#running hot is a blessing in winter but a curse in summer

[whoviandoodler]

i will not turn on the AC on june 4th. turning on the AC on june 4th is the mind killer

[fear-is-truth]

jason todd runs hot. always has.

like asphalt baking under the august sun, his body radiates heat. in the dead of winter, it’s a blessing. in the middle of summer, it’s a curse.

right now, with your AC busted, it’s the latter. he’s sprawled out on your bed, shirtless, an arm slung over his face. the fan in the corner rattles uselessly, doing little more than stirring the stagnant heat. his skin gleams with sweat, dark hair curling damp at his temples.

“this is hell,”

“it’s eighty degrees.”

“exactly.” you pop open a can of coke, ice-cold from the fridge, and take a sip. the second jason hears the crack of the tab, his arm moves from his face, one eye cracking open with interest. you know he’s about to ask for a sip—so you press the can straight to his stomach. he jerks like he’s been electrocuted.

“fuck!”

you burst out laughing, but it’s cut short when he snatches the can from your hand and slams it onto the bedside table. it wobbles dangerously, foam sloshing over the rim.

“you little—”

“you looked like you needed to cool off,” you say, smugly. jason glares at you, chest rising and falling, sweat glistening along his collarbones. then, with zero warning, he lunges. you yelp as he tackles you into the sheets, his overheated body pressing down on yours like a human brand.

“jay—you’re sweating on me! gross!”

“good,” he says, smiling against your temple. “suffer.”

[elysianightsss]

Johnny ‘soap’ MacTavish x reader burns night celebration nsfw drabble

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Bright laughter sounds throughout the room much louder than the fireworks outside, full glasses clinking together in celebration. You can’t wipe the smile off your face as Johnny yells ‘cheers’ louder than anyone else before going on to give a toast.

“Ma Bonnie’s first burns night! Thank ya ta all for makin it ta best-“ his voice fades into the background of your mind but, still your smile doesn’t fade. This had been the best night of your life, minus the day you met Johnny. It was a little crazy and though Johnny was worried that you wouldn’t cope with the loudness and the disorganisation of the night, he watched you get happier and more excited every hour.

The table in front of you was messy. Haggis which you didn’t particularly enjoy, tatties and nips as Johnny called them with a cheeky grin though you know them as potatoes and turnips. A hearty sweed stew that smelt so divine your mouth watered when the lid was removed. All the pots and plates were empty now, the only thing full was everyone’s bellies.

The evening progressed with some of Robert Burns' poems and songs being recited as well as tributes being made to the great Bard and even a game invented by the MacTavish’s in which if someone says a line from a poem and points to someone in the room, that person will have to say the next line of the poem correctly or they take a shot. You got very tipsy.

After dinner there was dancing as, not unattractively, Johnny played the bagpipes. His nieces and nephews dancing around to the melody with giggles, it brought a true sense of family to you. A type of sereneness you hadn’t felt before. Something you continued to feel even as you hugged the family goodbye.

On the drive home Johnny mentions about taking you to one of the many festivals in the heart of Glasgow next year. He doesn’t stop talking about how good the night was, how happy he was you enjoyed it. How much he loved watching you and his family bonding. Even as he opened the car door for you and unlocked the front door of your little house he didn’t stop talking.

No, no it wasn’t until you started to take off your boots and coat, then he shut up. Watching you with a twinkle in his baby blue eyes as you unwrapped the scarf from around your neck and placed it on the coat hook by the front door. “Tea?” You asked floating past him, not even glancing up at the excitable mohawked puppy who pouted when you didn’t meet his gaze.

You busy yourself in the kitchen filling the kettle with water and flicking it on to boil. A little sway in your step as you go to grab the milk from the fridge, “Bonnie?” You hum in reply, hand on the fridge ready to open it as you glance over at your boyfriend. Your eyes widen.

Johnny is stood in the kitchen stark naked, cock hard and hanging heavy, expectantly. Calling to you. Johnny smirks when you smack your lips together, mouth suddenly dry. You feel yourself drifting towards him and then you’re in his arms letting him pull the clothes from your body.

Your nipples pebble instantly, it’s only then you notice he’s opened all the lounge windows. The smell of smoke in the air, it overwhelms the other scents around you. Your cinnamon diffuser is gone, Johnny’s spiced musk that lingers around the house is now dominated by the bonfire smell.

Johnny inhales strong, a big breath. Exhaling slowly, satisfied, low and sensual. Goosebumps rise on your skin and you shiver pushing closer to him for the warmth he provides. You swear he must of been a bear in another life, he runs hot all through the year, a curse in the summer but a true blessing in the winter.

He pulls you into him, arms wrapping around your waist, “So beautiful.” He smiles genuinely as he delivers the compliment that makes you melt under his gaze. A strand of hair has come unstuck from his gelled mohawk, it blows in the freezing breeze Johnny has let trespass into the warmth of your home.

“Back at ya big guy.” You mutter, it’s brazen and breathless, making your boyfriend tickle your sides with his rough hands. No matter how gentle he is you still feel the callouses of hard work.

Johnny’s breath hitches a little in a way that makes your chest puff with pride when you grip his cock. Stroking it a little, you watch the changes on his face. Blue eyes disappearing from view as they flutter close, thick brows furrowing, the wrinkles at the side of his eyes crease and he lets out a grunt. It’s followed by a sharp moan, “Fuck honey, just like tha’.”

You feel powerful when he’s like this, at your mercy, head thrown back moaning in pleasure. This strong man, his thick neck, muscular arms and big thighs, broad shoulders, sturdy stance. All of him screams large, bellows attractive to you and you feel obliged to tell him as such.

“You’re so fucking hot.” He chuckles heartily, looking down at you like you hung the bloody moon. He’s addictive in a way you’ve never felt before.

“Yeah lass?” He tilts his head at you amused.

“Yeah.” You nod. Johnny has you up against the wall in no time, spitting on his hand and rubbing it against your cunt. Slipping his fingers in with a small pinch at the quickness. It’s only a few pumps and he’s replacing his fingers with his cock.

“Sorry Bon but I need ya now.” He breathes with promises to make you cum on his tongue later. The first thrust is euphoric, breath knocking out of your lungs when he pulls out and fucks back into you hard. Deep.

Your thighs burn from how wide they’re spread to accommodate him in between them, his balls slapping against your ass, “So messy Bonnie.” He chokes out, hot breath against your ear. He’s right, you’re so wet it’s all you can hear, the squelch of your pussy with each thrust.

Johnny doesn’t tease you tonight, he’s been waiting for this since you said no just before you’d left for the evening. Seeing you freshly out the shower he couldn’t help himself with how pretty your skin looked all wet. But you brushed him off with a maybe later as you started your makeup.

Now he had you with nowhere to go but the bed, he was gonna fuck you for as long as he wanted. You clench around him moaning into the cold air when he grunts in that sexy, thick Scottish accent of his, “Happy burns night lass.”

[p1n-p0int]

Ship: Alejandro Vargas x F!reader

Lenght: 914 words

Potential triggers: incorrect use of prayers, religious guilt if you squint hard enough, too much of the "he" word, boner in the house of the god.

A/N: for @gothghostiie the main culprit of this nonsense, we both shall repent in hell hehe

Enjoy muahh!!!

The darkness doesn't prevail. The ever-burning star comes out from under the long line of the horizon, shining down at the land that begged for its warm touch.

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The slumbering animals awaken again from the hibernation they succumbed to in late fall. Conducted by the light breeze of spring in the air, they come out of their lairs with a light body and mind. They might have starved during the dark days of winter, yet they prevailed and awoke at last, greeted by the warmth of the first day of a new season.

The drought makes way for the blessing of the rainy season, bringing relief to the scorched plains and gauging their thirst with the miracle of a cold shower from the greying skies.

That's what Alejandro thinks of you. You're his spring after the cold of winter, the sun that shines down on him even during the darkest hours, the long-awaited rain that soothes his dried-out sinner's soul.

Alejandro was a man of God, but even his solemn grace could not compare to the blessings you brought into his life.

It all started innocently. You were the great-niece of one of the old patrons who religiously attended Alejandro's masses. A girl in her twenties, visiting her family for the summer to help your aunt with the chores around the property.

Your aunt bragged about you to her Sunday mass friends, complimenting you to heavens and back, which piqued Alejandro's interest. It's a rare sight for a young lady like yourself to waste summer heat in a small town in the middle of nowhere.

Such querida like yourself should be busy surrounded by her friends, not hundreds if not thousands of miles away from home. That's what Alejandro thought, at least.

But nothing would have prepared him for the sweet sight of your innocence when you stepped through the archway of his church during one of the warm Sundays. A cotton-made dress hugged your body in just the right places, hugging your breasts and accenting the sensual curve of your hips, flowing around your waist with every step that you took.

Your aunt introduced you to the friendly young priest who moved into the town a while ago. A delicate smile that adorned your face with softness Alejandro had never seen before was directed at him.

He was a man gone.

His cock, which he had sworn off the use of when he entered the priesthood, rose to life for the first time since his late teens when it was the last he recalled feeling such primal want.

Persisting and surviving through the service was his way of the cross. Finally, the bell rang, and people began spilling out the main gate, some wishing Alejandro a good Sunday.

He barely made it to his private quarters, the urgency to relieve his body ache almost too overwhelming to hide the sin he was about to commit in his own four walls. Alejandro couldn't help but slam the doors shut behind his back. He threw himself on the bed, unzipping his suit pants that barely contained his erect pride in place. He hissed out a curse as his cold palm made contact with the too-hot-to-touch skin of his cock.

Twisting his wrist, he began pumping up and down, occasionally brushing his thumb against the tip, which was a poor imitation of what your tongue would feel like when you tasted him for the first time. "Ha pasado mucho tiempo desde, ah, mi última confesión..." His head lolled to the side, and he shivered at the electrifying spasm that went down his cock and up his spine.

"Perdóname, Padre," Alejandro grunted out, squeezing the base of his member, "porque he pecado..." He groaned, running his free hand across his face and hair. He spread his muscular thighs apart, sinfully imagining that it's you between them, with your delicate hands wrapped around his leaking cock.

His tongue lashed out from between his lips to lick at the dried-up skin, a filthy moan escaping his throat. He would not last long, not with your angelic face wired hot behind his shut eyelids, smiling down at Alejandro, coaxing him to let go.

And Alejandro did just as you asked him to; with the last rough tug to his weeping dick, he came hard, temporarily blinded by the feeling of climax you eased his weary soul into. His warm seed shot up and landed on his satin stole. The priestly shawl Alejandro didn't care enough to take off his shoulders beforehand, leaving a prominent contrast of his creamy white come against the rich purple of the material.

His breath calming, Alejandro pried his eyes open and looked down upon himself. As if possessed, he raised his arm that was previously squeezing his dick in a near-perfect picture of what your tiny pussy would do to him. With a hand still covered in his juices, he dipped his fingers into the pool of sperm sploshed on his shirt and stole. He brought it to his face to examine the stickiness, rubbing it between his thumb and pointing fingers.

No hell seemed scary when creatures like yourself existed in this world. Alejandro will get you sweaty and moaning between his arms soon enough, and the both of you will reach an absolution together. Him spilling his seed deep inside of you, and you on his cock, hitting and prodding all the right spots that make prayers spill from between your lips.

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Spanish vocabulary:

Querida - Dear

Perdóname, Padre, porque he pecado - Forgive me, father, for I have sinned

Ha pasado mucho tiempo desde mi última confesión - It's been a long time since my last confession

[komoboko]

𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ; 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

ft: Gyomei Himejima, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Obanai Iguro, Giyu Tomioka, Mitsuri Kanroji, Muichiro Tokito, Kyojuro Rengoku, shinobu Kocho, Tengen Uzui・romantic but can be read as platonic for some characters ・modern au?

merry christmas and happy holidays ! also the title rythms horrai

# gyomei ! ☆

GYOMEI who much rather stay inside then venture out in the cold during the holidays. Not that he minds the outdoors, but something just draws him back into his estate. The man's perfectly fine with staying warm by the fireplace and making warm cups of hot chocolate or tea while sitting close and holding you in his embrace.

# Sanemi ! ☆

He doesn't like to admit it but unlike many of the hashira beside him, SANEMI'S body temperature runs cold. Just Sanemi who doesn't like to admit he likes when you wrap your arms around him when you get to warm from the pile of blankets wrapped around the two of you. Sanemi who would rather die before telling you on those nights he curls closer towards you to.

# Obanai ! ☆

OBANAI who for some strange reason avoids going outside during the winter season like it's the plague. Sometimes it makes you think that he and kabumaru are more similar than you think, but he scarifies his hate for the sake of your joy. Who lets you drag him outside into the snow to make snow angels together while Kabumaru looks like he's laughing at him from the windowsill inside of the estate.

# Giyu ! ☆

With how much time he stays alone by himself, sometimes you think GIYU hates the holidays. So out of pure curiosity and a little annoyance you storm into his estate to give him a little holiday cheer. Bringing him gifts and presents was worth to see a proper smile spread across his face. Giyu who didn't realize you thought he hated the holidays, but doesn't mind as long as you come back around to see him again.

# Mitsuri ! ☆

MITSURI always make sure to set up her own traditions just with you once the holiday season comes by. She always makes the time so you two can bake holiday treats together no matter if they come out bad or not. It may be the most atrocious thing you've ever seen but Mitsuri will treasure the treat like it's the greatest item made by mankind.

# Muichiro ! ☆

It's not a surprise that you have to remind MUICHIRO about the holidays. Even though you might have to jog his memory about the season, he still finds a way to meet your expectations. While his memory may be faulty, he can still remember your smile when he showed up to your home with gifts in his hand.

# Kyojuro ! ☆

KYOJURO unlike his dear friend sanemi seems to never get cold. This may be a curse during hot summer nights but it can be a blessing during the cold winter days. You remind yourself this when your taken by surprise when rengoku takes your hands in his shifting his body closer to you as you continue walking. A subtle way to make sure you still stay warm in this winter season.

# Shinobu ! ☆

Something both you and SHINOBU love doing is decorating the christmas tree inside the butterfly mansion. She loves knowing how well you get along with the butterfly girls as she watches you help them bring more ornaments to the tree, she can't help but wrap her arms around you bringing you into a tight hug as Kanao puts the star onto the top of the tree.

# Uzui ☆ !

UZUI is always the person who does the absolute most whenever christmas comes around the corner. Who sadly recruits you into the tedious project of wrapping the outside of his estate in bright christmas lights and many more decorations you didn't even want to look at. You brace yourself for when he turns on all the lights on as his arms crash into you and a "thank you" kiss lands right onto your cheek.

[coyotescribbles]

They'd been on their way to the winter village when the slavers had struck.

The afternoon was mild and sunny, and the community's long caravan was creaking steadily down the narrow road. Music and laughter filled the air and Leda, newly six summers old, was taking it all in from the driver's seat of her family's wagon, perched next to her oldest brother. All around them, the savanna spread out like a great golden blanket, tall grasses rippling gently in a breeze that smelled faintly of rain and damp soil, and ahead of them lay the wooded grove that marked the Onyesha River crossing.

She wasn't aware of it then, but later, Leda would look back on that day as the last time she was truly happy.

Kicking her feet, she leaned her head back and closed her eyes, smiling as the sun shone on her face and listening to her mother telling stories to her other siblings - about how the goddess Eszhe and her husband Umojaa had brought the beastfolk from the Mystic Moon and blessed them with uprightness, speech, and knowledge, and taught them to live in harmony with the world - while her father patiently taught her oldest brother how to steer the horses.

One moment, she was smiling and happy.

The next, chaos descended, starting with a series of wet thwacks and something hot splashing her face; she opened her eyes to the sight of her father toppling from the driver's seat and her brother skewered to the back of the bench by half a dozen arrows, wide open eyes staring sightlessly up at the sky. The horses, suddenly driverless, panicked and surged forward in their harness, kicking and bucking and sending the cart careening wildly out of control.

Leda screamed as she was thrown from her own seat to land hard in the tall grass; the impact knocked the breath from her little body and left her seeing stars for an agonizingly long moment as the whole world seemed to fall apart around her. She was barely able to scrape together enough of the wits she had left to roll to her knees and scramble out of the way of a second runaway cart - where was her family's wagon? - and bolt, sprinting as fast as she could for the only "safe place" she could think of amid the unfolding chaos: the river.

All around her, horses squealed and people screamed and shouted as wagons burned or toppled heavily onto their sides, spilling passengers and belongings alike into the grass; someone, somewhere nearby, was bellowing for archers and swordsmen, but it was far too late for that. The raiders were among them now, dark shapes on stocky horses that she only just barely saw from the corners of her eyes as she fled.

Smoke filled the air, chaos continued to reign, and Leda continued to run, darting in and out of the tall grass beside the road, focused on the river crossing and nothing else, thinking that if she could just make it to the river she might be able to find safety, and her family…

In her blind flight, Leda barely registered the sound of hoofbeats coming up behind her, until she felt a rough hand seize the back of her tunic and snatch her off the ground. In one dizzying moment, she was swung up into a saddle with a strong arm pinning her to an armored chest - and no amount of screaming or kicking or struggling gained her an inch of leeway as the rider wheeled his mount away from the growing bonfire that had been her people's caravan.

Gradually, the chaos of the caravan faded into the background, but she could still hear screaming. Her stomach twisted into knots as she squirmed around to find the source of the sound, and saw dozens of riders galloping away from the caravan and across the savanna, most of whom carried wailing captives with them.

Many, that she could see, were other children.

With a shrill scream of her own, Leda renewed her struggles, kicking at the horse's neck and biting the rider's gauntleted forearm as she tried desperately to twist away.

All she got for her trouble was a sound cuffing upside the head that left her seeing stars as the rider cursed aloud.

For what felt like a long time, all she could do was slump limply in her captor's grip, panting hard and growling weakly.

And then they crested a hilltop, and she saw the slaver encampment spread out across the valley below, a long train of heavy wooden wagons surrounded by tents and clusters of horses tied to temporary hitching posts.

It was all so familiar, and still so strange.

As the slavers rode into camp, more members of their party emerged from the tents to meet the riders and relieve them of their squirming burdens. Smaller children, like herself, were simply tucked under arms and carried off, while older children found themselves dragged, by their arms or by their hair, some of them receiving harsh blows to stun them and keep them from struggling. Orders were shouted back and forth, whips cracked, and captives howled and wailed as they were hauled towards the waiting wagons.

Leda found herself handed off to a tall, grimy man who held her so tightly that her ribs hurt; she squirmed against his grip and kicked at him, but all his did was grunt in annoyance as he wrenched open a wagon door and tossed her inside with an "In you go, you little brat."

The heavy wooden door slammed shut before she could try to jump back out, plunging the back of the wagon into a stifling darkness. A heavy bolt fell into place a moment later, just as she flung her body against the barrier, scratching at it with her sharp little claws.

"Let me out! Let me out!! Mama! Papa!!" She screamed, digging furrows into the wood. "Help me! Let me out!!"

No one answered her, except for the cries of other children in neighboring wagons.

"Pathetic," a man's voice said just outside, "all that planning and waiting and we still only snagged maybe thirty, forty beasts."

"Profit's profit. We'll cover our costs and then some," a second answered, "and a few of the prettier girls will definitely pick up the slack. You know the Norhäl markets, they like the spotted ones."

Leda's stomach turned.

Before she could be sick, though, the door was yanked open again, and several more children - none of whom she recognized - were unceremoniously tossed in, one after the other.

Then, the door banged shut once more, and the heavy wooden crossbar thunked into place.

And soon enough, the wagon lurched and began to roll forward.

She didn't know how long they moved - the wagon had no windows, and the gaps in the walls were too narrow to see out of, so it was hard to track the sun. At some point, for lack of anything else to do, she and the other children had huddled into a protective pile and cried themselves to sleep - only to be roughly awakened a short time later by a violent jolt as the wagon hit a rut and lurched sideways. Fearful cries rose up from the huddled children, but were only answered by the thud of a fist against the wall and a snarled "shut up back there!" from the driver.

Gradually, even the tiny slivers of light she could see faded to darkness, and the air grew cool and damp as the caravan came to a halt.

The night crept past as painfully slowly as the day had. No one gave them food, or water, and Leda fell asleep with an aching belly and a dry mouth.

She woke up the same way and, if the whimpers of the other kittens with her were any indication, they had, too.

Leda was almost tempted to start scratching at the door and screaming again, until the wagon rocked slightly - and a previously-unnoticed hatch in the roof was opened to permit someone outside to toss a water skin and half a loaf of bread into the compartment.

For a split second she was tempted. She could have made the jump. She was a good jumper, her mother had always said.

But…

None of them moved, not even so much as an ear twitched… Until Leda took it on herself to creep forward, picking up the bread and sitting back on her heels. Suddenly, every eye was on her, six trembling little kittens no older than she was, all watching her like hawks.

"…Here," she said quietly, breaking the loaf into six pieces, taking care to make them as even as possible, and passing them to the others.

"What about you?" One of them, a rusty-colored kit with drooping, tufted black ears, asked.

Leda just pinned her own ears back and looked away. "'M not hungry," she lied.

When the others had eaten their portions, the water skin was passed around; Leda drank a few mouthfuls extra, hoping to quiet the gnawing in her belly. It worked, for the time being, and that was all that mattered.

Gradually, the temperatures grew warmer, until the wagon was sweltering. Unable to do much else, she and the others slept fitfully.

Leda dreamed, but she couldn't recall what the dream had been, only that it had been profoundly sad; all she remembered on waking was a vision of her brother, skewered through with arrows and reaching a hand out for her, his mouth working silently with words that might have been "help me" as tears flowed from his sightless white eyes.

It was once more chilly and dark when she snapped to awareness. Tears stung her eyes as she stared at the wall opposite from her for a long moment, before rolling onto her side and pushing herself up off the floor of the wagon to take stock of her surroundings - the other kittens were still asleep, huddled in a pile in the corner, and the only sounds she could hear were crickets, the occasional whickering of a horse, and someone sobbing quietly in another wagon.

Otherwise, the camp was dead silent.

For a long moment, she sat quietly, ears turning this way and that as she listened.

And slowly, an idea crept up on her.

Barely daring to breathe, Leda rose to her feet and slowly felt her way to the back of the wagon. There, she experimentally flexed her claws, before digging them into the wooden panels and testing their ability to hold her weight; it wasn't particularly comfortable, she found, but it was manageable.

So, very quietly and very cautiously, she began to scale the wall, climbing until her head bumped against the ceiling.

"What are you doing?" Someone whispered from the front; looking down, she saw the rusty kitten staring up at her from the straw pile where the others were still sleeping.

"I'm getting out," she replied, reaching to feel for the top hatch; "and I'm going home."

"But… what if they catch you?"

"Then they catch me, but I have to at least try."

Leda's questing fingertips found the edge of the hatch, and she awkwardly contorted herself into a position where she could work her fingers under the door, digging her toe-claws into the wall to keep her balance. Then, very, very slowly and very, very carefully, she worked both hands under the door (the sensation of the chilly night breeze over her fingertips was almost indescribable) and then…

…And then she lost her grip, and fell straight down to the wagon floor with a painful thud.

With a growl, she pushed herself back to her knees, glaring up at the ceiling.

Her next effort fared no better. Neither did the third.

After the fourth hard fall, someone hammered their fist against the side of the wagon, spitting invective. "Whatever you mangy animals think you're doing, you better knock it the hell off!"

Leda just spat out a hiss and crawled off to curl herself into a corner, where she could lick her scrapes and bruises and nurse her wounded pride.

A few moments later, the rusty kitten crept over to curl up beside her, resting her head on her shoulder.

"If it makes you feel better," she whispered, "I was hoping you'd make it."

"So was I," Leda whispered in reply, flattening her ears back.

"What's your name? Mine's Mara."

"…Mine's Leda."

Mara just wordlessly cuddled close as a little shiver passed through her. With a sigh, Leda let herself lean against her, wearily closing her eyes, and soon the pair drifted back to sleep there in the quiet dark.

[avilionea]

V: RE: VASILISA && IVAN

IV. IVAN AND THE BEGINNINGS OF CURSES AND BLESSINGS

In a small village beyond the field of the farthest and oldest field lived a father. This father was the third son of a third son. In his time he sire two strong sons. A third, who was not so strong, was born during the longest night of the coldest winter. So he was called Ivan after a grandsire who had been born under similar circumstances six generations prior.

'it is a blessing!' his father said 'He will be a lucky boy and grow into a strong and healthy man, like the Ivan before him!"

"It is a curse!" said his mother " He is unlucky! He will know cold and sorrow for the beginning of his days. What greatness has your Ivan brought your family that we sit in this hut at the end of this field?"

His parents rattled and barked until it was firmly decided that the little boy should be both lucky and unlucky; both blessed and cursed. Thus, he was called Ivan. He would have to grow up to see what he truly would become.

But, as he grew, Ivan was simply a dumb bell.

In the early spring his brothers gave him a flute made of reeds from the river. he was told to play so he would not get forgotten amid the cows that were being led down over the field to the river to drink. If they could hear him, then, they reasoned, he was not caught under foot.

Ivan walked amid the cows and played until the notes turned sweet. He stopped at the river and pointed to the water. Rubies! Sapphires! Diamonds! He called for his brothers to look at the water and the great treasure that rested beneath the ripples. Ivan cautioned them not to touch these treasures. They must have belonged to one of the Great Tsars.

His father had told him all about the Tsars of the Known. There was the Sea Tsar and his twelve Tsarevnas of the Elements. There was the Tsarita of the hearth and good fortune. Everything had a Tsar that was that is. if it could be thought of then a Tsar presided over it.

His middle brother came at once. Riches! in their river! He did not see the precious stones that Ivan claimed, no matter how hard he tried. They bickered and they talked and near fought about the supposed jewels of the river until the eldest of them came running. He was shouting not to touch the river and to save the cows.

"A horse has died upstream. He is decomposing in the water. The Tsar of Death has been here if our Ivan has seen jewels. The river is poisoned."

The cows were turned away and the horse was cut to pieces and removed from the river. it was buried in a high dry place with a mound of apples placed atop it to appease the Tsar of Death. If the apples rotted, then no other animal that lived amid the fields and utilized the river would die that day.

In early summer at the time of sowing seeds there had been a drought. It made the tilling and the planting strenuous. The father lamented that the drought would kill the seeds that were planted. Ivan pointed towards the sky. He saw in the massive blue of the clear sky a large black dragon.

He pointed excitedly and called for his brothers. If there was a dragon, then there was fire in its belly. If there was fire then there would be smoke. If there was smoke then the Tsar of the Air could conjure some clouds and then some rain. His brothers groaned. They did not see a dragon. They laughed and they raved, but Ivan proclaimed he saw the dragon just above them. Did they not see it circling?

Again they laughed. Ivan's dragon they cried! What smoke covered the sky! what fire in a clear sky! What nonsense! Ivan saw the dragon begin to circle back. It had heard the brother's doubt. it had heard the taunts. Ivan reached for his brothers' hands and began to try to pull them from the field. He pulled and he struggled and moved them just enough that the white hot flame struck down to the earth and missed them by an inch. it cracked and roared. 'Lightning!' called the eldest brother. "There are clouds! dozens of them!' screamed the middle brother.

A torrential rain began to poor. They all hurried back to hut where they told their father of the lightning and Ivan's tales of a great black dragon. it was Ivan's mother who spoke.

"The Tsar of Life has passed through here. He has borrowed space from the Tsar of Air and blessed our Ivan."

"Our sons were nearly taken by the Tsar of Death. " Cried the father.

"But Ivan saw the lightning." Said the eldest son. "he saw it as dragon's fire."

So it was decided to send Ivan out into the rain. He was to go to the field. His mother gave him a loaf of bread and a small pot of honey. She bade him leave it in the field where the lightning had struck. if it was the Tsar of Life, then he should be welcomed to pass through.

Ivan wandered through the rain, but saw a man in the field. he was tall and somber. He stood where the lightning had struck. Ivan asked what the man was doing in the rain.

"I am waiting at the door." said the man. Ivan stood still at the statement.

"The door is closed." Said Ivan.

"Then I will come through the window."

"The window is made of Iron."

"Will you not open it?"

"Not a for a stranger." Ivan said. "But I will for a blessing from a friend."

The man laughed. The scorched earth rattled around him. the seeds that had been burned began to grow, leaving strong sprouts of wheat. Ivan bowed. He was grateful for the blessing.

"My mother sends this." Ivan said holding out the bread. The rain did not touch it. the honey continued to smell sweet. "I will bring more in the fall."

"There is a horse on the hill." said the man, "Place them there."

"The horse is dead." said Ivan. what good would such food do for a dead horse?

"We will walk this path again until I am satisfied. Place them atop the horse."

Ivan did as he was told an ran away towards the hill that the horse from the river had been buried on. He understood little about what the man had meant. He knew of paths. There was a path down to the river and a path from the hut to the barn. There was a path worn into the curves of the old field. This path, however, he did not understand. He had never seen the man before.

When he reached the top of the hill, it was no longer dry. The apples that had been placed there were long gone, as was the horse. There was only an empty hole in the ground. Ivan put the bread and honey in the hole where the horse had been. he began to walk home and wondered how he would tell his father that their fields were now blessed.

He began to wonder how to tell his mother that he had been cursed.

[screenmobile]

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So, how do you make your three-season room more energy-efficient without breaking the bank? Let’s talk about smart, practical ways to keep it cozy in cooler months and refreshingly cool when the summer sun is blazing.

The Right Windows Make All the Difference

Let’s start with the biggest factor: your windows. Three-season rooms are mostly made of glass, and that’s both a blessing and a curse. They let in gorgeous natural light but allow heat to escape in the winter and turn your space into a greenhouse in the summer.

Upgrade to Energy-Efficient Glass

If your room has older single-pane windows, they’re probably letting out heat like a leaky faucet. Consider upgrading to:

Double-pane or Low-E (low emissivity) glass – These windows have a special coating reflecting heat while letting light in. They help keep the space cooler in the summer and warmer in the winter.

Argon gas-filled windows – These provide even more insulation by reducing heat transfer between the glass panes.

Weatherstripping

Even if you have great windows, small gaps can let in drafts. Adding weatherstripping around window frames and caulking visible gaps keeps warm air where it belongs.

Insulated Flooring

Most three-season rooms have basic flooring—concrete, tile, or thin wood panels. Unfortunately, cold floors make for cold feet. Heat naturally moves toward cooler surfaces, meaning your expensive warmth is seeping into the floor.

What Can You Do?

Use area rugs – A thick, insulated rug can do wonders for keeping warmth in.

Install thermal underlayment – If you’re up for a flooring upgrade, adding a layer of insulation beneath tile or laminate can help.

Consider carpet tiles – These provide extra insulation and can be easily replaced if needed.

Think About Your Ceiling 

Heat rises, and if your ceiling isn’t doing its job, you’re losing a lot of it. If your three-season room has a solid ceiling, consider adding:

Reflective insulation – A radiant barrier on the ceiling can help prevent heat from escaping.

Ceiling fans – Set them to spin clockwise in winter to push warm air down and counterclockwise in summer for a cooling breeze.

And if you have a sunroom with a glass ceiling? Adding thermal shades or retractable blinds can help regulate temperatures without blocking all the sunlight.

Heating Without Skyrocketing Energy Bills

Most three-season rooms don’t have central heating, which means you need a different approach to keep them warm when temperatures drop.

Electric Space Heaters

Old-school space heaters are energy hogs, but modern versions are much more efficient. Look for:

Infrared heaters – These warm objects (like your furniture and you) instead of just blasting hot air into the room.

Oil-filled radiators – These provide steady, consistent heat without drying out the air.

Ductless Mini-Splits

If you plan on using your three-season room all year, installing a ductless mini-split system can be a game-changer. They provide heating and cooling in one system and are much more efficient than space heaters or portable AC units.

Cooling Strategies for Hot Summer Days

When the South Bend summer heat rolls in, your three-season room can feel like an oven, but don’t worry—you have options.

Keep the Sun Out

Solar shades or thermal curtains – These block heat but let in light.

Exterior awnings – Keeping the sun from hitting your windows in the first place is the best way to reduce heat gain.

Use Ventilation Wisely

Open windows on opposite sides – This creates cross-ventilation, pulling fresh air through the room.

Install a vent fan – If your space doesn’t get much airflow, a small exhaust fan can help move warm air out.

Insulating the Walls 

Three-season rooms usually don’t have much insulation, but adding foam board insulation to existing walls can help regulate temperature without taking up too much space. If your sunroom has knee walls (short walls below the windows), you can easily add insulation behind them.

Energy-Smart Lighting Choices

If you use your three-season room at night, you’ll want lighting that’s both cozy and efficient. Instead of traditional incandescent bulbs, go for:

LED bulbs – They use way less energy and last much longer.

Solar-powered string lights – A fun, atmospheric option that won’t add to your electric bill.

The Smart Thermostat Trick

If you use a mini-split system or a space heater, pairing it with a smart thermostat can save energy. Some models can be controlled from your phone, so you don’t waste power heating the room when you’re not using it.

Final Thoughts

A little effort goes a long way to make your three-season room more energy-efficient. Whether upgrading windows, adding insulation, or using smarter heating and cooling techniques, there are plenty of ways to make your space comfortable without burning through energy (or money).

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[nouearth]

don't worry, ill get you a cute little apron, heh. you're spoiling me rotten, truly.

nah, puppy isn't basic....is it? doesn't matter, cute pet name for a cute boy. and sure, ill be your batsy, batsy-bun, sweet chili, spicy, you can call me anything, pretty. :)

yeah, i was told you guys say darling (derogatory) over there, HAHAH. just know i don't mean it like that! it's genuinely so common here and can be used casually or romantically.

also, read that you run hot? which is just grand for me because i am always cold, doesn't matter what season, what time of day. my hands are always cold - a blessing in summer, a curse in winter. may be because of my anaemia and horrid circulation. but means i can use you as my personal heater, innit? :p

AND FINALLY, im sorry it took my so long but i finally had the chance to read tmhas2 and wow. WOW. first off, one of the guys and i share a name (you know which one) so it always made me giggle reading when it was his turn! and goddamn, i was quite literally humping the mattress. the mix of praise and degradation, and being used and left messy and- i need to touch some grass, thank you.

- 🦇

💌 : LITTLE?! listen, i may be short (5'7 is an average height, right...), but i'm not little.

HAHA, it depends on who's saying 'darling,' but i watch enough uk series to know that you guys say it with affection!

"may be because of my anemia" batsy, i didn't mean to laugh but i did. well, now i know what exactly to put more of in your food. BUT you absolutely can! my hands are hot. my feet are hot. my stomach is hot?! fun fact: i use the surface of my stomach to occasionally warm up butter (wrapped up, of course) which is ironic since i'm a pisces. :^)

and thank you for reading it! 🥺 i always love hearing about people's experience with my fics, so thank you for telling me. 🤩 i may or may not have been humping my mattress as i was writing it.

[hihhasotherfixations]

John Price headcanons sfw & nsfw

I don’t usually do headcannons so please bear with me 👉👈

I hope you enjoy them tho :3 Will I use many of these in my writing? Yes, yes I will. These are both in general as well as him with you ;3

Part 2

Sfw:

He has an entire routine for his beard. Keeps it trimmed regularly and takes very good care of it, which causes it to feel very nice and soft to the touch.

Absolutely LOVES when you’re the one doing it though. It’s a small act of love that he can never get enough of. Whether you’re the one trimming it or just putting some products in. It’s a moment where he can sit on the bath rim and have you stand between his legs - or the other way around where he props you up on the sink and stands in between your legs. He just places his hands on your hips and closes his eyes, trusting you with something so important to him. It’s a very intimate thing that he treasures.

He has reading glasses. I won’t budge on this. Square(rectangle) ones with a very thin frame. Tends to forget whenever he puts them on his head and proceeds to go searching for them for five minutes.

He is very warm blooded. Always runs hot like a furnace. A blessing in the winter, a curse in the summer. Especially because he loves to cuddle.

Has a little trinket on his desk representing each of the 141 (+ Nik, Laswell and Farah). Be it a gift they gave to him or something that reminds him of them. There’s something for everyone. It clutters the edge of his desk a bit but it’s worth it because whenever the paperwork gets too much, he can just look at the little shrine he built and smile.

His love language is physical touch and quality time. While he loves giving you gifts and being romantic too, nothing beats holding you in his arms while you cuddle on the couch or in bed.

Speaking of- this man absolutely adores you. He doesn’t think he deserves the love you give him because of the things he’s done in his life. But every day he sees you, you prove that you do love him and he wants to return that love twice over.

His biggest fear is coming home after deployment to an empty house. Finding a letter on the table stating you can’t wait for him any longer. He’d understand, of course. But it would crush him.

While we’re on the sad train already- he suffers frequent nightmares due to PTSD. Feels really guilty for waking you up but also can’t stop himself from seeking your comfort after one of them - craving it. If you allow him to (he wouldn’t bring it up unless you suggested it), he’ll call you if he’s out on deployment or at base. Give him that privilege to phone you awake just to comfort him? There is nothing that man won’t do for you anymore.

He is terrified of being the one to leave you too though. He knows that if he’s ever faced with the option to sacrifice himself for one of the 141, he would. But it also breaks his heart because it would mean he’d leave you for them. He tries not to think about it like that, but it’s a constant conflict in his mind.

While he’s probably more likely to be a dog person, I can also really see him with cats just curled up on his chest. Once again, this man is always warm. The little felines will search him out like a bloodhound, preferring him over laying by the radiator.

THIS 👏 MAN 👏 CAN 👏 COOK 👏

And he loves to do it too. His idea of a hobby is either reading, building models or cooking. You can often find him in the kitchen with a cook book, making a five star meal. Loves to see your reaction to the taste of it, makes him proud of himself.

Also, yeah, he likes building models :3. Miniatures. In his spare time you can find him on the couch, bent over the coffee table with his reading glasses perched on his nose while he’s building a ww2 bomber plane out of matchsticks from some random pattern he found online. He has very steady hands and it causes the models to always look fantastic. His best and biggest work is a ship in a bottle from a kit you gave him for an anniversary between you two. He only works on that in short increments to make sure he doesn’t screw it up - it’s about 2/3 done. You’ve repeatedly tried to get him to share his work online but he always gets bashful and refuses.

If he ever got the chance to do it together with the team though?? He’s gonna be beaming about that single evening for a week straight.

His favourite colour is dark green, like the forests :)

This is less of a headcannon and more just snippets of canon proof that I found. But he can speak English, Russian, Arabic and Spanish. Maybe even more.

He’s a tea person. Can’t stand coffee. It’s not about the taste, simply that every time he tried it, it gave him a headache.

When he first introduced you to the team, he was very nervous. Really wanted them to like you. So when Soap immediately took you into a hug and thanked you for ‘taking care of the old man’, followed by Gaz introducing himself with a warm smile and a praising regalia of the things he’d heard from Price, he couldn’t be happier. And when he at one point saw you at the kitchen table with Ghost, talking calmly and laughing with the hulking man who’s tension had dropped from his shoulders? He knew you were the one.

Loves going on double dates with Laswell and her wife too. You’re all good friends and it’s a chance to truly unwind and just catch up with Kate outside of work.

Please for the love of all that is holy, take a bath or shower with him. He ADORES them. Really wants so bad to take care of you. Will do your whole cleaning routine for you if you let him. If it’s something he’s not used to? Teach him, he’s very eager to learn.

All in all, this man just loves you so much. He finds himself so so lucky that you chose him of all people as your partner. Whether you’re civilian or military, he’ll protect you with life and limb. Literally.

So, those were the sfw thoughts bouncing in my head. I hope you liked them. Now we’re moving onto the spicy stuff. Please respect the banner, thank you and more stuff for this man is coming! ^^

Nsfw:

He is an ass man. All the way. Don’t get me wrong, he LOVES your thighs, seeing the way his fingers indent the flesh when he squeezes, being buried between them - it’s heavenly. But there is just something about your ass that he can’t get enough of. If his eyes aren’t on it, then his hands are.

He won’t randomly smack your ass - doesn’t really sit right with him, doesn’t find it proper (except for certain situations ;3). But dear god does he always have a hand on your ass to squeeze if he gets the chance. Walking somewhere together? If he can, he’ll slide his hand from your back/waist down to your ass and hold there. Sitting on his lap? You already know it, his hand is on your ass, keeping you in place. Brushing past you? One hand on your waist, one hand on your ass while he apologises and squeezes past.

A gentle over a rough lover. While he can go both ways, he prefers to go slow and deep. Watching your face contort in pleasure as he fucks you, hearing every noise you make.

This man is an absolute pleasure dom. He gets off on seeing you get off. There’s plenty of nights where he solely focuses on you and doesn’t cum himself.

Doesn’t like the word daddy but for the love of god PLEASE use honorifics. Call him captain and sir and you’ll have an entirely different man on your hands.

Prefers giving over receiving oral. There’s just something about working his tongue and mouth on you that never fails to make him groan against you - even if his mouth is otherwise occupied.

Will always properly prepare you. He doesn’t like hurting you. He’s big and he knows it so he doesn’t want to take any chances.

While he doesn’t mind quickies (in his office is a favourite), he prefers the actual thing. Like stated before, he wants to focus on you and give you all the pleasure he can and a quicky just doesn’t allow for that.

For those instances where you rile him up enough to forego his gentler side however? He knows how to work you. He can push every button you have and have you seeing stars while he fucks the life out of you. Don’t expect to be standing on strong legs the day after.

Man has stamina for DAYS. Prefers to make you cum multiple times before he cums himself. Need a moment in between orgasms to recover before you can go again? That’s okay, you can cockwarm him while he waits.

Speaking of cum. It’s thick, potent and by god he cums a lot. Properly stuffs you if you let him.

Big on marking you. Loves leaving bites, hickeys and handprints. Give him the same too. Scratch marks, bite marks, hickeys. He loves checking his body over in he morning to see what you left.

He has quite the libido on him. He can’t help it, you’re the most inviting and enticing thing in his eyes. Bend over to pick something up and his cock can already be hardening in his pants.

He’s very considerate of your wants and needs though. If you don’t want to have sex, he’ll cuddle you and hold you instead. If you’re not into a certain thing, he’ll refrain on doing it next time. Very much wants to make it a time of pure pleasure and love for you, because that’s what it is for him too.

Very into kisses. Sloppy, long kisses where you moan and whine into his mouth. Better yet if you muffle your moans in his mouth while he fucks you.

Favourite positions are missionary, mating press, doggy style, lotus and spooning sex. He loves them for different reasons.

Missionary because of how close he can be, feeling your legs wrap around his waist while all of him touches all of you.

Mating press because of how deep he can hit and keep such control. He can see your face contort in pleasure while folding your legs up and holding you down.

Doggy style is obvious as to why. But he also really loves watching the way your back arches with this one. He can hold onto your hips and just let his eyes rove your body.

Lotus he loves a lot when cuddles on the couch evolve into more, or when he’s in his office and the need arrises for you both. Just having you seated on his lap, your legs around him, body pressed so closely into his while he gently fucks up into you? Heaven.

Spooning sex? You mean cuddles + sex? Hit. Him. Up. He absolutely loves fucking you like this in the morning. Lazy, tired, properly waking each other up with pleasure.

If you’re into it and allow him to, he’d even actually wake you up like that. Big on somnophelia like that for the thought of pulling you out of your dreams and your sleep with pleasure. If he gets to the stage where he’s opened you up and his cock is filling you without you waking up until then, he’s oh so proud of himself. Would only do it if you’re comfortable though.

Very big on cockwarming. Watch a movie together on the couch and let him rest his cock in you from behind. Can evolve into spooning sex on the couch while making you try to keep your attention on the movie. His hand on your chin, keeping your face pointed to the screen while he whispers against your ear.

I said it before, he’s big. Long and thick and knows how to use it well. He’s a very hairy man all over but he keeps it neatly trimmed down there.

The h a p p y t r a i l of this man. Run your nails over it and it instantly sends blood rushing into his cock.

Overall, John will fuck you whenever he gets the chance. And by the gods he will show you what it’s like to be truly worshipped.

Hope you enjoyed! Feel free to interact or send me any asks, I’d love to chat ^^

Part 2

[talesfromlissom]

Hello! Can i request a rise!turtles bros x reader (separate) Where the reader is taking care the turtles because they’re sick and the reader just like going all out spoiling them and pamper them while they’re sick

Fandom: ROTTMNT

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A/N: I know you requested just the Hamato boys but I added April in there too just because I love her sm

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|| Raphael 

 » Refuses to admit he’s sick, even more so when he realizes you’re going to be the one to take care of him. Or really, anyone is gonna take care of him. 

 » He tends to run super hot when sick, regardless of his temperature. He’s even super hot when he has a mild fever. In the winter it's a blessing, the summer is a curse. 

 » As for pampering, it’d most likely result in you taking over Raph’s ‘duties’ until he’s better. This does include wrestling Donnie into bed, reminding Leo to eat something other than pizza and cereal, and Mikey to eat after he’s been drawing for a while. 

 » Heat him up in a warm bath, he’ll go absolutely bonkers and you probably won’t see him until the water gets freezing cold. Even then there’s a fair chance he won’t get out. 

 » Overall? 10/10. Very easy turtle to pamper and take care of once you convince him to rest. 

|| Leonardo 

 » The absolute worst to deal with when sick. Not because he refuses to be taken care of (surprisingly) but because of how clingy he gets. This doesn’t change either post or pre Kraang either. Frankly, he’s more clingy post-Kraang. 

 » His pampering mainly consists of wrapping him in as many blankets as possible (he runs cold), and cuddling with him until he’s better. 

 » 80% of the time you’ll find him in the center of the lair, basking in the sunlight. You can move him if you want, but you’ll have to pick him up because he’ll refuse to move otherwise. 

 » TBH, as long as he’s warm + near you, he’s perfect. You don’t really have to do much other than remind him to go to the bathroom and eat. 

 » 4/10. This is only because there’s a 95% chance that you’ll get sick because of him, and he’s the worst caregiver ever. 

|| Donatello 

 » A big fat 2/10 at first. Absolutely refuses to admit he’s sick and if you take his temperature and show it to him? He’ll claim you stuck the thermometer in a pot of boiling water. 

 » And when he gets sick, he gets really sick. Every other person in the lair could come down with the worst sickness ever, but Donatello will remain healthy. Does he have a good immune system? Did he invent an anti-sickness spray? Who knows, it's almost supernatural. 

 » Which is exactly why you’ll have to spend a bit convincing him to rest. He does so eventually, or you can leave him be and he’ll figure it out himself lmao. 

 » But he’ll still try to take care of himself. His head hurts? Don’t worry, he’ll get the ibuprofen himself. He’s hungry? He’ll make himself food. Cold? He’ll get himself a blanket. 

 » A weighted blanket and a Jupiter Jim marathon is almost guaranteed to get this guy to actually rest. There’s a 90% chance he’ll fall asleep in the first 10 minutes of the movie. He’ll also fall asleep on top of you, because you’re warm and he also runs cold. 

 » He sleeps a lot. Like…a lot. So be prepared to spend an entire day either on the couch or in his bed with a sick sleepy turtle on your chest. 

 » After he’s better he refuses to admit he slept on top of you. If you have pictures they magically disappear from your phone. But there’s a high chance Leo has his own pictures (for blackmail purposes). 

|| Michelangelo 

 » THE ABSOLUTE WORST. 1/10. 

 » He knows he’s sick, but he will not lay down or rest under any circumstances. He’s gonna miss everything if he lays down. 

 » You literally have to trap him in a blanket burrito, even then he’ll move against the floor like a worm so he can do stuff. He’s a hassle. 

 » He becomes very grumpy at one point, especially because he wants to cook himself some soup (soup that he makes special for anyone that gets sick. But no no, nobody else can make it but him, it's the law. It doesn’t taste the same). 

 » If you get him talking about literally anything else he’ll perk up. Having a conversation with him is a one way trip to having a happy turtle. 

 » Doesn't sleep at all. Again, he’s scared he’ll miss something. If you ensure him that he isn’t missing anything it usually helps. 

 » Once he’s out of the ‘I’m not sick’ stage, you can let him out of the burrito. If you give him his sketchbook he’ll be much happier, then you guys can draw together. 

|| April 

 » 10/10. Straight up. 

 » She’s great to hang out with when she’s not sick, even greater when she is. She’s by herself most of the time, hence the reason why she hangs out with the guys so much. But she’s pretty good about figuring out when she’s sick or not. 

 » She knows when she’s too sick to move, vs when she just has a mild fever. She doesn’t even need to take her temperature to know this, it's kinda freaky. 

 » She has the best movie choices, so be prepared to bring yummy snacks, comfy clothes, and patience. Some of the movies are horrible, but she loves them because they’re horrible. 

 » She’ll probably fall asleep within 10 minutes of the second movie. But don’t think about touching the remote, she’ll wake up and say she’s still watching it. 

» She sleeps like a rock too, so don’t expect to move for a while as well. But she moves a lot when she sleeps so be prepared to be kicked in the side or whatever. 

 » The only issue is the guys. All of them freak out whenever she gets sick, mainly because the guys don’t really get sick tbh. You’ll practically have to ward Raph off from cuddling with her if she’s cold, and Leo destroying the kitchen to make her some tea or whatever. 

 » Mikey makes his famous sick soup, however, which she loves a lot 🙂

[marvelmusing]

Just me thinking about God!Aleksander and Goddess!Alina wanting a child but they can’t conceive without a mortal body, and who would be better than their devoted High Priestess, especially when she offers herself to them in front of their altar, on the floor of their temple, in the dead of night.

Warnings [18+]: Godly smut below the cut, Fem!Reader, messy foreplay, godly essence is an aphrodisiac, could be Dark!Darklina if you want it to be, God kink (if that’s a thing?), bit of breeding kink

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

“Sankta Alina,” you whisper in awe. She tastes like sunlight, and her very essence drips down your throat, warming you from the inside as it slides into your body and settles in your stomach before pooling between your thighs. You glance down, embarrassment prickling at your skin as you take in your slick coated thighs. It shimmers with gold in the low light of the temple.

You remember stories of cursed bees, the makers of poison honey that drive men to insanity with pleasure. You wonder if their honey ever tasted this sweet. Your lord chuckles darkly as he watches you chase your lady’s lips.

“Now that my Alina has blessed your body, are you ready for my blessing?”

You blink up at him.

“I shall accept whatever you are gracious enough to offer me, my lord.”

They both share a wicked smile, and a shiver runs down your spine as your body burns from your lady’s touch. You need his darkness to caress you, to soothe the ache between your thighs where shimmering slick drips onto the temple floor.

“She’s far too coherent for my liking, Sasha.”

The affectionate diminutive reminds you of their bond. Two immortal beings, bound together for all eternity. Ravka’s ultimate love story.

You agree with her. You want to lose yourself in them both, to feel the blistering heat of her sunlight, and the frightening blindness of his shadows. You want all of them. Every inch.

They both laugh, and your lord grasps your chin in his hand.

“Our little priestess has always had such pretty thoughts.”

Fear and astonishment glistens in your eyes as you realise that they know all. That they have heard your every thought, every fantasy. They know the depth of your devotion to them both, and the love that threatens to consume you.

Then your lord presses his lips against yours, and everything washes away.

Where your lady’s kisses were warm and inviting, like basking in the summer sun after the harshest of winters. Your lord’s kiss is the cool night breeze, as refreshing as the first sip of water after a day of thirst. You shiver in delight as the chill runs through you, and rivulets of silver trail down your thighs.

Your lady’s kisses are hot against your breasts, a startling contrast to the coolness rushing through your body. When you look down, her dark eyes are full of mischief, and her mouth is stained with sticky gold that she smears across your skin. Every brush of her lips draws you closer, pulling you deeper into pleasure.

Your lord bites down on your lip, drawing blood into your mouth, and you moan. His silver mixes with your mortal red, muddying his essence into a glistening bronze. Your lady’s fingers brush against your slit and you whimper at the sensitivity. Every nerve is alive and aching for them both.

Your lord grasps at your breasts, sticky and swollen from his wife’s attention, and he mouths along the line of your throat. Two delicate fingers are slid inside you, and you arch into your lady’s touch. She grins as she spreads you apart.

“I think she’s ready Sasha.”

They take in your glazed eyes, your parted lips, your warm body writhing beneath them, and your skin stained with their godly essence.

“Is she right, little priestess? Are you ready for me to fuck you full? To bless you with our child?”

“Please.” You whimper. The two of them continue to speak. They want you to sink into a mindless mess. Your lady coos softly as she thrusts her fingers in and out of you.

“Are you sure you can take it? We wouldn’t want to damage such a pretty thing, now would we Sasha?” The god in question licks a line down your throat, groaning when he tastes his wife’s golden essence on your skin. You nod in response, and they keep speaking.

“Of course not Alya. Poor little priestess, so devoted, so eager to give your body to us both.” His hand curls around your throat, and your vision swims.

“What would our followers say if they could see you now?” Her fingers drag against your tight walls, and you keen. It’s not enough.

“A desperate, dripping mess on the floor of our temple.” That’s all you are. Tears of frustration and longing spill down your cheeks. They both stare down at you, before sharing a look with one another. You can hardly focus enough to notice.

A warm body slides underneath yours, and you moan pitifully as their hands curl around your legs, holding you wide open. Another body, settles over the top of you, firm and cool, and you whimper at the intensity of being between them both. The sun in eclipse.

Sensing motion beside you, you turn your head.

Aleksander kisses Alina with an intensity that fuels your desire into a blazing inferno. They kiss with an intimacy not meant for mortal eyes, and you shudder with need as their lust for one another consumes you. Their moans echo in your very soul, they are all you can breathe for.

Your lady tightens her hold on your legs, nails pressing into your skin as she keeps you open for her husband. She kisses your shoulder, as your lord lines himself up with your entrance. He leaves one delicate kiss to your collarbone, before he thrusts into you.

Your screams echo through the temple.

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[immaturegzb]

GoT/HotD

Aemond / Ewan Mitchell

In the Beginning (s)

Can't Help Falling in Love (f/a)

Accomplished (s)

Angry (s)

Head that Wears the Crown (s)

Take Care of You (f/s)

A Disappointment (f/s)

Of Flowers and Dragons (f)

Moonbloom (f)

Starry Eyes (s)

Atonement (s/a)

Possessive (s)

Can I Sit Here?

 In the Morning (s)

Jealous Kiss

Sweet, Troubled Aemond (s/a)

Hunger (s)

Primal Urges (s)

Unlike His Father

Not a Child Anymore

Hair Care Routine (f)

Byka Zaldrizes (f)

Precious Stones / Punishment (s/m)

Scar (f/s/a)

Reassurance (f/a)

Jealousy (s)

Persuasion (s)

Reverse Comfort (f)

Lap (f/s)

Riding Dragons (s)

To Ruin (s)

Ilicitus (s)

Last Word (s)

Seeded and Sore (s)

Honey On My Tongue (s)

A Good Wife (s)

Cuddles

Mine (m)

Blessed Curse / Loathe to Love (s/a/h/c)

Nocturnal Torment (m/c)

Bratty (f/m)

Made for Me (s)

Pray for Forgiveness (s)

Tea Party (modern!au/s/f)

Amidst the Ruins of War (s/a)

The Ails of a Cup of Red (s/m)

Who Hurt You? (a/c/h - check tw)

Blue Eyes So Green (s)  -EM

Chemical Override / pt 2 / pt 3 -EM

Piece de Resistance (f)

His Sacrifice (a/h)

Ilibio (s)

Training Yard (s)

Parting Gift ft Aegon (s)

In the Middle of the Night (s)

The King’s Retribution (s/m)

Does That Make Sense (s)

I Came to You a Sinner (a/m)

Ābrazȳrys (s)

Hae iksā (s)

Dragons of the Same Fire (s)

Virginal Whore (s)

Prince Regent (s)

The Middle of War (a/c)

Love? Match. (f)

Helping Hand (modern!aemond/s)

Cooler Heads Will Prevail (s)

Exposure Therapy (s/f/c)

Flipped (modern!aemond/s)

Edge of Desire (s/f/c)*

A Wolf in the Dragon’s Den (f/c/s)*

Say It (s)

Peace (s/h)

Safe Word (modern!aemond/s/c)

Faking It (s/f/c)

Lust for Love (s)

Stop Fussing (f)

Threatened (c/a)

From Friend to Foe (s/a)

A Debt (s/a)

A Cure for a Bad Day (f/s/c)

The Monster and the Beauty (s)

Thorough (s)

The Wife (s/f)

Mine All Mine (f)

Healing Kisses (f)

Hot Summer Nights (s)

The Way to A Man’s Heart (h/c/f)

Tender, Loving Care (s)

Bad Things (s)

Shadow (f)

Rova Mandia (s/f/c)

Baby Fever (f/m/modern!aemond)

A Mother’s Work (f)

Embracing the Unexpected (f)

Obsessed (s)

I’ll Crawl Home to Her (modern!aemond/s/c)

Morning Snack (f/s)

Just A Taste (modern!aemond/s)

He Can't Have You (s)

A Worthy Exchange (peacekeeper!aemond/s)

A Husband’s Duty (s)

Thou Shall Not Covet (s)

You Adored Me Before (s)

Lay Your Claim (s)

A Moment’s Reprieve (s)

Cameras and Cash (s/modern!aemond)

The Promises We Make (s)

Cregan Stark

Set Me Alight Again / Redamancy (s/f/c)

Home is Where the Heart Is (s/c)

As Long As She Is Comfortable (s/c)

You're a Stark Now (f/h/c)

Happy As You Are (h/c) / A Wolf (c/s)

Yes, My Lady (s/f)

Absolutely Not (m/f)

Bath (s)

Cold (f/c)

Wolfsblood, Dragonblood  (s/f)

Winter Nights (s/f/c)

Running with the Wolves (h/c/f/s)

Wolf’s Teeth and Torn Wings (s)

Erryk Cargyll

Sword and Scissors (f)

White Knight (s/f/c)

Aegon II Targaryen

Reading (f/m)

Parting Gift ft Aemond (s)

Teaching the Unteachable (s)

Closer (m)

Bedside (c)

[anxious2dsimp]

General Dating Headcanons | Sero, Todoroki & Bakugou

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Pairings: Sero x Reader, Todoroki x Reader, Bakugou x Reader

Reader: Gender Neutral!

Format: Headcanons​

Warnings: Cursing bc Bakugou 🙄 (as if I wasn’t the one who picked him lmao)

Request: :))) hellooooo :D hmmmm may i get general dating headcanons for sero, todoroki, and [insert your favorite character]? 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 @smexy-goose

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Hi again!! Omg yes, I’ll gladly write some hcs for the best bois! I had a hard time picking a fave, but since I have written for Kami and Kiri in the last request I decided to go with blasty boy❤️ (Also, I’m trying a new way to post requests, I hope it works!)

Sero Hanta

I feel like Sero is genuinely so fun to date, just like he said in that one dorm episode, he’s always the wild card.

He’s a goofball, so he adores making you laugh and smile as much as he can. I love him omg😭

Will definitely take advantage of his height (he’s among the taller ones in the class) and give you surprise hugs from behind and rest his head on yours.

He’ll also use his quirk on you for everything from pranks to just randomly pulling you to him to give you a quick peck or a hug :’)

He’s pretty standard with PDA, so he won’t go around making out with you in public but he will do little gestures like those <3

In private I feel like he’s definitely cuddly, he’s just so happy to be with you!

He loves having you over at his room to just chill or be in each other’s presence, even if you’re doing stuff individually.

Speaking of, the bakusquad definitely complains about you having privilege in using the hammock in Hanta’s room. 

Denki will whine like; “why does y/n always get to use the hammock? You said it was out of bounds!”

“That’s on pretty privilege, sorry! And you’re just jealous you don’t have a cool s/o like mine,” Sero will say and poke his tongue out from the hammock where you’re swinging togehter :’) 

I’m warning you now, if you had a healthy sleep schedule before going out with him, you can kiss it goodbye.

Sero will absolutely be up till like 3 am sending you memes and tiktoks that remind him of you.

And with him blowing up your phone you’ll most likely end up talking into ungodly hours of the night, the *sleep deprivation* only causing funnier conversations.

Those will end up becoming inside jokes that he’ll bring up to make you laugh while the rest of the class is like ???

That also results in some weird ass nicknames sorry not sorry

So he’ll sometimes call you regular stuff like babe and other times... he’ll call you things like “Bert” (FOR NO REASON??) or “Candied Blood Pumping Organ” instead of sweetheart lmao

Overall you two are just THE chaotic couple (and if you’re not generally that way he will bring out that side of you)

Pranking your classmates? Pranking each other? Random ass adventures? Trying weird food together? Dancing in the kitchen at midnight while sharing late night snacks? By going out with him you said yes to all of the above.

From sneaking out of the dorms for late night food runs to occasionally skipping class to go to the arcade or the beach, you usually can’t go a week without doing something fun togehter.

This one time you two were out with the Bakusquad and y’all stopped by a supermarket to get food. 

So you had to ask Bakugou to buy you something bc you and Sero had to stay outside and just hand him the money.

He was like “tf?? why? Just buy your shit yourselves!” You had to explain you two were banned from the store because Hanta had accidentally crashed a cart he was driving you around in into a display of cereal boxes.

Ah yes, good times.

Todoroki Shoto

I feel like he’ll definitely need a small push when it comes to relationships bc of his past, but once you’re with him he’ll care deeply about you and will try to make you as happy as you make him :’)

I’m begging you, please give this boy some luv and affection!! For the most part you’d probably initiate PDA because he’s too nervous to do it himself

At the beginning he wouldn’t even be comfy cuddling, solely because he’d be afraid of hurting you somehow :(

But once you’ve reassured him he complies, and from then on out you just have to open your arms and he’ll instantly know it’s *cuddle time*

It’a one of his favorite pastimes bc he just feels so safe and loved <3 he also just loves the feeling of you playing with his hair

Luckily you get to do it year round since you cuddle his hot side in the winter and cold side during the summer

I feel like he’s secretly insecure, so the fact that you trust him and love him for who he is makes him feel like he could melt <3

Because of that you’re the only one he truly opens up to and shows his real feelings to, not to mention the only one who can touch his scar

And though he isn’t great with words, one look at him during one of these personal moments when its just you two, and you can just see it in his eyes.

Especially if you kiss his scar, his eyes might even get teary this sweet boy I 😭

That’s also probably why he shares his precious cold soba with you

Since you’ve been together, Shoto has just been so much happier, so his siblings and mother LOVE you.

They’re constantly inviting you over for dinner when Endevour is working (bc he’s a huge buzzkill to say the least), and his mom adores when you come with Shoto to visit her :)

Todoroki really enjoys seeing you get along with the people he cares the most about...

 BUT what he hates is THE EMBARRASING STORIES HIS FAMILY TELLS YOU OMG (you live for them, but I wouldn’t tell him that if I were you)

“Fuyumi remember when Shoto-” “Natsuo, no💙“ your bf will say as he unconsciously squeezes your hand, both of the siblings laughing at Shoto’s glare.

You had to hold in your laughter so hard omg

Though he isn’t that talkative, you guys definitely have that kind of relationship where you two could be silent and still feel completely comfortable (oh I’m so jealous of that but nvm)

He’s definitely observant, so expect the most considerate gifts and the most assertive observations, he’ll always know what you need.

The type of observant that gives you a water bottle before you even notice you’re thristy during training, or switches sides while walking so you loop your arm with his on his warm side when you’re cold.

Also the type to gift you that one thing you really wanted but mentioned once like months ago along with your favorite snacks/drink (you best believe he has them all memorized bc he’s just that attentive)

Over all, just a really soothing relationship were you can be comfortable with each other and feel at home when you’re together.

Bakugou Katsuki

Ok so, I feel like you’d be a competitive couple, turning anything into a competition in an endearingly annoying way.

You’re definitely the type of couple to go to laser tag, an escape room, an arcade, etc, as dates >:) but the competitions don’t end there:

Who can plan the best date? Who can make the other blush first? Who can get the other the better gift? Who’s the better kisser? Who gets the higher score in class? Or wins at sparring?

Especially when it comes to productive stuff like training or academics, although he won’t admit it, he’s just pushing you to be your best because he knows how amazing you are :’)

All the bakusquad knows about your shenanigans and at this point they’ve learnt to stay out of it & go get the Advil just in case bless their souls lmao

I’m sorry but he definitely calls you nicknames that purposely piss you off (with no ill intentions ofc), like “gremlin”, “dumbass” or “booger”

I suggest you also call him stuff like that back, like “angry pom” or “blasty” to get on his nerves >:)

You guys also definitely friendly bicker all the time, knowing that you take it lightly (though strangers won’t, resulting in some hilariously awkward situations)

“You’re such a fucking idiot,” he’ll say rolling his eyes as he messes up your hair.

Just watch his smirk dissapears when you reply, “no, u❤️″ It gets on his nerves, I just know it.

So he’ll chase you around as you call each other random stuff. While the other people at the convenience store are just like  👁👄👁

He never means it tho, keep in mind if you’re dating the self proclaimed future no. 1 hero he thinks highly of you :)

So he’d definitely be protective while simultaneously showing you off <3

Will always greet you with a kiss and keep his hand on your back or waist so ppl know you’re with him

RIP anyone who tries to hurt or flirt with you, I say try bc Bakugou will be exploding them even before they get the chance😅

Denki’s definitely almost gotten his brows blown off his face bc of that lol

Speaking of, the bakusquad still can’t get over the fact that THE lord explosion murder has a soft spot for you,

You mean you take care of his injuries, scold him when he burns himself out, touch his hair, and hug him when his moody... and you DON’T get cussed out and blown up? Shooketh

However they don’t see what happens behind closed doors, & how you’ve helped him with all the trauma he has experienced

You’re the only one who he is vulnerable with, you’ve seen him cry and he tells you about his nightmares and fears

You do the same with him, and you promise each other to get through anything together, which you’ve done so far :’)

Bc of that his parents love you, and his mom’s always going on about how she’s so glad you “stand” his son😂

Why can’t he be real ughhh

[unseelie-grimalkin]

How do you write magic the way you do? Your MC seems to have a grab bag of abilities that make sense but don't make sense, you feel me? I'm not being aggro, I just wanna know the things and how your brain works.

So this ask has been sitting in my ask box for ages, and I've been fiddling with it in my drafts while I've been suffering in math.

So okay: we know NDM deals with seasonal magic.

But seasonal affiliations aren’t necessarily a whole thing in the Mythological Cycle of Irish Mythology. It’s more of a newer association with the fey folk in general; as Morgan Daimler mentions in 21st Century Fairy: The Good Folk in the new millennium,

“This [the idea of Seasonal Fairy Courts] is something that has grown out of urban fantasy across the last several decades, jumping off the older ideas of the Scottish Seelie and Unseelie courts but removing any moral implications in the names and simply tying them to seasons.”

Another good note Daimler makes that’s relevant to NDM as a whole (and, despite everything, is relevant to answering your question):

“The Seelie and Unseelie Courts themselves and the entire idea of two courts as such is probably comparatively newer as well only really coming in within the last 200 years or so.”

So, with this being a relatively modern idea, I assume that this choice for the seasonal is a world-building feature of Na Daoine Maithe rather than a misrepresentation or anything less than charitable. Why? Because they’ve made the Seelie/Unseelie labels a world-building choice as well, incorporating the inherent morality of the labels (since I believe that in Scots, Seelie can mean Blessed/Holy/Good depending on the context, while Unseelie can mean Mischievous/Evil-Doing) into the general spin that Seelie courtiers and the like put on the current political conflict in the setting.

Like, while I’m not here with a tin-foil hat and a set of pedestals for the developers with a blanket statement carved into said pedestals that declare that they can do no wrong (gods, what a ridiculous curse that one could put on any person...), Moirai Myths has shown that they’ve got a solid bit of research under their belts, so the most charitable assumption I am going to make both out of respect and for my own fun is that things are on purpose, actually.

So: seasonal magic.

The ask we have with the most information about magic in our setting is this one right here. Let’s break it down, shall we?

There are a few kinds of magic in our game overall, but that run down would be long and semi-spoilery, so let’s focus on the main magic system that the Tuatha Dé Danann are known for: Seasonal magic. Seasonal magic is regarded most highly among the TDD, since it was taught to the Tuatha Dé by the goddess Danu herself. It can involve rituals or incantations, but strongly relies on the power of voice (i.e., song) as a medium through which this form of magic is cast. Ergo, the range of one’s voice impacts your affinity or aptitude toward a given seasonal discipline, so high ranging voices tend to yield stronger results with spring or summer magic, and conversely, low ranging voices yield stronger results with autumn or winter magic.

So, important bullet points already:

Seasonal magic is simply what the TDD are known for, stylistically (with the implication that there are non-seasonal styles as well, which we need to keep a pin in for Aífe, specifically)

Seasonal magic is thought to be given by Danu (which is. Such a HOT BUTTON for me and my brain, given Danu’s...EVERYTHING! I’ll get into that later)

Somatic components (your voice) is the medium of seasonal magic. Singing is given as the example, and it’s one that I cannot and shan’t dispute: the game draws a lot of inspiration from Lebor Gabála Érenn, which has its clearest example of an incantation called The Song of Amergin so like...yeah, I want to see some early 2000’s song-fics up in this bitch! I wanna have people incorporate lyrics of their favorite songs into the prose! It’s textually supported! Grimalkin-Approved!

Vocal ranges impact your seasonal affinity/aptitude (we know from the RO affinities and their vocal ranges [speaking {this was before VO work, so take that ask as you wish} & singing] that spring probably has the highest pitch, summer a high pitch, autumn a low pitch, and winter the lowest pitch)

It is worth noting that seasonal magic is not exclusively “nature magic”, but rather covers a broad range of concepts associated with the “essence” of a season as well. For example, spring magic denotes growth and renewal, ergo it can entail the manipulation of plant life as well as healing magic, among other things. There’s a lot of variance and overlap in places, though - especially with the aligned seasons. If you’re a top notch winter magic sort of person, for instance, chances are you’ll be able to dabble in some autumn magic as well.

So the italics are what was originally there, but that bolded formatting is mine because I really want to draw attention to that word in particular as I start to probe your brain with thoughts and questions.

This supports my usual take on magic: that magic should not be treated as a cut-and-dry formalized system but as a living narrative force where the more you try to make rules, the more magic defies said rules. To put you into the mindset of how I think about magic, I’m going to borrow some words from @/cryptotheism (not actually tagging them in this fandom meta-analysis post for a niche dating sim, but credit needs to be given):

“What is a home without a house? A painting without a canvas? A lover without a body?”

It is extremely tempting to answer that the answer is emotions, that emotions are the answer. But that's not entirely true, is it? Because then what emotions would make a home without a house, a painting without a canvas, a lover without a body? No, the answer is in the narrative force that surrounds those things and how our minds process the stories we tell ourselves, and how there are layers to those stories that make having exacting answers troublesome. Because it's not simply just the stories we tell ourselves and each other. It's in how we have these concepts and in how we communicate these concepts: a home is different from a house and can be further specialized into different things that all mean something else; a cottage is different than a shack and a shack is different from a condo and a condo is different from a hotel room, but they can all be home to someone, and we can all understand that and what that concept can be. But we also know that all those things (a cottage, a shack, a condo, a hotel room) aren't all automatically someone's home; just that they can be and that the state of home can be as permanent or as temporary as things shake out for any one person.

And, with this idea of narrative magic, this idea of liminality in concepts fresh in your head and rotating (because that's not really a thing I can teach or fully explain so much plant and let you digest it), I need to get into the rest of that paragraph from that ask.

We have this textual emphasis that seasonal magic is not exclusively nature magic but is tied to each season’s essence. But I ask anyone reading this: who defines each season’s essence? Was it Danu when she gifted it? Was it the druids who potentially formalized the style? Like. My tin-foil hat theory is that this is all a mythologized fabrication by the Order of the Eternal Flame to stagnate and control the flow of the populace’s magic, but really? We don’t know. For as much noise as I’ll make beating my metaphorical pans together and yelling about druids at 2 am in the liminal hallway that we call the NDM Discord Server, that’s speculation at best, and I know it.

This paragraph gives us an example for spring: since spring’s essence is defined as growth and renewal, it can do plant magic, healing magic, and “other things”. So, say you are writing a fic and want to define those other things yourself and ask yourself, “What would an Unseelie Grimalkin do in my place?”

My usual first step for this is, admittedly, unorthodox.

I make my merry way down to the Superpower Wiki. I find the seasonal-related wiki pages that I’m looking for (in this case: anything to do with Spring), see what has been assembled, and pick what I want and what is relevant to my writing. So, if I wanted to give Shae a potential spell that’s not in the listed things the ask on magic lists for spring magic, I’d cross reference things I’d guess would be passed down in their family (something domestic, I’d wager), and then brainstorm from there. For example, maybe I’d deal with Spring’s association with Purification and wonder if Shae might have a spell to keep away and get rid of mold or similar impurities in their food, passed down from generation to generation.

To break down what spells I’ve had Tríona cast in particular, you can look at the Autumn pages on the Superpower Wiki. The parts of Autumn she has a natural inclination for have mainly been what the Wiki notes as “Enhanced Preparedness”: you can trace the concept of Hunter’s Intuition in Chapter 4 of The Five Times He Had to Engage in Purely Tactical Revision, While She Turned From a Fairy Tale, while she juggles between Prey Instinct and Predator Instinct in Meeting the Pack as she spars with Dermot. The summoning of the nearby dire wolf isn't listed on the Wiki, because I then asked myself: what else do I associate with autumn? And the answer was hunting. And what pack animal, one laden in magical association, do I associate with hunting? Wolves.

But therein lies the trickiness of this system, one that the devs have addressed: there’s overlap between the seasons (take hunting as a concept: sure, there’s a lot of hunting done in autumn to prepare for winter, but you can hunt in any season. I’d argue the season specifies what kind of hunting takes place and how it’s characterized, and I want you to think about that with NDM’s magic system a lot because it unlocks a lot of potentials). I think there’s an overlap more considerable than what is addressed (which is not bad! Not only is it fun for fics, it could be a plot point).

So, here's where they address it (and give us more lore nuggets to crunch):

Contrary to gut-impulse, no one discipline is inherently regarded as more “good” or “evil” than the other, as there is no inherent “good” or “evil” in nature. As such, it is possible to create blessings and curses from any of the seasons, and curses are broadly regarded as a taboo no matter what form they take. Protective wards are associated with winter magic, denoting perseverance and repose. Summer magic, denoting zeal and freedom, can be used to inflict insomnia.

There is no morality in nature (aye, true, the wolf isn't exactly apologizing to the deer for eating it), so any seasonal style can do blessings and curses. Fair and valid and honestly refreshing (I am. So tired. Of winter magic being considered the evil magic in fantasy).

But I'd like to inspire a counterthought in your head: the protective wards outlined here come from perseverance and repose. Valid. I'm not disputing that. But can't that same zeal from summer be used defensively? Especially in a land of eternal summer, where summer is not associated with a flitting moment but a timeless burn? Maybe not in the exact same way as winter, but to note another potential example: autumn's associated with preservation and preparation. Can't that be used in the same manner as perseverance and repose, to be funneled into protective wards?

And even the earlier idea that spring magic is the only magic that can heal because spring is associated with growth and renewal: maybe the healing isn't the same, but isn't there a healing quality to the restful hibernation of winter?

The semantics can go on forever, for as many questions as you and I can come up with. They can get as petty and niche as you'd like, because, the more you put a microscope on this all, the more questions come up that all come back to the big one:

“Who, in the setting of Na Daoine Maithe, defines what each season's essence is?”

And I legitimately think that's a plot question that goes back to my originally noted hot button: Danu.

As the seasonal magics are regarded as Danu’s gift to her people, it is commonly regarded as exclusive to the Tuatha Dé, but… Well. Danu did choose her people, after all. Have you tried asking?

That “Have you tried asking?” prompted me to write my first NDM fic, for the record. Thanks, Clotho! You did that! To me! Thanks, legitimately!

But yeah, let's get into Danu quickly because her context is...honestly? Vitally important for how I interpret NDM's magical landscape.

So, the name Danu itself is a reconstructed name, built off of the Danann from the title Tuatha Dé Danann. However, you must understand that this is a hypothetical name not found in any medieval Irish text. Largely, you see the Danann slapped onto the name Tuatha Dé because it CHANGES the whole meaning of the title.

Tuatha Dé means “The God Tribe”. Tuatha Dé Danann means “The Tribe of the Goddess Danu” in the reconstructed sense. This title change actively takes away the divinity in the title. In IRL scripts, we see Tuatha Dé Danann overtake the title Tuatha Dé because it made the Christian scribes feel more comfortable about what they were writing.

Danu never makes an appearance in the Lebor Gabála Érenn. At all! So, where does she come from? That’s! A hotly debated topic! One that’s been around since the 19th century. It doesn’t help that the Victorians did as they were want to do: overwrite existing folklore of the people they oppressed with whatever the hell they wanted (Danu made for a good comparison point to Demeter, and this is a standard colonialist system: overwrite other gods by shallow comparisons to Greek/Roman gods [a page directly taken from Roman trade books]. I believe this is where we get Sun God Lugh from, despite all text suggesting otherwise: people went Lugh = Apollo/Hermes/Thoth for too long, and it baked into some folks).

Now, for the closest possible equivalents to Danu that could've been recycled into her, we’ve got:

Anu from Cormac’s Glossary, who is noted as the mother of the gods of Ireland (which should sound familiar to the credit Danu is given, but also…Anu is sometimes another name for the Morrígan, and the name is conflated with many other goddesses, and it’s never clear in the text which potential one they’re referring to).

Danand, who actually appears in the Lebor Gabála Érenn and is actually accredited in that work for where the Danann comes from (at least, from a Watsonian perspective): Danand has three sons. They may be familiar to any who has studied Lugh: they’re the same three who kill Lugh’s father and get sent off on a suicide mission, actually. And these three are, in specific, called “The Gods of Dannan”.

So uh…this is where we have to ask: is the story we’re being told, that Danu is the mother goddess of the TD in NDM…is that true? Do we take that as truth, or is that simply the information we’re being presented because it’s the societal truth primarily believed by the populace? And if it is the latter, then…are seasonal magic styles actually given and taught by the Order of the Eternal Flame, who provided this fantastical story to avoid seeming too powerful, to prevent something? Or maybe…to power something?

This is my bit and bindle here: we have to interrogate the limitations of this system. Play in the mud of semantics. Because, for me at least, it makes you realize that something is very wrong here, and it’s nothing fey related: it’s not the magic of true names, it's not the locking of life to a realm through food, it’s not the weakness to iron. Instead, it’s absolute stagnation, apparent not only in TNN’s sky that acts more as a stage prop than anything living but also in how regions are held in eternal seasons.

And…well, we have seasonal magic.

How powerful do you reckon a spell is one that could hold a network of regions locked in specific seasons? I’d say pretty powerful, given its size and scope of it. How clever would it be, to power this spell, by locking the populace into the same stagnation as the regions by tricking them into limiting their magic through seasonal spellcasting, through locking them into specific associations based on something as arbitrary as vocal range?

Like. I cannot stress this enough. When the magic being used by the TD is described in Irish folklore, there is no seasonal association. The Morrigan just Does Shit. The Dagda? Just Fucks Things Up (he literally stops everyone from perceiving that 9 months go by just so Boan is not caught having his baby). Aengus? Just sings, and things Happen. Fúamnach quite literally turns a woman into a fly because she's angry. Whenever you read about a druid sorcerer, they just Do Things. Without limit. Their only limit is their skill, knowledge, and who taught them. Maybe their parentage? But there is no moment they ponder the essence of a season and if this is in their wheelhouse.

And while yes, you can point at that ask and go, “But there’s not just seasonal magic in NDM, Grim, please look at the ask before you lose your mind.” I also have to point out that seasonal magic is noted as the primary magic system that the NDM TDD are best known for, is the most highly regarded, and has the most ties to the central religion of current-day TNN.

Just like the discrepancy in using the Seelie/Unseelie titles in a game labeled and marketed as based on Irish mythology and making that discrepancy mean something (I do know the official site also says Celtic folklore, I know this, I have that statement in front of me as I type this, but also when I've got this ask right here that cites Lebor Gabála Érenn and the other cycles as main inspirations for world-building, I gotta focus on that rather than barking up unnamed and unknown trees because just saying Celtic is like saying they've got umbrellas made of swords: what kind of swords? Greatswords? Gladium? Parrying swords? The answer changes that umbrella for you, in your head, doesn't it? Same thing with Celtic: Celtic's a damn big umbrella word), this focus on the TD of the setting having normalized and mythologized seasonal magic probably means something.

I also want to draw attention to my absolute favorite sorceress: Aífe

Let's Talk About Aífe & How Her Takes Expand What Magic Is Like In My Head

You probably thought I name-dropped Aífe earlier and would never get back to her. Nope!

Because not only is she the one in the demo to note that you do not have to be a druid to learn magic, but she also has a couple of interestingly anti-Eternal Flame stances. Like yes, yes we all know about Time Conspiracist Aífe, we love Time Conspiracist Aífe, but I mean that she's a noted atheist and has a hidden talent for taboo magic (which could mean seasonal curses, I mean, she knows what a very specifically relevant one to her feels like to cast, but also remember: seasonal magic isn't the only type of magic, and Aífe has this association with magic we don't see play out in fey-typical media [I went THIS LONG without mentioning Warlock of the Fiend Aífe, I'm getting myself a treat for self-control, but I also mean the magical girl ask too]).

Like. All these puzzle pieces together and the whole magic system makes me like

So YEAH this is why magic comes up in my NDM fics so much and why it's probably a little wild, I think about the socio-political everything of NDM magic a lot.

[glacial-snowflakes]

Hi dear!! 🥰 Okay I NEED to ask: what are your favourite Loki headcanons? (Doesn't matter if sfw or nsfw)🖤

(feel free to ignore this if you don't want to answer it, of course! And I hope you have a lovely evening! 🖤)

Hi darling 💞 thank u for this question, omg 🥺

The first thing that came to my mind is Loki's skin being v cold because he's a Frost Giant, to the point it's unpleasant to touch. People just don't like being around him not because they hate him, but because they freeze. Even though Loki says he doesn't care and prefers things this way, it hurts him, it makes him feel even more alone, IT MAKES HIM HATE HIMSELF EVEN MORE. He's mad he was born this way. He was born to be rejected...

And then his s/o appears and guess what their power is? Ice. Their skin being as cold as his. Them hating feeling hot, then hating summer. Them couldn't bear warmth of human skin. And so when they meet Loki, they feel at home, they feel comfortable, they feel safe. They finally found someone who doesn't run away from them.

I always have this scene in my head, when Loki wakes up from a nightmare in his Frost Giant form and s/o come to his room. They sit on his bed and touch his hand. He's scared he can hurt them yet they don't back away because they don't feel his coldness. They don't see this as a curse, it's more of a blessing to them.

I'm not sure if this is very interesting, probably not that much haha my winter side is speaking rn