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An Elf In An Enchanted Forrest

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Helena Darling

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Master Chef

You never thought "rations" was an appropriate term for the feasts you prepare for your party.

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It's Always A Twisty Path

From Lira: A long week “Cheer up, Lira; it might never happen.” “Hey, Clive.” I was beginning to think it wouldn’t ever happen. A full week, and I had nothing. Well, nothing except a nightly scolding from Uggla at my campsite (miles away: the owl insisted) about how long I’d been gone and how he couldn’t cope and how there were dragons everywhere and hunting was hard. I’d even thrown a…

[aeslinnreads]

"(...) but lovers are like the ever-moaning sea."

Celtic Tales: Fairy Tales and Stories of Enchantment from Ireland, Scotland, Brittany, and Wales (Kate Forrester)

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Happy Valentine's Day!

[youryanderedaddy]

Tw: captivity, obsessive behavior, made up fantasy lore, mind fuck (?)

He never calls for you - he only ever sends his servants, poor, confused little creatures of the night once lost just like you. They gather at your door like an army of darkness, scratching and biting at the delicate wooden frame, howling piteously with full chest until you're faced with the choice of either opening the door, or suffocating yourself with the fluffy white pillow. You give in after what feels like an appropriate time - not too soon as to feed his ever - growing ego, yet not so late that the creatures' heads start to roll under your nose.

You slowly walk down the endless corridor, refusing to look at anything for longer than a second - even as it calls to you with the sweetest voice of desire. Everything is enchanted to the very last candle on the wall. The countless paintings depict wealth and opulence beyond your wildest dreams, an adundance of riches upon riches, of honeycomb amber and pure green emeralds. The silk carpet is as soft as a dandelion just before it bursts open, and the crystal chandelier embarks such a soft light the human eye can never properly adjust to the tender shades of yellow and blue. The castle is tempting you with every passing breath - begging you to stay here forever. Begging you to love it, and everyone inside - especially His Majesty, the Lord.

You try to calm your disheveled thoughts as you carefully open the heavy gates to the throne room. Your breath hitches deep into your throat as your eyes gaze upon the feast spread out before you, and suddenly you're starving like a wolf. By now you should know better than to let yourself be lured in by magic - but the pull is too magnetic and you quickly find yourself stepping closer to the piled up table. You take in the smell with unsatiated hunger - golden apples baked inside fine sugar crystals, tender deer fillet dripping with berry sauce and smokey mushrooms, the sort you can only find inside an enchanted forrest. Cream puffs and mountains of stripped ice soaked in jam and vanilla essence upon stacks of fruit and more goblets of red wine than you can count. And yet he remains ever the centerpiece of the vision.

"You're late, mona grece tide*." His voice slowly fills the room with its overbearing softness, always on the verge of dropping into silence. It's painful to look at him - as if everything about the mythical man was created a touch too symmetrical, to the point where the sharp features all blend together. His lips are too full, his eyes - if the golden slits beneath his brows may be called that, are way too bright under the sun, and they reflect a time you don't wish to remember. And his hair is so long and pale, so very white and smooth, you have to stop your hands from reaching into the wounded transparency of his wild locks, less you want to lose a finger or two.

"Tidea." Khaal snaps his finger more aggressively when you don't respond to his call the first time. You squint in an attempt to block the light coming from the tiny cracks in his face - the birth lines of his dragon. "Sit down. Don't make me come to you."

Tide. Tidea. Love, as you eventually learnt the meaning of the word in Lohemian. My little love, the words still rest on his tongue, because what are you if not a small, fragile human?

"I'd hate to inconvenience you so, my Lord." You eventually bite back, breaking out of the trance. Slipping in and out of consciousness and constantly guessing your surroundings is taking a toll on you, but you'll lose your sanity before you give into his madness. "Touching a filthy human like myself will surely sully your pretty golden flakes." You smile with venom, tearing into the nearest sun-pear. He watches the juice drip down your chin with angry narrowed eyes, and with another swift snap of his fingers he's standing before you, towering above.

"Insolent child, you are." He grips your face carelessly, inspecting it from all sides before finally materializing a clean cloth and wiping you clean. "You're foolish just like any other human." His brows twist together with anger, but his expression remains angelic to the untrained eye. "I can give you everything you've ever wanted. The sun at your feet, the moon on your shoulders. All the knowledge of the world." His fingers suddenly stop rubbing along your jawline and his gaze falls upon your cold, quivering lips. "All I ask in return is your loyalty." His sharp nail begins stroking your lower lip. It doesn't draw blood, but you wish it would. You can't stand the anticipation - the moment before the violence entails.

"Don't let your eyes wander. Gift me your warmth." The dragon king pulls you closer to his chest, and all fight leaves you. His form is perfectly defined with thousand metal - like flakes, one on top of the other like a flawless shield. It's probably a great weapon on the battlefield - but it lacks the naked vulnerability of human skin, and it's so cold it hurts to stand close, much less touch it directly. "Look at me!" He suddenly roars, and you fall back from the sheer power of his voice.

Everything hurts - as if the floor is suddenly melting, you feel like you will never stop falling down.

"I can't. It's too painful." You whisper weakly between hoarse broken sobs threatening to tear off your heart in two. "I wasn't made for this world, f-for your... world." You bite your lips, averting eyes to the ground. "Everything in you wants me dead. Your love will kill me." You whimper, squeezing your left hand to your chest. The dead weight of the broken bone is pulling you down, luring you deeper into sleep.

"I'd like to see you try, mon'tidea." He sinks down to your level, quick as a shadow. Stealing a kiss as light as a sparrow, he pushes you down. "Die as many times as you want. You'll always end up here in my arms." His lips are grazing your ear, warm breath hitting your neck. Another illusion, you realize - his body can't create warmth. It's simply reflecting your warmth back to you. "Because once you enter my realm, there's no coming back."

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CHANGE OF HEART

dean winchester x angel!reader

2.2k | angst, hurt/comfort, szn 9

summary: dean is still a complete ass, but a late night conversation has you realizing the cruel facade the older winchester puts on may just be there to cover his sweet and tender soul.

WHEN ANGEL FALLS IN LOVE

humanity truly was a fickle concept, and you started to understand that as time went on. after you and dean came back from your shopping trip, you were assumedly happier. your room was eccentric, exactly how you wanted it. there had been a white vintage dresser in your room when you woke up a day later, dean telling you that if you wanted a place for that mountain of clothes, than you’d need a place to put it.

your walls were less drab, now having pops of colour and exuberant paintings that lifted your spirits. the furniture was ugly, and the wall colour still looked like mud, but the extra pop of colour did help exponentially.

though something still felt off. you were learning more about humanity, and sam was as he usually is. but things with dean seemed to have shifted from weird to weirder.

he went from being snippy when you talked to him — closed off walls that had slight cracks in them, to completely boarding you off. he blatantly ignored you, the last full conversation you two had being when he bought you the dresser.

you’d come into the room he was in, it didn’t matter what he was doing, or how important, he’d just up and leave. you tried to talk to him as you did on your car ride, he’d give you vague, one word responses or just shake his head for yes or no.

it was disheartening, and really confusing. what had you done in this short period of time that made him change up so fast?

the night was young, a fresh 1am gracing your eyes as you looked at your alarm clock. you were watching a movie, and as time dwindled past, your stomach rumbled in remembrance that you hadn’t eaten in a while.

with a huff, you shut your computer softly and made your way to the kitchen. the bunker’s air was cold on your exposed skin. a small, tight fitted t shirt with a picture of a cat and stripped underwear were all you wore. you didn’t expect anyone to be awake, for sam was usually asleep by ten and dean was avoiding you like the plague. a quick trip wouldn’t hurt, and you’d be in and out in seconds

god, how you wished you weren’t so blindingly oblivious sometimes

instead of worrying about what sam or dean would be doing, you would’ve heard no music from dean’s room, which usually cut out by at least 2 in the morning. it didn’t make it better you had headphones on, and if you weren’t so in your head you would’ve noticed dean sitting at the kitchen table.

your head was down, twirling your hair between your fingers as you maneuvered through the kitchen. not realizing the forrest green eyes stuck on your frame.

dean felt his mouth dry up, hands tightly clasping the fork he held that had recently delved into the crevices of an apple pie. you were going to be the fucking death of him. in that tight little shirt, in those tiny ass panties. this is the reason why he started ignoring you. you were so enchanting, a beacon of light that pulsed dean’s name. he wanted you so bad his heart hurt, yet he knew he couldn’t have you.

he was a bad man, not deserving of the divinity that rolled off of you like waves. that road trip was a turning point, and he realized that his hatred was to hide what he honestly felt.

you were sweet, and too kind for dean’s coal black heart. he could see it from the start, you grace and beauty still evident even after you fell. you were everything that dean longed for, but would never allow himself to have.

that’s why he made you think he hated you, why he ignored you. but now, with the fridge light bathing your figure and lighting you up like a wishing star, dean wanted to be selfish, he wanted to push his worries away for once and indulge in the sweetest fruits.

with a clatter of his fork, dean stood up from the table and walked over to you slowly. you still couldn’t hear him, your headphones blocking out any noise beyond your music, but that’s what dean needed. he needed that moment of clarity before he fully went under.

coming up behind you, his breath tickled down your neck, making your shoulders tense as you slowly paused your music. taking your headphones off and putting them on the counter, you turned around slowly and slightly jumped as dean stared down at you through his hooded eyes.

“jeez dean,” you breathed, hand resting against your chest as you caught your breath. “don’t sneak up on a girl like that, you almost gave me a heart attack.”

he didn’t say a word, just staring down at you as his fists clenched by his sides. you didn’t know what to think, this was the first time dean had even looked at you in days, and his back and forth attitude was starting to confuse you.

sighing, you crossed your arms against your chest, looking up at dean with a stoic expression on your face. you were still an angel after all, and no one taught you about how somethings should be left unsaid.

“what is wrong with you?” the question rolled off of your tongue like poison ivy straight to dean’s heart, making him jerk back a little and widen his eyes. his mouth opened, like he wanted to say something; question you, ask what you meant, you didn’t care. you just put your hand up to halt his words.

“don’t even start,” you bit out, anger you didn’t even know you held slipping through your lips. “you think you can just ignore me for days and then come up to me and stare like a petulant child? i might be an angel who’s new to the world, but i’m not fucking stupid dean.”

your words had him reeling. you never swore — or he’s never heard you. the words coming from your lips were so firm, so assured, that dean couldn’t help a swell of pride flourish in his chest. you were growing stronger, and he couldn’t be more proud of his girl.

well, you would be his girl if he grew a pair of balls.

dean didn’t realize that he’d just been staring at you, lost in his own mind that he didn’t even respond. he finally snapped out of his stupor when you scoffed, turning around and grabbing your headphones before moving to leave the kitchen. “unbelievable. i’m done trying to crack you dean. if you don’t want to even try and care, i’ll just leave you alone for good-“

your words were cut short as dean gripped onto your upper arm, spinning you around and into his chest. his movements shocked you to the point of dropping your headphones, the only noise being the device clattering on the ground and your wracked breathing.

he was so close, so close you could see all the imperfections on his face. his scattered freckles that looked like fairy dust, the stubble that grazed his jaw and how it added to his handsome charm; everything was so overwhelming, and you couldn’t help but grip onto his shoulders as you stared up at him through your lashes.

dean didn’t know why he did it, but he knew it was what needed to be done. he was sick of hiding, and having you this close made him realize how bad he craved you.

the puffs of air from your pretty lips hitting his face, the scent of vanilla and cherries hitting his senses. your hands gripping his shoulders had his palms itching to touch you, shaking as they reached out and gripped your hips.

his batted breath mixed with yours, one hand leaving your waist to delicately dance across your cheek. “please don’t leave,” his voice was filled with vulnerability, slight edges of urgency twisted into it’s roots. “just - give me one second to explain. please, sweet angel.”

sweet angel. the nickname made you gulp, butterflies erupting in your stomach as you just stared up at him expectantly. you waited for him to speak, watching as he closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. your hands on his shoulders squeezed lightly, a small sign of comfort that dean easily caught onto.

when dean re-opened his eyes, you swore you could see his walls crumbling down as he looked at you. his blockades to the real man — which made up his soul, peaking through for the first time. “i’m not good at these kind of things. i’m a killer, a ruthless, self indulgent man who doesn’t deserve your love.”

the words coming from his mouth hit you in the gut, wrenching a deep hole into your middle. dean truly felt that about himself, and it hurt your soul that he couldn’t see how much of a good person he was.

yeah, he was a dick, you could say that much, but he also cared. you saw how he loved and protected sam, how he would put his life on the line for his little brother. you watched him protect people from the creatures of the night, soft words leaving his lips as he consoled frightened victims. whatever dean had tried to show you in the past couple of weeks wasn’t truly him, and you were now determined to show him that.

your one hand lifted to his cheek, watching as his hand on your face fell down and rested on your neck above your pulse point, almost like he was trying to tell himself you were actually real. “you are none of those things dean winchester,” your words were soft, a reassurance that only left dean shaking his head.

“no, don’t do that. please listen to me.” you gripped his face in your hands now, pulling it down so it rested on your forehead. “you are a good man. you kill to rid the world of evil, and that’s the best thing you possibly could do.”

he just looked down at you, a sorrowful look on his face as his eyes showed the way he didn’t believe your words. “i can’t give you what you need, angel.” his words left you shocked, a testament to dean’s confession as he held onto you tighter. “i’m not capable of love, and you deserve a whole fucking ocean of it. you are the true definition of beauty, and you need someone who can give you that and more.”

tears leaked from your eyes, leaning further into dean as he gave silly reasons on why he didn’t deserve you. “dean-“ you breathed, voice shaky as a lump lodged in your throat. all he did was shake his head against yours, bringing his hand up to brush your tears away.

“no tears, please my darling girl. i don’t deserve them.” he tried to pull away, but you held him tighter, not allowing him to let go. “no!” you sobbed, eyes leaking proof of your sorrow. “this isn’t fair! you can’t do this. i didn’t even know how you felt twenty minutes ago. hell, i didn’t even know how i felt twenty minutes ago. i thought you hated me for gods sake. please just give me time to think dean, i deserve that much.”

dean all but whimpers, a sigh that sounds too heartbroken for your now fragile ears. “baby, please. just let me save you, i don’t want to burden you with my issues. you deserve security, a fairytale love you only read in books. i can’t give you that.”

“cut the shit winchester.” you snap, shocking the man in front of you. “this is my life too, remember? what i need isn’t for you to decide. so please, give me a day. and i promise, i’ll decide if i want you to ruin me or not.”

all dean did was shake his head, hugging you to him like he could meld your bodies together. “you don’t want that, pretty girl.”

“if it came from you, i’d allow you to ruin me in anyway possible, so the only aspect of love i see is your heart beating for me.” the words were a little toxic, even you as an angel could see that, but dean was so in his head, you needed to show him that he was capable of love. he was made to love someone, to cherish them and show them how beautiful his soul was. you just hoped he’d let that person be you.

leaving a lingering kiss on his forehead, you separated from the sorrowed man, watching as he reached out for you like you were drifting away in the ether.

picking up your headphones, you moved to walk out of the kitchen. briefly turning around, you stared and watched as dean looked at you longingly, waiting for you to say something. anything. “my room. tomorrow. 12am. i’ll be there with my verdict. but trust me dean winchester, you are capable of a love worth writing about.”

the words lingered as you left, tears slowly falling down your cheeks as you thought of the man who was broken in more ways than you could count. a boy who was deprived of love and believed he didn’t deserve. but you swore, you’d show him. you’d let dean winchester realize how much of a lover he was.

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Planets, Animals and their association with your spouse

In this post I will show you a fun technique on how to find out which animals your spouse could be associated with in terms of their pets or other ways like symbolisms or nicknames they could be linked with, with certain type of animals.

Firstly, for this method we look at the 7th house in the D1 chart. We look if there are any planets located inside the 7th house. If there are any planets placed in the 7th house, those planets can tell you with what type of animals your spouse could be personally associated with, because the 7th house represents the physical being of your spouse, especially the face. Planets inside the 7th house can manifest on the appearance of the spouse and according to the animal that is represented by that planet it can give similar features in the appearance of your spouse.

Next, if no planets are placed inside the 7th house we then look at the 7th lord, the planet which rules over the 7th house will tell us with what kind of an animal they will be generally associated with, in this case this does not have to do with their appearance since that 7th lord will be placed somewhere else in the chart and leaves the 7th house empty. But it can manifest in other ways, like as a pet or their favorite animal or something they are symbolically associated with or even their nationality (as some nations have a spirit animal). We also include the Darakaraka planet into this method, we apply the same thing to the Darakaraka planet as well, just like we did with the 7th lord planet.

Lastly, what we also include are the planets which are placed with the 7th lord and the Darakaraka planet in the same house, they can also play a role (it might not be too closely linked with them but there could be some rare circumstances in which they could be related or linked with it.

Btw you can never categorize one type of animal to only one planet, there are many cases in which certain types of animals will be attributed by two or more planets.

Now to the planets and the animals...

Sun: animals which represent bravery and loyalty, which are loud and bold, have to be tamed and get lots of praises and attention and are majestic - lion, tiger, dog, wolf, peacock, eagle

Moon: animals which represent innocence, intuition, fertility, nurturing, timidness/shyness, quite and delicate animals - deer, cat, rabbit, dove, butterfly (winged animals)

Mercury: animals which are small, make too much noises (even speak), restless/move too much/can't stay still, are handy - parrot, chicken (birds in general), fish, turtle (for their size), mouse, hamster, bunny

Venus: animals which are feminine, elegant, beautiful, even seductive, which represent extravagance, and creativity, are very colorful - swan, snake, peacock, bigger and more colorful breeds of parrots/birds, butterfly, cow

Mars: animals which are fast and strong, stubborn, protective, aggressive/dangerous even, need to be disciplined and trained - dog, leopard/puma/panther/cheetah (basically all sprinting big cats), bear, wolf, horse, ram, shark

Jupiter: animals which are very big in size and represent freedom/expansion and wildlife, jungles, forrests, mountains, seas, symbolizing optimizm - horse, eagle, bear, elephant, dolphin, whale, koala, panda, raccoon, squirrel, lama

Saturn: animals which represent humilty, service, hardships, burdens (load animals), suffering, endurance and longevity - donkey, camel, ox, horse, elephant, goat, turtoise, crocodile

Rahu: animals which represent worldly desires, enchantment, ambition, obsession, attachment, illusion, exoticness - dog, snake/serpent/dragon, spider, eye catching reptiles

Ketu: animals which represent the underworld, soul realm, detachment, isolation, intuition, transformation, darkness - cat, snake/serpent/dragon, scorpion (dark colored reptiles), owl, deer, raven

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As you can see some animals can be categorized into 2~3 planets archetypes. But these are the themes and animals for each planet. I really tried to include as many kinds of animals as I could. I personally have lots of fun looking into this method when I analyse peoples charts, because I have seen this play out with their spouses a lot. I hope this was helpful and can give you some more clues about your future spouse.

Thanks for reading. 🪐

[alternate-universe-archivist]

Medieval AU where Viktor is secretly a witch that helps people through providing medicine.

Jayce is a traveling monster hunter (massive hammer included lol) following rumors about a sinister witch.

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When Jayce arrives at the supposed witch’s village the people there are mysteriously protective, barely giving him any information but plenty of nasty looks.

“Aren’t you afraid?” Jayce ask one of the older farmers. “Magic is dangerous, it has destroyed civilizations.” The woman then explains to him how the witch had treated her daughter’s illness, saving her from an untimely death. Something in Jayce starts to feels conflicted.

Even with people trying to block his path at every turn, the witch can only hide for so long. Eventually Jayce finds their home at the border of the woods.

Instead of the fabled old and hideous looking hag the cottage is lived in by a young—temptingly attractive—man. Jayce tries to convince himself that their appearance is only an illusion, still he swings his hammer less determined, misses, and a cheap hex moves the floor beneath his feet—taking him down and leaving him unconscious.

Jayce expects it to be his grave but strangely he wakes up in a bed and not a coffin. The witch has chained him to the bed (lest he cause more trouble) and is kindly treating his wounds.

Instead of brawl Jayce starts asking him questions then: why the witch does all this, how he learned the art of witchcraft, why he didn’t kill him, what his name is…

His name is Viktor.

Viktor promises to let him go if he does one thing: slay the creature guarding fertile soil in the forrest: the residents need the land for agriculture, but a sly placed golem has been guarding the land for years and Viktor is not as mobile between overgrown plants so he can’t do it himself.

Jayce agrees and hesitantly lets Viktor enchant his hammer when he offers. It’s not a simple battle and Jayce injures his leg but through determination they succeed.

Viktor tends to his wounds once again—now the recovery time is months instead of days. He cooks for Jayce, sows new clothes, and entertains him with the stories of the old world.

As time passes Jayce grows fond of him. Viktor is kind, attentive, charming. The best of ‘humanity’. But… guilt also stirs within him. How many secretly kind magical creatures had he killed before? How many of his good intentions have only spread more suffering?

On a particularly bad day Jayce can’t take it anymore. When the reality of his sins consumes him Jayce downs Viktor’s lethal potions.

Instead of dying he wakes once again in Viktor’s bed.

Viktor’s furious, saddened, regretful, but still filled with empathy and affection as always. He begs Jayce to stay. That he loves him for who he is, with or without the blood on his hands.

In the end the village gains a new forge, one that specializes in magical tools at that. With time Jayce slowly learns to have compassion for himself. Instead of the village he was the one in need of salvation. Jayce found the witch, the love of his life and beyond.

[blkgirl-writing]

I love your touch starved Gale so much 😭❤️ honestly it's so tender and yum haha

Do you have an A-Z/Alphabet NSFW thing for Gale??? 🙏

I do now!!! I totally forgot abut Alphabet stuff, if ya'll want one for every character let me know, I'm working on Astarion right now!

Gale Dekarios NSFW alphabet (x reader)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Gale is kind and caring, he will always make sure you get what you need before he really relaxes. Sex isn't over for him until you're taken care of, aftercare is a part of the sexual experience to him.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Creampie every time, though after eating you out he has stopped to cum on your thighs.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Not that much of a secret since anyone who looked at his underwear knows, it's self jerk off underwear. Honestly I think he's used them during battle when you look extra hot. Trying really hard not to show that he's pleasuring himself.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Gale is fairly experenced, having a few mortal hookups/relationships and obviously a long fling with Mystra that left him a bit sexually traumatized (and generally very traumatized). He's had enough sex to know what he wants but still open to try new things.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Side fucking is his favorite for sure, it's easy to get away with while camping with the others as well. Also plowing you from behind while you lay on your stomach is a favorite, as he can kiss your neck or hold down your waist.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Very serious. Once he gets in that mood there's no getting him out of it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He's trimmed for your pleasure, otherwise he'd definitely just forget.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Gale is a great mix of romantic, passionate, and filthy. Everything does hand in hand very well, he can absolutely run a train through you in astral protections with gangbanging you with literally just clones of himself, but he will still whisper sweet and romantic things, still check if you need to stop or if anything is too much.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Gale cry jerks like all the time lmao. Guilty masturbation is something he has mastered. Thinking about you before you get sexually involved? he will feel guilty.

How he jerks off is two different ways. The only way he can really cum is by grinding on something, his hand, the bed, his enchanted underwear, etc... But he doesn't need to cum. So he also jerks off with his hand behind the rocks near the beach in act 1s camp.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

This is gonna be a hear-me-out kind of situation.

Semi public sex kink. in front of windows, on balconies, middle of the forrest, etc.

lil bit of a jealousy thing, leaves hickies on your neck to show that ya'll fuck good.

he wouldn't do anything to harm you, so anything thats too 'harsh" is a no no for Gale.

thigh fucking kink?

sweaty kink?? cause battling? that whole speech was one of the most sexually charged things I have read.

lil bit of a breeding kink, not with actually getting pregnant, but definitely the deep creampies and keeping his cum in you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Gale cannot WAIT to fuck you in every single inch of his tower. Whenever he pictures fucking you, he pictures you in his home. It's kinda romantic.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Honestly, any glance at you will get him going. Like an instant hard on. If he looks at you too long, boner. if he looks at your thighs or butt? Boner. Slightly low cut top? Boner. Battling? Boner.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would never do anything to hurt you, the most he'd do is wax play.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving. This man GIVES. He fucks to serve. He wants your pleasure, he doesn't cum til you do, no matter what. If that means he won't cum, then he won't cum. If he could spend all day between your legs he would.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Sensual but fast and hard. This man pounds.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He hadn't ever been able to not last a while before you, now, he can actually do quickies, which infatuates him for a while so you have a lot of quickies for a time. But usually everything lasts an hour or so.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Gale is down to try just about anything you'd want, but he definitely already knows what he likes most.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Shockingly he can go for awhile. He will need to just lay for a while because he definitely isn't made for long sessions, he just ignores his knee and back pain for you until he absolutely can't.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

We all know he will, can, and has used magic hand during sex. Does copies of him count as toys as well?

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Gale isn't one to tease much. Verbally, sometimes, yes, telling you how hot you are, how good you look, etc, while having no time to slip away to fuck.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

I feel like Mystra wanted him silent, so he's working on getting more vocal during sex. But he doesn't moan loudly, sometimes whimpers or gasps.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Gale absolutely reads smut. We know this kinda from his diagram books basically, but I think he has a whole bookshelf dedicated to smut. His favorite being wlw.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Said this before but honestly? I watched something and that dick that was shown just screamed Gale to me, so I'm revising my HC and saying Gale is 7 inches, girthy, and curved upwards and slightly to the left, it absolutely fucks. Like tied with best dick of the group, tied with Wyll and his ribbed cock.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Gales sex drive is very dependant on you. If he's thinking about you or around you? very high. On his own? slightly above average.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends. After a long fuck, literally instantly after he checks to see if you need anything. after astral fucking he feels energized, after a quickie he feels a bit tired but fine overall.

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[lukaka-arte]

Okay, hear me out.

I KNOW Eternal Sugar just came out... But that's exactly the reason as to WHAT I think will be inspiration/reference of Silent Salt.

First of all: All the Beasts are a DIRRECT reference to a character of a certain culture.

Mystic Flour = Guanyin/Kuan Yin (chinese buddhism)

Burning Spice = Shiva (Hinduism)

Shadow Milk = The Serpent/Lúcifer (Christianism //my personal take//)

Eternal Sugar = Aphrodite/Calipso (Greek Mithology)

So, with Silent Salt, It won't be different.

And with the current info we have, I can safely say that

Silent Salt is gonna be King Arthur

Okay, hear me out. There's NO DENYIN the HUGE amount of Fairytale references we have with White Lily.

The glassbox/helpless maiden

The evil witch

The enchanted forrest

The literal FAIRIES.

But the way those elements are presentes, for some reason, remind me of the more Folk version of this aspects than the infantilized version of this that we see Disney/DreamWorks/etc do Its take.

It actually reminds me of the "Tales of the Round Table" (a book I had when I was a kid)

I dont exactly know but the vibes? It genuinely gives me the right rub-off (?).

And also, Silent Salt sword CUTTING THE MOON reminded me A LOT of the attack from Capricorn Shura from the Anime Saint Seiya, the attack literal name is EXCALIBUR

Anyways, thanks for listening for me rambling about nonsense.

[he-safest-place]

I have a headcanon that might play into my fanfic, where the feathers on Asterix’s helmet were enchanted by Panoramix. He collected the feathers himself and either commissioned the helmet to done by someone or he had it laying around (haven’t decided on that part yet). Anyway, when Asterix was younger, around his teen years, Panoramix had sent him to help him search for ingredients for potions. Asterix wandered away, found a cave in a part of the forrest he hadn’t explored before and found the helmet lying around.

[thedemonofcat]

Since he had gotten his soul mark that of the wolf, Juilan Pankratz had been kept inside; something about his marks had caused his parents to panic, so they built a tower deep in the middle of the woods.

This is where Juilan had to spend his life, completely alone at the top of the tower. His parents had Mage enchanted a cabinet so there would always be food. About once a month, someone would bring gifts to keep Juilan entrained. Once, a book about flowers inspired Juilan to change his name to Jaskier.

Although Jaskier's favourite gift had to be the lute, he decided if he ever got to leave the Tower, he would want to be Bard.

One day, Geralt, who had gotten his soul mark of Buttercup munch later in life than normal, was riding Roach along a Forrest path when he heard singing

Upon following the voice, Geralt found himself had the base of a Tower

[anissa-dunn]

The river sparkled behind the altar like it had been waiting its whole life to be part of something sacred. It caught the late afternoon sun just right—casting flickers of gold across the water, dappling the grass, setting the entire ceremony in a glow that felt more enchanted than planned.

The scene was country glam at its best. Elegant white chairs lined with gauzy blue ribbons faced a lush floral arch built by Henley herself—an art piece of wild eucalyptus, soft ivory roses, pale blue hydrangeas, and the boldest touch: midnight-blue dahlias nestled throughout, grounding everything in something moody and romantic. It was fresh but timeless. Classy, with a little edge.

Anissa stood behind the barn doors at the edge of the venue, the sound of the river humming in the distance, and laughter floating in on the breeze. She took a breath, brushing her palms over the lace of her dress. It was understated but stunning, a perfect reflection of her—clean lines, soft movement, delicate straps. No tulle. No bling. Just elegance and honesty.

“You look like a rich bitch about to ruin some man’s life,” Niklaus deadpanned behind her.

Anissa snorted, half-laugh, half-eyeroll. “Thanks, dick.”

Tatum, radiant in soft blue chiffon, smacked Nik’s arm without looking. “Ignore him. You look like magic.”

Anissa turned to face them—her family. Not the one she’d been born into, but the one that chose her every day. Tatum and Nik weren’t just her best friends. They were her anchors. And when she asked them to give her away, there hadn’t been a moment of hesitation. No one else had ever stood up for her the way they had. Certainly not her parents.

Her father had said it wouldn’t be right to come without her mother. Her mother had made it clear—again—that Anissa’s happiness didn’t fit into her vision of perfection. The years of emotional manipulation, cold silences, and being compared to her older sister weren’t gone… but they didn’t define her anymore.

Silas was the only blood relative here. Her older brother, sitting quietly in the third row—respecting her boundaries, offering support the way he always had. He’d wanted to walk her down the aisle. But she told him the truth.

Tatum and Nik were the ones who showed up every time she’d needed someone. This was theirs.

The barn doors opened with a soft groan, and the music swelled. Guests turned, phones lifted, but all Anissa could see was him.

Forrest Dunn stood beneath the floral arch in a deep navy suit, his tie slightly loosened, hair kissed by the wind, eyes fixed entirely on her. He didn’t smile right away. He just looked. Like she’d eclipsed the whole world.

Each step down the aisle felt both surreal and completely right. She could feel Nik’s tension and Tatum’s steadiness flanking her—two halves of the best kind of balance. Henley winked at her as she passed, standing off to the side with flower petals still stuck to her fingers from last-minute fixes. Aya sat near the aisle, quiet and glowing, the only person in the world who knew Anissa had eloped the first time. She’d been the first person to know the truth—no judgment, just joy.

When Anissa reached Forrest, her heart didn’t race—it settled. Like it had just come home.

The officiant spoke, but it all blurred. Forrest went first, and his vows left her clutching his hands tighter. But when it was her turn, she didn’t tremble.

She looked up at him, voice soft but certain, and began.

“If someone had told me back when we first met that this—this moment—was where we’d end up, I probably would’ve laughed... or run. Let’s be real, I did try to run.

But somehow, through all the chaos, the stubbornness, the late-night arguments, and the way you used to drive me absolutely insane… you became my calm. My home. My soft place to land—even when I swore I didn’t need one.

You love me like I’m easy to love—even when I’m not. And you’ve never asked me to be anything but me, even when that comes with too many emotions, overly strong coffee opinions, and a mouth that gets me into trouble on a regular basis.

I promise to keep choosing you. On the good days, the hard ones, the boring Tuesdays, and the messy in-betweens. I promise to laugh with you, flirt with you, steal the covers, and still find a way to wrap myself around you by morning.

I promise to keep falling for you, over and over, even when I already know I’m completely gone.

And I promise—on the deepest, most sacred level—to never, ever stop flirting with you. Especially when it’s wildly inappropriate. Especially when you’re trying to focus.

You are the love of my life, the safest place I’ve ever known, and the man I fully plan on making blush at every dinner party we ever attend.

And I am so, so glad I didn’t run.

Because loving you, Forrest Dunn… is the best decision I’ve ever made.”

By the time she finished, Forrest’s eyes were glassy. She didn’t even wait for the officiant—she kissed him, hands in his hair, and the crowd erupted.

Mr. and Mrs. Dunn. Again—but this time, with everyone who mattered watching.

As they walked back down the aisle, the river glinting behind them, petals falling, Forrest leaned into her ear and murmured, “You ready for forever?”

Anissa’s smile was soft, wicked, full of peace. “Only if dessert’s served somewhere private.”

And behind them, Nik shouted, “God, please, wait until after dinner!”

Anissa didn’t even turn around. “Fuck off, Nik."

And just like that, she walked into her real life.

The one she’d chosen. The one that chose her back.