutic
* Fic vs therapy
* Gale's chest hair
My OCs
I like to make things about my OCs, because who doesn't? 🥰
Mia Zhang (from The Difference)
* Playlist
* Picrew of Gale x Mia
* This or That
* Nine things
* Five songs/outfits
Aurora Dekarios nee Wintertal (from Progress and Promise)
* Picrew of Gale x Aurora
* This or That
Gifts
* My dear friend @dolceaspidenera made some wonderful gifsets of Gale x Aurora from Progress and Promise. They are so beautiful, I still haven't recovered from them.
* Lovely @mahiiimahiiii made a beautiful piece of art inspired by The Difference, which overwhelms me with so many feels.
* My beloved bestie @practicallydeadinside-blog gifted me a cameo from national treasure Tim Downie explaining why Gale is so shredded and it changed my life.
She has also blessed me with:
- a comic strip of Words which has destroyed my ovaries and impaired my cognitive functions.
- a phenomenal drawing of Mia from The Difference.
* I commissioned one of my favourite artists @demiesop to draw Gale and Mia from The Difference, and Gale and Aurora from Promise, and she truly delivered.
* Tim Downie kindly did a beautiful reading of Gale and Mia's wedding vows from The Difference, which I treasure so much.
* Wonderful @alpydk wrote a heartrending poem dedicated to Elspeth from The Difference. I'm beyond amazed.
* For my birthday, amazing @inglorionamy-ammy did a beautiful tribute not only to Gale and Tara but to my best buddy George who passed away. I cherish it.
#baldurs gate 3 fanfiction#bg3 fanfiction#gale fic#astarion fic#bg3 gale fic#bg3 gale smut#gale smut
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Dancers of the Tanztheater Wuppertal in Pina Bausch’s The Rite of Spring
Performed at the Brooklyn Academy of Music in 2017
Photos by Stephanie Berger
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Dammit I just saw a screenshot of a post with a story AU that was screaming Jaytim potential but I've lost it forever- I'll just write out the idea
A fantasy story AU where a magical academy has a rivalry between two of their departments; the archaelogy department and necromancy department.
The archaelogy department keeps getting their bones stolen by the necromancy department for 'studies' and 'rituals', and the necromancy department will constantly have archaelogy students interrupting said rituals to ask the undead about funeral rites.
Jason Todd in archaelogy department BECAUSE I need him to nerd out about bones/fossils and imagine necromancy scholar Tim finding out that Jason has died before and is technically, a zombie. Imagine his fascination with Jason and studying him, but Jason turns to see a blank-eyed, dark circles for days Timothy Drake staring into his soul.
Jason gifting Tim bones for his specific studies when they start courting.
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any ttrpgs for spooky dark boarding school stories? gotham academy, the boarding school: las cumbres, wednesday, that kinda thing?
THEME: Dark Boarding Schools
Hello there, at first I felt like this overlapped with all of my magic school recommendations, but once I did some digging, I realized that there's a lot of big differences! That also means that there was a good number of games I haven't recommended before, so I hope there's something here that fits what you're looking for.
Tangled Blessings, by Cassi Mothwin.
On the eve of your final exam at Brackroot Academy, what mysteries, secrets, dread, and drama will you recall from your last four years of schooling?
Tangled Blessings is a solo journaling or two-player RPG inspired by dark academia media, ghost stories, and graduate school. Featuring a wizarding college, wandering specters, assigned houses, curses, devils’ bargains and more supernatural flavor, Tangled Blessings blends horror and the fantastical to help players craft a story that spans their time at the academy — culminating in one final showdown against their rival.
If your favorite stories ever involved sneaking around an ancient building, uncovering dangerous secrets, studying in a dusty library, practicing spells on the lawn, or making perilous deals with creatures lurking in the darkness… This game is for you.
Tangled Blessings is a game about discovering the dark secrets hidden behind the allure of a secret magical world. You use a tarot deck to determine your character’s placement at the school, the nature of their rival, and the ghosts and creatures that will emerge throughout your years at the school. Each year is represented by a series of card draws, which will represent events that you have to decide how you respond to. If you play this game using the 2-player variant, each of you will play each-other’s rivals, comparing your results to see how the school year affects the both of you. The game culminates in a Final Exam that will determine whether you or or rival comes out on top.
St. Hornbeck, by belsaas.
Welcome to St. Hornbeck College/
Atop a small hill in the woods just outside the small town of Southfield, WI sits a College. Old, copper-rimmed limestone
buildings huddle together against the harsh winters, while herds of students wander between them in search of wisdom, kinship and the occasional party. Soon, those herds of students will include you. There are two main reasons for enrolling at St. Hornbeck. Firstly, they have a leading program in the field you want to major in (yes, whatever you may choose). Secondly, there are only a handful of colleges that accept monster-teens in America…
This game relies on traditional teenage tropes to inform your character background, and leans fully into the allegory of monstrosity being a metaphor for young adulthood. Gameplay occurs over a series of scenes, marking various days in the calendar of the school year. In each scene, you can roll for or choose complications related to your monstrosity as a way to invite tension and obstacles for your characters to overcome.
If you want to see something that’s a bit darker, you might want to check out this game’s inspiration, by snagging Midnight Oil from Jay Dragon’s Patreon.
Lost Years, by Summerwood Games.
The boarding school in this game is any boarding school, every boarding school. The walls are old stone or red brick, the dormitories are filled with young people going through the agonizing process of becoming themselves, classrooms retrofitted with ceiling tiles and modern lighting.
There are spaces of this school that belong only to us students, sacred rites performed in them that mean nothing to others and everything to us. We smoke cigarettes in the basement, make out in the tack room, make meaningful eye contact across the cricket pitch. I will tell you two truths and a lie: no one can take these years from us, none of us will be the same when we leave, no class will teach us more than we learn from one another. Can you see now which one is the lie? We couldn’t.
Lost Years is a Belonging Outside Belonging game set in a boarding school menaced by a mysterious force that threatens to empty the students of everything that makes them themselves. Meant for 3-5 players, it can be played as a one-shot but is most suited for multi-session play.
Lost Years looks to be a game that focuses on the emotional highs and lows of being a teenager trying to survive in a strange environment away from the eyes of their parents - but still under the control of some form of authority. Your characters will fill the roles of various tropes from boarding school media, such as the Sporty One, or the Witchy One.
Because this game is BoB, the school itself will fill the foreground, with various locations such as the Attic and the Greenhouse being fleshed out by different players around the table. If you want a game that focuses on the themes of dark academia and how they affect the relationships of these students, you might want to check out Lost Years.
Never & More, by Small Stories.
NEVER & MORE is a quick-play roleplaying game and Edgar Allan Poe-inspired hack of John Harper's Lasers & Feelings.
You are the newest recruits of The Society of Ushers, an occult secret society. Your mission is to prove yourself to your superiors, master the rituals required to move up a rung, and learn how to talk to ravens. Your direct superior and teacher, the Belfry-Devil, has finally deemed you suitable to circulate by yourselves amongst greater society, trusting you to remain faithful to the Ushers in the face of attempted poaching, targeted seduction, and superior parties.
This isn’t necessarily a game about academia, but I think it carries similar elements of learning, dark secrets, and hierarchy. Lasers and Feelings games balance your characters between two qualities; in this case, you are torn between your desire for safety and your hunger for knowledge. You can play this as a one-shot or draw it out if you like, just keep in mind that these types of games usually don’t have resources for character advancement, so your characters won’t gain any new abilities - although whether or not they learn from their mistakes is up to you.
Precarious Prep, by Seaworks.
Welcome to Precarious Prep.
Something dark is going on at Precarious Preparatory School, and one detective - your GM - needs somebody on the inside. In the daytime you'll take classes, get to know the students and faculty, figure out who you can trust. The better you do in class, the faster you'll level up. At night you'll investigate the campus, search for clues, and unlock puzzles. Report your discoveries to the detective to gain points.
Instead of having 6 universal stats, Precarious Prep uses a curriculum - the stats your character takes on are determined by the course load you pick up each trimester. The better you do in classes, the more firepower you’ll have in your investigations. Classes can be fully relevant, partially relevant, or irrelevant to the checks you need to make throughout the game, so coordinate with your team and round out your education with a variety of skills.
Precarious Prep uses something called Discovery Points to indicate how close your students are to revealing what exactly is going on at this preparatory school. Your characters use the things they are learning in class to investigate the mystery, while trying to avoid generating enough suspicion to get them kicked out. Many of the rules strive to generate a number of different gambles that the players can take while trying to gather information - will you do something that increases your chances of success while also increasing your chances of getting expelled? Can you get enough information before the school year ends - or before one of you gets killed?
This game is still in open beta, which means it’s free, but also that it might still have some kinks that need to be worked out. The designer is very eager for feedback, so if you take a look at this game, you might be able to contribute to the final product!
I’d Also Recommend….
The Gardening Club, by Wizard of Ox.
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my brother and i were curious so. poll time.
pls reblog for sample size i want as many aa fans to see this as possible
vote for your favorite third case on my brother's poll! (link)
#ace attorney#ace attorney investigations#the great ace attorney#dai gyakuten saiban#aai1#aai2#gaa#gaa2#dgs#dgs2#poll
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Fanfic - Mash/Rayne
Okay, so I am working on this Mash/Rayne fanfic, it is not going to be a long one and I plan to post it on AO3 later... I guess I just want to know if you guys will like it :))
(Still a draft)
So here it goes
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In the magical realm, where magic reigns supreme, everyone possesses the ability to wield it, and social status is determined by magical skill. Utilizing one's wand for daily tasks like opening doors or cleaning dishes is highly valued, showcasing one's reliance on magical prowess over physical strength. Magic serves as the cornerstone of society, maintaining balance and hierarchies. The second pillar of this society is the second gender, organizing power dynamics and relationships.
Each child is born with a magic mark and unique magical abilities, but their second gender remains a mystery until their late teen years. At Easton Magic Academy, a special potion is given to students at the end of the first semester, unlocking their second gender—Alpha, Beta, or Omega. This moment, known as Presenting, is a celebrated rite of passage, symbolizing a crucial step into adulthood and marking their magical development.
Close to the Yule holiday, flying lessons are canceled, allowing students to prepare for Presenting. A mandatory class is held to address questions and assist in preparations. As the final week approaches, excitement fills the air, with students eagerly anticipating the revelation of their second gender. Teachers ease up on assignments, providing more free periods, aware that even the most disciplined students will be captivated by the upcoming event. Predicting one's second gender is challenging, but signs manifest as Presenting nears. Alphas may display increased outbursts and anger, Betas might appear aloof, and Omegas often develop an acute sense of smell.
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In the magical realm, where magic reigns supreme, everyone possesses the ability to wield it, and social status is determined by magical skill. Utilizing one's wand for daily tasks like opening doors or cleaning dishes is highly valued, showcasing one's reliance on magical prowess over physical strength. Magic serves as the cornerstone of society, maintaining balance and hierarchies. The second pillar of this society is the second gender, organizing power dynamics and relationships.
Each child is born with a magic mark and unique magical abilities, but their second gender remains a mystery until their late teen years. At Easton Magic Academy, a special potion is given to students at the end of the first semester, unlocking their second gender—Alpha, Beta, or Omega. This moment, known as Presenting, is a celebrated rite of passage, symbolizing a crucial step into adulthood and marking their magical development.
Close to the Yule holiday, flying lessons are canceled, allowing students to prepare for Presenting. A mandatory class is held to address questions and assist in preparations. As the final week approaches, excitement fills the air, with students eagerly anticipating the revelation of their second gender. Teachers ease up on assignments, providing more free periods, aware that even the most disciplined students will be captivated by the upcoming event. Predicting one's second gender is challenging, but signs manifest as Presenting nears. Alphas may display increased outbursts and anger, Betas might appear aloof, and Omegas often develop an acute sense of smell.
Mash sneezes for what feels like the hundredth time that day. If sneezing builds muscle mass, he'd be cool with it, but since it doesn't, it's just annoying. He's dead sure Finn switched up his shampoo because now it smells like mint toothpaste, a scent that makes him want to gag.. Not that he is sensitive to smells, but mint has always managed to put him off. He remembers Grandpa's attempt at minty chocolate cookies, resulting in three days of sleeping outdoors due to how badly the house smelled after the culinary adventure.
His friend turns around to look at him with furrowed brows. “"Mash, you good? You've been sneezing non-stop." And as if to prove Finn has a point he lets a series of sneezes in sequence that even make Dot stop mid-rant to look at him worriedly. “Are you sure you didn’t catch a cold during the last flying lesson?”
“Nope, no cold” he says quickly with a vigorous nod. With the amount of working out he does there is not a chance any virus will cling to his body. His friends seem to accept his answer and move on with the conversation.
Needing a distraction from the minty smell, he fishes out a profiterole from his robes, munching on it. Yeah, the snack sure helps him get past Finn's weird shampoo, letting him join in the chat. Now that he can actually pay attention to what they are talking about it comes as no surprise that the topic of the moment is the same as the past couple of days: Presenting.
Dot keeps yapping about how much he would love to Present as an Alpha, to which Lance makes a remark that he was clearly more Omega material. “Take that back Crown!” Dott says angrily, pointing his wand at him, but Lance just keeps laughing with Lemon and Finn.
Mash manages a chuckle, but he really doesn’t get it. People seem to think it is a big deal and to him it all just sounds like a lot of work. Runts and heats. Suppressants and blockers. Ugh, it makes his head hurt. He takes one final bite of his profiterole and makes a mental note to bake more at night. Perhaps it will be just like magic, maybe he was born without a second gender as well.
“I think you will be an Alpha, Mash-kun” Lemon says sweetly while sliding to his side and keeping pace with him. “We will be mates. It is written in the stars!” She says dreamily. That changes the focus of the conversation to him. And soon there are four pairs of eyes on him, assessing as if trying to place him in a box.
“Oh, for sure, Mash will be an Alpha,” Lance says with enough certainty in his voice that Mash almost takes his word for it. “I, myself, believe I will present as a Beta. My family has a tradition of Betas.” Mash doesn’t know much about this whole second gender thing, but if anyone could present as a Beta, that person would be Lance Crown. His friend is a calm and thoughtful person, one that could easily diffuse any fights and present the most reasonable arguments.
“Yeah, I can see that. For both of you.” Finn then adds timidly, "Dot, you will be an Alpha. I remember when my brother was close to Presenting, and you behave much like he did." Dot beams at Finn, while Finn, in a resigned tone, declares himself doomed to be an Omega. There is a sadness in his voice as if the thought of being an Omega is unbearable for reasons that Finn keeps close to his chest and doesn't let anyone see. It is so heartbreaking that it moves Mash to join-in the conversation to try and comfort his friend.
“Perhaps I will be an Omega too, Finn.” Mash blurts without much thinking.
“And hell will freeze over. Yeah, sure.” Dot says dismissively.
The conversation fades as they walk in silence in the direction of the Great Hall to grab dinner. Supposedly there is going to be burgers and fries for dinner today.
Near the massive doors, Mash catches a whiff of something buttery and sweet. His friends look horrified as he closes his eyes sniffing the air like a dog, or bunny, whatever, trying to figure out where it's coming from. Profiteroles. He might have drooled a bit. It was so sweet, but also strong, with a delicious hint of caramel and a note of something rich and heavy like honey. It makes his mouth water at the thought of taking a bite of that sweet treat. He checks his pockets for a secret snack but finds only crumbs. Now, he's frantically searching for the source.
“Burnedead, what the hell are you doing?” Dot asks impatiently by the doors.
Mash just closes his eyes and tries being guided solemnly by his sense of smell. It was a great idea until he found himself hitting a very solid wall. Except it wasn’t a wall.
“Care to explain what is the meaning of this, Mash?” Rayne Ames' raspy voice startles him. Feeling embarrassed, Mash tries to act cool, but his heart's doing gymnastics. Mash adds to his mental list to cram some extra cardio tomorrow on his routine. Certainly it is not normal for a healthy heart to do that.
His friends stare at them in horror. Clearly worried for his well-being. Lance, by the glint in his eyes, is already calculating the chances of Mash surviving this interaction and judging from the deep frown lines in his forehead, the odds are not in his favor. Anyway, to more important matters. “Do you have any profiteroles?”
Rayne just chuckles. “So, you caught a whiff of profiteroles on me?" Rayne teases and Mash just nods lamely. Another chuckle. “Sorry to disappoint you, but I have none. I guess you can let go of my robes now.”
That startles him. He didn’t realize he was holding on to Rayne for dear life. Mash blushes and reluctantly releases Rayne's robes, his friends continue to look at him in a mix of concern and confusion. “Sorry... Thought I smelled some...”
Lance, still assessing the survival odds in his mind, decides it's time to steer the ship back on course.
"Come on, Mash, let's get some grub," Lance suggests with a subtle nod toward the Great Hall. The others follow suit, Dot shooting Mash one last worried glance before leading the way. Mash just keeps staring at Rayne, red on the cheeks still.
Raynes is smirking now. "It's cool," he reassures him and nods toward the doors, indicating for him to follow his friends now, before disappearing down the corridor, leaving Mash all flustered.
Helplessly he turns around and just goes after his friends.
As they enter the Great Hall, the delicious scent of profiteroles lingers, teasing Mash's senses. He can't help but look around for the source, still secretly hoping to find that sweet treat. The group secures a table, and as they settle in, Dot can't help but voice the question on everyone's mind.
"Okay, Mash, spill it. What was that back there? Sniffing around like a bloodhound? And you nearly tackled Rayne Ames!"
Mash scratches his head, a sheepish grin forming on his face. "I just caught a whiff of something amazing, you know? Butter and caramel and... something rich. I thought someone had profiteroles, and I got a bit carried away."
Lance raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Profiteroles? Really, Mash? You practically turned into a dessert detective."
Mash shrugs, unfazed. "What can I say? A guy's gotta follow his nose."
Finn, always the peacemaker, chimes in, "Well, let's just be glad Rayne took it in stride. No harm done."
The group laughs it off, and soon, the conversation shifts to lighter topics. They discuss plans for the upcoming Yule holiday, their favorite magical creatures, and the latest gossip around the academy. The scent of profiteroles gradually fades, replaced by the savory aroma of the dinner spread before them.
As they enjoy their meal, Mash can't help but steal a glance down the hall where Rayne disappeared. The misadventure may have left him a bit flustered, but deep down, he's secretly glad he followed his nose—even if it did lead him to an unexpected encounter with the enigmatic Rayne Ames.
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I love your posts. They're truly amazing. I've been doing a lot of my own research into Lolthian Drow culture as well, but have been unable to find much about formal holidays or the nedeirra. Anything you might know about any of that?
Hello! As for the festivals traditionally celebrated by Lolth-sworn drow, in books about Menzoberranzan for 2e and 4e there are mentioned three annual festivals specific to this city:
🕷️ Ceremony Of Graduation - celebrated by all the houses that have a member (or members) graduating from the Academy that year. Basically, a great feast with lots of dancing and drinking that spreads to the entire city - younger students and masters leave the Academy this day to visit their families, and graduated students and priestesses celebrate with wanton abandon as equals.
According to tradition and Lolth's will, on the day before, on the day of and on the day after the ceremony any conflicts between houses are forbidden. Most house servants and warriors are allowed three days of leisure, all trade is forbidden and the entire city is closed for the outside visitors. Many drow during this time, especially younger, are generally more relaxed, fun-seeking, drunken and less vigilant than normally.
Description of the main graduation rite can be found in R. A. Salvatore's Homeland, and an adequate summary is on FR wikia.
🕷️ Festival Of The Founding - celebrated on 20th day of Ches, on anniversary of the formal founding of the city. Drow celebrate this festival with their families, dining together - participants of the feast raise toasts to Lolth, to Menzoberranzan and to the founders of their family, and they tell tales about their ancestors.
The entire day is one of leisure and all the shops are closed, but the dinner lasts only for the second half of a day.
It is also believed that during this time, Lolth herself walks through the city in a form of a drow, listening to her people and judging them, rewarding those who please her and bringing death upon those who displease her (by making their food deadly poisonous, for example). It is a custom to offer hospitality to any drow stranger on this day - because who knows, it may be Lolth in disguise.
🕷️ The Open Days - celebrated from 23rd day of Flamerule to Midsummer (eight days). This festival encourages trade and resembles a trade fair when visitors are allowed to freely wander into the city, even into the districts normally reserved only for nobles.
During these days, all the drow houses put on special demonstrations of magic and martial readiness, to show their strength, impress the visitors and overawe their rivals.
🕷️ In other drow cities, there may be similar festivals - at least the Festival of the Founding and the Open Days sound like they could have their own versions in other Lolth-sworn drow communities.
🕷️ About nedeirra - it is a kind of dance popular among ...younger and wilder drow. Seldom attended by high priestesses, these wild, acrobatic "sweat dances" usually leave young drow drenched in sweat, dancing to the syncopated, driving rhythms of drumming and piping music. A wizard or two is often hired to create fun: illusions, tickling and slapping cantrips, and so on. (from Menzoberranzan, 2e)
In Daughter of the Drow by E. Cunningham nedeirra is described as dance competition of sorts (in the chapter where Liriel Baenre is throwing a wild party).
Hope you will find these information useful! 🙂
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A World For Her Alone | Color all my days blue, but be sure to save one for white
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9
cw (chapter specific): pregnancy, infidelity, sanity slippage, suicide
pairing: claude x fem!reader
summary: Reader really thinks she can be happy in MY story this soon? *scoffs* No way, baby!
author's note: I fear you guys aren't gonna like me for this one...more notes at the bottom
You drifted through moments you’d lived so many times before. The moment you returned, you thought for the thousandth time “this time, I swear I’ll do it right.” It was like a bedtime prayer, worn down to meaninglessness. A little lullaby on your lips, like a child searching for comfort.
There was no where else to go but back to assuming your dutiful role. This time, perhaps because your feet were barely touching the ground. Reality glitched frequently these days, if you could call them that. You tolerated Claude and Diana without even so much as a frown. And this time also, you protected her life like a tiny candle flame against the wind. Diana was well enough to start going to the academy with you, a rite of passage as much as a means of generalized education for children of noble houses.
At lunch, you sat alone in the gardens while they went to the dining hall together. If you tried hard enough, you could make out a voice in those memories. A blink of what you think could be black hair and a boys uniform, he’s floating through you as thin as air. He’s telling you something, in a voice cold, flinty and familiar. “Claude is with Diana again.” Something is being implied in these words almost bluntly and ill concealed.
Your answer is rote, automatic. “Yes, he knows I prefer to be alone but my sister is new and doesn’t know anyone so he keeps her company.”
“Is that so?” He smiled bitterly as if he hadn’t expected that answer.
“Of course.”
“I wonder why you cover for him…” Those words passed you by without impact, they seemed more like your own thoughts than anything.
“Everyone always says Diana is better suited for Claude, that perhaps he’ll break the engagement to be with her.” Again, no impact. You already lived it, silly rumors couldn’t even amount to half the horror of the truth. “I hope you won’t take offense, milady, but perhaps you should fight harder. There are more rivals about you than just the young lady. I had heard you were a strong willed lady, will your position really be okay if you leave things be?”
He went away, or maybe you just blinked and the lunch period had passed, you couldn’t know. As if a machine, you thoughtlessly gathered your things as the piercing bell sounded and hurried you along. You caught a glimpse of Claude walking Diana out of the dining hall, her hand wrapped around his arm for support and his on the small of her back. Murmuring again to yourself, you looked away. But when Diana caught sight of you, she came over, looking bashful. “Your next class is this way too, right? Should we go together?” She asked. Of course, there was only one answer to that question. You’d risk being seen as bitter and jealous if you refused, there was already enough of that in the way Claude saw you. He was eyeing you, paused in his path.
You smiled. “Of course.”
Claude said farewell to Diana, apparently satisfied enough by your answer not to fix you with a hard stare. The two of you walked along, all the time you could hear whispers, concrete ones instead of the thin, almost sing-song caches of remembered insult.
“She pulled her aside to call her out…”
“She must be angry about Lord Claude eating with the poor lady.”
“She’ll act one way before her fiance and another to Lady Diana…if she’ll act that way to ladies who haven’t even done anything to her, think of what she’ll do if she thinks her own sister is a better match for Claude.”
People had gossiped about you forever, it was truly nothing new. Perhaps you had even deserved their contempt for behaving the way you did. Still, your skin burned as you heard the words shamelessly hurled at you even at your most mild action. Their slander was almost laughable in hindsight, you and Diana were sisters, if you had any desire to call her out, would you not do it at home where no one could interfere?
Diana walked along, fidgeting with the threads of her uniform and looking down. It was additional kindling for the gossip that spread like wildfire. “You’re not upset that I ate lunch with Claude, are you?” She finally said, looking up at you. “No, of course not,” You assured her, smiling again which seemed convince her. Her expression became bright again as she happily accepted your platitude. You walked on, in a haze.
Each night, you worked diligently on your wedding dress. It was something that could definitely have been left to a seamstress but it brought a bit of happiness. Your fingers moved deftly over the silk of your dress, the cool fabric bringing you back down to earth. The sensation of your aching hands, the way your gown was slowly woven into form by your careful hands, it made you dream of your wedding which would take place soon after your graduation. It made you believe that the happiness you acquired would hold up. Claude was not displeased with you this time, and had even started to relax in your presence. You even saw him more often this time, a few weeks ago he had taken you to a botanical garden. As a pair, you stood closely and walked quietly down rows of exotic flowers. Inside, you could hardly restrain a hope that nearly ripped a painful wound through tender flesh. He took your hand when the two of you needed to pass by another couple, it was warm and forgiving.
You had to put down your needle, your hands were trembling.
On your wedding day, it was overcast. You were nearly suffocating just looking up at the sky, when your maid opened the curtains in the morning, you curled into yourself to cut off the dull light.”Hm, looks like rain,” she hummed. Pushing back against the memories, you retreated under the waves of your mind and buried yourself there. It was a shame that the feeling of reality slipping was temporary. Things only felt more and more fixed the longer you lived.
When you arrived to the temple, its solid stone and thousands of hanging candles that substituted the sun, you felt better. Here you were living between earth and heaven. All nerves and butterflies, you felt like a true bride, one fashioned in the love of her husband to be. You felt beautiful in the pure, stark white of your gown.
“...I swear in the name of my good house, to love and honor you for as long as you shall live. Never will you be disgraced by any action or inaction of mine,” Claude said his vows, not hesitating on a single word. That was the man you loved, lying before his family and comrades for the sake of the marquisate. It…almost made you smile to hear his devotion even if it was not to you.
Looking at you, after the ceremony and formalities were done, you heard Claude speak honeyed words in an awed voice that made you shudder. “So beautiful…” He murmured. Forgetting yourself, you gasped softly, feeling the rapture and confusion of his approval. And he was so near you, sitting at your side. You could reach out to him, to cup his cheek, to place a hand on his shoulder perhaps, to return something to him.
Diana’s laugh sounded, a clear and lovely laugh that always did make everyone smile. The sound was sharp and near and you noticed that Claude’s eyes were staring through you. They seemed fixed on your face but his gaze, it was like yours had been before. As if you and everything else was passing through. You turned as though possessed to confirm that although he was looking in your directions, the praises went to your little sister who indeed looked beautiful. More like a bride than you did; blushing, chatting with a few young ladies and a lord you vaguely recognized.
You were freefalling back to earth in an instant. The wind was knocked out of your chest and your surroundings seemed to sharpen, too bright, too loud, too colorful. Not even this day of all days was yours alone. Agony, you thought, Carrying the weight of every life I've led and still having hope enough to destroy, this must be agony.
Your marriage henceforth was nothing special, you applied a lighter hand in the politics of the marquisate. You tried at being cunning, underhanded rather than an iron lady as you had been before. Claude had expressed his gratitude whenever he was home. It was not a warm marriage, or a joyful home but he was pleased with you and the two of you were on better terms than you had been in other lives. The frigidity was bearable and as a partner, Claude was gentle.
When would you learn not to lean into things that cannot last?
A day came perhaps two years into your marriage when Claude walked into the salon, holding the hand of Diana who looked sickly. He approached you like one does an animal they’re not sure won’t bite them. His eyes were hard and determined but his steps were slow and sure.
“It isn’t Diana’s fault,” He forewarned.
“Is there something wrong?” It came out of your mouth almost beyond your control, even dreading whatever came next you were still desiring to make it better.
Claude hesitated before speaking. “Diana is pregnant.”
Something fell from your hands with a loud, clang. You didn’t so much as glance downward. Continuing as if a doll with a string being pulled, you answered with a question. “Who’s the father?” Stupid, how pathetic. Reality, all the time, was falling down on top of you.
“I am.”
It broken open. Whatever force kept you standing and speaking coherently had gone away and you were reduced to a child, whimpering and feeble. “Why?” was all that could be accurately comprehended.
“Because I love her,” Claude retorted shamelessly with his brow furrowed, giving you a stern look as if he was standing up to someone. But all that you were was a woman withering, struggling to grasp a single thread of sanity.
A child. Diana had a child. You couldn’t even hold yours before you died and slipped away forever. You would never even so much as know the name of your child and even so, Diana would have hers with Claude. That child would surely be loved by him, it was loved even now it seemed. Would she have that child you lost? A bright haired child crying out to let everyone hear their vigor and life. You screamed.
“I’m sorry big sister…” Diana mumbled, looking down. Claude tended to her, leading her to the couch and covering her ears with his big hands.
You were on the ground, gripping at your own skin so tightly your bled. Shivering in a display larger than any you’d ever made before. Another scream built in the back of your throat and you hadn’t even the power to restrain it. In between, you heard Claude say “Stay here, I’ll take her upstairs.”
You were shut up in your bedroom, made to rest until you were calm. But when his touch disappeared and the door locked behind him, you broke. Reality was intercut with the screams, the aches, the blood of realities past. It was all happening concurrently, Felix’s blood running in the mud, the cries of your child who could not and would not be soothed in your arms, the starvation of the prison. It didn’t end, it never ended. You were given a few years before it wanted you to remember again, to swallow you whole.
“No more” you begged “Please, no more...I can’t…I didn’t–!”
There was a sleep tonic in the drawer of your nightstand, a strong one made and prescribed by the kind doctor. The recommended dose was just a tiny spoonful but it always put you into a sleep like death. You took them when your body was heavy from working so hard it nearly bowed your back but your mind was hung up on a thought that did not beckon sleep. Like the sound of the rain howling that night.
You picked up the bottle and drank it all down.
additional author's note: you guys, I swear this will have a happy ending. And we've got one chapter to go before we get into something I think might make you guys feel a little better.
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