#Herbs and Homicide

[jolieeason]

Top 5 Tuesday: Freebie

Top 5 Tuesday was created by Shannah at Bionic Book Worm and now is being hosted by Meeghan at Meeghan reads. It is pretty simple. There is a schedule of topics for every Tuesday. You select the one for that week and run with it. The topics for September are: 5 September: Top 5 book spines Firstly, let’s show off all of our favourite book spines… 😍 12 September: Top 5 end papers Then some…

[desidarling123]

We NEED to talk about Shuri...

MAJOR spoilers for Black Panther: Wakanda Forever below ...

We need to talk about how fucking DARK Shuri was in the movie and also WHY. My girl was taking psychological L after psychological L. Like, no wonder homegirl went hurtling down her villain arc.

I would too bitch! Probably for less, actually!

It just starts and never stops:

She has to live with the guilt of not being at his side when her brother dies (and not being able to save his life, either)

She has to live with the guilt of not being able to save her mother

She finally manages to take the herb and go the Ancestral Plane... only to see her homicidal cousin basically urging her to succumb to her darkest instincts and get that shit done

And boy, get it done she does:

Straight-up blackmails M'Baku into cooperation even though he very obviously doesn't wanna get involved

Her trapping Namor in her terrifying dehydration plane and then asking him if he needed a glass of water BROOOOOOOOOOOO

That moment when she RIPPED HIS FUCKING WINGS OFF??? when i tell you i fucking GASPED in the THEATER

her claws in his back except that was me being dirty-minded sorry

She pulled a SPEAR out of her ABDOMEN on sheer SPITE????

and when she blew up the plane so it would kill Namor for good?? turned her armor on and stood through it like a savage whilst he (presumably) burned to death??? JAW ON THE FUCKING GROUND DUDE!!! HOLY FUCK

My girl said fuck around and find out bitch. Holy shit.

[noritoshiikamo]

wake up [childe x reader]

im writing childe again as an annual sacrifice to lose on his banner for c5 jean or tighnari also miss manipulative yet sweet little husband childe [continuation of this]

tagging @cheolinn @duskamethyst @crashed-wing

cw dubcon, manipulative childe, pregnant reader, wee bit of somnophilia, female receiving oral, not so descriptive penetrative sex, mention of breeding kink, stockholm syndromish, homicidal thoughts (childe)

ajax is ridiculous throughout your pregnancy.

you found yourself dodging him ever so often but would it work with your stubborn husband? never. your cold shoulder meant he just had to work a little hard, aggressive with no subtlety. to him, you must just be a little cranky with his busy schedule. serving tsaritsa is might be a priority but for you, he was willing to make an exception.

he’s suffocating.

hovering over you, berating everything you do as if you haven’t been doing this for the past 57 day to be exact. “stop, i’m just pregnant. leave me alone,” you muttered angrily, eyes didn’t even leave the chopping board holding off to the herbs you were about to chop. ajax knew well than to mess with an angry woman holding a knife.

“my love, you are going in your second trimester, you should be resting. what kind of husband am i if i’m not helping my sweet sweet wife.”

you turned around, annoyance was all your face could convey to his nonsense, “well for once, if you would’ve learn to control yourself, i wouldn’t need to be carrying a baby for 9 months.” his laughter echoed the small cottage as you found yourself trapped between the counter, a hard place and your charming husband. his bare hands, sight you rarely seen brushed gently against your cheeks. your tensed body immediately relaxed as if it was trained to respond as such to his touch. “now, now, that wouldn’t be so husbandly of me if i couldn’t get my wife knocked up, wouldn’t i?” his lips brushed your own so lightly but it was your reaction that made the man marveled in excitement. you were reaching for more.

“oh, did my wife miss me?”

you bit your tongue, “shut up and quit bothering me.”

ajax feigned a small pout, fishing for your sympathy as he rested his forehead against yours. his cold eyes were wide with joy, being nuisance to you was his choice of bantering. he missed this dearly, contemplating more sabbatical leaves to spend more time with you. his thumb brushed against your lower lips as his finger hooked under your chin, forcing your gaze up on him. “i told you,” he clicked his tongue, “i will lessen the bothering after our third child. fifth if you want to completely stop, i will definitely shut my mouth.”

he felt something sharp against his chest. looking down, you slammed the knife flat, palm on the handle against where his heart laid. your hand looked so small compared to the knife,“just cook.”

you waddled away, tossing the apron on the counter. you felt his gaze against your body but it was his words that gave you the shivers.

“i’ll still have it, y/n. after our sweet firstborn is out, i will only give you few months of break, and then i’ll breed the second one right back in ya.”

you knew it well that the threat isn’t empty.

it was adorable that 30 minutes later, he found you completely out in the baby room, resting against the nice sofa by the window with a book on your laps. it seemed that the book is reading you and not the other way around. my poor exhausted wife, he thought fondly. he leaned against the door, arms across the chest as his eyes roamed. how could he resist the idea of pumping you full of his child when you look so adorable and cute?

something twitched in him.

his boots creaked heavy against the floor. winter must be brutal on you after years in the land of freedom. you surely missed the sunny breeze against your skin, his finger brushing lightly against your thigh, hiking your dress higher. a soft oh escaped his lips as his eyes widened in excitement. down on both knees, his lips planted butterfly kisses along the inside watching as you squirmed and sighed. the book long forgotten, laying on the floor as he ventured deeper. you must have been thinking of how none of your complaints were heard by him. ajax just didn’t think that it would be true; you’re not just gonna be walking around with nothing underneath just because the waistband hurts. he felt sorry for doubting you, apologizing in the way he knew best with a kiss in your mound.

“sorry baby, shh just sleep,” he hushed as he yanked you by the legs forward, spreading your legs further. you whined, drowsy in exhaustion.

he was sorry indeed. with arms both underneath your thighs, holding you in place, he burrowed deeper. on his archon’s name, he couldn’t understand how you could taste this delicious on his tongue. ajax could no longer go for the soft gentle licks, he was ravishing you. when he was not running his tongue along your slit, teasing your throbbing holes with his pointed tongue, he kept his lips latched around the puffy clit. with every whines and sighs, he kept his grips on your soft thighs tighter.

his heart swelled and his cock twitched when his name slipped out of your tongue so gently. even in your dream, he was haunting you. except this wasn’t a dream and ajax was really going to town. he would kill for you to wake up, listening to your sweet begging of no and not here.

he has no sense of patience and politeness.

he would keep you gagged with his cock down your throat underneath the table, pounding you in the corner of the dark alley of the busiest holiday night in town and here he is, trying to fuck you in your newborn’s room. he lives for the lusty fearful eyes of yours as he drives deeper in you. releasing your clit with a soft pop, his fingers went busy around the belt. he was leaking through the light pants, managed only to open it halfway before giving it a quick tug. he never asked, you knew better than to protest what was his. he rubbed the hardened cock against your slit, watching frenzied in lust as your face contorted in pleasure.

“oh, y/n,” he called gleefully, planting kisses on your nose, “you better wake up or you’ll miss it.”

his kissed ticked your. your eyes opened lightly, startled by your husband’s face directly on your face. “miss what?” you asked confusedly. your pretty voice laced in exhaustion and sleep.

ajax smiled gleefully and your heart sank. “fuck, ajax!”your eyes shot opened as he pushed his whole length in. not giving you a single warning, not even easing in slowly, the fucked up blissed look in his face as he was fully sheathed in your cunt. you came just by his penetration, much to his content. your legs beside his figure trembled as you fisted his red shirt. “fucking warn me first,” you cried, his hungrily lips reached your own. you tasted yourself, face flushing violently as you realised what had happen. your eyed rolled back at the feeling of his tongue brushing against your own. “hm, what about warning me first if you decide to walk around without a panties? what if someone see it? they’ll take advantage of my sweet pregnant wife,” he mocked, withdrawing his hips back and slamming forward, “my poor helpless wife, can’t have people know that they got the tightest cunt in town, can’t i?” you threw your head back in pleasure, tears pooling in your eyes from pain turned into a pleasure down your cheeks. he occupied your neck, lapping and biting your skin. sucking until marks formed where your heart pounded heavily underneath his tongue. until he was satisfied, until his hands took over around the column to bring your eyes back to his.

“don’t. do. it. again,” he hissed, emphasizing each words with the harsh thrust into your cunt, “not when i’m not around. or i will kill anyone who sets their eyes on you. don’t tell me you got off to the thoughts of me killing someone for you, my wife?”

his hips slowed down and you immediately shook your head, tongue building courage to mutter no. you watched as his face softened immediately, happily kissing you with his hips snapping harsh enough you could feel your second coming. he knew it. with the way you were breathing heavily, acting so obediently with his ridiculous orders and the pussy tightening against his cock, you were about to cum. “a-ajax! i can’t,” you whined, gasping for air he knocked out with every fucks. “s-slow down please.” your feet pressed against his side, struggling to slow his pace.

“sorry baby, i want you to cum on my cock. not even a chance,” he chuckled, lapping on the salty droplet against your cheeks, “come on baby, you’re tightening around my cock, give it in.” your cries echoed the small room, sofa creaked against the wooden floor taking the brunt of his harsh thrusts. your dress was like a thin paper shredded, exposing your bare skin he yearned the most. lapping hungrily on your sensitive, hardened bud. with every gaze of his fangs, you cursed him in your mother tongue. it could only make him more feral. you could feel his pelvic grinding against yours.

ajax is attractive when he’s about to cum.

his daze was feral yet soft, glistening with lust. his soft locks stick to his face and every time it became troublesome, he pushed it back. you couldn’t help the stare to count the speckles of freckles that kissed his face and wondered how many times had his past lover kissed him there. was it you? his face softened when your fingers rested itself against his face. he enjoyed it. his smile grew wider and so did the wrinkles around the corner of his eyes. “someone’s staring,” he teased, almost panting the words out of breath. you didn’t say anything, brushing a line you were certain once was a bleeding scar you nursed to heal.

he ruined your life, dragged you back here and imprisoned you but how can you hate him? deep inside you, you knew you made him mad. you drove him away and now his child grew in your womb and your found it more of a bliss than a punishment. your body tensed, nails dug deep in his shoulder blade. you didn’t make a sound, holding your breath. you came again but it almost feel like an out of body experience.

“y/n, come back to me,” his raspy voice against your ears startled you. you didn’t realise how you end up on his laps, on the floor arms tight around him with his hips were more forgiving this time. ajax breathed a sigh of relief, “there you are. wow, you’re so easy to break there, sweetheart, i thought i lost ya for a sec.” his eyes search your face, flushed and full of bliss. “do you want me to stop?” he asked, brushing your drool away, cleaning your face with concern.

“you didn’t finish,” you mumbled, confusion etched on your face.

“i don’t have too, are you okay?”

you pushed him off, watching as his soft ginger locks splayed on the floor. his brows jolted up in surprise, “y/n,” he warned, holding you up by the waist. a soft curse escaped his lips as he felt the walls tightening against his length. you love it, the way your name escaped his tongue. his moans echoed the room now as your hips moved. his cries and the way his grips tightened against your flesh every time your hips snapped up and down. he was getting sensitive, eager to finish, his hips moving upward to match your pace. his hand, it roamed. holding on to your arm, grabbing a handful of your growing breast but when he finally came, it sat against your growing belly. you gasped, feeling overwhelmed and full as he painted your inside wide, not a single drop wasted.

the room was quieter now. you both sat attached, struggling to catch the breath you knocked out of each other. you watched as his fingers trembled around the buttons. he shed the shirt off before sitting up, carefully wrapping you in his warm shirt. you said nothing, letting him rest your head against his chest. you listened to his rapid heart pounded, his fingers brushing your back with every breath you took you swore his heart skipped a beat. you sat there long before he kissed your forehead and sat you back on the sofa.

“stay here, let me grab you some clean clothes and something to clean you up.”

you yawned, shrugging nonchalantly, “nothing with waistbands, no underwear.”

ajax beamed in excitement, his smirk grew wider as he watched your face flushed warmer, “oh, trust me, you are not wearing anything after that.”

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[raina-at]

Mouse

In celebration of this fandom and how much fun I'm having right now, with the May prompts and the fic club, have a bonus ficlet set in my theatre universe . (Another one of my AUs ticked off the list) (short premise for those not familiar: John is a stage manager and Sherlock is an actor. Mary, Molly and Sally are all part of John's crew.)

This is especially for @totallysilvergirl and the members of the Johnlock fic club. You all know why.

Warning, mention of an accidental animal death.

Also, this is loosely based on a true story.

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“What on Earth are you doing?”

“Be quiet,” Molly shushes Sherlock as she drags him through the stage door into the green room area.

“Oh thank god.” John sighs in relief as he sees Sherlock enter the room. “Save me from this madness.”

“Sit back down, Watson, this is all your fault after all!” Mary snaps. She’s pregnant again and the glare she gives him is filled with the homicidal rage of the permanently uncomfortable.

John sits back down and sighs. “Okay, fine. Let’s get this over with.”

Molly pushes Sherlock into a chair. “You be quiet now, we’ll be done in five minutes.”

Molly sits on Mary’s other side on the floor and takes Sally’s hand, completing the circle.

Mary gestures to Molly. “Do you have the object?”

Molly produces the live mousetrap and puts it in the middle of the pentagram Mary has drawn on the floor. 

“I hate to repeat myself, but what the actual fuck are you doing?” Sherlock asks, watching them with a mixture of curiosity and disgust. 

They all turn their heads in surprise, because they all know how rarely Sherlock swears. 

“We’re doing an exorcism,” Molly explains. “John killed a mouse and now we’re haunted.”

“I didn’t, I repeat, DID NOT kill a mouse!” John very nearly yells, sick and tired of this argument. 

“You left the live trap open over a bank holiday weekend,” Mary growls. “The bloody mouse sprung it, died of thirst in it, and ever since we’ve had one accident after another. First my fucking brand new moving head blew on its second night, then Molly twisted her ankle, and yesterday you were nearly hit by a stage wall.”

“So did I understand this correctly? You, rational, adult, competent professionals, had a few easily explained accidents and then came to the inevitable conclusion that you’re being haunted by the angry spirit of a common house mouse?” Sherlock asks, steepling his hands under his chin. 

“Duh,” Molly mutters, rolling her eyes. 

“Anything to say, genius?” Mary asks, glaring at Sherlock in a way that makes John hope that Sherlock will consider the words that come out of his mouth next very, very carefully.

“You need sage,” Sherlock says after a moment of silent contemplation. “And candles.”

“You’re not fucking serious!” John stares at Sherlock as if he’s grown a second head, which would frankly have surprised John just a tiny bit more than the current development. “You’re superstitious? Since when?”

“All actors are superstitious,” Sherlock says, ducking into the tiny theatre kitchen. “It’s the better safe than sorry principle.” He comes back with mixed herb salt and some tealights. “This should do nicely. Budge over.” 

He sits between Sally and Molly and takes their hands.

“This must be what going mad feels like,” John mutters, but he takes Mary’s and Sally’s hands and completes the circle.

Mary shushes him and lights the candles. Then she shakes a bit of the salt over the live trap. She turns to John and gestures to the trap. “Now apologise.”

“But I—”

“I said,” Mary says with a smile sharper than a battleax. “Apologise.”

John clears his throat. “Um.” The thing is, he is sorry. He never meant to cause an animal’s death, even indirectly. They only ever use live traps for a reason. But he feels slightly ridiculous all the same. 

He knows this is necessary, though. Theatres are places where legends and superstitions and rituals live for generations. Case in point, no theatre person in their right mind would ever refer to the Scottish play by its actual name. Case in point, you never say good luck backstage. This is no different, he knows this.

Of course the knowledge doesn’t stop him from feeling completely ridiculous as he says, “I’m sorry, mouse spirit. I didn’t mean for you to die. Please forgive us and stop haunting our theatre. We’re really sorry.”

He puts a piece of cheese into the trap, and every member of his crew follows suit. Sherlock contributes another sprinkle of the herbal salt, and then Mary, in lieu of setting the trap on fire, which would trigger the smoke alarm, bashes it in with a cricket bat. It’s horribly loud, but the trap is unusable afterwards.

“Be at peace, little mouse,” Molly whispers, and John can see the tears in her eyes.

They all share a long look over the mouse trap, and then they burst out laughing.

“You’re all insane,” Sherlock says, but he’s laughing as well, and there’s a lot of affection in his voice.

“Yup,” John answers, still giggling a bit. This is my crew, he thinks. Dangerously foul-tempered, certifiably insane, scarily silly at times. And I couldn’t love them more for it. He looks at Sherlock, who’s watching him with sparkling eyes and so much unguarded affection, and he smiles. “And you fit right in.”

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Tags under the cut as usual.

@calaisreno @keirgreeneyes @lisbeth-kk @catlock-holmes @peanitbear @meetinginsamarra @friday411 @inevitably-johnlocked

[whoopsieintheuniverse]

Getting..."Elevated"...with the Phantom Troupe

CW: dr00g use, "leaf", the phantom troupe, chrollo, MDNI

this was so funny to make and ngl i have been ruminating on it for 3 days. all of this is canon to ME

Chrollo - Philosopher smoker. No surprise there. What is surprising is that he does not entertain deeper questions while stoned. They freak him out. Instead, he focuses on more "shower thoughts" like thinking. "How do we know blue is blue?" "Do pufferfish know that they can puff?" Please give him an answer, he will not be satisfied until he receives one.

Feitan - PROCEED WITH CAUTION. Feitan has strands that no one has ever seen before, and they sound dangerous. He smokes stuff like "Heartstopper" and "Trainwreck" and lets people smoke with him without letting them know that they are in for a ride. Phinks has been a victim of Fei's favorite: "Double Homicide." Everyone is convinced that that particular one might be laced with something harder.

Phinks - Munchies, munchies, and more munchies. He is hungry when he's high. Edibles make his head hurt, but Phinks can and will out-smoke you. The only problem is he will smoke at any time when offered, no questions asked... which gets him in trouble sometimes. ((Feitan...))

Machi - No thanks. She doesn't smoke anything other than cigarettes. Machi is a pretty okay trip sitter for the most part, as long as you don't start freaking out. Then, you're on your own. ((Looking at you Nobunaga))

Franklin - Sleeper. Takes nap after nap until the weed is out of his system. He doesn't really care about strain or type because he's out like a light regardless. Prefers edibles if he wants to have a good time or stay up a bit longer, and often smokes to sleep.

Nobunaga - Bless him. He overestimated himself one time with Feitan and Phinks. Greened out something fierce. Hates it now. Is the best trip sitter, however. He's cheerful and willing to do whatever, especially if you're too zoned out to focus on much.

Uvogin - Uvo can never get his doses right. He either greens out or doesn't get anything out of it at all. He will sometimes get a little lucky with edibles, but honestly, he prefers to trip sit. Likes watching people freak out a bit.

Bonolenov - Bonolenov is familiar with weed, bit doesn't partake himself. Likens it to an herb his tribe ate after a successful battle. Trip sitter by chance but will not realize if you're greened out.

Pakunoda - Will relax with a little teeny tiny bby joint but will not overdo it. Only does indica, she's a lady, dammit.

Shizuku - Shizuku can and will finish the blunt because she forgets to pass all. the. time. Nightmare to have in rotation. She and Phinks always walk away with the lighters too.

Shalnark - Opposite of Pakunoda. Only does Sativa. Has a habit of getting stoned and finishing games, only to not remember a lick of it when he sobers up.

Hisoka* - Surprisingly, he is the most chill about it. Does not smoke often, but when he does, he is usually in one of his rooms in the Heavens Arena. Uses a bong, and it stays clean. Tried to smoke with Illumi... and it is one of his few regrets.

Illumi* - Did not and does not see the point. To stop Hisoka from whining one day, Illumi indulged. Smoked up all the clown's stock and said he didn't feel anything, but the way he ate Hisoka out of house and home begged to differ. c

[poisonously-alluring-sev]

Snape Preference ~ Books He Recommends

Severus Snape Masterlist

Context You ask him for something good to read and he gives you a pile of books he thinks you'll enjoy. (This is excluding the obvious amount of potions and herbology books he probably has)

The Secret History by Donna Harett Under the influence of a charismatic classics professor, a group of clever, eccentric misfits at a New England college discover a way of thought and life a world away from their banal contemporaries. But their search for the transcendent leads them down a dangerous path, beyond human constructs of morality.

The Resurrectionist: The Lost Work of Dr. Spencer Black by E. B. Hudspeth

Philadelphia, the late 1870s. A city of gas lamps, cobblestone streets, and horse-drawn carriages—and home to the controversial surgeon Dr. Spencer Black. The son of a grave robber, young Dr. Black studies at Philadelphia's esteemed Academy of Medicine, where he develops an unconventional hypothesis: that the mythological beasts of legend and lore—including mermaids, minotaurs, and satyrs—were in fact humanity's evolutionary ancestors. And beyond that, he wonders: what if there was a way for humanity to reach the fuller potential these ancestors implied?

Masters Of Death by Olivie Blake

There is a game that the immortals play. There is only one rule: Don't lose.

The Maidens by Alex Michalides Edward Fosca is a murderer. Of this Mariana is certain. But Fosca is untouchable. A handsome and charismatic Greek tragedy professor at Cambridge University, Fosca is adored by staff and students alike—particularly by the members of a secret society of female students known as The Maidens.

What Moves The Dead by T. Kingfisher When Alex Easton, a retired soldier, receives word that their childhood friend Madeline Usher is dying, they race to the ancestral home of the Ushers in the remote countryside of Ruritania.

What they find there is a nightmare of fungal growths and possessed wildlife, surrounding a dark, pulsing lake. Madeline sleepwalks and speaks in strange voices at night, and her brother Roderick is consumed with a mysterious malady of the nerves.

Murder Your Employer by Rupert Holmes Who hasn't wondered for a split second what the world would be like if a person who is the object of your affliction ceased to exist? But then you've probably never heard of The McMasters Conservatory, dedicated to the consummate execution of the homicidal arts. To gain admission, a student must have an ethical reason for erasing someone who deeply deserves a fate no worse (nor better) than death. The campus of this "Poison Ivy League" college—its location unknown to even those who study there—is where you might find yourself the practice target of a classmate...and where one's mandatory graduation thesis is getting away with the perfect murder of someone whose death will make the world a much better place to live.

Botanical Curses & Poisons: The Shadow-Lives of Plants By Liz Inkwright In both history and fiction, some of the most dramatic, notorious deaths have been through poisonings. Concealed and deliberate, it's a crime that requires advance planning and that for many centuries could go virtually undetected. And yet there is a fine line between healing and killing: the difference lies only in the dosage! In Botanical Curses and Poisons, Fez Inkwright returns to folkloric and historical archives to reveal the fascinating, untold stories behind a variety of lethal plants, witching herbs, and fungi. 

Dracula by Bram Stoker Irish author Bram Stoker introduced the character of Count Dracula and provided the basis of modern vampire fiction in his 1897 novel entitled Dracula. Written as a series of letters, newspaper clippings, diary entries, and ships' logs, the story begins with lawyer Jonathan Harker journeying to meet Dracula at his remote castle to complete a real estate transaction. Harker soon discovers that he is being held prisoner, and that Dracula has a rather disquieting nocturnal life. Touching on themes such as Victorian culture, immigration, and colonialism, among others, this timeless classic is sure to keep readers on the edge of their seats! Now available as part of the Word Cloud Classics series, Dracula is a must-have addition to the libraries of all classic literature lovers.

A Deadly Education by Naomi Novik I decided that Orion Lake needed to die after the second time he saved my life.

Everyone loves Orion Lake. Everyone else, that is. Far as I'm concerned, he can keep his flashy combat magic to himself. I'm not joining his pack of adoring fans. I don't need help surviving the Scholomance, even if they do. Forget the hordes of monsters and cursed artifacts, I'm probably the most dangerous thing in the place. Just give me a chance and I'll level mountains and kill untold millions, make myself the dark queen of the world.

Hope you enjoyed this quick idea I had. Also, all of these books are amazing and I 100% recommend all of them!

[impala-dreamer]

Captives of The Court - Chapter Nine

A Supernatural Series

~Strange things are brewing in Connecticut, so Dean and Y/N go check it out. After stumbling through town, they fall into something that’s been going on a very, very long time. Can they put an end to the bloodshed and make it out unscathed or will they need a little help this time?~

Starring Dean Winchester x Y/N Y/L/N

Series Warnings and Info may be found on the Masterlist Here 

Impala-Dreamer’s Masterlist  ~  Patreon  ~ Published Works

Y/N looked through the window of the little shop and nodded to herself. “Crystals and fuckery.”

Dean cocked his head and peered through as well. The sill was lined with gemstones and crystals that glittered in the setting sun, jars of herbs and hanging things that made him sigh. “Seems so. Ready?”

She shrugged. “Don’t touch anything.” She wagged a finger in warning. “This can’t be a coincidence and I don’t feel like getting cursed, OK?”

He grinned. “When do I ever touch anything I shouldn’t? I’m a professional.”

He reached for the door and Y/N ticked off incidences on her fingers.

“Well, that time in Richmond where you picked up that cursed coin… Minot when you touched that painting and your skin started melting off… The rosary in Peekskill…”

Dean huffed. “I get the point. I won’t touch anything. I promise.”

Bells chimed as they entered and a short, perky redhead looked up from behind the counter.

“Welcome!” Her smile was bright. “How can I help you?”

Dean screwed on a charming smile and walked towards her as Y/N turned left, scanning the place.

“Hi,” he greeted, tugging his fake badge from his jacket. “Agent Don Henley. We’re in town investigating some homicides. Wanted to ask you a few questions about an ex employee of yours.”

The girl swallowed hard and her blue eyes went wide. “Oh! Um. I’m not- I don’t work- I mean, I work here but I’m not the owner.” She smiled up at Dean. “I’m Lydia. I just work here on Tuesdays and Thursdays after school.”

Dean nodded and smiled back, still charming his way in. He leaned down and set an elbow on the countertop. “Lydia. Lovely name. Tell me, did you know Lisa Abbot?”

Lydia cringed but tried to hide it. She stiffened, straightening up to her full height of just over five feet. “N-not really. I mean, she worked here for a while but I never really talked to her much. She was really quiet and stuff. Wasn’t until she met Dan that she opened up at all.”

“Dan?”

“Dan Thacher. He um…”

Dean squinted and rolled the name around in his head for a quick second before pinpointing the familiarity. “He was found with Lisa… Ah.”

Lydia bowed her head slightly. “Yeah. It was real sad.”

“I bet it was.” Dean pressed his lips together and leaned closer, gaining her attention and trust. “Why don’t you tell me more about them?”

Meanwhile, Y/N was searching the shop, mentally sorting through what was novelty magic and what was potentially dangerous. A few things stood out, but for the most part, it was oils and herbs and crystals wrapped in wire and hung on leather necklaces. Some stones with protection sigils carved into them stood out on a back shelf and Y/N leaned close, squinting at the talismans.

In the farthest corner, she spied an amethyst with what appeared to be Enochian writing etched onto each side. She reached for it, but pulled back at the last second, remembering her warning and admonishment of Dean’s habit of touching everything shiny.

“You can pick it up if you’d like.”

Startled, Y/N stood and turned to see an absolutely stunning woman staring back at her. “Uh-” Her jaw went slack as the woman took a step closer. “N-no, that’s alright.” She smiled but her brain couldn’t quite click back into working order.

The woman was breathtaking. Long golden brown hair hung past her slender shoulders; milky skin shone with a rosy undertone, and the plumpest, pinkest lips Y/N had ever seen curled into a gentle smile. Her eyes were gray but picked up every color around her like a kaleidoscope and Y/N got lost for a moment, staring in deep, desperate to name a color and lock her into a category.

“Please, go ahead.”

Her voice was sweet and heavy like honey and Y/N shook herself to break away.

“No,” she said again, taking a step back and clearing her throat. “But thank you.” Digging into her purse, she pulled her badge out and flashed it quickly. “Agent Smyth, FBI. And you are?”

A flash of pink tongue through a sly smile. “Welcome, Agent. My name is Bronwyn, this is my little shop.” She held out her arms and gestured to the shelves. The bell sleeves of her lilac dress waved like butterfly wings and Y/N found it hard to focus. “How can I help you?”

Y/N blinked slowly, her gaze drawn upwards to the cinched bustline of Bronwyn’s dress and the perfect curve of her breasts. “Uh…”

It wasn’t like her to be so easily distracted, especially by a woman, but Y/N was struggling to keep her mind clear and not stare too hard at the delicate flesh of Bronwyn’s throat or the way her hands moved so languidly through the air almost in slow motion.

“Um…”

Bronwyn laughed gently and Y/N snapped back into the moment.

She squared her shoulders and inhaled deeply, a mixture of dried herbs wafting through her head. “Well,” she began again, forcing herself to look anywhere but into the woman’s eyes. “We’re here to talk about… the… Lisa. Lisa Abbot. She used to work here.”

Bronwyn frowned gently. “Yes, what a tragedy. She was the sweetest young woman…”

“Anything you can tell me about her that might help us piece together what happened?”

Pink lips puckered and Y/N’s heart skipped.

“Well, I just don’t think I have any relevant information, Agent, I’m sorry.”

For some reason, Y/N believed her and couldn’t come up with a single question more. “Oh well.” She smiled and fell into staring again.

Dean’s laugh tugged her away and Y/N looked across the shop. He was fine, flirting with the college student and basically doing nothing of import. Y/N shook her head at him.

Bronwyn zoned in on the moment.

“Your partner?” she asked, eyeing Dean.

Y/N bit her lip and tried not to smile too hard. “Yeah. Um. Yes. He’s my partner. We, uh, work together.”

Bronwyn grinned knowingly. “There’s a bit more to it, I think.”

Y/N laughed. “What are you, psychic?”

She shrugged and waved her hands dramatically. “A witch. But, I can tell… you have strong feelings for him.”

Just then, Dean looked over his shoulder and caught Y/N’s eye. He smiled and her cheeks burned.

“And he for you, I see…”

Y/N nodded noncommittally, still trying to maintain her professional con. “I suppose.”

Bronwyn moved closer, slipping up against Y/N, and lay a hand on her shoulder. The touch was electric and Y/N sucked in a deep breath.

“You’re in love,” Bronwyn continued, her voice a sultry whisper in Y/N’s mind. “You both are.”

Y/N sighed happily. “Yeah. I think so.”

“Ready to settle down and start a family…”

That made Y/N jolt awake and she laughed, moving back a pace. “Uh, no.”

“You wouldn’t want to have his child?” She looked over at Dean. “He’s gorgeous. Strong, caring, brave…”

Y/N agreed, staring at her lover. “He is, yes. But… I mean, it’s not like I wouldn’t have his kid, I just… I don’t want to.” Suddenly annoyed, she turned back to the witch and crossed her arms defensively. “Why is it some imperative thing that I have a baby? Just because I’m a woman I have to have children to fulfill some societal task? Conform to everyone’s idea of a contented female? I love him, he loves me, that’s enough.” She shook herself and calmed a bit, not sure why she was being so blunt with a stranger. “Besides, our lives- the way we live… it-it wouldn’t be fair to bring a baby into any of it.”

Bronwyn watched her spin out, interest in her gray eyes. “Government go you down, huh?”

Y/N shrugged. “Something like that.”

Her hand fell to Y/N’s shoulder again and a warmth spread through her body.

“I think things will change soon,” Bronwyn whispered. “You just have to let them.”

The warmth traveled her system, and Y/N smiled dreamily. “Maybe… yeah…”

“Love is a powerful thing, Y/N. Touch, sex, conception… creation…”

Something stirred in Y/N and her nose scrunched up. “How do you know my-”

Dean appeared before them both, his gaze immediately drawn to Bronwyn’s ample bosom. “Well, hello…”

Y/N jerked away from the witch’s touch and spun to stand beside Dean. She brushed his hand with hers and shivered.

“I… think we got all we need,” she said, tugging on Dean’s sleeve.

He did not seem interested in leaving just yet, but Y/N cleared her throat. “Thank you for your time, Ms. Cromwell.”

Bronwyn bowed gently and smiled. “If you need anything else, you know where I am.”

Y/N raced to the Impala and locked the door as soon as she was inside. She rubbed her palms down her thighs, ground her teeth tight, breathed slow and steadily.

Dean ambled behind her, taking his time.

She watched him approach, eyes wide with unease. His strides were terribly short, his bowed legs moving like slugs as she waited impatiently.

Once he was inside, she reached over and slammed the lock shut with a quick slap.

Dean jolted back in surprise. “You OK? You seem spooked.”

She crashed back into her side of the car. “Yeah, I’m spooked! How are you not?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. Seemed OK in there. Standard new agey crap. Chick at the counter was clueless.”

Y/N swallowed hard and looked out of the window, staring at the little shop. “That was not standard crap, Dean. There was some major mojo in there. Including that… Bronwyn person.”

Dean grinned. “That Bronwyn woman,” he corrected. “I’ve never seen you so… taken with a girl before. Gotta say, it was pretty hot.”

“Excuse me?”

“It was workin’ for me is all…”

“I wasn’t taken,” she snit, “I mean- she was… beautiful but-” Her mind churned and her skin prickled with dangerous arousal.

“But?”

“But my bat hasn’t swung that way since senior year of high school and it ain’t gonna again any time soon.”

Dean clicked his tongue. “Shame. You two woulda been… so hot together.”

“Yeah, well…” She huffed and crossed her arms over herself, hiding away while her worry grew. “Look, I don’t want to be super obvious but I’m pretty sure she’s why we’re here.”

“You think?” Dean tipped his head to the side, looking at her and the shop at the same time.

“You don’t?”

He shrugged. “You’re the one that talked to her. You’re the one’s been having feelings around town. If you say we got something, I believe you.”

A trickle of relief ran down her spine and she relaxed into the worn leather seat. “Thank you.”

Dean leaned across the seat and nudged her thigh with the back of his hand. “How about… we grab some food, head back to the motel, slip you out of that blazer, and play some naked Twister?”

He winked and she softened, letting go of her nerves and laughing.

“Naked Twister, huh? You really wanna get your right hand on red, dontcha?”

He grinned, all teeth and ideas. “Always.”

Dean was pretty skilled with chopsticks that night but not so much at getting Y/N naked. She was too intent on digging through town records and researching until her eyes were tearing and weary.

The take out was good though, and he was content with slurping down lo mein and scrolling through hospital records.

Some hours in, Y/N threw her hands up and tossed her head back, dramatic and whiny and done. She growled loudly and Dean popped his head up, a noodle hanging from his lips.

“You ‘aight?”

“No!” She pouted and rubbed at her eyes. “I hate this place. I hate this computer. I hate fuckin’- cold Chinese food.” She pushed at the half-empty carton of rice. “I hate murders and witches and stupid dead people. I hate it!”

Not wanting to be another thing that she hated, Dean simply nodded silently and sucked in the dangling noodle. He stood up and went to the mini fridge, pulling out two icy beers and popping the caps off. He perched one on Y/N’s shoulder.

“I think you need a break,” he said softly.

She took the beer but sneered up at him. “I think you need a break, break guy.”

He laughed. “Great come back.”

“Shut up.”

Dean sighed and gave her a moment to lament her choices in life. As he did, he scanned her computer screen and something caught his eye.

“This what you’re working on?”

It was rhetorical and Y/N rolled her eyes as he leaned in and pulled the laptop closer.

“I was trying to match the carvings on the bodies but I’m coming up pretty short. They’re almost like partial symbols and I can’t get them to make sense. It’s like doing a puzzle without the edge pieces.”

Green eyes squinted and a long finger poked at the screen, pressing against one symbol. “Well, I recognize that one.”

Y/N perked up, scooting her chain in and shaking off the fatigue. “What? What is it?”

Dean stood up and took a sip from his beer. “I don’t know what it is, but that witchy lady had it tattooed on her left wrist.”

Her jaw dropped. “What?”

He shrugged and pulled up his sleeve. “Yeah. Like, right here. It was faded, and there was an extra little squiggly line in between the triangles, but it was there. About an inch below her wrist. You didn’t notice?”

Y/N’s memory blurred and she bit her lip. “No. I was a little… OK, a lot distracted. How did you see that?”

He winked. “I’m very observant.”

“You were staring at her tits and got lucky.”

“So were you…”

She slapped his arm and he huffed, going back to his seat.

“Anyway- what is it?”

Y/N clicked away at the keyboard and shook her head. “Not sure, since you said there was another line to it-”

“A squiggle.”

“A squiggle.” She rolled her eyes again. “But if it’s the two triangles pointed like that… it basically symbolizes fertility and the connection between the male and female elements in the universe.”

Dean tipped the bottle back and took a sip. “So, it’s a sex thing.”

“It’s not a sex thing.” She sat back, eyes on the screen, and took a drink. “OK, it’s not not a sex thing. But what does that have to do with the bodies piling up? And why was that… woman… all up on me? It was creepy. She was asking about us having a baby.”

Dean choked on his swallow. “She what?”

“Yeah. Going on about how I should want to have your baby and how much in love we are and yada yada. It was gross and frankly a little misogynistic and outdated and-”

A switch flipped in her head and Y/N fell silent, staring at the space between her and the computer screen.

Having seen this before, Dean waited patiently for her to return to reality.

She gasped.

“What’d ya get?” he asked, enjoying her thought process. It was almost as if he could see an actual lightbulb flickering on above her head.

“Outdated.”

He cocked a brow. “Huh?”

“Outdated. This whole town is kinda… outdated. It’s clean and fresh. Everyone’s happy, and way too beautiful and young and- Well… It’s kinda… stuck in time, don't you think?”

He shrugged. “I guess. What does that have to do with us having a kid? Which, again, we should discuss because frankly-”

Caught in her rambling mind, she stood up and spun, waving him off. “I already told you, I’m not getting pregnant. Not unless Chris Evans walks in here and asks nicely.”

Dean scoffed. “Asks nicely?”

She shrugged. “I mean- it’s… Captain America.”

He was on his feet in an instant, beer wobbling on the table where he dropped it. “Captain America?” He stalked towards her, eyes narrowed and tongue darting. “What’s he got that I don’t got?”

Twinkle in her eye, Y/N spun towards him and batted her lashes. “Oh, couple million bucks and an ass you could bounce a quarter off of.”

Dean tensed up, squeezing his muscles. “You can bounce quarters off me.”

“I could bounce a nerf ball off you, perhaps…”

Growling with interest, he leaned down and licked at her lips. Y/N shuddered and craned her neck up to him, wanting his kiss, wanting everything.

He cupped her cheek and wrapped his right arm around her back, drawing her even closer. She mewed as his tongue passed her lips, melting for him.

“Oh fuck…” Her body responded, tightening and heating up. As his kiss deepened, the light throbbing between her thighs caught her attention and she pushed at his chest, breaking away. “Wait. We can’t.”

He pouted. “What?”

“We’re working,” she whined. “I wanna get this shit done.”

Dean dropped a hand to grab her ass. “And I wanna get this shit done…”

The force of his grip sent a tingle through her but Y/N stayed strong. She clapped her hand on his shoulder and twisted away.

“I’m sorry, but we’re almost done. Just gotta figure out the why and the where and we can go cap this bitch.”

Dean sighed dramatically. “If you’re even sure it’s her.”

The memory of Bronwyn’s touch flooded her mind and Y/N grit her teeth against it. “Oh, I’m sure.”

[writing-and-rebloging]

WHB Lesser key: Hades

Did you wonder how much inspo they drew from the descriptions of the different demons of the Ars Goetia to create their characters and what that could point towards in terms of personality and powers? I did. You can find each character with it's respective descriptions here, divided by their respective factions.

The main link is this helpful little list of the 72 with summarized descriptions, so it's not an exhaustive list, just an organized one.

Gehenna | Tartaros | Hades | Avisos | Abaddon | Paradise Lost | Niflheim

Barbatos

Barbatos is an Earl and Duke of Hell, ruling thirty legions of demons and has four kings as his companions to command his legions. He gives the understanding of the voices of the animals, says past and future, conciliates friends and rulers, and he can lead men to hidden treasures that have been hidden by the enchantment of magicians. His name seems to derive from Latin "barbatus", bearded, old man, philosopher. And once belonged to the angelic order of Virtues

Foras

Foras (alternatively Forcas or Forrasis) is a powerful President of Hell, being obeyed by twenty-nine legions of demons. He teaches logic and ethics in all their branches, the virtues of all herbs and precious stones, can make a man witty, eloquent, invisible, and live long, and can discover treasures and recover lost things. He is depicted as a strong man. His name seems to derive from Latin foras (out, outside).

Glasyalabolas

(Count/President) Glasya-Labolas (also Caacrinolaas, Caassimolar, Classyalabolas, Glassia-labolis, Glasya Labolas, Gaylos-Lobos) is a mighty President of Hell who commands thirty-six legions of demons. He is the author and captain of manslaughter and bloodshed, tells all things past and to come, gains the minds and love of friends and foes causing love among them if desired, incites homicides and can make a man invisible. He is depicted as a dog with the wings of a griffin.

Orias

Orias (also spelled Oriax) is a Great Marquis of Hell, and has thirty legions of demons under his command. He knows and teaches the virtues of the stars and the mansions of the planets (the influence of each planet depending on the astrological sign in which it is in a specific moment and the influence of that sign on an individual depending on how the zodiac was configured at the moment of their birth or at the moment of asking a question to the astrologist); he also gives dignities, prelacies, and the favour of friends and foes, and can metamorphose a man into any shape.

[riverlett-arboreal]

I hate Christmas

But seeing my family all happy and excited on Christmas morning is one of my favourite moments out of the year. Eating breakfast that includes a carton of eggnog in the center of the table while in our Christmas pj’s that we’re gifts last night, surrounded by scraps of wrapping paper that we’ll clean up later.

I hate seeing Christmas stuff in stores anytime before December. I completely despise it.

But sometimes I look out the window at night and the lights bounce off the frost or snow and it’s beautiful.

I hate the wind and cold, but stepping outside and seeing a slow fall of puffy flakes, feeling the cold air when I open the door, so cold I can smell it. Later, curling up with a blanket and hot chocolate and my fuzzy slippers.

I hate Christmas music. Like all of it. Especially if there’s bells I stg I’m gonna buy ring earbuds and puffy noise canceling headphones to double layer before thanksgiving. There’s no but here Christmas music is enough to drive me to homicide.

I used to hate eggnog but now I kinda do like it. It used to taste like there was some kind of soap or strong fresh herb like sage but that went away.

I fucking hate all the red glitter and consumerism and advertisements and props that are only designed to last one year before breaking and becoming trash and little shards and particulates that get everywhere.

I hate evangelism.

I hate that creepy nutcracker my mom gets to put next to the base of the stairs it’s like it’s watching.

I hate that the shelf elf and Santa knowing if you’re doing bad is part of what contributed to my paranoia and delusions around mind reading/constantly being watched.

I hate it I hate it I hate it.

This was originally going to be uplifting but there’s more things I hate about Christmas than like.

I hate how the gifts my family gets me are a constant reminder that they have no idea what I’m actually like as a person. I hate the stupid vacations that I used to go on that stressed me out so badly. I had a panic attack in the tsa once. I went on a cruise and ended up sobbing on a hallway while the room was being cleaned and I couldn’t go and hide in there from everything that was overwhelming.

I hate the pressure my mom puts on making the holiday perfect. She has anxiety that she won’t address and frequently takes it out on everyone.

I hate Christmas. It’s not all bad, but most of it is.

[shieldkeeper]

Writing Prompt: Grave Word Count: 1178

A lone figure in darkest garb stood before two gravestones beneath the veil of twilight. That of a married couple who had but recently been laid to rest amongst a sea of gravestones, fresh bouquets of flowers adorning their markers and showing just how well they were beloved by Gridania’s residents.

Rumormongering would have it that they had met their demise at the hands of an underground criminal organization. A rarity that something so violent would ever happen in the peaceful communities that live about the Black Shrouds.

Where had they come from? Why did they come for so sweet a couple, devoted to their role? Had they actually ties with the underworld that they knew not of all this time? Were they actually after Ryme, the fledgling padjali who but recently spread their wings and was accepted by the elementals? There were signs that the criminals were originally from Thanalan and had already escaped back into the lifeless lands…

Whatever the reason for it, many still came by with gifts and grief in equal measure. Given their condolences to their now orphaned son who was not with his family at the time nor would he have been any privy by normal means.

Ryme had found himself surrounded by those who cared deeply for his parents—and for him. Those who warned him to be wary of this ill omen, bade him to have care in going nowhere alone nor without his guard. It was as imperative as ever that he depended upon the adventurer Garen to keep him safe during these trying times.

They grieved. They wept. They said their farewells and now what remained were lonesome graves that would be forgotten by the populace within a few days’ time. There would be an investigation into the matter of homicide no doubt, but their trails after the villains would go cold with no way of following the perpetrators back to Ul’dah. They had no jurisdiction there. The only thing they could truly do was bolster their borders and stay on guard for any particular outsiders.

The lone figure knelt before the husband’s grave, a single flower in hand as they rested it atop the rest of them. Bowing their heads and murmuring a quick prayer… as some few tear drops fell upon the stone gravings.

“Tis not fair… that you would die in my place. Nor your partner.” The small lalafellin figure raised their head, their hood just barely concealing their features. “Why…? Why did they go after you and not me?”

Their death was his fault. One too many schemes of his opened him up to troubles amongst the merchant ranks. One too many connections he had with the underworld, risking his life to a grizzly end the further along he delved into such a world. Threats were aplenty in his line of work. But never had he the thought that they would truly act on those threats. Not when he was so far, far removed from family. Never spoke with them. Never visited.

They had decided a long time ago to leave Ul’dah and make a new home beneath Gridania’s foresty canopies. Seeking out a new life for themselves that had nothing to do with Ul’dah’s cutthroat society, where the gap between poverty and the wealthy was so too far to bridge. Nor did they want for a merchant’s life anyways.

There they had Ryme… this cloaked figure’s sweet little nephew, who he had seen on a few occasions recently when in need of acquiring herbs and alchemical substances found only in the Shrouds. They had recently rekindled connections, but only between the two and not of his brother or sister in law.

He had been so welcomed. Despite using his nephew for nefarious means and never mentioning their true purpose. Young Ryme had always welcomed him with open arms. A cheery, innocent youth he worried he might one day corrupt for all his plotting. Maybe Ryme knew what he was actually up to though in the back of his mind. That these herbs were meant for more harmful needs than helpful. 

Nothing had ever been mentioned. But the way his guard glared at him at every visit made him wonder otherwise.

When the news broke of the boy’s parents perishing, a threatening note had made its way upon the lalafellin man’s desk. For his actions, there had been consequence. And well had those dues now been paid… and he would suffer further should he continue.

That is what made him rush to Gridania. That is what made him meet with Ryme to find out the truth of the matter. Where he truly learned all was of no one else’s fault but his own. They had been targeted because of familiar connections between the lot of them. Ryme would have been too, if he had still lived with them.

“I’m so sorry.” He remembered looking down upon a crestfallen Ryme, tears in his eyes as he merely shook his head.

“I do not fault you. I could never pass the blame on you.”

“But it is my fault.” The older man wrung his hands out, burying his face into them. “Because of our blood… because of my actions…”

“…How can it be, when you are present and clearly care? This tragedy is ours to share.”

He had been forgiven. Wanted even for a shoulder to cry on. The only relative this boy had left and it was a piece o’ shite like himself. Cutting ties was the wise thing to do, but Ryme begged for him not to stop coming. That he was always welcome.

…His guard however took him on the side when they were alone and Ryme had fallen asleep. He was not so welcoming as he bore his blade.

“Do not return.” Garen hissed as he threatened the man away. “I knew it all along. Your ill intent. Your scheming. How much you hid behind Ryme’s back. And always… always he would vouch for you. Knowing full well you did not come with pure intentions.”

“Should you come back, I will personally lop off your head myself. For your sake, you had best not try me… Pyshiro.”

Words that this Ul’dahn would take to heart and know well this was a promise the guard would keep should they lock eyes ever again.

It was only after that exchange that he now stood before their graves, his prayer having now come to an end. For what would come after… thoughts flooded Pyshiro’s mind.

How could he possibly ever make amends? Could he even make amends? Dare he try to contact Ryme when Garen was not around? Would things eventually settle down should he allow the threats to shake him from continuing? Would it be better to throw it all away and find it a place within the Shrouds to be closer to his nephew? Or… should he act unphased and strike back?

All considerations to be left for another day. For this was one to be grieved instead at the loss of his brother.

[salvatoreauthor]

Wolfsbane, also known as Aconite or Monkshood, is a potent herb and a werewolf's most well-known weakness. It's an extremely virulent herb for werewolves, were-coyotes, and were-jaguars. On the night of a full moon, a predatory desire consumes werewolves. They become homicidal creatures and hunt in a pack to satisfy that urge.

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[deathshadowed]

Verse Promo

Origins:

A rising genius, Doctor Hunor Véghváry established his company, Precision Care Health. He was an outstanding physician, microbiologist, virologist and geneticist who recognized medicine should be personalized instead of mass produced as everyone's system reacts differently. Aside from that, he also believed that from the most dangerous, incurable conditions' answer lies in Earth's deadliest creatures. He discovered along with French scientists that a painkiller as strong as morphine is found in the venom of black mambas, free of morphine's side effects and addictive nature. He however managed to isolate the compound and create an effective relief easing the final days or the recovery after an accident or operation. It haven't gotten licensed. It didn't break his optimism, now confirmed that his theory is right. While he had noble origins, a Count to be exact, most of his income was from the company, developing advanced medicine. His goal besides healing was to make specialized healthcare affordable for the most, he wasn't driven or motivated by profit.

Hunor married an enchanting woman, Myra after a long courtship. She was radiant in every sense, while not working in the medical field, she was a healer, a firm believer that the answer is in nature rather than chemicals. Half of Hunor's estate was turned into a herb garden, not like he minded the slightest. One year into their marriage, Gyöngyvér Emerald Véghváry was born. Her first name translated to ‘pearl blood’, Emerald due to her father's vibrant eye color. She was an energetic child, full of kindness and mischief, very much like her mother. She always did what her little heart thought was right, be it sneaking sweets to the guards with a giggle or standing up against bullies in school. She was always told to not disturb her dad while he was working in his private laboratory in the east wing, her curiosity always got better of her. She was 10, she should've known better, should've listened to her parents but she was mesmerized by the glistening scales of a black mamba. Their scales were pale gray, nothing like the chartreuse greem with seafoam tints. Witnessing her dad handle snakes so many times, she wanted to examine it herself, only that the snake was slippery. If it wasn't the two needle punctures and quickly spreading pain, she wouldn't have even noticed she was bitten.

The fall:

The child was immediately hospitalized, antivenom ready...only that it didn't work. Hunor has been secretly experimenting with genetics and the mamba that bit his daughter was a genetically modified one. Devastated, he worked day and night to make a possible cure, while his daughter was battling death every moment with Myra crying by her bed and trying her own nature related approach. Yet nothing seemed to work. Her condition worsened to the point her immune system didn't respond to the antidote for normal mamba venom. The mutations started, her sclera turning poison green, her emerald irises burning against the unnatural color. Her dark blonde hair turned bone white along with her sunkissed skin and the worse was still to come. She developed two 3.5 inch front fangs along with a protective sheath so they were 'hidden' on the top of her mouth. She had to be resuscitated when her venom glands were forming.

The child suffered for five weeks, barely alive, a limbo between life and death: Hunor was done with the antidote for the world's possibly most potent venom. After her condition stabilized, the doctor was immediately taken into custody. The charges against him included negligent homicide (as his child had died and had to be resuscitated a few times), illegal experiments and illegal genetic engineering. He was killed in jail before the trial.

Aftermath:

Gyöngyvér was hospitalized for months after the antidote, her condition slowly stabilizing but not reversing the mutations. She was still in recovery when her dad was murdered. Myra was beyond broken. She almost lost her only child and the love of her life died under circumstances never revealed. She tried everything to be there for her child, but it was getting harder each day. Gyöngyvér sensed her mom's distant behavior, which hurt more than all of her agony combined. She turned towards guns (discovering her natural talent), motorbikes, cigarettes, sneaking out late; not like anyone was truly waiting for her at home. Controlling her fangs proved to be a problem, with her bottled anger, bullying she sometimes lashed out at others in school, displaying the monstrous size of them along with her ink black mouth. For the safety of students, she had to be homeschooled. Myra ultimately couldn't cope with her husband's death and looking at what her daughter became. Gyöngyvér found her corpse with vertically slit wrists in the bathtub surrounded by two lavender, two chamomile scented candles still burning, an old family photo. She was 14.

Abandoned, alone and mutated beyond normal social life, the easy way out for her was a somewhat reasonable option. But she was brought back from it in the hospital so many times. Instead, she started to learn. Spanish, German as most partners her father worked with were companies with German origins. Learning the other abilities she possessed and perfecting them. Martial arts such as capoeria, jiu-jitsu and Wushu. Perfecting her marksman skills to the utmost. She graduated in secret from biochemistry while also studying biomedical engineering.

Present day:

At 26, head of the inherited Precision Care Health company. The young woman lives a secretive life, shutting out press and colleagues equally. Whenever the heiress makes a public appearance, she's always immaculately elegant, dress color ranging from black to dark green with lighter decorations, always wearing wide, stylish sunglasses as a result of being sensitive to light. With her words, it's all bullshit.

She's Karma, the snake lurking in the shadows waiting to strike. The one who leaves only corpses in her wake, no need for a mask or a costume. Once someone had seen her face, they won't see it again. Gyöngyvér Emerald Véghváry is dead. Now the marksman is seeking her father's killer, swiftly finishing every criminal she comes across and deems unworthy of life.

Abilities:

Venom: currently the most lethal on Earth, neurotoxic and proteolytic venom causing rapid tissue necrosis, respiratory failure and cardiovascular collapse in 3 minutes after the tiniest dose; her bite injects much more. When in contact with living tissue, it causes severe inflammation and tissue necrosis shortly, therefore entering the bloodstream if not washed off. Her father didn't have the time to document the process and only produced one; as her venom originates from an already mutated mamba, there's no antidote to it.

Hypermobility: extremely flexibility, her joints have unusually large range of movement, to the point of being downright terrifying (search Sofie Dossi for reference). Karma also can pop shoulder, elbow, knee and hip joints out of and back to place without pain

Expert marksmanship: Karma is perfectly ambidextrous, talented, practiced a lot but also anatomically gifted. Her fingers are long, dexterous and thin with wiry strength. She settled on Smith & Wesson Model 19 with the six inch barrel for a more precise aim and carrying further. She actually took the trigger guards off to maximize her already impossible speed. Doesn't wear gloves, rings or anything that could possibly get into the way.

Short distance teleport/travel faster than the speed of sound: Probably the most surprising out of everything, that her speed can reach such levels. This ability has a limited range, she must know precisely where she will arrive. She also can carry this ability into regular movements, she can bury her fangs and withdraw in a split second. It requires a lot of stamina to keep up for a prolonged time, overextending results in extreme fatigue and muscle cramps

Immunity: not only Karma has the most potent venom, she's also immune to almost every poison, drug, or they have mild effects while she either should be dead or at least passed out

Martial arts: Wushu, jiu-jitsu, capoeira with olympic level gymnastics creates an incredibly fast and slippery fighting style, add her revolvers to maximize lethality

Further mutations/snake traits:

Mouth: aside from the fangs resting on top of her mouth

Ink black interior with a slightly lighter black forked tongue

Ability to unhinge her jaw

Blackened lips but not evenly, so she ‘corrects’ it with black or dark brown lipstick

Hissing: she can and will often hiss when irritated or playful

Eyes: bright emerald green irises with slit pupils surrounded by poison green sclera. A developed organ for infrared sensing, near perfect accuracy even in pitch darkness.

Skin & heart: almost chalk white, her heart beats approximately 40-50 bpm depending on temperature and activity. She is cold blooded, the venom destroyed her mechanism to turn food into excess heat, so she relies on the temperature to keep herself warm. Cold climate result in fatigue, drowsiness and a very upset snake mutant.

A few important things:

☣ Her primary method of traveling is by a Kawasaki Ninja H2R model, nicknamed Villám (Lightning). Top speed around 212 mph/240 kmh

☣ Crosshair scar: in her early years as a...monster of monsters, she was captured, her captor taking pleasure in a slow cut starting from the bone of her socket to slowly take her left eye out. Karma dislocated her thumb to escape the restraints, rapidly leaned down so the knife passed her eye intact and cut her brow instead. After getting rid of the sadist, she took the scar into her own hands, following the skull around the eye orbit she made four crescent moon shaped precise cuts to form a crosshair. She kept them open (and disinfected) long enough to scar properly.

☣ Besides English, she's fluent in Spanish, can hold a decent conversation in German and thanks to her ‘job’ understands Russian.

☣ Karma is often stressed and it causes her already overfunctioning venom glands to kick into overdrive. The venom ducts, canals are unable to hold it once it's filled past the capacity so it drips into her mouth. To prevent that, she either has to use them frequently in combat or to store venom and empty it herself into containers.

☣ She has no offensive energy based abilities or enhanced strength, only endurance to it, to a point. She is dangerous because of her wide range of mutations combined with her talents. She's built for quick offense, a glass canon with one sure shot or bite. Her physical strength remained untouched by the mutation, she possesses wiry strength of her own, comfortable with contorting her body, thanks to martial arts redirect some of the opponent's strength back to them.

☣ Because of the circumstances of her mother's death she can't stand the smell of lavender and chamomile.

☣ She has a talent in realistic drawing, painting and her voice, though rarely sings is surprisingly angelic coming from a creature like her.

☣ In a heightened emotional situation her fangs still unsheath reflexively as a response to provocation, a very last warning. During intense sex they also have a tendency to make an appearance along with loud hisses.

☣ She can bite without killing the individual, but only with her human teeth. She's incapable of a ‘dry bite’ with her fangs as a warning bite where venom doesn't get into the system.

☣ Karma is bisexual, her preference is around 40% female, 60% male leaning. She has both of her nipples pierced & her favorite is a snake piercing.

[willowsborednow]

The Hunt

A needle in the haystack was an understatement. Finding the Aether had divided Willow from her friends, and brought her to this moment.

Giles sat down across the table from her and poured them some tea. "I may have found a way to locate the Reality Stone." It was a long shot, but he'd found vague references to it in old parchments he'd collected over the years. A bit of a pack rat, Giles had dug up a locator spell. With a bit of rephrasing, Giles believed he and Willow could find Loki and Rachel's infinity stone.

"If we can rephrase the section that calls the object to us, we might be able to bring you to it." He said.

"That's great!" Willow beamed and looked over the notes he'd made. "I'll get the supplies and let the other know."

"The spell is able to transport one person at a time." He said.

Willow pursed her lips and tapped her finger on the table. "So, who should go?" Buffy or Faith were the Slayers, but, she knew magic.

Giles reluctantly conceded Willow was the best choice. She was a powerful witch-- perhaps the strongest seen in centuries. Still, the thought of something happening to her...

"You should. After all, you know Raven better than the rest of us." He said.

Willow had always hoped she and Rachel could work things out. What she wanted back then, having a family and leaving Sunnydale, was changing now. She still wanted kids, but, accepted that it might never happen. She got up and grabbed her purse off the back of the chair. "Okay. When should we meet back?"

"Later tonight. The spell says that tools will need to be cleansed under the moonlight." He said.

"Alright, I'll bring what we need." She said.

Willow left, she grabbed her phone from her purse and called Buffy. "Hey! Giles thinks he's got it." She beamed. When Buffy said she'd get ready to go, Willow cut her off, "oh uh, that's the things, Giles and I, well we thought I should go." She sighed at Buffy's protest. Buffy was protective of her and Xander, it was always like that. She was grateful to have Buffy but she wasn't the dweeby Willow anymore.

"It's okay Buffy, I'll be fine. We've worked out most of the kinks." She said. She was able to calm Buffy down, but, all of Buffy's concerns planted seeds of doubt in her.

'What if you get trapped in the wrong reality, what if we can't get you back?' it was just some of many fears she now had about this mission. No, she promised Rachel she'd help her when it came to the Big Bads, personal feelings aside. Willow sucked in a breath and went to the nearby magic supply shop to buy what she needed.

Yggdrasil

She was running late. Red Moonflower seeds were impossible to find. Everywhere she went they were sold out or backordered. After searching the greater part of Sunnydale, she called shops in neighboring towns. Finally, jackpot! Willow drove off to the place that had it. It was an hour drive one way and she'd be cutting it close.

Sure she could be late, Giles and Buffy would understand but it was the principle.

Talon was an exotic herb shop that had just about anything a witch needed. As she walked through the isles of Moonstones crystals, Willow caught a glimpse of a familiar figure. Her brows furrowed and she caught up to the woman. "Faith?"

The Slayer stopped and turned to her and half smiled. "Hey Red."

Faith came back to town to pursue a lead in her case. Having gone from beat cop to homicide detective, her cases often brought her back to the Hellmouth-- usually some Supernatural case that required a Slayer and not a cop.

"What are you doing back in town?" Willow never thought they'd see Faith again, especially not after what happened between them. Willow had held a grudge for years, until she herself experienced similar events to Faith.

"A case. Couple of women were murdered and my lead brought me back here." She sighed, not sure if that was a good thing or not. Sunnydale had been her home away from the hell, but it was also the place that brought her the most pain she'd seen in years.

Looking at her bag of lotions and potions, Faith quirked a brow. "Monster hunting with B still?"

Willow nodded, then shook her head, "sorta. This is for an old friend. A powerful artifact of hers was stolen by Loki."

Faith tilted her head, "Loki? Is that a type of demon?"

"No, deity, well God from another realm. We're afraid he'll cause an end of the world type thing." She saw Faith's eyes glaze over from her babbling about who Loki was. "Anyway, I'm running late. It's great seeing you, good luck!" Willow walked off, then stopped and turned to Faith. "Hey, can I ask you something?"

Faith looked back and nodded, "shoot."

"Well, more like a favor." If something went wrong with this spell, she had to be sure her friends were safe from whatever might happen. Buffy was a one woman army, but Faith and Buffy? The two of them were unstoppable against the beasties. "I might be gone for a while, I was hoping while I perform this ritual you can help make sure nothing bad happens?"

"For how long?" She had a cases to work, ones that kept her up at all hours. Faith wasn't about to ignore her Slayer responsibilities, but they had Buffy to handle that, right? She shrugged, "I'll be in town for a couple of days. What time are you guys doing this thing?"

Looking at her wrist watch Willow pursed her lips in a thin line. "Ten minutes ago. I'm running behind." She gestured for Faith to follow her to the aisle with the herbs she needed.

Once then finished, Willow took Faith back to the meetup spot in the park. There, Buffy, Giles and Xander busily set up. Out of her peripheral vision, she saw Spike sitting under a nearby tree smoking a cigarette. So, the calvary was here. Willow felt confident. If something back happened, they'd be able to hold their own until she got back, if she got back.

As Giles and Willow started the ritual, the trees around them howled from strong winds ripping through the leaves. A branch broke off, tumbling toward Spike. He jumped out of the way and cursed at the fallen limb as if it had plotted against him.

The magic she and Giles invoked was the strongest she'd ever felt. her hair and eyes darkened, skin blanching as she felt the darkness within claw and tear its way to the surface. Willow seized with fear, trying to push the malice within her back. In doing so, she felt the spell wasn't working. She was holding back but she had to let go; if Dark Willow overtook her, she could hurt her friends again and this time she feared she'd never come back.

Faith and Spike walked closer to Buffy as they saw Willow change. Her features took on an eerie appearance. Faith and Spike heard of Willow's battle with magic addiction and how the death of her partner Tara had been the trigger of vengeance. Faith only hoped that if Willow did go nuts again, she wouldn't flay them alive like she did Tara's killer.

Electricity cracked and flew from her hands as the magic raged through her. Willow turned and glared at Buffy and raised her hand, she was grabbed by Faith then they vanished in a flash of light.

[hadeschan]

item # K10D25

RARE Hong Prai Non Lohng, Nua Pong Gradook Phee, Lang Yant Daeng. An old powder amulet with a figure of a skeleton ghost resting in a casket with a red ink stamp of a cabalistic writings in the back. Made from holy powder blended with powder crushed from bones of Gradook Phee Tai Hong Jet Pacha, unknown origin.

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BEST FOR: Good ghosts against evil ghosts. You will NEVER be alone EVER, the spirits are with you everywhere you go. They are following you all the time. They watch your back, they protect you, and your family and prevent danger. They blinds people who are going to harm you. They cast magic charm and love spells on people around you. Not only the spirits may communicate with you in dreams, or be seen or heard in daily life, but they also provide affection and companionship. Mahasanay (Magic Charm) it helps turn you to prince charming in the eyes of girls, Metta Maha Niyom (it helps make people love you, and be nice to you), Kaa Kaai Dee (it helps tempt your customers to buy whatever you are selling and it helps attract new customers and then keep them coming back. Wealth & Prosperity, Maha Laap (it brings lucky wealth). It warns danger coming ahead, Klawklad Plodpai (it helps push you away from all danger), Kongkraphan (it makes you invulnerable to all weapon attack), and Maha-ut (it stops gun from shooting at you). Ponggan Poot-pee pee-saat Kunsai Mondam Sa-niat jan-rai Sat Meepit (it helps ward off evil spirit, demon, bad ghost, bad omen, bad spell, curse, accursedness, black magic, misfortune, doom, and poisonous animals). And this amulet helps protect you from manipulators, backstabbers, and toxic people. And Baihuay, the spirits of the dead may tell/give hints of winning lottery numbers.

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The process of making Buddha amulet that contains human remains with mystical herb/plants, and other holy materials is known as “Pong Prai Kumarn Maha Phood”, the Guru Monks who have ability to make this type of Holy Powder must have “Vicha Arkom” to control spirits that come with human remains and those sacred herb, NOT every monk could make Pong Prai Kumarn Maha Phood. It would bring disaster to those who made and those who wear amulets that contain this type of Holy Powder if the process of making was completely wrong! But we guarantee that this amulet was made by powerful master.

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Gradook Phee Tai Hong Jet Pacha

The human bone powder which were taken from 7 most haunted cremation sites. The Phee Tai Hong in Thai refers to death due to violence for example; homicide, suicide, traffic-related death. Those hairs of Phee Tai Hong used for making this amulet had to die on Saturday, and had their body cremations on Tuesday.

The spirit of Phee Tai Hong is believed to be trapped in the purgatory, and sunk in its own thought. Purgatory, also called The World between Worlds, is a spiritual realm that traps lost and tortured souls. Guru monks or White Robe Archan who has highest ability of magic to pull spirits of Phi Tai Hong out of the purgatory, and later enter the physical realm (human world), and ask his/her spirit to stay in the amulets. The spirit in this amulet will help its master to do anything his/her asks for, and the spirit would gain merits from helping its master, and carry its merits to the next world.

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*This amulet contains human remains. Not suitable for people who have Spectrophobia (the fear of ghosts). People who have Spectrophobia cannot control themselves while experiencing ghosts, they might have sudden cardiac death or cause harm to themselves from temporary loss of consciousness.

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DIMENSION: 4.90 cm high / 1.90 cm wide / 1.30 cm thick

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[libertys-lovers]

Hello, hey, hi! I hope you're well☆

I am using my one(1) free gush pass - bare with me i've never done this before so i don't know what i'm doing aaaAA-

Firstly, i haven't played CRK or CRO in a while, so re-installing has me clenching my heart, o u g h, i missed my friends!! It's so good to see everyone again (and to help them out a bit more in my kingdom.. sorry everyone *sob*)☆

And secondly - *slaps roof of my heart* this bad boy can fit so many crushes in it!!♡♡

I feel a bit embarassed leaving all my thoughts in this ask, so i will simply name them for now, in no particular order:

-Spinach Cookie

-Amber Sugar Cookie

-Rye Cookie

-Twizzly Gummy Cookie

-Espresso Cookie

-Affogato Cookie

I'm seeing a bit of overlap between some of them haha..!

Ah well, i just wanted to tell you and perhaps ask if any of them have visited your kingdom, and if you or your beloveds have any thoughts about them? 👀

A u g h, this was supposed to be a gush but here i am rambling!! I must leave immediatly, lest my face gets redder than B.A.D 4's outfits..!

My citizens better not tease me, i will explode!

🎟🎟🎟🎟🎟🎟 *throws more gush passes at you*

My friend, you are welcome to come in here and gush at ANY time! I’m sure all of your friends (and potential loves) are extremely excited to see you again! I’m doing quite well, thank you, and I hope you’re doing well too.

But OOOH!!! We have an entire LIST tonight!!!! Yes, yes, my beloveds and I have met quite a few of them!! Lemme just snatch them all real quick.

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🥗SPINACH COOKIE🥗

🍇: Ah! Spinach Cookie!! I think I might’ve met her once or twice? Every time I see her, she gives me cucumber slices ☺️. She seems like a real sweetheart! I know Herb Cookie’s met up with her a good amount of times too; I’ve heard him tell Sparkles about how they’ve exchanged gardening tips before.

🍾: Ah yeah! She hasn’t come to the kingdom yet, but Herb Cookie always talks well of her. If she ever stops by the Kingdom, then I’ll happily serve her a drink!

🌸: Ooh, just look at her outfit! Her dress is so pretty~! And her energy is just wonderful~ Dearie, if you date her, the two of you must simply join us for a picnic!

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🍯AMBER SUGAR COOKIE🍯

🍇: I don’t think I’ve met this dude yet! Like I’ve heard of him, I’m aware of his existence, but I haven’t stumbled into him. He’s certainly a hard worker though. And this labyrinth he’s in is mega cool… I wanna visit it- But no, he hasn’t stopped by the kingdom yet.

☠️: FINALLY!! Another cookie that understands how VITAL perfection is! Yes… yes I like the sound of this one! Though if he starts bossing me around, then it’s ALL over!

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🌾RYE COOKIE🌾

🍇: RYYYYEEEEE COOKIE!!!! Oh she’s SO cool!! She’s at the kingdom rn, and I heavily enjoy that fact.

🍾: She always stops by my bar whenever she has free time! She orders a classic rye juice every time she comes in. She… can get a little intense sometimes, but she’s great at keeping my bar orderly! I appreciate her.

🧀: I’m incredibly lucky that she hasn’t been able to pursue me. If both Almond and her were after me… perhaps it’d be the end of Phantom Bleu~

🍇: Man… you don’t mean that-

🧀: Oh, not at all~! But it’d certainly be much more difficult.

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🌌TWIZZLY GUMMY COOKIE🌌

🍇: TWIZZLES?!?!? Yeah, she resides at the kingdom… at least when she’s not in the hands of the TBD. But she’s great!

☠️: Uhm?! Faux Berry Cookie?!? Wasn’t that the cookie that, you know, almost destroyed our entire universe? Or… dimension? Or, whatever you call it?!

🍾: Yeah… I thought you considered her your rival?

🍇: I mean y e a h, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like her! If I didn’t have to fight her for the fate of the entire multiverse then we could totally be besties… I think. And besides, I think Slepster would definitely be a good partner for her! You could definitely keep her a bit more… non-homicidal- If y’all need help escaping the TBD, just come get me 😉

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☕️ESPRESSO COOKIE☕️

🍇: Even if I can’t comprehend how he does his magic, I’ve gotta give him some mad respect for the effort he puts into it!

🍾: He’s… incredibly picky with what he drinks, that’s for sure.

🍰: He’s surprisingly resourceful in battle. His magic is quite impressive, which is only complimented by how calculating he is. Even if he is not fighting along side me, I have to at least respect his willpower.

🍇: Not to mention that his banter with Madeleine is just absolutely hilarious. The amount of sass in that man’s dough is unbelievable, and I mean that in the best way possible.

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🍨AFFOGATO COOKIE🍨

☠️: AFFOGATO COOKIE?!?!?

🍇: oh boy- Don’t mind him… there’s just… a bit of a grudge he has towards him-

☠️: But… but my sweetness! Can you BLAME me?! I went ALL THAT WAY, back to that… that DREADED Licorice Sea! And I summoned these AMAZING minions!! And for what? NOTHING! All because he failed! Well, him and Dark Choco Cookie, but still!

🍇: Yes yes dear; your minions were very cool and you’re a very talented and powerful man. Don’t worry though, there’ll be another time where you can show off your skills properly, I promise!

🍇: In any case… ugh… that’s such a cute lil concept though. That whole thing about “treating your partners like royalty…” can be so much more literal now… that’s so cute~

🍇: As for what I think of him though, his silver tongue definitely scares me lmao, but I’d love to get to know him better! Something tells me we could be friends, should a proper time come. When that time will come though? Who knows.

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🍇: Alright!! Final thoughts?

🍾: Well, no matter who you decide to be with, or if you decide to be with any of them, I wish you great luck in your endeavors!

🧀: It certainly sounds like quite an enticing romance~ I’m curious on how this will all turn out.

☠️: Hmmmmm, well a lot of them seem… like hard cases… But, if Faux Berry Cookie trusts your tastes enough, then I guess I will too! Go… go get them!

🍰: I suppose I share Sparkling Cookie’s opinions on this. I hope all goes well for you.

🌸: Oh, you all will just be the cutest together! Please keep us updated, dear!

🍇: Well, I’ve been trying hard to not start entering wingman mode… though I’ve definitely failed. I think you with any or all of them would be just the cutest! I can’t wait to hear more! Again, please invade the ask-box at any time! I’d certainly be happy to share my thoughts on how I think y’all’s relationships could go, if you ever need more fuel~

Your Host, Faux Berry Cookie! | Yours Truly, Sparkling Cookie | Phantom Bleu~ | The Almighty Licorice Cookie | Red Velvet Cookie | Sincerely, Cherry Blossom Cookie!