#Witch Life in a Micro Room

[faline-cat444]

Mainly additives,not everything.Some are predicted to show tomorrow and/or Thursday while others could be me confusing it with whatever is due for next week.

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Anime Expo 2023: Yen Press announces 16 New Titles

Anime Expo 2023: Yen Press announces 16 New Titles #animeexpo #manga

On the opening day of Anime Expo 2023, Yen Press, LLC announced the acquisition of sixteen new titles at its industry panel, including eight manga (Beastrings; God Bless the Mistaken; Bungo Stray Dogs: Dazai, Chuuya, Age Fifteen; A Witch’s Life in a Micro Room; Bride of the Barrier Master; Higurashi When They Cry: MEGURI; holoX MEETing!; Taking Care of God)and seven novels (Durarara!! Side…

[miriammctroi]

The Engagement Party

Jegulus Micro Fic

A year ago, Regulus had this mad idea of reconnecting with his older brother, who had broken with the family a decade ago. They had some good times, fought, talked, and even laughed on occasion. What he didn’t know at the time was that if one reconnected with their older brother, one was forced to attend their social gatherings.

So, now, he was standing quietly by a table, nipping on a drink, wondering when an appropriate amount of time had passed for me to leave without it looking weird.

He loved his brother Sirius, and his fiancé, Remus, was quite wonderful, truly. He just wasn’t good with the whole social thing.

Then there was the other thing. His brother had that obnoxious friend with the loud laugh and wild hair who was always part of these parties: James.

He was also set to be Sirius’s best man for the wedding – which was totally fine for Regulus! They’ve only just started speaking again and James has been in his life for, what, twenty years now? Without a ten-year break, at that. So, Regulus was totally okay with him being chosen as the best man instead. Totally.

James was holding a speech at the moment, reminiscing about childhood mischief with Sirius and how Remus brought out the best in him, bla, bla, bla. The crowd laughed with him. He told a dirty joke and smirked in that very annoying, unreasonably attractive, cocky witch's-weekly-cover way. In general, he wasn’t ugly. Everyone had dressed up for the engagement party: The girls were wearing knee-long, colourful dresses, the guys, button-ups and trousers which weren’t jeans. James had put on a red patterned waistcoat and dark trousers, which was altogether very respectable, except that the shirt underneath was too tight and the sleeves were rolled up, effectively showing off his gym-bro arms. He could probably pick Regulus up and toss him around if he wanted.

James told another joke and let his eyes roam through the room, halting near the table where he was standing. James winked. Regulus didn’t listen to the joke and had no idea what that was about. It didn’t matter anyway. He was just some pretentious idiot doing idiotic things.

James finally left the stage. Regulus checked the time on his phone. Another half hour and he could claim to be tired and go home.

“Hey,” James appeared next to me. He had the magazine-cover smirk again.

“Hello,” Regulus said.

“You didn’t laugh at my jokes.”

“You weren’t funny.”

He gasped and put a hand to his heart. “You wound me!”

Good. Regulus rolled his eyes at him.

“You look handsome today,” he said, ignoring Regulus's obvious attempt at killing the conversation.

“Same can’t be said about you. Your hair’s a mess, as always. You’re going to embarrass my brother at the altar.”

James ran a hand through his hair, making it even worse. There was no gel in it to keep it in place. It was probably soft and fluffy.

“You know? I like you, you’re funny.”

Huh? James smiled at him. Was he taking the piss? Or was he just being weird? From all he has seen so far, it could be either.

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re funny,” he insisted. “With the way you roll those pretty little eyes of yours, and so obviously fight making rude remarks to every other person you meet, except me.”

Regulus wasn't planning to start fights with all of his brother’s friends, so what? It wasn't his fault that most of his friends were utterly boring or wanted to test him by not so subtly stirring the conversation towards women's rights, people of colour, gays and trans people.

Did he just call his eyes pretty? Maybe it was another test.

James pointed at his glass. “Are you actually going to drink that or keep nipping on it like it’s broccoli juice?”

“I’m drinking.”

“Sure.” He winked at him and turned to the room. Someone else was holding a speech now, Fleamont Potter, if Regulus recognised him correctly. “I bet you’re drinking so slowly because in your mind, as soon as it’s empty at this rate, an appropriate amount of time has passed for you to leave.”

That might have been the first non-idiotic thing he had ever heard him say. Nevertheless, he prepared to deny everything.

“He won’t mind you leaving early, you know? He has told all of us that you hate crowds before we first met you, and not to read anything into it when you leave early.”

“I see. So, he wants me to leave?”

“No, not in the slightest. It’s his engagement party and he keeps looking over here. He’d rather have you at the table and talk to us.”

“Then, you want me to leave.”

James glanced at him with a smile, it was different than the obnoxious smirk from before. Dirtier, somehow. He had a dimple.

“What I want is for you to give me that glass so I can finish it, then take you out of here and back to my place, where I’ll very slowly and gently get you out of these clothes, put you on the bed and then do decidedly less gentle and slow things to you.”

Oh. Oh.

Regulus's eyes got distracted by James's neck, then his arms, down along the lines of the waistcoat.

Without further hesitation, he pushed his glass into his hands and walked away to tell his brother he'd be leaving soon.

[windvexer]

I just saw your post on banishing and manifesting and I totally agree, but I have a question. Does every spell require a ‘sacrifice’ and what actually counts? I don’t think a single book I’ve read on witchcraft has mentioned giving up something, other than maybe a small warning on unintentional effects from spell work. Are the materials used the cost? Or have I been doing things wrong because I never feed my spells right? Thanks in advance!

We're in reference to this.

We can make a pile of magical techniques which are required for spells to 'work.' Maybe this pile would include things like:

Raising energy

Intent, programming

Targeting, taglocks

Where I stand right now, I do not believe that this pile would ever include 'sacrifice.'

In common situations and everyday magic, I do not believe that 'sacrifice' is a magical mechanism that is required for a magical machine to operate, the way that we might think fuel or intent is required for a spell to operate.

Although I used flowery language to describe the 'blood' of a sacrifice feeding what is to come, I did not mean this in the same sense that we can use food offerings or energy raising to feed spells.

Instead, I currently perceive this kind of sacrifice (as described in the linked post) to be a part of the craft of the Witch that deals with fate.

I guess my best metaphor at this time is that fate working is like understanding magical laws, like the laws of physics. It's not a law because an authority decided it and is enforcing their will on you. It's a law because operating as if it's true will always get you closer to the bullseye than if you operated as if it was false.

The 'law' is this: when you banish, you leave a hole. When you conjure, that thing needs space to fit in. This is something I just personally believe to be true.

Fatewise, but not necessarily magically, when you mow down a field in your life and plow the harvest into the earth, it provides an open and fertile field for whatever you plant next.

If you want to use magic to fill up that empty space, you still need to raise energy, use intent, and so on. 'Sacrifice' is not a mechanism in these kinds of spells.

It might be better to think of sacrifice as terraforming, and spells as machines you place on the space to build your next structures.

In a more micro sense, we can say that sure, maybe the cost of materials, time, and energy you use to cast spells is a sort of sacrifice. Fatewise, this would seem to be true: you are making space for the spell to exist within your life because you are sacrificing time/focus/energy in order for that spell to have room to take root in your current timespace.

But magically, someone taking the time and energy to do a spell, yet completely skipping the steps of raising energy or powering the spell, is not 'feeding' the spell just because they took the time to perform some of the steps.

For myself, I worry about the idea of sacrifice when I want to make permanent changes. Not, "I'll feed everyone a magic cake for a good mood in the house ^-^" or "wouldn't a lot of new followers be fun this week?" But rather, "you know... time for the status quo to change. The path we're on is going to take a left turn."

[coyotelip]

wolfstar microfic: trophy room || first kiss || @wolfstarmicrofic || wc: 661

I've tried to do it my new part of 'wolfstar raising harry' series, but failed to keep it micro-sized, so there is 1,5k part for series on ao3, and here you see shorter version with wolfstar only! enjoy.

James's lips are dry from the amount of time he spends in the air, constantly playing against the strong winds, even in bad weather. So Remus can't say that this playful kiss is pleasant, but he still blushes at the feel of someone else's lips so close to his own. James laughs out loud and pats Remus' shoulders, and he looks down at the floor to hide his light smile.

Remus looks up and meets Sirius's eyes, which are fixed on him only. Their friends and neighbors are dancing and having fun around them, but Sirius is frozen in place in the crowd, looking at Remus and James with a crooked smile that he doesn't understand. Something in the curve of his lips resembles bitterness. 

They stare directly into each other's eyes for a few seconds or minutes or hours, but then Sirius shudders and turns away to disappear into the other corner of the room. Remus doesn't see him for the rest of the evening and doesn't remember when he returned to their room. They don't cross paths in the morning either, but later in the afternoon, when James needs to take their new Cup to the Trophy Room, Sirius is unexpectedly there and volunteers to do it. 

“Moony, will you come with me? This dusty storeroom scares me,” the boy looks hopefully at Remus, and the latter just nods in response, ignoring the usual desire to make a comment like ‘why are you volunteering if you don't want to go there?’ 

The road to the Trophy Room is quiet and almost deserted, it's a little unusual being silent in Sirius' company, but Remus doesn't complain, just glances at the boy's tense expression from time to time without the usual smile, but doesn't have the courage to ask what's wrong. 

The nice witch who takes care of the Trophy Room lets them in, helps them find a place for the Cup and allows them to stay and look around. So they stay there, silently standing in front of their dormitory's newest trophy, which will now have their best friend's name engraved on it forever. 

It's strange how Sirius stays in one place for so long, not showing his usual energy to run somewhere. Remus is nervously flexing his fingers and is about to ask what's wrong when Sirius speaks first: 

“How does it feel? When another boy kisses you?” 

“Hmm?” the question seems strange to Remus, because he... ”Oh... you mean James? Does that count as a kiss?” 

“It looks like a kiss to me. Lips on lips, isn't that what we call it?” Sirius's voice is unusual, a little too high and without the joking tone that's always there. “So what's... different from girls?” 

“I don't think there should be any fundamental difference between a girl's and a boy's lips...” Remus thinks about all the girls on the team, who spend as much time on their brooms and have chapped lips as well, so they probably wouldn't be that different from James' kiss. “If you're so curious, why don't you try it yourself?” 

Sirius turns his head a little sharply toward him, meeting his eyes directly for the first time since their shared glance last night. “You think I could try it?” 

“Why not? I'm sure there are plenty of guys here who have the same questions and could try something like this. Besides, you could always ask James...” 

Remus is interrupted in mid-sentence when Sirius takes one confident step and wraps his arms around his neck to pull him close enough to touch his lips to his. 

Remus in the present reaches out to touch his lips with his fingertips, remembering the tingling sensation of his first kiss with the boy who would become his partner for life, whom he would rely on for everything, with whom he would keep their lovely home and raise the best boy in all of Britain. 

A smile spreads across his lips. 

[itty-bitty-writes]

Bitty's WIPs

(posted stories masterpost)

Surrounded by His Loved One - Chapter 2: Copulation (Shrinky Sanders Sides Smut Series, aka 5S)

summary:

Remus is up Virgil's butt, and Virgil and Logan are heading to Logan's room to… copulate.

status: intro written. vague ideas for what's after that

Prinxiety cock vore [actual title pending] (5S)

summary:

Remus told Roman that Virgil enjoyed their shrinky sex, and now Roman's got a similar proposition for Virgil

(from a prompt)

status: probably half written

LAMP cock vore + sex [actual title pending] (5S)

summary:

Virgil liked Roman in his dick so much that this time he gets to cock vore two boyfriends. And then fuck Patton with them inside.

(from a prompt)

status: outlined

Dark Sides in Balls (5S)

summary:

Remus cock vored the other two dark sides, and then… forgot.

Oops

status: outlined

I Know You Know I'm Here (5S)

summary:

Janus totally didn't see Remus, shrunken and naked, on the bed. Totally. It's absolutely a complete coincidence that Janus, also naked, sat down directly on top of him. Unfortunate positioning, is all.

(pretend unaware)

(Remus is having the time of his life)

status: concept exists. Intro written

Ritual Sacrifice (5S)

summary:

The dragon witch (Janus, wearing cloth wings) has demanded a sacrifice. The unfortunate Roman has been chosen by lot, and now Logan and Virgil must tie him to a tree (Patton's dick) for the dragon witch to claim.

or

The sides do a fun little roleplay

(Janus has a vagina in this one)

status: outlined

A Game of Cock Vore (Sizeshifter Trio)

summary:

Elliott is often the voice of reason and impulse control for the trio.

This fic does not involve Elliott.

status: opening written

Awkward First Time

summary:

A gt couple decide to try sex for the first time. They're not sure what they're doing, but they find a way to make it good for both of them.

status: outlined, opening written

Insomnia (Josh's Tiny Harem)

summary:

Josh can't sleep. His solution? shove a tiny in his pants, see if that helps

status: barely started

Forgotten Tiny Third

summary:

A couple have been trying out various kinks to see how much they like them, and are trying micro/macro.

They forget there's a tiny involved.

status: outlined

Dick Apartments

summary:

So it turns out that the reason the rent is so low for Gus's new apartment is that the building doubles as a giant dildo.

He really should have read the lease document more thoroughly.

status: barely started

Surprise! Shrunken and Trapped - Part 2 (Poll Story)

summary:

Simon has unexpectedly shrunk, and somehow ended up in an unaware giant's underwear, just before he put it on!

~

Simon's stuck under the giant's junk, and he's causing an unfortunate itch.

status: about a paragraph written

Tournament

summary:

Several contestants in a large maze, each equipped with a device which will shrink someone to only a few inches tall.

The last person full sized wins.

Everyone else gets fucked.

status: outlined

[jamesdavisnicoll]

Witch Life in a Micro Room, volume 1 by Akitaka  A hard working but old fashioned witch and a modern but lazy witch struggle to survive in a world that no longer has use for them.

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Manga UP! Adds ‘Witch Life in a Micro Room’ Manga Print Release From Akitaka http://dlvr.it/TJtMSJ

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3 cosy witchy reads for winter

Here are three cosy witchy reads which I have really enjoyed this winter. Let me know if you try any of them or have your own recommendations!

Rewitched by Lucy Jane Wood

Eva Evergreen Semi Magical Witch by Julie Abe

Witch Life in a Micro-room vol 1 (manga)

All three of these books have a similar theme of not trying to follow the crowd, but use your own strengths. They all celebrate hard work, and following your heart and who you are as a person to succeed.

Personally these themes really resonate with me since I developed my chronic health conditions (hello CRPS). I am slowly learning that I need to change how I do things and find my own way within my bodies new limits.

But - all three are fantastic reads and have humour, found family, and heart in abundance. Well worth it!

[faline-cat444]

Might be everything,might not.Can say the arrangement I went with subconsciously made spaces for where what showed up yesterday would have gone.

[twistednuns]

August 2024

Munich Micro Burn. First and foremost, learning my lesson: EMBRACE THE CHAOS. After all the planning and hustling and stressful weeks, nothing really worked out. First I was pissed, then I cried myself into a tiny nervous breakdown and eventually I just accepted it and went with the flow, enjoying myself. I didn't even do any workshops myself and completely gave up control. Acid Friday was magical on the dancefloor with my kaleidoscope and prism glasses. I went on a little trip through the universe and ended up in a cuddle puddle with Luna, Patri and David. Rainmaker massaged me. I was so happy to be reunited with Luki and loved hanging out with him in the pool or cuddle space. He shared a baritone sax fantasy with me. I also connected with Makelove (playing bingo) and Marjolien (following a black cat together, then I drew one of her heart notes - "there is no right or wrong"). I got buffed. And drank a lot of cherry slushie. Played with the ball pool equipment in the pool. And started a mud wrestling event. I reunited with Frank after months of hardly any contact. I made a delicious batch of creamy coconut porridge. I performed in the Consent Cabaret and initiated the Sonic Sound Experiment with C. (humming and tuning in together with an electric toothbrush). I happily ate Pombären in my tent and wrote down everything I wanted to get rid of into the old book we'd burn in Katharina's and Alex's temple on Saturday. I played on the swing and enjoyed watching my boyfriend's DJ sets. The opening ceremony was cute this year, too. We all got little keys and symbols for our archetypes.

A personal little decompression with C. I don't even know what we did all those days. All I know is that we started watching Twin Peaks.

Holding Charlie in baby pose. He even snuggled up to my chest.

Homemade pizza.

Getting a cheep red dress that is so comfy I wanna live in it for the whole summer.

Devouring a whole, moist mozzarella ball. Alone time. Dopamine mode with strange food, gaming, even smoking a few cigarettes. I don't really like myself when I'm like that though. I appreciate a pinch of control in my life.

Board game night with Margit and Ansgar. Having three kids around was a little too much though. Spiel des Wissens nostalgia.

Swimming in Klostersee during Golden Hour after L.'s sport event. Going to the other side of the lake. Watching the dragonflies (thinking of my mum whenever I see one after Ash's comment) and water lilies.

Test-driving e-bikes.

Cuddling with L. and C. on the sofa. With lots of blankets and pillows.

Having Kanako, Uli, Gyan and Jana over for a campfire BBQ and stargazing. Kanako shared a lot of stories and the next day we sat around in the kiddie pool together.

Riding the rollercoasters, water slide and boat swing with C. and L. at the amusement park. More cherry slushie. Discovering the Nordic theme world with obvious Midsommar vibes. There was a triangular church and eerie music playing. Inside the church you could ride around a tree in walnut halves and shoot at creepy little animals. Lian was super scared of the buffalos with the giant horns. In the evening, we drive through a medieval village and had delicious pizza and ice-cream. C. researched its history and came up with stories about witch trials.

Flutschfinger popsicles. So fruity.

Getting to know Christian's parents. They're pretty much exactly as he described them. It's creepy to see how he changes his personality completely when he's around them.

Getting to know Maike and Simon. Such wonderfully open, engaged, intelligent, easy-going people. She used to be a feminist porn director and now works as an art teacher. He used to be a climate activist and cuts movies. I loved their home (the green bathroom with yellow and pastel pink accents looked delicious), the conversations, dinners with their friends and daughters. We stayed in Ala's room. Of course I connected with her. Little girls always find me.

Mediterana Therme in Bergisch Gladbach. I've never visited a more beautiful spa. I especially enjoyed the Indian and Persian saunas, pools and courtyards. There were events every 30 minutes and there was so much art around. No kids allowed either. What a fantastic experience.

Richard Seewald's Surrealist painting Katze mit Salamander (I didn't even find the original - I bought the postcard in the gift shop before I even bought an entrance ticket). Walking through Museum Ludwig with Christian, calming down after a sensitive mood with tears and overwhelm in the morning. Taking photos in a far-off corner of the photography exhibition. Being inspired by the Surrealist paintings. I probably liked Ursula's Dunkle Messe best.

Only touching, no talking during the train ride. Earplugs. C. already knows when I need them and offers them to me.

A tiny corner of Cologne (my first time there): lighting a candle in the cathedral. Gift shopping on our way to Brüsseler Platz (I bought a glass straw, a Hamsa bookmark made from brass and a postcard as a thank you note for Maike and Simon). Balinese food. Chocolate coconut popcorn. Going home early, enjoying the night outside on the terrace after everybody had already gone to bed.

Cute children's books in Ava's room (one about a little girl going on a nightly stroll through the city with her dad because she's afraid of the dark) and in the museum shop.

Staying with Ludo in Eibelstadt. He let us stay there the first night even though he wasn't there. On our way back to Munich we stopped by again and went to his cabin in the hills behind the river with him, his partner Sophia and his son. He built everything himself! Such a cozy and cool place. We had a decadent barbecue and hopped into the warm jacuzzi after the boys had gone to bed. I performed a witchy little ritual on C. in the morning. Then we went to Ludo's other property to visit the old building there. Lost places.

Bubblegum pink nails.

C. sending kiss emojis and 111(1) reminders.

Guessing correctly which year a movie came out.

Late summer/early fall vibes. I can already feel a slight urge to bake zucchini cake and pumpkin quiche, watch whimsical autumn movies, read gothic novels. I started reading the first Practical Magic book and even found a copy of the Book of Shadows on the street in Leipzig. And when I bought a drink at Marie's Hoffest, the bartender girl tattooed a little magic wand on my wrist! It's the season of the witch!

Going to Leipzig for my Gestalt therapy training. Meeting my group. Observing my process. I'm very happy with my decision to ditch my yoga module and do this instead. I got the feeling that my empathy and intuition is very well-suited for the position of a therapist. I even managed to make someone cry because I helped him realize an important need in one of my first training sessions.

Learning about my role as a leader / how I want to be lead in an exercise with Tillmann.

Going into plough pose to help my back pain. Deep stretches. Recovery measures after hours on those tiny meditation pillows.

All the mirroring and the little insights it produces: that I'm hardly able to sit with a feeling. I always want to move on, find solutions, go deeper. Movement comes easy, stillness is hard. Which is quite fitting to someone's recent observation about me: I tend to avoid stillness and rest. / I can't feel myself very well. Which is why I push my boundaries. I don't even notice them until it's too late and at that point I draw a very strict line and establish tight boundaries. Too tight, of course. But I need to protect myself because I haven't taken good care of my needs before. / I can't tolerate weakness very well. Not in me, not in others. I want to learn how to lean into my own fragility more and allow it to come to the surface from time to time.

Listening to NOUK and Anna's beautiful voice. I adored her edgy haircut and the long white dress she was wearing.

Sitting outside on the balcony with Franzi and Marie, talking in the dark. / Drinking beer outside Marcus's camper van after class on Saturday.

(Vintage) shopping. I got a cheap yellow plastic ring, a wooden ring holder, a hair clip, and a funny postcard for C.

I got a copy of Psychologie Heute for the train and was surprised to find articles about the topics most relevant to me now: Gestalt Therapy, eating disorders, and especially boundaries.

C. picked me up from the train in Munich. It was lovely to see him but felt a little unfamiliar at first. On the way home he filled me in on his exciting weekend. We had a chat with his neighbors who gave us fresh produce from the garden and plum cake - which was fantastic because the fridge was empty so now we were able to make a big pot of creamy lemon-zucchini pasta. I loved touching each other's warm, naked skin. Reconnecting, tuning in. Going through an elaborate pop-up book together.

Hearing about C.'s very cinematic dream in the morning. Toasted bread with butter and honey for breakfast. Encouragement to become some sort of touch therapist. Apparently I've got magic hands.

Learning about Ursula Schultze-Blum and her fascinating Surrealist art.

Two harmonious, beautiful days at C.'s place. Journalling, drawing, making a shadow frame for the Hilma Af Klint altar piece. Visiting Tobi one evening, creating visions for the cabin and the forest lot. Pizza and a long evening walk with Marcus. Caring for the scared little red cat they caught to bring him to the vet. Watching a spider catch a fly, devouring it violently. Embracing my crazy urges. Eating scrambled eggs on cheese toast. Watching The Broken Circle Breakdown together, researching Bluegrass bands in Munich. Singing together. C. said I should find a Bluegrass band and sing with them instead of my gospel choir.

A summer afternoon outside. Ripping out vines, picking blackberries behind the vegetable garden. Memories of the brambles we had behind our house when I was young. Huge tomatoes, an abundance of beautiful butterflies everywhere. Biting into a ripe plum; vowing to make zucchini cake and plum dumplings when we get back from France.

C. carrying my backpack for me, entertaining me during the wait at the train station. Waving cheerfully after the train doors had closed and I was about to leave.

Drawing the Page of Fire, Playfulness - along with Adventure (Page of Rainbows). Writing about it. And the dream I had about feeling unwanted and criticized at home, trying to leave in overwhelm and chaos. And then there was C., smiling at me, embracing me, not even aware of the perceived hostility.

Emotional release on a physical level. This is new for me. I felt so nervous, was hardly able to hold the feeling in my body. It was unbearable. I ate some granola with almond milk and an apple. Lay down. And then my jaw started shaking uncontrollably. I was crying, grasping for air. I already felt better afterwards.

A hard massage from Pani. Coming back into my body.

Starting our roadtrip with a deep talk about having children. Visiting Kerem (I loved learning about his travels and diving, playing and drawing with his daughter, confusing the cat, looking at his design furniture), Makelove (our afternoon by the river was gorgeous; eggs and mayonnaise, land art, insightful conversations, learning something new about him), and Marjolien (eating salad on her balcony, learning about her passion for constellation work, her love for Tobi). Then we drove all the way over the San Bernardino pass. Enjoyed the view of the austere landscape and even saw a true cowboy up there. Dinner in Torino. Well-deserved sleep.

Making an excellent 90s Ethno-pop playlist on our way over the mountains between Italy and France. And the view from the top! What a lovely road we took.

Try not / to expect / anything - in this way / everything / will open up / to you (Buddhist teaching)

Arriving at Villa Josalie. Buying the most delicious snacks at the French supermarket. The friends dropping in one by one. Drinking wine and eating cheese outside, watching fireworks together.

[evilminji]

I can totally see it? Klarion just? Talking over them? Cassie is there with inexplicable gleaming teeth and haunted by roses. And its..it's... there is this SMARMY undertone? Condescending somehow. Don't get her wrong, the flippy hair and inexplicably always perfect cape is awesome. Plus she could MARRY this horse its so perfect. She's totally rescuing Valiant to a life of Horse-y splender on the Amazonian islands when they leave... but like...

The fucking MICRO AGGRESSION are enough to put her fist through a wall? If she has to say the phrase "a lady's place is" or "a lady should" ONE MORE TIME? She's going to vomit blood. As her Amazonian sisters would both understand and respect. She's going to have to die, Robin. It's the only way.

And Bart? He is getting VIBES man. Just... creepy, haunted doll "come play with uuuus" Rotten VIBES from all this Twee "Aren't I Cuuuuute~☆ ;P " ness? He's pretty sure he's gonna find BODIES! Get him OUT of there!! His room looks like it was made for a CHILD.

The way they are some of these people are talking at him is getting him CONCERNED! Like? Yeah, cursed with the West family baby face. But the creeping on a little kid vibes he's picking up? Why are none of these people in jail!? Why is everyone acting like it's normal to give him creepy stuffed animals? Are you flirting or gifting a child a toy? YOU CAN NOT DO BOTH.

He may have them positive good time vibes, being a Speedster and all around Cool Dude? But he's not STUPID. Why is every one acting like he's ALSO a naive BRICK? He comes from a family of SCIENTISTS!!

Kon is trapped in his clothing. No. Really. There are so, so many unnecessary buckles and belts. It's so uncomfortable. This is actual leather. None of it breathes. He hadn't seen the sun in days, his "relatives" all remind of Lex, he's apparently supposed to either be Evil or deeply misunderstood but has a god damn TORTURE DUNGEON just... attached to his room. For funsies, apparently!

Did he mention he lives in a tower now? It's boarded up. Because something something, unspecified the world hates me. There are bones everywhere.

Misunderstooooood, guys. My unspecified murders were just because I was saaaaad. You good over there, Rob?

No. No Robin is NOT good. This feels POINTED, Klarion. He would NEVER abuse his powers of... Observation(tm). To... OBSERVE, not stalk! Observe! Some poor unsuspect young woman. This is creepy! Criminal! He is a moral-ish, vaguely upstanding, sometimes law abiding Vigilante! He only stalks his co-workers and criminals!

He mean OBSERVES! And why is wear glasses? His eye sight is fine! But... also?

He KNOWS he's not SUPPOSED too, you know, ACTUALLY be.. Observing the "heroine" girl or whatever? But there is something DEEPLY wrong with her. Like, "call the cops and get a medical intervention before she hurts somebody", wrong. You guys noticed that too, right?

The whole... weirdly obsessed with being a Pure Naive Girl shtick thing she has going on? The has to be the center of attention, thing? What we thinking? Narcissist? I mean... KLARION made this game, there is no way its NORMAL right?

Then? Before Klarion can really get into his "Fun"(tm) while the JLA Dark are franticly searching for where he *Poof!*ed away the ONE game copy of the trap game? Because that has a whole TEAM of hostages in it?

What's that from the HIGH BAR?! Ooooooooh! It's the FENTON LUCK! With a FOLDING CHAIR! *WHACK!* In wander possibly the ONE PERSON who can tell Klarion to fuck off and have him actually just fuck off. The Keeper Of The Balance(tm). The King Of The Dead(tm).

Danny "when I'm in my human form don't bother me" Fenton/Phantom!

Currently NOT in his office! Enjoying a lovely bit of time With His Family! Sure would be PISSED if you ruined that, Klarion! This is, OF COURSE, just a HARMLESS little goof... RIGHT? He's not gonna actually have to get up, go upstairs, STOP Family Science Night, and put on his crown... RIIIIGHT? Klarion?

Klarion, the Not Stupid Witch Boy: *cold sweating* :T mmmhmm! Just having a bit of fun! I do enjoy my jokes!

Great! :) So? What'd ya make? :) and who are your friends? :)

(Klarion, suddenly in two places, floating infront of the Young Justice secret meeting they are holding in a broom closet: Okay! What's it gonna take for you meat bags to BE COOL?)

Okay, But, >.> Listen...

So MAYBE, just MAYBE, I am an incureable RoFan Isekai nerd. Shut up about it, maybe. What're you a cop? Mind your business. BUT! And hear me out...

W...What would actually? HAPPEN if Danny went into a Visual Novel? Some Otome game? You know, aside from being vague flustered by and then DEEPLY ALARMED by these walking Red Flag Fruitloops that girls are supposed to find "dreamy" or something?

Like we know how MMOs work for him. And probably OTHER open world games? But a visual novel? Would it be like the Christmas Episode? Would he hear narration? Be stuck in static "scenes"? Or would it be like a cut together "only the interesting parts" movie that he's somehow IN?

Like?? At SOME point his curiosity is gonna get the best of him. He's gonna want to know what different video games are LIKE on the inside? What's Pong like? Tetris? Mario? One of those Mama's cooking games? Etc etc.

He probably hits up a game sale. Buys a box or two. Figures he can always resell um or just give them away for free. Might even use them for parts. Who knows. And?

It's kinda cool!

It's even SCIENCE! See? Tucker's in charge of notes. Sam's in charge of hilarious commentary and pizza. Jazz is keeping them from drinking and doing ghost shit (terrible combination, we never speak of What Happened(tm) again). And the Dr's. Fenton got distracted by making fudge and debating what games should be counted towards which categories.

They've made an afternoon of it.

And NOW? They've reached the bottom of box one. It was "Survive The Villainess! My Rose for You!" Or... judging by Sam's climbing eyebrows and growing scowl? A DEEPLY unpleasant porn game about school girls.

You could not PAY him enough.

Yeah, he DOES realistically kinda want to know what happens.. if.. like? You know... sexy games... like would he? Or does he just WATCH or...? *awkward cough* But! That's NOT for Family Science Night! And DEFINITELY not THAT game, THANKS.

He'll find himself an ETHICALLY SOURCED smutty game full of consensual boning. For PRIVATE TIME. Those test results are gonna show up like MAGIC and we WILL NOT be talking about them! Got it? Good.

Now what the fuck is he look at here?

Jazz is surprisingly knowledgeable. They are not allowed to ask. They respect it. The main character "wakes up" inside the body of a "villainess" and must survive. Turn her terrible reputation around. Avoid "death flags". Preferably romance one of the hot guys?

Uuuuuuuh... you realize Danny's in a committed relationship, right?

Sam and Turker allow it. But they reserve the right to blast his taste in Fantasy Guy's. Chose carefully, for their roasting shall be BRUTAL. Luuuuuv yoooou~♡

He wants a divorce. They're not even MARRIED and he wants a divorce. You see how they mock him, Jazz? The cruelty he suffers? He's taking the Blobs and moving to Frightknight's. They always warned him about you living folks and your fast ways, but he didn't listen! *continued dramatics* *is smacked with a pillow*

But actually going IN? The weirdly, vaguely European over the top EVERYTHING? Giant jewels and ridiculous, fancy dresses? The walking red flag Romantic Archtype Leads? He wants to PUNCH half these guys! This is ABUSE! Are people OKAY!?

Like? I feel like he'd stay way, WAY longer then he needed too? Just out of morbid curiosity? W-where is this plot GOING? It's so dramatic. Why is my dress MORE dramatic now? Why is everything so... Sparkly.

It would be? AMAZING and baffling and I would pay real money to hear their live commentary. "Why not simply judo flip the crown prince off the balcony, then take over the country, sweetie?" "Solid plan, honey! He deserves it!" Beautiful. Flawless. Sage advice really. Too bad Danny can barely walk in his five million bows dress.

It's the BEST Au and I might be a genius. Or deeply sleep deprived. Meh. We'll 50/50 it, six of one, half a dozen of another.

@hdgnj @ailithnight @nerdpoe @the-witchhunter

[windvexer]

How do you feel about using multiple spells for a single goal? Doing wealth spells one after another until you're out of difficulties, for example, versus doing the one and letting it be?

I've got a chapter in a book I'm probably never going to publish about this. It's long. tl;dr: hell yeah cast a lot of spells for one thing, that's a great idea. Upg alert, etc.

Compound Magic: Many Hands Make Light Work

Compound magic is the phrase I’m using to discuss two similar ideas.

The idea is that if working one act of magic can affect our physical world to any degree, then working multiple acts of magic on the same subject can affect it to a greater degree.

This works at both the macro and micro levels.

By “macro,” I mean casting entire spells to influence various situations.

If you’re casting a home prosperity spell, casting multiple prosperity spells tends to be more beneficial than casting only one. Following our Witch-as-Monarch metaphor, you can cast spells that are like geologists seeking resources, like road-builders to strengthen trade routes, or like festival celebrations to revitalize your citizens.

More literally, if there is a situation that is resistant to change or in need of serious transformation, you can build a spellcasting altar dedicated to that single issue.

Spellcasting altars are useful in the practical sense that if you’ve got a whole altar for it, you might not forget that it’s something you wanted to work on.

They’re also very useful in the magical sense that as you dedicate a new “counsel room” to this topic and begin filling it with advisors, knights, heroes, spies, managers, and agents, and then continuously empower your Allies to work on your behalf through dedicated spellwork, all of these powers begin to compound and support each other.

In other words: the action of casting multiple spells can have additive or supportive effect which helps all the spells work better.

Not only this, but spells can begin to file away the rust on a situation and get the gears working - but run out of energy before the mechanism is truly brought to life.

If a single spell didn’t appear to manifest as desired, that doesn’t mean it didn’t do anything. It could mean that the situation was improved behind the scenes, laying a better foundation for success for your next spell.

Therefore, compound magic also means cleverly assigning spells to loosen up a situation and prepare it for change, to banish potential roadblocks, to protect the desired outcome, to empower the desired aspects of the situation, to bind the unwanted aspects, and so forth. In this manner, casting compound magic doesn’t necessarily mean to cast prosperity-generating spells over and over – it can also mean to cast banishings, protections, cleansings, and so forth, in the pursuit of prosperity.

This may all sound like a lot of work, but recall that we’re talking about very resistant situations, or situations in need of a lot of transformation before they suit your tastes. However, I hope you’ll agree with me that this concept in general actually really helps take a load off, because:

If your strategy is to work multiple acts of magic, then no single act of magic you work ever has to be perfect, or even exceptional.

Spellcasting anxiety is very real, and in my opinion boils down to the worry not only that unless everything is perfect then everything is ruined, but furthermore, that if any single spell doesn’t work it means the practitioner is a fraud.

If you instead adopt the mindset that it’s quite alright to need to work three or four acts of magic to influence a sticky situation, each spell feels less like you’re an actor making your debut performance in front of a judgmental audience, and much more like you’re going to try and treat the problem with a vinegar spray first, but if that doesn’t lift the bonds that’s quite alright because you’ve got a baking soda scrub to try next.

This isn’t to say that I think every single situation is going to require multiple spells to make the magic “work.” Far from it. But I don’t find there to be any utility at all in assuming every situation should be fixable by only one spell, and if that spell fails then there’s something wrong.

Overall, I find that the witch who often engages in acts of magic to keep the home safe and prosperous will find that this compound effect begins to work organically, and that over time all acts of magic eventually lead to an enchanted life, to greater or lesser degrees.

On the “micro” side of this concept we can examine the enchantment of a single object or formula.

Instead of considering that we can use multiple spells to influence a situation, we can see that we can work many smaller acts of magic over time to produce a single powerful spell.

Think about woodburning a very hard, difficult piece of wood. During the first session you may only get an outline of the design before you’re exhausted and in need of a break. The wood is still imprinted upon, but it’s far from the completed project you envisioned.

During the next woodburning session, and the next, the design is slowly filled in until it meets your standards of satisfaction.

This is conceptually very similar to re-casting the same enchantment over and over on a single object until desired results are obtained.

This is extremely useful for the pragmatic witch who may not have the ability to plan out spells on specific times and days, or who must act now without every ideal ingredient on hand.

And not only that, but it’s also useful for the witch who would just like to have some fun with magic and doesn’t want to twiddle their thumbs waiting for the most ideal possible moment to act.

If a witch would like to work up a pot of Noontide Shield Oil (pg. 34), but the working felt less than lustrous, the formula can simply be re-enchanted again next Sunday to deepen and solidify the enchantment. Or, suppose the original oil had to be worked in less than ideal conditions, or perhaps even with entire ingredients missing: the missing ingredients can be added later on, the spell re-cast over the same vessel in more ideal conditions, and so forth.

The same goes for any spell vessel, formula, charmed ingredient, or enchanted object.

These things can be fully re-enchanted by performing the original spell over again, switching focus from adding ingredients to empowering and instructing ingredients already added.

But they can also be encouraged in more minor ways, especially through regular feeding (pg. 9).

I think it’s important to note here that we’re basically talking about cooking. A chicken soup where you have to omit the chicken, and then shred up rotisserie leftovers and just add it to the broth when having leftovers, is not going to produce identical results as if you had been able to cook the chicken in the soup.

Either way, you’ve still got chicken soup - it's just that an enchantment made in the most ideal conditions is not going to be identical to an enchantment made in non-ideal conditions and later fortified.

So I don’t believe that it’s correct to say that ideal conditions don’t matter. I think they do matter, and that practitioners will notice an appreciable improvement if they are able to work with ideal circumstances.

But I also believe it’s correct to say that if you continuously re-cast enchantments towards the same objects and formulas over and over again, while supplementing missing or lacking factors, over time that enchantment deepens and becomes more permanent and more powerful.

Just like macro compound magic, I think that this helps reduce the difficulty in working powerful enchantments. You don’t have to work yourself up to exhaustion casting a single powerful enchantment that wipes out your ability to work magic for three days. You can meter your energy and pour out small amounts of your power, when needed or as desired, and slowly build up powerful magics around you.

Then, when an important “macro” situation arises, consider how it would feel to be able to reach for a variety spell vessels and formulas you’ve already been empowering for months, keeping them fresh and alive through periodic attention and feeding. Things begin to feel much less like a witch alone in a room, and much more like an empowered monarch surrounded by Allies.

[athenasparrow]

No. 11 - Jest | March Micros

Read on AO3 | 854 words

Thank you to the lovely @jilymicrofics for the prompt : )

Lily felt the haze of firewhisky lull her as Marlene patted her head and moved to where Dorcas was waiting in the corner.

Lily felt a momentary spike of envy run through her as she watched them.

Merlin, she wished she had someone to love.

“Alright, Evans?” a familiar baritone asked as a tall figure plopped down on the floor next to her.

“I suppose” Lily murmured. 

Seems that she’d moved from cheery drunk, to melancholic drunk then. Little she could do about it now.

“That’s no way to spend a party” James said, reaching our his finger to bop her nose.

Lily suddenly felt overwhelmingly confused. Here he was, sitting next to her on the floor, drinking her firewhiskey and touching her nose. Bloody confusing man.

Lily blinked up at him.

“Why do you think it’s funny to ask me out?” she asked tilting her head at him.

Apparently melancholic Lily was brutally honest, too.

“What?” James said frowning at her as he set his bottle down.

“Why do you think it’s funny?” Lily repeated, desperate for him to give her an answer.

“I don’t” James said staring at her.

Lily hiccupped. She hoped her disbelief was portrayed in the sound.

Apparently it was, because James continued.

“Did you…did you think this whole time I was asking in jest?” James said staring at her.

Lily felt herself shrug and scolded herself for being so pathetic.

“It wasn’t you know” James said strongly as if he had to get the idea through her drunken haze and into her brain. “C’mon, let’s get you to bed. I’ll find you tomorrow, okay?”

Lily nodded, allowing him to pull her off the floor and guide her towards the stairs.

Sleep sounded like a nice reprieve from the mess that was life.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

If Lily didn’t have vague memories of the evening before, she may have believed she’d been hit in the head with her bludger. 

Perhaps it was better to die from a bludger wound than face James after the pathetic way she’d acted last night.

She groaned, blindly reaching for her wand.

She squinted against the light as her hand knocked over something glass.

After spelling the curtains closed, Lily let her eyes open to observe her room.

A piece of parchment lay under the bottle she'll carelessly knocked over.

She opened it and took a whiff. Hangover potion.

She downed it in one, making a note to thank Alice for leaving it for her.

Only, it turns out it wasn’t Alice.

Lily eyed the parchment warily, recognising the messy scrawl. Perhaps he was telling her they couldn’t be friends after her drunken confession last night. 

Might as well rib the bandaid off.

Lily,

I’m deeply apologetic my endeavours to catch your attention have been misconstrued as jest.

It is with utmost sincerity that I tell you that you are the most beautiful witch I have ever laid eyes on.

Lily clenched the parchment in her hand as she stood. Why couldn’t life just be simple?

Her eyes darted to the floor where another three ripped pieces of parchment lay in a line to the door. Her feet quickly padded across the stone floor so she could read them.

I stand in awe of your brilliance on a daily basis

And another.

Your radiance warms me from the inside out.

And another.

Your kindness is an example of what I hope to live up to.

Lily felt the first bit of hope spread throughout her chest. Each parchment she picked up felt like she was mending a crack in her sad heart.

And because he was James, a wizard who didn’t know how to do things by half, that wasn’t the end of it. Lily felt the beginnings of a smile on her face as she noticed three more stuck to her dormitory door.

I love the fierce way you challenge me. You, Lily Evans, make me better.

I think the way you wrinkle your nose when you’re making a difficult potion is adorable.

Your joy is infectious. I want to share it with you, if only you’ll let me.

Without another thought, Lily yanked open the door and nearly tripped over  her feet in her haste to get down the stairs. 

And then actually tripped over a body sitting at the end. 

Warm hands caught her around the waist and the body shifted, standing.

“Sorry, tha– oh” Lily startled as she came face to face with the wizard she’d been searching for.

And then she kissed him.

Lily’s mind was drawn to all the lovely things he’d written about her and how she could find them all in this kiss. The brilliance in the thrill that ran down her spine, the kindness in the tender way he responded and radiant heat that grew as they gained confidence. And the challenge? Well, they wouldn’t be Lily and James if they didn’t challenge each other, even when kissing.

Lily tried to let her joy be contagious. Tried to show him how much he lit her up. And James? He’d always bent fluent in Lily Evans. He understood perfectly.

[siriusmydeer]

my pretty witch

james potter x fem!reader

summary: james shows you how beautiful your body is.

word count: 2.8k

warnings: soft dom!james, sub!reader, fingering, fem!receiving oral, body insecurities, self doubt, missionary, penetration, marking, daddy kink, kissing, praise, mentions of sickness, wolfstar mention <3

note; requested.

the birds were singing, the sun was glowing, it was the most memorable saturday of the spring season.

students were speaking amongst themselves as the birds were increasingly chirping and the glinting sun that was only visible hanging planet in the sky that was emitting shimmering rays upon the two girls sitting amongst themselves. the faint gust of wind peering as subtle background noise whilst the rest of the courtyard was trifling around on the weekend.

“'m not sure lils, i just feel— it’s hard to explain.” you began to explain with an expression of embarrassment starting to linger on your face, a simple yet prying conversation amongst the ginger whilst you both sat upon the fresh-cut grass upon the millions of acres that belonged to hogwarts.

students of hogwarts were fairly spaced out upon the yard, as well as corridors and the library with madame pince no doubt hurrying them away to keep the tranquility rather in unbroken, as it was one of the first warm days for weather since the scotland air was filled with ivory flecks that completely covered the viridescent grounds.

almost no gryffindor peers around only the two of you insight. james, remus, peter, and sirius had all made their way closer to the quidditch pitch the minute they left breakfast; mainly so james could practice alongside sirius, and they could prance around the pitch on their brooms like first years who had just learned how to fly, as remus and peter watched. mainly peter, remus had cracked open his most latest read as soon as he sat upon the stands whilst faintly blushing from time to time at sirius’ winks and irritatingly pleasant wolf whistles.

what you hadn’t known was james leaving his mates with each other slightly earlier than expected in a quest for his girlfriend.

he had a glistering grin formed on his lips after catching sight of you speaking amongst lily. he was ready to parade over to you and boast about his newest quidditch tricks he had learned whilst sitting upon your lap ruining the serene aura that swarmed around your conversation with the ginger.

the deviant sun flickered delicate rays over your figure, to james you were effortlessly gleaming in the golden hues that radiated upon your skin.

his girl.

how could someone be so utterly beautiful?

the only thing diminishing his smile from the apex of his lips was when he was close enough to catch wind of your conversation with the gryffindor.

“i don't want him to think ‘m disgusting or anything! i just— i have stretch marks and stuff. i don't wanna be unappealing or something.” you whined following a groan whilst tilting your head back, covering your eyes at the slowly sinking sun radiating into your irises.

lily gaped at you befuddled before speaking, “but i mean, you’ve had sex before—” she spoke rather boisterously, you rapidly took the palm of your hand, clutching it over her mouth before she removed it and continued speaking, “and he's never been ‘disgusted’ or anything prior.” she finished in a whisper at your widen eyes; your face contorting into fear, afraid someone had heard what she said.

“’m just nervous that just because he doesn't express anything, doesn't mean he doesn't think it.” you chewed heavily at the skin of your peeling lips before applying a fresh layer of chapstick to the chapped cushions.

the awareness of your pending stress began to become overwhelming in your veins as you expressed your concerns to lily.

the bespectacled boy less than ten feet away from you tremendously creased his features in bewilderment, his face almost permanently contorting into a grueling grimace. did he ever do anything to make you think you were undesirable to him? you were quite literally an angelic essence that roamed the acres of hogwart’s at every waking moment of the day, it was like he had won the lottery, (something muggle-like you had mentioned to him) when you had agreed to go on a date with him.

and now you suspected something he couldn't even imagine in a nightmare.

he stayed a moment longer, listening to you drone on upon the fact he might've found you horrid or repelling. his psyche opting to trudge back to the gryffindor towers where he had originally planned to meet with you after your meet-up with lily.

what decision could've reveled in your mind to decide that he might've thought grueling thoughts on the certain aspects of your psychical appearance that he particularly found beautiful. your personality was captivating, of course. but that didn't mean he wouldn't bore his eyes into your figure trying to memorize every micro-detail of you and your features. any juncture of time he had with you he would spend adorning every aspect of you, when you happen to be separated he would spend his mind fulfilling images of you.

there wasn't one moment where he wasn't thinking of you.

and there wasn't one singular nanosecond he didn't think you weren't a goddess walking the earth.

even before you had brushed your teeth on particularly rough mornings before classes when the mangled tuffs of your hair that clung to your roots before brushing it, even when you were blowing your nose and heaving the tissues onto the ground when you were adamantly sick and you couldn't even whiff the most pungent scents; you were angelic.

so how in merlins name would you think so negatively of yourself?

james proceeded to haul his legs in pacing motions across the floor whilst he awaited your presence in the vermillion stricken common room. his thoughts overwhelming him on the mere thought of you and your psyche negatively impacting every nook and cranny of your mind-- which he would opt to remove any moment he got the chance to.

at the tumble of his limbs moving around the common room he heard a similar pair of footsteps enter the common room, “you alright, love?” you inquired gently, your figure tremendously slouched and drowsy after being in overwhelming embarrassment, the quick spin of his figure catching your attention.

“should i not have—” you initiated to speak again, your words almost completely disorganized, speaking first rather than overthinking your words at his slight apprehensive behaviors since you had arrived mere seconds ago.

“i love you,” he began, now walking over to your tense figure, “and you're my person,” said james in a rapid pace, the words of his tongue rolling off haphazardly. you began to crease your eyebrows confusedly at his confession, his hands deciding to sit on both sides of your fragile jaw that began to clench in the encasement of his palms.

you were adamantly confused at where his arbitrary confession had sprouted from, and the intentions behind it.

“’m quite aware, yes?” you sighed in the duration of your sentence recalling the conversation over your appearance with lily just a few minutes ago, now defiantly looking at your shoes before speaking again. “why the sudden confession, james?” you inquired again, this time sorrowfully.

“’m not an eavesdropper or anything,” he began to defend himself, seeing your eyes hastily peer ascent to him along with the widening of your eyes, “but, i— i heard what you said to lily.” he finished his sentence wistfully. you respired heavily for a moment, your hands now clutching onto his that remained laid onto your complexion.

“just, i dunno. ignore my thoughts, they’re stupid.”

his eyes proceeded to widen at your request. his reaction to being adamantly confused was contorted in the features of his face like he had been peering over the defense against the dark arts section on an O.W.L.S exam after not studying for a week.

“i could never just ignore you. i care about what you think, m’love.” he dragged the pad of his thumb against the dermis of your cheek, feeling the broad flush of your skin begin to warm the velvet palms of hands. “i just— i can't explain it.”

there was a detrimental feeling pooling in your mind at the feeling of embarrassment beginning to tinge your cheeks. you felt as if you were in the middle of a school audition and suddenly forgot all of your lines, the insistent feeling of unworthiness popping up in your mind every couple of minutes like a menace throughout your life.

“c’mon, darling,” he whispered whilst beckoning you, removing his hands that were clutched onto the apple of your cheeks now sliding his digits through your own. the balmy feeling of his palm radiating into yours was the only steady grasp you had while he had led you into his empty dormitory.

his emotions continued to display as unknown whilst he sat upon the vermillion knit comforter that laid quite messily upon his bed. his legs began to open whilst he brought your body between them. his palms making a heavy grip upon the curvature of your waist, and his thumb now stroking the cotton material that adorned your figure. his thumb gliding down to the hem, suddenly feeling the warm flush of your skin melding into his own.

“let me make you feel good.” james began to plead, his face quirking into a mild pout. your mind reflecting on your insecurities for a moment, the ripples in your skin, the vergetures tissue that was rooted upon your flesh, but as of right now that was now to be the least of your concerns that ventured in your mind.

the pads of his calloused palm lingered to the planes of your lower back to the swell of your bottom, his hands palming at the denim material while he awaited your answer; you merely nodded your head, his grin increasingly growing whilst his grip managed to maneuver you hurriedly onto the middle of his bed. your legs slightly fumbling before your spine was adjacent to his mattress.

his lip was now faintly tucked under the cushion of his lip while his athletic form began to hover over your body. the ivory white top you were dressed in was now being pulled down to the point of the exposure of your brassiere, and the dewy kisses emitting from his lips were now faintly pressed against the mantle of your skin.

his fingers feebly started to grasp at the flimsy material of your top before raising it over the undulating form of your body, his hand flinging the pallid fabric onto the mahogany wood of his dormitory. james had now buried his head between your supple mounds that laid gracefully on your chest, his swirling tendrils of brunet tickled at the planes of your jugular.

he felt the slight respire hitching in your chest while lips suckled at the skin that guarded your sternum, the slight blossoming hue rested in the juncture of your chest whilst his lips proceeded to move around your midriff.

the silk tresses of his brunet tuffs faintly titillated at your abdomen as the sponges of his kisses landed directly on the lower regions of your abdomen. his lips continuing to suction recurrent markings till the fluorescent blooms of umber and vermillion spilled delicately onto the searing flesh of your midriff.

his cerulean eyes peeled off of the buckle from your jeans, his eyes now sauntering out your face, and your arms now balancing yourself so you can gape into his eyes. he tilted his head in question, emitting a second nod of confirmation from you. taking it upon himself to rid of your clothing from your legs, leaving his hand traveling into the flimsy sheet of scarlet lace you had been clad in.

his finger swirled upon the swollen button once, releasing an enclosed gasp from your lungs that had been held in your trachea. his hands grasping upon the tight material and removing it from your body before looking at the sopping folds of your cunt.

once, twice, three times, he glided his fingers through your arousal effortlessly before attaching his lips to the swelled nub, proceeding to suckle like a babe. his tongue exploring your cunt whilst your wavering moans were transferring through the air. he began to maneuver your legs to balance on the bend of his shoulders whilst your pending moans lay enticingly in the air; your feeble digits feeling the strain of his tuffs in the clutch of your fingers at his arousing stimulation.

his ring and middle finger began to prod at your entrance before sliding into the depths of your aching cunt nimbly. his tongue stretched upon the crevices of your cunt while it collected your sickly nectar on the tip of his tongue, his face now buried in your cunt.

the unyielding quiver in your legs around his head was only steely increasing as he etched you closer and closer upon release. the bubbling moans exuding from your throat only increasing his current pride at your pleasureful noises making him grin into your cunt until you were pleading out to him, rather desperately.

“daddy, please. can i cum?”

“since you asked so nicely.” he retorted to your question enticingly. removing his mouth as his fingers recurrently impelled in the silken encasement of your cunt until your legs were trembling over his shoulders, and your mind had finally bleared out from the explosive butterflies that now lingered in your belly.

he caught sight of a few unwavering mauve lines that retracted in the inside flesh of your thighs, pressing a few absentminded kisses to them before his body began to hover over your own.

the bespectacled boy had now removed the indigo shirt from his body, his abdomen and rippling muscles were now in desolate from your slightly fatigued eyes. his body now recurrently hovering over your heaving one. his thumb swiped against your cheek once before his eyes came in the direct view of your churning abdomen.

he lowered his face till his nose was slightly smeared against your rib cage and his lips came in direct contact with the mauve and pallid lines you had been so doggedly insecure about.

his hands now placed on the curvature of your waist, admiring the stripes that now defined your midsection. tracing the small lines on the left, on the right, then craning his neck under your thighs so he could press a few absentminded kisses to the swell of your bum.

when he had returned from your underside, now catching your lips in a kiss. the hues of orange and red now bleeding into the atmosphere of the room, the sun slowly setting in the underworld amongst the other planets whilst he removed the remaining articles of clothing that had lingered on your figures.

“you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, pressing a kiss into the junction of your neck, landing directly on your pulse point that had been unwaveringly erratic. “astonishingly beautiful, my angel.” he crooned into the curvature of your neck whilst his lips moved to the crease of your jaw.

his hands delicately were fixed on the apex of your thighs, the limbs hanging closely on the burly muscles of his waist. “please, daddy. need you so bad.” you began to mewl while his cock had nudged faintly at your thigh.

at your words, james leisurely filled you to the brim with his cock until the happy trail sprouted ascent his lower abdomen was now pressed against your hips in a minuscule grinding-like motion.

his forearms now embedding into the mattress beside your hair that was cascading around your face similar to a halo that an angel wore proudly, his hips continuously grinding against your hips whilst your ankles were brought into a tight lock on the lower curvature of his spine.

“my pretty girl.”

the motions of his thrusts were steady and protracted. the movements drawing out your orgasms substantially, rather than the feeling of intense euphoric elation, it’s rather prolonged and comforting in the small snap of a coil that trembled in your belly.

the searing flush of your skin colliding with one another whilst his mouth had now been placed upon your own once more. your arms now resting on the nape of his neck, the minuscule scratch, and tug of your fingers bringing him to center of the actions he was trying to exhibit towards you.

his love, his adoration, his appreciation.

the small kisses he left on your hairline whilst he was etched closer, and closer upon his release until the splintering clench in his belly had profusely slackened . “you’re so captivating.” he crooned amid your kiss after separating his lips from yours for a moment.

the meld of his skin against your own was enticing and inviting. his tongue swept into your mouth to envelop the feeling of you just a little more before the ropes of his release had seeped into the depths of your cunt; only deepening the liplock whilst his prick had remained inside of you.

it wasn't a long duration of time before james quickly scrambled away to dress you in his freshly cleaned vermillion and umber quidditch jumper and a pair of his boxer shorts, quickly cuddling close to your side whilst placing a few last kisses to your forehead before he had changed into a pair of sweatpants himself and beckoned you to lay on his chest.

“you m’dear, are, completely, and irrevocably bewitching. my pretty witch.”

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This is the only Witch’s Heart imagines blog I can find and I’m so thankful for it tbh! For a request, maybe Claire + the guys reacting to their S/O getting badly injured?

I did want to do more with this but I do hope it's to your liking.

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Claire:

She finds you a few feet from her room, coiled on the floor and wheezing.

She’s never the type to get angry. She’s usually docile and kind.

You didn’t get a glimpse at her face from your blurred vision but you could hear the rage firm in her gentle voice as she leaned over to tend to you.

“Who did this to you?”

She’d raise hell for you.

They’d get a piece of her mind and a swift kick to the side of the head.

Claire Elford was not violent, Unless. she needed to protect someone.

That’s what she used her strength for.

Ashe:

As his eyes found you, all he could see was red.

Who the fuck would dare mess with his Y/N.

He had lost enough already.

His hands were already tending to your wound and his voice stayed horrifyingly level as he asked. “Who hurt you.”

The chill in his voice leveled the temperature of the entire room.

His actions were only driven by your state and safety.

Whoever left you like this would die.

Wilardo:

His expression was cold upon finding you.

He was never the expressive type to begin with but even his micro-expressions were difficult to spot.

He’s always been guarded, self isolating.

You had gotten close to him and now someone had gotten to you.

He lifted you with ease, already working to clean and patch you up.

He was quiet, you only knew it was him by the texture of his hands and the sound of his breathing.

Whoever did this would know hell, because he’d show them it himself.

Sirius:

Terror and rage, those were the expressions Sirius would often show when someone closest to him was on the brink.

Who would dare lay a hand on you?!

That much didn’t matter, you needed him right now and he would treat you right then and there.

Adrenaline fueled his muscles enough to carry you but only just.

It fueled the swiftness of his hands as he stilled your breathing and worked in his craft.

He’d known these skills because after watching someone he loved so dearly die before him once, he’d be damned if it ever happened again.

He would save you, and he would find the person responsible.

His money would make that more than possible.

Noel:

Fear, and Agony were the emotions that flit across Noel’s expression.

He’d seen more than enough loss and you wouldn’t be next.

He’d seen Claire die countless times. Sirius nearly as much.

He would not be alone again.

Noel wouldn’t go through something like the Mansion ever again.

Except he didn’t know what to do.

So he cried and carried you to Sirius to save your life.

~Mod Sirius