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AN END TO DROUGHT
written for @perotovar's offering of Frith
RATING: Explicit (18+) | PAIRING: Javier Peña x f!Reader GOD: Freyr God of fertility, harvests, and peace WORD COUNT: 5.4k CW: Smut (f!oral, m!oral, unprotected piv, creampie).
SUMMARY: The future of your family's homestead hangs in the balance as Javier Peña comes home in the middle of a drought.
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For two fortnights you’ve seen no rainfall. Not a single, silver drop. The orchard, rich with the stunted globes of pale apples not yet fully formed, withers browner every day. Leaves crisp and folded in prayer, the last-ditch desperation of dying fronds. You spend hours hauling well water to the rows of cropland on which your livelihood relies, but it isn’t enough. Each morning you wake to the sun rising phoenix-like on the horizon, hotter and more accusing than the day before.
You speak to the trees, the fledgling stone fruit, apologizing when there is no more water your body can carry, when the well runs dry.
Six generations your family has raised apples like they raised their kin.
Now it will die in this drought with you as its shepherd.
Hopeless in your waking, back throbbing, shoulders sore, you rise from your bed at the crack of a new dawn to the fragrance coaxed every Sunday by your mother’s slender hands. She is fragile now in that child-like way, skin thin and veins sapphire blue, hearing going, but sturdy, still, for you. Doesn’t matter that you’ve been grown for decades now, solely responsible for the farm and her mounting care—your mother bakes a pair of her grain-kissed boules every week without fail.
“There you are,” she says, when you are just two steps away. These days she cannot hear your footsteps on the stairs.
“Sit, now,” you say softly, slipping your hand over hers to take the bread knife, and with a soft tsk your mother surrenders before settling at the breakfast table.
You break bread together: salted butter swept glistening over the delicate crumb and sturdy crust, spoons of preserves canned the year before. Cinnamon and cloves, honey and stewed apples, wild pickled blueberries. It takes so long to notice the change in the air, but when you do it’s obvious—you aren’t sweating in the way you have for weeks. The house, once sweltering, has cooled ever so slightly. When you gaze out the windows into the orchard, the sky is no longer the blue you’ve come to resent, but a wash of cotton batting.
Clouds.
Your mother, thin wire glasses low on her nose, grins at your expression.
“He’s home,” she says.
“Who?”
Her smirk is the same as you remember it being when you were a girl. “The Peña boy,” she says, lifting her bread slice to her mouth. “Weather always fixes itself when he comes ‘round.”
You hum beneath your breath. You can picture him only vaguely—lean and liquid, little more than a silhouette in the distance on the other side of the fence that cages your family’s property from his. His father you know better, see often. Spiced apple cider traded for horse manure or Chucho’s brawn. Twice this past winter he fixed your fence after a furious storm and asked for nothing but a loaf of your mother’s bread in return.
Javier you’ve not glimpsed in a decade give or take, if you’re remembering right. Moved somewhere south for duty’s dauntless call.
In the lullaby of easy silence, you finish your meal, rinse the dishes, and walk out into the fields with the second loaf in hand where overhead the sky is performing a miracle befitting the gods: letting out the first tender, forgiving drops of rain. Your body brightens as you watch it freckle and darken the starving, yellowed earth.
A caw, something of a laugh, shocks loose from your chest—delight, pure in its relief.
Tracing the aisles of death-bed apple trees, you sweep your fingertips along their trunks. Water pools in the green spades turned to spoons for liquid crystal. The precipitation for which you’ve longed and begged and prayed: here, at last, to save the grange.
The rain picks up. Forceful in its abundance, peppering the sandy earth. Soon your boots stick as you walk between trees, dirt becoming mud, so you shield the boule beneath the leaf of your buttoned shirt.
At the end of the orchard, the log fence stands and the grass grows tall and clover-riddled, purple thistles starved yellow in the heat. You stride towards the fence, far beyond which the Peña house stands white and shingled, framed by the umbrellas of old oak trees that border the meadows in which their herd of equines laze back and forth, grateful as you for the merciful change in weather. It is beautiful here, though it’s easy to forget when all the season brings is wilting.
You hear him before you see him: a quiet, clicking tongue.
Then a mare picks up her cantor, spurred forth by Javier—indeed returned, wide in the shoulders and dark hair slicked by rain, out forty feet or so—tanned skin made gold around his eyes by yellow aviators, periwinkle shirt undone a button too low. More handsome than you remember, but it’s been a long time.
Your mother was right: it seems he brought the rain home with him.
As you come to a stop near the fence, tall grass clinging to your calves, his head turns slowly in your direction. Jaw working over something—gum, if you had to guess. You lift your free hand, show him your open palm, and he takes a last look at the horse before sauntering your way.
Like you, he’s undisturbed by the rain. No shelter-seekers here; you’re grateful enough to bathe in any storm. Come hell or high water—isn’t that how the saying goes? You’d swim any flash flood after all this unending dearth, drink any tidal wave.
“Heard you were home,” you call out over the pebbling downpour, watching his broad hand rake through his hair.
Much more handsome than you remember, the nearer he strides. Unhurried, Javier lifts his sunglasses off to slip into his shirt pocket and even from some way off you don’t miss the path of his brown eyes as he takes you in. Against your better judgment, the hungry stripe of his gaze flips something low in your stomach, something needy.
He stops just shy of his side of the fence, no more than an arm’s length away, as the splatter of kind weather kicks up the earth’s perfume.
“This morning,” he admits, his voice all gravel and mead. Low and heady, a little sweet. Not shy—his eyes drop again, this time to your stomach where you’re holding the bread beneath your shirt. Sort of useless now—the rain’s too strong to save it—so you draw it out, flashing him by accident a glimpse of your bare stomach where his gaze stays pinned.
Then, bread rising in your hand, seeded crust glistening as it speckles wet, his eyes at last leave you to follow it. “Ma thinks you brought the rain,” you say, not bothering to hide your smirk.
The corner of his mouth pulls into his cheek. “That so?”
You shrug, loaf held like a waitress’ tray not yet offered. “Accordin’ to her.”
To your surprise you see in his eyes what appears to be timidity—perhaps bashful to be given credit for the sudden end to the wrecking drought he’s no doubt heard about. With a sweep of your arm, you present the bread in your outstretched hand and one dark brow rises high on his head.
“Before it’s drenched,” you insist, and Javier takes it, smile lopsided and pretty.
Above the chuffing sound of a horse grazing on the trampled grass, the sky splits like a seam and sunlight cuts through the cloud’s white cover, throwing down a ribbon of yellow that licks the stables.
Javier tilts the bread in his hands, inspecting the ear, the crust. Flashes those dark eyes back at you, exacting and tender at the same time.
“Our way of saying thanks,” you say, already stepping backward, toward the apple trees. “Neighbor.”
The rain doesn’t stop for three days—just long enough to wash the ash of long-snuffed forest fires from the orchard’s leaves. When the sun returns whole and yolk-gold to the sky, it brings heat of a kinder type. Warm for the growing things but barbless in its licking flame. You swear in just three nights the orchard lifts itself from its stupor—broadens, stretches, unfurls new leaves.
Your mother bakes like she’s got an army to feed and doesn’t wait till Sunday to do it.
“Take them, take them,” she insists, as fragile in stature as she is adamant in tone. Such a small, hunched little thing. “Least we can do.”
“Ma,” you sigh, powerless to her persistence, how she rests the arched handle of a basket in your hand for you to take. “You don’t seriously think he—”
She tuts softly, shoos you with one pallid hand before re-knotting the bow of her apron behind her back. “Just be grateful,” she says. “S’only right.”
Might as well be a girl again because here you are, obedient. Carrying the basket of seeded bread across the grass, between reborn apple trees, the fragrant orchard rows that days ago seemed doomed to die. Your heart thuds, surrendering itself to gratitude. Suppose it doesn’t hurt anything to take the Peñas bread.
Javier’s out in the pasture cleaving a rotten log from a sunken fence panel with an axe. White t-shirt translucent and clinging to the muscle that banks his back, he heaves the blade down with a biting crack and a grunt. Your footsteps give you away—he straightens as you hop the fence between your properties and land on his side, halting his rhythmic swinging.
As he turns, face halved by the shadow of an oak looming overhead, eyes squinting to make you out in the light, Javier cocks an eyebrow, dimple winking in his cheek.
“Neighbor,” he says, unabashed, now, in his lingering gaze. Dark curls cling to his temples and forehead, licked by sweat, across which he wipes the back of his forearm before setting the axe down against the fence.
Growing up on adjoining farms never sowed friendship between you—you’d estimate you’ve exchanged no more than a couple hundred words in damn near four decades—but there is in Javier a certain familiarity. A sense of him fitting into the landscape, reliable as an oak always looming in the distance. As constant as these valleys and hills, as the house beyond his muscled shoulder. Never something to acquaint yourself with, but something to rely upon.
Peculiar to stand before him now—twice in the same week—exchanging words.
You hold out the basket, linen cloth folded neatly over the boules. Javier, eyeing you suspiciously, takes one cautious step toward you with his hands on his narrow hips, peering down at your offering. His eyes flicker beyond you to your house and though you don’t look back you’d bet the whole season’s harvest that your mother is standing on the porch, watching. Guaranteeing you hand off the gift as she’s asked, like you aren’t well past grown.
Amused, he hums low and quiet. “For me?” he muses, knowing the answer, and when you roll your eyes he only smirks. Pleased, maybe teasing you.
You squint at him—glistening, all sinew and bated breath. Your mother’s mind may be failing in that drawn out, terrible way—hearing fading, her logic a little swimmy—but standing this close to Javier you can’t blame the woman for mistaking him for a god.
“Just take it,” you say, betrayed by the curl of your lips. “She won’t let me back in the house ‘till you do.”
This time as he slips the gift from your hand to his, Javier sweeps his fingertips against your open palm, sending a sparkle of heat up the length of your arm. You watch him peel the frond of cloth back, unveiling the golden tithe as you drop your arm at your side. When he inhales slow and deep you can smell it too, that redolent unfurling of warmth. Hypnotic, despite its familiarity. Hypnotic, too, is the breadth of his chest as he takes that long, indulgent breath, thin fabric slick to his damp, lithe form.
“She really think I brought the rain?” he asks, frowning a little. Watching you like he knows you’re watching him. Each of you sizing the other up, scrambling to build opinions of someone who’s only ever been a figure across the lush trees and grass.
Did you once lose a kite to one of their oak trees? You think you might remember a young, rawboned Javier climbing a web of gnarled branches to fish it free, delivering it safely to where you waited on your side of the fence. Yes, you can see it now—that lazy, one-sided smile on his boyish face, the sun-bleached kite, and the relief of its homecoming to your trembling hand.
Three decades older he is no less honest in the way he awaits your reaction.
“Or she’s messing with me,” you admit. “I never know anymore.”
His scoff triggers yours—a brief, quiet chuckle in the remains of a salvaged summer. Javier shrugs and yes, you think he catches the way your eyes skirt briefly to his shoulders because his jaw ticks, cheeks hollowing as he sucks his tongue against his front teeth. He turns his head in the direction of their house, sees no sign of Chucho, same as you. A low hm sound rattles from his chest.
You’d swear the sun flares a little hotter when he returns his gaze to you.
“If it rains again,” Javier says, his voice swooping to a deeper shade. “What will you bring me?”
You cross your arms. “I think you can count on the bread indefinitely.”
“Don’t mean her—I mean you.”
Traitorous, your heart: how it speeds, skips a note or two in its once steady pattern. “I don’t think you brought the rain,” you tell him. “Just timing.”
When he narrows his eyes, his crow’s feet swallow them. Mustache quirking, pink tongue darting over his bottom lip. “Call it hypothetical,” he says, and you’re not sure if you were standing quite this close just a moment before, if one of you has moved and if so, which.
Hunger rarely devours you in any of its forms. A life spent in service of harvests leaves little excess to spend. Yet it stirs unmistakably, low and begging, at the sound of Javier’s gruff voice and the graceful way he pins your eyes to his mouth with every tiny movement of his lips. He doesn’t have to smile for you to feel him smirking—a fact alone that feels somehow mythic in its dominion, its quiet, unassuming power. All of him marble-sleek and solid, the image of virile beauty. It almost feels like a shame to think you’ve seldom stood this close before.
You jut your chin to the sky—that blue untouched by a single cloud—and shake your head. “It’s not going to rain,” you say, steadfast in your certainty. “Not anytime soon.”
“And if it does.” He doesn’t say it like a question—rather, an inevitability—which is to say you hear his real meaning: and when it does.
Head shaking, cheeks set aflame, you once more roll your eyes, this time turning back to return to your side of the fence. Over your shoulder you call out, “If it rains this week, I’ll bring whatever you like.”
For six days there’s nothing but sun. You watch the apples blush on their branches, those first pinkish stripes that promise a red and sugared fruit. Autumn will bring spices and cider, days and weeks and months of fermentation, of watching fruit turn liquid and then to gold. This stretch of summer is make or break for the harvest to come: the right weather now can mean perfection or a crying shame.
All week you watch Javier at such a distance he appears as only a tiny, charcoal figure roaming the fields, hauling lumber and picking up the far-off slack.
Yet often when you do, you think his head looks to be already angled in your direction. Impossible to know for sure in the blazing light and with so much land between you, but you’d take that bet. You’re pretty sure he’s watching you too.
You’re sure, also, that you’re right about the weather. At the dawn of the seventh day the skies look no less blemished than they have all week. Doesn’t look at all like it’s going to rain. To your surprise, you’re a little disappointed, but the feeling passes.
You push out into the orchards, tend to the lifelong task of keeping everything verdant and alive. Sweet is the air at this early, fragile hour in which the birds are just now waking, filling the world with their jubilee. Sky pink at the horizon, white overhead, you spend the morning gloating to no one but the trees—you were right, and Javier was wrong. He’s going to lose.
Lose what, you aren’t sure, but when midday breaks golden and ripe, Javier appears in the tall grass, hand steadied on the neck of a tobiano as he and the creature walk between gated pastures, and his face turns in your direction, catches you drinking icy cider on the porch while you catch your breath between tasks.
This time when he catches your gaze, he lifts his free hand, forefinger spearing up at the sky. Too far to call out to each other, you have no way of asking what the gesture is for, so you step down from the croaking porch into the crabgrass and look up.
There hang, above you, newborn wisps. Clouds ashy at their bellies.
But clouds are just clouds. They aren’t rain.
The reckoning comes an hour later.
You dismiss the first, shy drop. A fluke, a fleeting blip of your imagination. Then the second: clear and wet on your forearm. Then a third. Soon it’s unavoidable—above you gray has gathered like dust bunnies beneath a couch, the bright summer shaded by the weather’s impossible will—and the rain that falls is not a patter, not a whisper, but a stony fist fight. The kind of rain that comes sweeping and determined, that has something to prove.
It’s like autumn has taken the stage two months too early. Childlike in its eagerness to command your attention—a downpour harsh and giving.
You emerge at the end of an arbored aisle to see Javier cut stoic against the shaded sky just shy of the boundary between your properties, chest wide and proud, just as drenched by the onslaught of rain but not fazed in the slightest. Too cavalier to smile but its essence hangs in the air between you, silver as any raindrop, unmistakable in meaning. He nods in the direction of a stable not far from the first shelter of elder oaks and without a word or invitation lopes off toward it, so fluid in his lazy strides, legs a little bowed and no small bit solid, hugged tight by denim that might as well be painted on.
You are following before your mind can think to.
You are hopping the fence.
You are dashing for the shadowed stable after him.
Breathless, hair kelped to your cheeks, clothes more water than textile, you cannot at first make out the stable’s interior, eyes not yet adjusted to the shift in light, ears booming with its cacophony. “Okay,” you say to the darkness in which Javier must be standing, blinking fast, wiping the rain from your eyes. “You got really fuckin’ lucky. What do you want?”
Embers warm in your chest—the first fronds of new wanting. You know what you hope he’ll say.
A flash of movement as your eyes adapt: Javier’s tanned arms reaching for you. His broad hands frame your face and you are not yet surefooted as he, swept up in his sudden, steady embrace. You hear yourself laugh over the barrage outside, silenced only by the blackness in his eyes—all that warmth and brown swallowed by his pupils. Your hands cuff his wrists, holding him to holding you without hesitation.
It should be awkward, this first real meeting of your bodies. How Javier steps up to press the length of his torso to yours, sly in the subtle turn of his lips as he breathes one quiet word: You. But it isn’t. He slots his lips to yours like kissing you is just another step in his languid stride, graceful and planned, his arms dragging you against his steady frame. The softness of his mouth a welcome surprise. Dizzy on the first swipe of his begging tongue, you’re entirely unaware of Javier walking you backward until your shoulder blades hit the stable wall.
What a gift it is to be kissed and kiss with one’s whole body. Javier licks hotly into your mouth, sucking sweetly on your tongue or bottom lip depending on his whim, hands holding you flush to the fire of him. When he moves to your jaw, the soft flesh of your ear, you are a candle never before lit, touched a thousand times wrongly and made finally right.
Javier mumbles something lost under the bellowing tempest. Every raindrop riots on the sheeted roof.
“What?” you pant, eyelids heavy with lust. Your shirt hangs open, as does his, both unbuttoned though you’d not noticed their undoing. Now visible in the gray light is the bronze of his freckled chest, the dark hair drawn from his navel to the waistband of his jeans.
You’d stare, but Javier then laps at the hollows of your neck, drinks rain from the dip in your collarbone, and you hum softly, entranced by his touch, eyes fluttering closed. He moves his lips closer to your ear. “Perfect,” he repeats, before his mouth is lost once more to the curve of your shoulder, the slope of your chest.
Meanwhile the path of your hands draws a symphony from him: low grunts and breathy huffs and, when your fingertips trace the hair on his stomach to graze his jeans, an earthy moan sweeter than any rainfall after any summer.
Javier cants his hips against yours like he’s making a promise.
How sublime, the wet ask of his tongue down your stomach as he falls to his knees.
Though he—after catching your eye, fingers frozen over the fly of your shorts until you nod—is the one to strip the layers from you first, you aren’t certain which of you is the one who’s praying, only that the reverence hangs heavy as a heatwave in the humid air.
Your head falls back against the stable wall. All but the roar of the storm is lost beyond your panting bodies as Javier kneels at the altar of you, shelves one of your legs on his shoulders, and laps hungrily from your aching heat. The pledge of his mouth sucks the air from you—your hands fly to the laurel of his hair, bathed locks slipping between your fingers as you clench and throb and tug, hardly conscious of the whimpers you let out in the wake of his tending.
Dutiful, he brings you gasping to the brink of some new chasm. Tongue expert in its tracing, circling, slipping, driving. Lifts his face to smirk just before you fall, dark stache glossy with your need and eyes blown black, and perhaps you’d be annoyed if Javier looked arrogant at all, but his confidence appears to you only assured. Resolute in his wanting. As if the world would have to come to a sudden, gasping end for his concentration to falter at all.
“Like that?” Javier asks, perhaps as winded as you. Genuine, you think, in his asking, though he must know.
You’re not sure if you remember how to nod or speak, but your hips buck on their own accord, desperate for him to see this through.
“Yeah,” he rasps, his thick fingers squeezing your hips. “Think you do.”
Then his grin vanishes as he resumes and all at once you are tumbling, swept away in a landslide and earthquake at the same time as he slips two fingers into you, coaxing a rush of pleasure into his mouth. You might cry out his name, but the sound is lost to the din of the deluge.
When next you catch your breath, Javier is standing, denim wet and straining against the swell of his length. Hesitation is no longer a word you know or hold, already greedy for his taste, so you urge your mouth to his and lap the taste of yourself from his tongue, fingers busy with freeing him, the slick peeling of his jeans. You fall without realizing you’re falling, sunken to the ground with Javier’s cock heavy and throbbing in your hand.
He might whine when your tongue flickers sweetly against his weeping head—but there’s no mistaking the desperate groan dug loose from the earth of Javier’s chest as you bring the whole of him into the furnace of your mouth, wet and tight and willing. Your moan sends a shiver through his body, then Javier’s hand shoots out fast as a gunshot, palm slamming into the wall to keep himself from toppling.
“Shit—” he gasps, and you look up at him through dewy lashes to find his eyes have closed, lips swollen and jaw hanging open.
Again, you hum. Make a game of the stroke and slide and swallowing that makes him quiver until it’s too good, too good, too close baby and he pulls you off him, drool slugging down your chin. His cock aching, surely, when you nuzzle your cheek against it, tempted to take it in your throat again. But you smile as he plummets to meet you on the ground, then swoon when he lays you out on the topsoil not yet drenched by the rain.
“Wanna feel you first,” Javier murmurs, petting the hair back from your face, lapping the spit from your chin with his tongue before he unites it with yours. Lips plush, more tender than you expect amidst his fervor, the kind of kissing you can’t help but lose yourself to. You think you’d kiss him the rest of the day, through any night. Brows pinching when he pulls away, cupping the blaze of your burning cheeks with the palm of his hand, thumb swept across your upper lip as he gazes down at you with adoration.
“Need to fill you,” he groans. “Don’t I, hm? Dime, baby.”
Thighs spread to make room for him in the bowl of your hips, you pull him over you by the shoulders until he blankets you, covering all but a sliver of the rain-rich sky visible through the stable’s entrance, and the oak tree’s canopy lashing in the fevered gale.
Is his shirt below you now, somehow? You think it must be—spread carefully to protect your needy flesh.
“Yes,” you breathe, as Javier kneels between your legs, fisting the base of his cock. “Yes, yes.”
A grin, but not of ego—he is only pleased. Pious in his watching the way breath shudders in your chest. Javier nods, brow dented low and serious, curls black with water and plastered to his face, and pumps himself once, then takes your ankles in his hands. Sets them flat on the ground, bending both your knees to frame him. Hands butterflied and wide, tracing the slant of your thighs to the bend of your hips like all of a sudden he has all the time in the world.
Maybe you do. It almost feels like you do.
Like this might not be a spell that breaks with the end of the rain.
“I’ve got you,” he says.
“I know,” you breathe.
With both hands Javier lifts your hips from the ground and pulls you toward him until your core presses against the underside of his cock. He hmphs, transfixed by this silken meeting, and thrusts his hips once, gently, rubbing himself between your folds. You whimper at the friction, cunt fluttering, begging.
Javier clicks his tongue as you claw at his forearms, hips pitching in his hold to ask for more, and this time there is perhaps a drop of pride in his cunning gaze. Glad to be the one you stir for, the one you choose.
“Needs me, hm?” he coos.
You paint the air between you with his name.
“I know,” he murmurs, guiding himself to you now, nudging his tip against your clit once, twice, then notching.
Then rhapsody. The urging in and dragging out, the sweet perfection of Javier inside you, taking space that now seems like it was made for him from the start. “Fuck,” you hear yourself say, more breath than voice, and Javier grits his teeth as he feeds his cock to you slowly, throbbing and whole.
“So soft,” he grunts, resolve slipping—his hips snap against yours on the next thrust and you yelp from the bliss of it. Teeth bared above you, Javier yanks you flush against his slender hips, buried to the hilt as he tries to catch his breath. “Shit, baby.”
Thighs clamping around his waist, you writhe, plant your palms on his sternum, desperate for more.
“Javi,” you plea, and in a flash Javier spreads his hands over your hamstrings, pins your thighs to your stomach, and bends over you, fucking you into the ground.
Your teeth bump when he moves to kiss you, then he tilts his head and it’s all saccharine again: his tongue lapping sweetly into your mouth, mustache scraping against your cupid’s bow. Like this, the angle is exquisite. So deep it’s like he’s everywhere, stretching you out and stringing you taut and Javier must feel it too because he starts to grind, the thatch of dark hair at the base of his stomach rubbing against your clit as he grazes his teeth along the underside of your jaw.
“That’s it,” he mumbles. “Damelo, baby, quiero sentirte.”
You shatter, or bloom, you can’t totally decide. Exaltation in a single moment, your whole body electric in its trembling, clenching, gasping. Javier falters only when your body comes down from its high, emboldened to move again. Folded as you are, you can only whine and moan and sparkle as he once more takes up a rhythm. Smooth and hot as cider on a cold night, his cock glistening with your need as he pulls out and presses in, patient again.
“Perfect,” he prays.
It’s possible that this is heaven.
You don’t know when it stopped, but the skies have quieted. A lick of sunlight casts into the stables and falls over the expanse of Javier’s back and shoulders as he rocks into you again and again and again. Hand weaving into the curls at the nape of his neck, you hold him to you as his pace begins to stutter.
Javier licks the column of your throat, purring against your neck, “Lo quieres, baby? Hm?”
“Yes,” you tell him, one arm winding around his shoulders. “Deep.”
He kisses you once, then pulls back just enough to watch your face, his own lust-tense and sneering as his high builds and climbs. You swipe your thumb across his bottom lip, tell him to let go, and he is beautiful—lit copper and gold by summer’s warmth as he drops his forehead to yours.
Perfect in his promise, Javier offers all to you, fills you wholly, his body tense and then unraveling. His weight drops onto you properly as he paints your cunt with his seed. When you grunt he lifts just enough to free your legs without leaving your heat, and you lock your ankles over the small of his back.
Javier nuzzles his nose to yours.
You aren’t sure how long you stay like that, but when you’re standing again, his hands guides your weakened legs back into your shorts. You button each other’s shirts instead of your own.
Outside the stables, the earth sings petrichor, grateful for the fleeting flood. Across the fence beyond the tall grass your orchard sparkles, glittered with rain as you stand beneath the oak tree gazing out in gratitude. Javier’s hand ghosts over your spine and you feel a rash of goosebumps break out as if he’s once more touched your skin.
His breath is warm against your hair, the apple of your cheek. “Don’t wait for rain next time,” he whispers, then slinks off regal and graceful as a wildcat, clicking his tongue to call out the horses to the pastures now marbled with loam.
It doesn’t rain again for weeks, but you go to him anyway, hopping the fence that cradles your homes to seek his arms.
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Themed Rec List | Tomarrymort Recs with Hemipenes 🍆x2
What is better than one? TWO, of course! I think the monsterfucking potential in Tomarrymort is one of its most unique aspects, at least within HP ships :D If anyone is monsterfucking-curious, this is a great place to start.
I’m so excited to share this delightful smutty nasty dirty and super fun collection of one of my favorite tropes in Tomarrymort: not just snake-like Voldemort, but snake-like Voldemort with snake-like appendages 😏
Standard rec list disclaimers apply: There’s a lot of dead dove in the selection below, so please mind the tags, and read at your own risk. I strive to include a diverse range of fic genres these lists, so you'll come across lighter fare such as crack fics, along with fics that definitely cover darker themes.
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Tomarrymort Recs Feat. Hemipenes
a dainty lace noose by @mrmxlemons (E, 4k, complete)
Voldemort likes pretty things, and Harry is his favorite, prettiest thing.
A real voyage of discovery by @theonceandfuturequeenoftarts (E, 2k, complete)
Harry captures an alien from an Earth-like planet for the spaceship's research division to examine. The alien might have its own agenda.
a snake, an eagle, and a phoenix by @virgil-anon (E, 9k, complete)
Harry Potter is angrier than ever, thrown into a tournament he wants no part of, without any assistance except for his Defence Instructor. But when the Goblet of Fire turns out to be a portkey, he’s in for a surprise.
and make it double by @captainremwrites (M, 1k, complete)
Well, Harry thinks, that answers that question. He's definitely telling Ron and Hermione about this.
Dragon Me Down, My Love by @wolfantlersinspace (E, 2k, complete)
Harry had been a virgin sacrifice, given by the people to appease Voldemort. However, Voldemort had grown rather fascinated after he discovered Harry chose to come here, to take the place of a friend. And now, Voldemort liked him too much to let him go, liked him far too much to use him for his intended purpose.
Ensnared by @loneamaryllis (E, 4k, complete)
After the Battle of Hogwarts, Harriet finds a white snake in the grass. She quickly befriends the poor, lonely creature.
Hands-On Anatomy Lesson by @ivory--raven (E, 2k, complete)
Harry uses Liquid Luck to ask Voldemort himself how snakey he is.
I will follow you into the dark by @i-dream-of-libraries (E, 6k, complete)
Harry loves a good horror book, and this new one about a monster called Voldemort is now his favorite. Unknowingly, he calls out to the shadowy entity, and gains the monster's full attention and appetite.
Inquiring Minds by @theonceandfuturequeenoftarts (T, 2k, complete)
Harry has a burning need to know, and Voldemort is just so done with teenagers.
Insatiate by @vdoshu (E, 2k, complete)
Voldemort stole both Harry and the Philosopher’s Stone, and doomed Harry to live a half-life. That was ten years ago.
Love at First Sight by @dividawrites (E, 5k, complete)
Voldemort rises from the cauldron with two dicks and some extra powers. Harry is mesmerized.
Monster Fucker by Destiny_Of_A_Dragon (E, 10k, complete)
During their nightly gossiping session, Ginny poses a question about how snake-like Voldemort might be. They fantasize a bit, then go to bed and assume that that was it. A week later and Harry just has to know.
ovoviviparous by @cindle-writes (E, 5k, complete)
In which Voldemort captures Harry at the Final Battle, and immediately puts him to use as an incubator.
splits your skin from end to end, down the center of the earth by @cannibalinc (E, 19k, complete)
Snape has just killed Dumbledore before Harry’s eyes, and he will not rest until he makes the man pay. But Snape isn’t the only Death Eater wanting to gain favor with the Dark Lord. No, there are ambitions far worse than even Snape’s, Harry learns. Ambitions that deliver him directly into Voldemort’s hands. “I was so very nearly tricked, you see, but Lord Voldemort is not so easily fooled. No, I shall not kill you Harry, not yet. I think I should like to keep you instead.”
Phobia by @katsitting (E, 48k, complete)
“I shall show you just how far you’ve fallen,” Voldemort whispered, breaking the thick silence that had settled between them. Harry wanted to laugh, to bare his teeth at the man like the wounded lion that he was. There was nothing for him to do but snark and snarl at the man that had hidden him away from all prying eyes...save for those he trusted most. His legs were useless, his body weak. “I’d like to see you try,” he goaded.
Preparing For A Legacy by @ellionne (E, 5k, complete)
Marriage, especially with magical folks, required to be consummated to have the legal consequences Voldemort demanded for their treaty to come into effect. And Harry had been terrified. Voldemort's thoughtful proposition had seemed like a godsend then. The consummation of a marriage was a purely physical act; Harry didn't need to be aware for it. Didn't need to be awake.
Research and Development by @cannibalinc (E, 6k, complete)
Primary Objective: Establish with certainty that Subject IS or IS NOT a living Horcrux. Secondary Objective: If Subject is a living Horcrux, determine whether the soul fragment can be extracted intact and transferred to a different vessel, allowing Subject to be terminated thereafter.
Roughly 19 Years Later by @dividawrites (E, 2k, complete)
Platform 9¾ is a nice place for reunions.
thrice-bound, twice-filled by @cindle-writes (E, 4k, complete)
Harry wakes up in the middle of the night to the sensation of a blunt, hard cock slowing pushing its way inside him.
The Arsonist's Lullaby by Saeva (E, 101k, WIP)
It’s Harry’s bad luck that his mate is Voldemort. A possessive Voldemort, giving out the most reassuring scent, a scent Harry aches for. No one can blame him for giving into it... just a little... right? Magic Made Him Do It.
War Prize by @duplicitywrites and @moontearpensfic (E, 6k, WIP)
Ten years ago, in the name of world peace, Harry Potter signed his hand away to Lord Voldemort, Dark Lord of the British Isles, Saviour of the Realm. If Harry had known he would spend his days serving as the man's bodyguard and personal stud... He would have asked Dumbledore to include protection against retaliation in the form of sexual objectification.
Venomous by @crowcrowcrowthing (E, 4k, complete)
One would think a famous collector of magical creatures would know better than to set a Naga loose in a room full of people, but Sirius Black was never known for his common sense.
Violent Delights by @katsitting (E, 5k, complete)
Harry was shoved against something hard and unyielding. It scratched along his back, chafing the skin. Harry didn’t so much as flinch, refusing to make a sound when more jeers sounded in the clearing, the words cutting through the rush of blood flooding Harry’s ears— “Fuck him, m’Lord.” “Defile his corpse.”
yer a monster fucker, harry by @exarite (M, 3k, complete)
Voldemort suggests they fake a relationship. It's a reasonable suggestion, so of course Harry says yes. Or: Harrymort Fake Dating AU
you're a parasitic, psycho, filthy creature (finger-bangin' my heart) by @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger (E, 135k, WIP)
Harry keeps thinking about it. The way he smiled, with sharp white teeth. The way that smile had felt pressed to his own, to his throat, to the inside of his thigh. The clutching fingers; the desperate grip. The sweat clinging to his skin, salty on his tongue. The red eyes behind the mask that Harry would recognize anywhere— Harry keeps thinking about it.
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Proud Author Spotlight
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Hello! I’ve just gotten back into MDZS/CQL after a two year hiatus due to personal reasons and unironically wangxian pulled me out of it 🫡 I’d like to share a wangxian chaptered xianxia WIP I’m currently working on that diverges from CQL canon after Wei Ying’s death at Nevernight.
I have an irl background of a long form fictional prose author, so I’m hoping there’ll be others who enjoy both long form, worldbuilding and this genre of xianxia fantasy 💗
the eternal longing | 红染白丝万年欲
by dearmyloveleys (@dearmyloveleys)
M, WIP, 25k, Wangxian
Summary: Lan Zhan perishes with Wei Ying at Nevernight. Too broken hearted that Wei Ying rather disappear than live, he throws himself off the cliff after Wei Ying - only to wake up in a stone carved palace. Similarly, Wei Ying finds himself awake on lotus pad on a lake. They recover their memories as Immortals - Wei Ying, the White Phoenix Lotus Fairy of the Heaven Realm and Lan Zhan, the Second Lord of the Demon Realm - sent to the Mortal Realm as punishment for their wrongdoings. But try as they may, they cannot remember anything from their mortal punishment save for bits and pieces. Will they come to realise their love again amidst rising schemes and their own fate? - Or wangxian fall in love a second time as Immortals to the peril of the Heavens.
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Overview:
Born:
April 15, 1990 · Paris, France
Birth name:
Emma Charlotte Duerre Watson
Nickname:
Em
Height:
5′ 5″ (1.65 m)
Mini Bio:
Emma Charlotte Duerre Watson was born in Paris, France, to British parents, Jacqueline Luesby and Chris Watson, both lawyers. She moved to Oxfordshire when she was five, where she attended the Dragon School. From the age of six, Emma knew that she wanted to be an actress and, for a number of years, she trained at the Oxford branch of Stagecoach Theatre Arts, a part-time theatre school where she studied singing, dancing and acting. By the age of ten, she had performed and taken the lead in various Stagecoach productions and school plays.
In 1999, casting began for Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone (2001), the film adaptation of British author J.K. Rowling's bestselling novel. Casting agents found Emma through her Oxford theatre teacher. After eight consistent auditions, producer David Heyman told Emma and fellow applicants, Daniel Radcliffe and Rupert Grint, that they had been cast for the roles of the three leads, Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. The release of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone (2001) was Emma's cinematic screen debut. The film broke records for opening-day sales and opening-weekend takings and was the highest-grossing film of 2001. Critics praised the film and the performances of the three leading young actors. The highly distributed British newspaper, 'The Daily Telegraph', called her performance "admirable". Later, Emma was nominated for five awards for her performance in the film, winning the Young Artist Award for Leading Young Actress in a Feature Film.
After the release of the first film of the highly successful franchise, Emma became one of the most well-known actresses in the world. She continued to play the role of Hermione Granger for nearly ten years, in all of the following Harry Potter films: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone (2001), Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (2002), Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (2004), Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (2005), Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (2007), Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (2009), Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 1 (2010), and Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2 (2011). Emma acquired two Critics' Choice Award nominations from the Broadcast Film Critics Association for her work in Harry Potter And The Prisoner Of Azkaban and Harry Potter And The Goblet Of Fire. The completion of the seventh and eight movies saw Emma receive nominations in 2011 for a Nickelodeon Kids' Choice Award, and for Best Actress at the Jameson Empire Awards. The Harry Potter franchise won the BAFTA for Outstanding British Contribution to Cinema in February 2011.
2011 saw Emma in Simon Curtis's My Week with Marilyn (2011), alongside a stellar cast of Oscar nominees including Michelle Williams as Marilyn Monroe and Kenneth Branagh as Sir Laurence Olivier, in addition to Eddie Redmayne, Dame Judi Dench, Dougray Scott, Zoe Wanamaker, Toby Jones and Dominic Cooper. Chronicling a week in Marilyn Monroe's life, the film featured Emma in the supporting role of Lucy, a costume assistant to Colin Clark (Redmayne). The film was released by The Weinstein Company and was nominated for a Golden Globe for Best Motion Picture - Comedy or Musical. In 2012 Emma was seen in Stephen Chbosky's adaptation of his coming-of-age novel The Perks of Being a Wallflower (2012), starring opposite Logan Lerman and Ezra Miller. This independent drama centered around Charlie (Lerman), an introverted freshman who is taken under the wings of two seniors (Watson and Miller) who welcome him to the real world. The film premiered at the 2012 Toronto International Film Festival and received rave reviews. The film won the People's Choice Award for Favourite Dramatic Movie and Emma also picked up the People's Choice Award for Favourite Dramatic Movie Actress. Emma was awarded a second time for this role with the Best Supporting Actress Award at the San Diego Film Critics Society Awards where the film also won the Best Ensemble Performance Award.
In summer 2013, Emma starred in Sofia Coppola's American satirical black comedy crime film, The Bling Ring (2013), opposite Katie Chang and Israel Broussard. The film took inspiration from real events and followed a group of teenagers who, obsessed with fashion and fame, burgled the homes of celebrities in Los Angeles. The film opened the Un Certain Regard section of the 2013 Cannes Film Festival. Emma also appeared in a cameo role as herself in Seth Rogen's apocalypse comedy This Is The End (2013). The film tells the story about what happens to some of Hollywood's best loved celebrities when the apocalypse strikes during a party at James Franco's house.
2014, Emma was seen in Darren Aronofsky's Noah (2014), opposite Russell Crowe, Jennifer Connelly, Ray Winstone, Douglas Booth, Logan Lerman, and Anthony Hopkins. The film told the epic, biblical tale of Noah and the ark. Emma plays the role of Ila, a young woman who develops a close relationship with Noah's son, Shem (Booth). Noah made an outstanding $300m since its release in March. In 2015, Emma starred in Regression (2015), written and directed by Alejandro Amenábar. Also headlined by Oscar-nominated Ethan Hawke, and set in Minnesota in 1990, Regression tells the story of Detective Bruce Kenner (Hawke), who investigates the case of young Angela, played by Emma, who accuses her father of sexual abuse.
In 2012, Emma was honored with the Calvin Klein Emerging Star Award at the ELLE Women in Hollywood Awards. In 2013, Emma was awarded the Trailblazer Award at the MTV Movie Awards in April and was honored with the GQ Woman of the Year Award at the GQ Awards in September. Further to her acting career, Emma is a Goodwill Ambassador for the UN, promoting gender equality and the empowerment of women. Emma graduated from Brown University in May 2014.
2017, Emma starred in the live-action Disney fantasy Beauty and the Beast (2017), one of the biggest movies of all time in the U.S., and the dramatic thriller The Circle (2017).
Family:
Jacqueline Luesby(Parent)
Chris Watson(Parent)
Relatives:
Freda Emma Watson (Duerre)(Grandparent)
Toby Watson(Half Sibling)
Lucy Watson(Half Sibling)
Nina Watson(Half Sibling)
Alex Watson(Sibling)
Trivia:
Has kept a painstakingly detailed log of her everyday life since her film career took off, as many as 30 journals in total.
Favorite Harry Potter book is Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.
Best friends with Harry Potter co-stars Daniel Radcliffe and Rupert Grint after practically growing up with them on the Harry Potter set. She calls them her 'brothers'.
Was offered the titled lead in Cinderella (2015) but turned it down.
At the age of fifteen became the youngest person to appear on the cover of Teen Vogue magazine.
Paris at the time of Emma's birth. Emma lived in France until the age of five, when her family returned to the United Kingdom.
Was named the 'Highest Grossing Actress of the Decade' by the Guiness Book of World Records. Her film work in the past decade has grossed over 5.4 billion dollars worldwide (2009).
She achieved eight A* and two A passes in her GCSEs (exams British school pupils take in their last compulsory year of secondary school).
Prefers to sign autographs for fans rather than taking pictures with them.
Auditioned eight times (at age 9) for the role of Hermione Granger in the Harry Potter films, playing opposite five prospective sets of Harry's before landing the part.
Was offered the role of Mia in La La Land (2016) but turned it down to play Belle in Disney's live-action Beauty and the Beast (2017). The role then went to Emma Stone, who won an Academy award for her performance. Ironically, she replaced Stone for the role of Meg March in Greta Gerwig's Little Women (2019) after Stone was unable to take the part due to her scheduling conflicts in promoting The Favourite (2018).
Both of her parents are lawyers.
Emma's favorite movies include Notting Hill (1999), Love Actually (2003), Bridget Jones's Diary (2001), Four Weddings and a Funeral (1994), About Time (2013), Giant (1956), Breathless (2008), Amélie (2001), Pan's Labyrinth (2006), The Fountain (2006), The Shawshank Redemption (1994), Gladiator (2000), Braveheart (1995), The Curious Case of Benjamin Button (2008), Philomena (2013), Blue Jasmine (2013), Rush (2013), 12 Years a Slave (2013), The Great Beauty (2013), The Woodmans (2010), Closer (2004), Pretty Woman (1990), Chicago (2002), Romeo + Juliet (1996), Moulin Rouge! (2001), Dirty Dancing (1987), Grease (1978), Shrek (2001), Ice Age (2002), and Finding Nemo (2003). school and local teams), skiing, painting, cooking, singing, and dancing (has twice competed with her school in Rock Challenge 2006 and 2007).
Entering Brown University, Rhode Island, U.S.A. after completion of the Harry Potter Movies (July 21, 2009).to study literature.
Emma's favorite actors are Johnny Depp and Russell Crowe.
Her parents divorced in 1995; each parent has since remarried. On her father's side, she has a younger half-brother, Toby, born 2003, and half-sisters (identical twins) Lucy and Nina, born in 2004. Lucy and Nina played the younger version of her character Pauline in Ballet Shoes (2007). She also has two stepbrothers through her mother's remarriage.
Has said that she'd like to work with directors Alfonso Cuarón and Guillermo del Toro.
Is a certified yoga and meditation instructor.
Is a fan of The Golden Compass (2007) and the rest of the fantasy trilogy 'His Dark Materials' by Philip Pullman.
Emma's favorite actresses are Julia Roberts, Renée Zellweger, Sandra Bullock, Rebel Wilson, Goldie Hawn, Nicole Kidman, Cate Blanchett, Helena Bonham Carter, Natalie Portman and Meryl Streep.
Is the former roommate and current best friend of America's Next Top Model (2003) Cycle 18 winner, Sophie Sumner.
Attended The Dragon School, a renowned preparatory school in Oxford, between September 1995 and July 2001. She then went on to attend Headington School, a private all-girls school, between September 2001 and July 2006.
She enrolled in a Shakespeare course at The Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts during the summer of 2008.
May 25, 2014) Graduated from Brown University with a bachelor's degree in English literature.
Emma's favorite television shows include Friends (1994), Sex and the City (1998), Girls (2012), Gossip Girl (2007), America's Next Top Model (2003), Mad Men (2007), House of Cards (2013), Pride and Prejudice (1995) and The Crown (2016).
Has two cats, one is named Bubbles and the other is named Domino.
Emma Watson has stated that, since her audition at age 9 through the completion of 8 Harry Potter features by age 22, the hectic, educational experience consumed over half her life.
She was named after her paternal grandmother, born Freda Emma Duerre who, after marriage, became Freda Emma Duerre Watson.
Was in a relationship with Will Adamowicz from 2012-2013. The couple met while studying at Oxford University in 2011.
Took AS levels in English, Geography, Art, and History of Art in May 2007, and has now dropped History of Art to pursue the three A levels.
When she made a promotional appearance on a Dutch TV talk show for Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (2007), the interview ended with her joining the Dutch illusion act Magic Unlimited, who sawed her in half.
Has the same birthday as her Beauty and the Beast co-stars: Luke Evans and her Harry Potter collaborator Emma Thompson.
Is taking legal action after private photos of her trying on various outfits were stolen and posted online.
Was ranked #3 on Empire Magazine's '100 Sexiest Movie Stars' list.
She and her Harry Potter co-stars Daniel Radcliffe and Rupert Grint were named #9 on Entertainment Weekly's Best Entertainers of the Year in 2005.
Ranked as having one of the most beautiful famous faces by "The Annual Independent Critics List of the 100 Most Beautiful Famous Faces From Around the World." She was ranked #2 in 2010, #12 in 2009, #27 in 2008, #30 in 2007, and #54 in 2006.
In 2008, BoyDestiny wrote and sang the song "You Got Me Going", also known as The Emma Watson Song.
Sixth highest paid actress of 2017 with $14 million.
Passed her driving test in the U.S. in 2008 and drives a Toyota Prius.
Was named the face of the 2009 Fall/Winter Burberry Campaign.
Radio One's movie critic James King named "Ron Weasley" and "Hermione Granger", played by Rupert Grint and Emma Watson, as number 4 in his Top 5 Movie Couples list on The Colin and Edith Show (2006).
Emma's style icons include Jean Seberg, Mia Farrow, Kate Bosworth, Diane Kruger, Jane Birkin, Edie Sedgwick, Grace Kelly, Audrey Hepburn, Lauren Bacall, Sofia Coppola, Cate Blanchett, Tilda Swinton, Françoise Hardy, Charlotte Rampling and Michelle Obama.
She served on a jury to select the 2004 teen-aged film-makers' First Light Film Awards. The ceremony was held in London's Leicester Square. Other jurors included Pierce Brosnan, Kenneth Branagh, and Samantha Morton.
In 2007, Forbes Magazine estimated her earnings for the year at $4 million.
Has worked closely with the organic and fair trade pioneer People Tree.
Announced that she would be collaborating with People Tree, a Fair Trade Fashion Company, as a creative advisor for the new Spring/Summer collection.
Emma's favorite filmmakers are Richard Curtis, Alfonso Cuarón, Guillermo del Toro, Sofia Coppola, Darren Aronofsky, Danny Boyle, David Fincher, Lynne Ramsay, Ang Lee, and Tom Hooper.
Emma Watson has combined/hyperactive type ADHD, for which she has been medicated ever since she was 5.
Has spoken in the United Nations Organization in favour of Women's Rights, including abortion.
Was ranked #8 in Portrait Magazine's 'Top 30 Under 30' (2009). 'Harry Potter' cast mates Evanna Lynch, Rupert Grint, Bonnie Wright, Tom Felton and Daniel Radcliffe also made the list on the 3rd, 5th, 7th, 14th and 18th place respectively.
Was ranked #15 on Forbes List of The 20 Top-Earning Young Superstars.
Ranked #4 by Portrait Magazine for favorite celebrities by fans' vote. Her Harry Potter co-star Bonnie Wright Had also Ranked #5.
Includes Justin Timberlake and Alanis Morissette among her favorite singers.
She was the front-runner for the role of Yelena Belova in Black Widow (2021), but it was given to Florence Pugh.
Was ranked #3 on Moviefone's '25 Hottest Actors Under 25'.
(April 24, 2011) Her publicist, Vanessa Davies, said that Emma will transfer from Brown University to another school in the Fall of 2011.
Was ranked #3 on 'Yahoo! List of the 10 Most Popular Stars of 2007'.
Was ranked #69 on Maxim magazine's Hot 100 women of 2011 list.
Once accidentally mistook Jimmy Fallon for Jimmy Kimmel.
Was born at 6:00pm (GMT + 1 hour) on a Sunday.
Voted #17 on Ask Men's top 99 'most desirable' women of 2012.
Ranked #94 on the Maxim magazine Hot 100 of 2008 list.
Was Entertainment Weekly's "Entertainer of the Month" for the month of July (2009).
She was ranked #8 on Portrait Magazine's 'Top 30 Under 30' list.
Ranked #29 on Askmen's list of the Top 99 Most Desirable women for 2013.
She was ranked #3 on Teen Vogue's list of the Best Dressed celebrities of 2009.
Ranked #15 in the 2011 FHM Australia of "100 Sexiest Women".
Was ranked #97 on Forbes List of The Celebrity 100.
Ranked #23 in the 2011 FHM list of "100 Sexiest Women in the World".
She was ranked #6 on MSN's list of 'Best Dressed Stars of 2009'.
Was ranked #28 on Entertainment Weekly's '30 Under 30' the actress list.
Ranked #29 in the 2010 FHM UK list of "100 Sexiest Women in the World".
Was ranked #26 on Empire Magazine's '100 Sexiest Movie Stars' (2007).
Named #1 on 'Sexiest Movie Stars" Poll on Empire Magazine voted by over 50 000 people around the world.
She was considered to voice Coraline Jones in "Coraline", which later went to Dakota Fanning.
Salaries
Beauty and the Beast (2017) - $15,000,000
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2 (2011) - $15,000,000
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 1 (2010) - $15,000,000
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (2007) - $4,000,000
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (2004) - $125,000
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (2002) - $125,000
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone (2001) - $125,000
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Details I noticed in Nimona pt 5
It was mentioned in this post on Instagram that Nimona was there in the crowd before the knighting ceremony. A person blocks her from view for a second and she emerges on the other side as a rat
In the video clip the news anchors play of baby Ballister hopping the fence, the Queen is there. She's sitting in a booth on the bottom right of the screen so she's slightly blocked by the crowd watching the news but she sits forward as Ballister runs in. The Director is in the upper right as she leads the class
During Ambrosius' introduction, there's a clip of him taking a selfie with a kid in the Glorodome. There are two men wearing red coats behind them who hug/lean into each other in a very couple-y pose. Are gay relationships ok here?
Ballister smiles when Ambrosius calls him "thinky face." At this point he hasn't even looked at him yet but Ambs can still make him smile
The knighting ceremony must have been done in alphabetical order by first name because that's the only way you would get Ambrosius and then Ballister right after each other
Ballister is definitely bleeding after the jumbotron falls. It looks like dirt in the shadows but he's got a huge scrape on his forehead that is red in the light
There's a reflective piece of glass or metal right by Ballister's work bench. You can see his reflection in it as he makes his arm and then Nimona's reflection as she sits in the chair, playing with the knife
The papers Nimona drew her "resume" on have the Institute logo on them. Somehow she got ahold of Institute letter paper lol
Everyone likes to talk about the symbolism of the eye highlights so here's something interesting. In the scene where Nimona declares herself his sidekick, Ballister's eye highlights are the same shape as hers. His highlights go back to squares in the next scene
A nice bit of character acting- Ballister holds his wounded shoulder as the knights shove him in the holding cell
I know people have already pointed out that you can see Nimona as a rat as the Director leaves his cell but there are also normal rats and you can hear them squeaking
Ballister's prosthetic has a ball at the top of it that mimics the ball and socket joint of the shoulder. That means that it would need something to attach to. He’s probably got a metal bit on his torso that the ball has to go into to be able to have the full mobility of a shoulder. Meaning… Ambrosius took off his arm and a chunk of his torso
As they’re walking past all the knights Nimona beat up during the jailbreak and she says “They were like this when I got here,” there’s a knight stuffed inside the vending machine and a sword sticking out of the filing cabinet
When Nimona’s cooking the mushrooms for the breakfast tacos, she breathes fire on them but her back is to the camera so that ability is still a surprise to the viewer later. You can tell it's her though because her fire is orange and the fire from the stove is blue
When Ballister takes the arrow out of Nimona's leg, she's sitting on an old car seat(?) and he's kneeling on the ground next to her with one leg up. He's got her injured leg resting across his knee. Idk maybe ppl already knew that but I always thought he was sitting on the seat next to her
The knight that Nimona points to when she says, "He just peed his armor, he peed his armor!" is the otter knight with the cast on his arm (rip that guy lol)
The Institute has a motto that's four words in Latin. It's on the Insitute's logo but is most visible when the Director does press conferences. It reads, "Trad?m?? Securitas ???????? ???????" (The bottom two words get cut off by the podium) I'm pretty sure it translates to "Keeping our way of life safe" which is the tagline on the picture of the Director Ballister has on his murder wall
After the Kingdom rebuilds, there's a shot of hover cars going in and out of the wall. On the wall, they've laid the stones to make a phoenix pattern
When Ballister hangs up Nimona's headphones when he's cleaning up the tower, her sunglasses are hung above them
pt one, pt two, pt three, pt four
#nimona#nimona movie#nimona 2023#ballister boldheart#ambrosius goldenloin#the director#queen valerin
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Canyon de Chelly
Canyon de Chelly or Canyon de Chelly National Monument is a protected site that contains the remains of 5,000 years of Native American inhabitation. Canyon de Chelly is located in the northeastern portion of the US state of Arizona within the Navajo Nation and not too far from the border with neighboring New Mexico. It is located 472 km (293 miles) northwest of Phoenix, Arizona. Canyon de Chelly is unique in the United States as it preserves the ruins and rock art of indigenous peoples that lived in the region for centuries - the Ancestral Puebloans and the Navajo. Canyon de Chelly has been recognized as a US National Monument since 1931 CE, and it is one of the most visited National Monuments in the United States today.
Geography & Prehistory
The etymology of Canyon de Chelly's name is unusual in the U.S. Southwest as it initially appears to resemble French rather than the more ubiquitous Spanish. "Chelly" is actually derived from the Navajo word tseg, which means "rock canyon" or "in a canyon." Spanish explorers and government officials began to utilize a "Chelly,” “Chegui,” and even "Chelle" in order to try to replicate the Navajo word in the early 1800s CE, which eventually was standardized to “de Chelly” by the middle of the 19th century CE.
Canyon de Chelly lies very close to Chinle, Arizona, and it is located between the Ancestral Puebloan ruins of Betakin and Kiet Siel in the west and the grand structures of Chaco Canyon in New Mexico in the east. Canyon de Chelly, as a National Monument, covers 83,840 acres (339.3 km2; 131.0 sq miles) of land that is currently owned by the Navajo tribe. Spectacularly situated on the Colorado Plateau near the Four Corner's Region, Canyon de Chelly sits at an elevation of over 1829 m (6,000 ft) and bisects the Defiance Plateau in eastern Arizona. The tributaries of the Chinle Creek, which runs through Canyon de Chelly and originates in the Chuska Mountains, have carved the rock and landscape for thousands of years, creating red cliffs that rise up an additional 305 m (1000 ft). The National Monument extends into the canyons of de Chelly, del Muerto, and Monument.
Canyon de Chelly is one of the longest continuously inhabited places anywhere in North America, and archaeologists believe that human settlement in the canyon dates back some 5,000 years. Ancient prehistoric tribes and peoples utilized the canyon while hunting and migrating seasonally, but they did not construct permanent settlements within the canyon. Nonetheless, these prehistoric peoples did leave etchings on stones and on canyon walls throughout what is now Canyon de Chelly. Around c. 200-100 BCE, peoples following a semi-agricultural and sedentary way of life began to inhabit the canyon. (Archaeologists refer to these peoples as "Basketmakers." They are considered the ancestors to the Ancestral Puebloan Peoples.) While they still hunted and gathered like their prehistoric forebears, they also farmed the land where fertile, growing corn, beans, squash, and other small crops. It is also known that they grew cotton for textile production. Yucca and grama grass have grown in the canyon for several millennia, and indigenous people utilized these plants when making baskets, sandals, and various types of mats. Prickly pear cactus (Opuntia cactaceae) and pinyon are also found throughout Canyon de Chelly, the latter of which provided an important source of food for indigenous peoples in autumn and winter. Fish are found in Canyon de Chelly's tributaries, and large and small game frequent the canyon.
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𝕭𝖊𝖉𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙
Swampstew Bedtime stories are NSFW and SFW (content warnings on each individual post) posts featuring characters in the One Piece Universe. These is where I keep all the asks I receive, random events I do, and everything in between. This is the masterlist for all stories I write of other characters aside from Eustass Kid though he also has his own section here because duh😌
Raven's Silly Events - event announcements & links to fics
- Kinktober 2022 - hella spicy
- Blind Date Event 2023
- Oh Captain, My Captain Mini Event
- Buggy's Spooktacular Special Halloween Costume Contest Collaboration
- Kinktober 2023 - hella spicy
- Valentine's Day Event
- 1K follower event - Call me on my shell phone ~ 1-800-GRANDLINE BLING
Stoned Situations - random things I come up with when I smoke😌
- OP Blunt Rotation
- Period HCs - Monster trio + Law and Kid vs. your period
#StonedWitchHours
.Killer and Kid, and how their future arc will be linked to Skypeia.
.Kid & Calgara & Skypeia arc holy trinity.
.Kid hates absent pirate idol Shanks.
.Kid's Ambition.
.Killer's Laugh.
.The Florian Triangle Curse.
Character List - every character I've written for thus far.
Benn Beckman
- Taking care of sick reader - poly relationship with Benn, reader and Shanks
Black Leg Sanji
- Taking care of insecure reader - heavy themes: mental health, depression, dysmorphia - Suggestive, poly-ish relationship with Sanji, reader and Zoro
- Voyeurism/accidental walk in head canons with multiple characters - Spicy af
- Blind Date Event ~ Sanji X F! Reader - Picnic date
Buggy the Star Clown
- Oh Captain, My Captain! mini event - simple touches
Cavendish
- Blind Date Event ~ Cavendish X F! Reader - Rooftop Bar Date
Crocodile
- Pet Play HC - Spicy, pet play head canon
- Comforting depressed reader - mental health blues
Charlotte Katakuri
- Face riding - Spicy head canons with multiple characters
- All good things to those who wait - Spicy size kink
Diez Drake
- Oh Captain, My Captain Mini Event - Spicy, bulge
Donquixote Doflamingo
- Oh Yandere! - Spicy & Dark Content
Dracule Mihawk
-Mihawk Pet Play HC - Spicy pet play head canon
Eustass Kid
- Say My Name - Spicy praise kink
- Rock Star God - Spicy auralism kink
- Eustass Kid loves to touch you - suggestive at best, mostly fluff
- 200 Follower Milestone - Spicy voyeurism kink
- Voyeurism/accidental walk in with multiple characters, spicy af
- Oh Yandere! - Spicy & Dark Content
- 500 Follower Milestone - Eustass Kid deserves a day off
- Taking care of burnt out reader - head canons, fluff and spicy head canons, Shanks is here too
- Just the Tip - Spicy
- Oh Captain, My Captain! mini event - Spicy types of kisses
- Oh Captain, My Captain! mini event - Domestic intimacy + painting
- Buggy's Spooktacular Special Costume Contest - Sexy Sauron
- Lemon into lemonade - spicy, yandere-type Kid but make it dubious consensual
- Really Really - spicy/suggestive, provoking the virgin loserboy captain
- Tulips - spicy, tasty sex pollen trope
- First Date - fluffy blind date inspired by twt
- You Picked Dare - suggestive drabble inspired by art from @magnuspirate
- Eustass Kid's baby mama - comfort mostly
- Oh Baby - Accidental pregnancy scenario based off a fanart
- Yearning - Stubborn reader matches Kid's stubborness
- Captain's little bitch - spicy, genderbent Kid, WLW + pet play
Franky the Cyborg
- Blind Date Event ~ Franky X F! Reader - Street racing and star gazing date
Gol D. Roger
- Oh Captain, My Captain, mini event - spicy, multi kink
Killer
- Vacation getaway - fluff
- Face riding - Spicy head canons with multiple characters
- Oh Yandere! - Spicy & Dark Content
- Spoiling Killer - Killer deserves a day off
Kyros
- Blind Date Event ~ Kyros X F! Reader - Dinner and Karaoke date
Marco the Phoenix
- Blind Date Event ~ Marco X M! Reader - Beach bar and bonfire date
- Beach road trip - fluff, poly relationship with Marco, reader and Ace
- The Best Doctor in Town - spicy, Marco x Transmasc reader
Monkey D. Luffy
- Oh Yandere!
- Oh Captain, My Captain mini event - spicy play
Portgas D. Ace
- Beach road trip - fluff, poly relationship with Ace, reader and Marco
Red Haired Shanks
- Blind Date Event ~ Shanks X F! Reader - Drive-in movie and disco club date
- Taking care of sick reader - poly relationship with Shanks, reader and Benn
- Taking care of burnt out reader - fluff and spicy head canons, Eustass Kid is here too
- Oh Captain, My Captain mini event - Spicy. Subtle intimacy + hiding in plain sight
- Oh Captain, My Captain mini event - angst, lovers to enemies
Rocks D. Xebec
- Oh Yandere! - Spicy & Dark Content
Roronoa Zoro
- BDSM Variety Bag - Spicy, multi kink
- Taking care of insecure reader - Heavy themes: mental health, depression, dysmorphia - Suggestive, poly-ish relationship with Zoro, reader and Sanji
- Voyuerism/walk in kink head canons - spicy, multiple characters
- Oh Yandere! - Spicy & Dark Content
- Blind Date Event ~ Zoro X GN Reader - Carnival date
- Oh Baby - Accidental pregnancy scenario based off a fanart
Sabo
- Blind Date Event ~ Sabo X F! Reader - Arcade date
Silvers Rayleigh
- Dark King Brat Tamer - spicy, Rayleigh x F Reader
Trafalgar Law
- Secret Recipe - Law makes hot chocolate bombs
- Something Growing - fluff
- Face riding - Spicy head canons with multiple characters
- Oh Yandere! - Spicy & Dark Content
- Blind Date Event ~ Law X M! Reader - Coffee house date
- Rough Night - Spicy with delayed aftercare
- Oh Captain, My Captain mini event - Sleep, simple touches
- Oh Captain, My Captain mini event - Spicy, Tucking you hair
- Oh Baby - Accidental pregnancy scenario based off a fanart
Vinsmoke Niji
- Oh Yandere! - Spicy & Dark Content
Yamato
- Blind date event ~ Yamato X GN Reader - Ramen date
#swampstew bedtime stories#swampstew stories#masterlist#navigation#eustass kid#massacre soldier killer#sir crocodile#vinsmoke sanji#vinsmoke niji#black leg sanji#roronoa zoro#monkey d luffy#mugiwara no luffy#trafalgar law#donquixote doflamingo#charlotte katakuri#dracule mihawk#eustass kid x y/n#killer x y/n#crocodile x y/n#sanji x y/n#zoro x y/n#law x y/n#law x oc#niji x y/n#rocks d. xebec#xebec x reader#katakuri x y/n#hawkeye mihawk#doflamingo smut
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Hey everyone I got tagged by @hanhowls to answer some cool questions, tysm I appreciate it! Last song I listened to:
Currently watching: I actually just finished Monsters, The Lyle and Erik Menendez Story. What an absolute rollercoaster! Looking for something new to watch so if anyone has any recs hmu Last movie watched? My gf and I planned on rewatching the Harry Potter movies and we last watched the Sorcerer's Stone a little before Maggie Smith's passing. Watching the other ones is definitely gonna hit different now Sweet, spicy or savory? Why not all of them? I say spicy, sweet and savory, in that exact order. Relationship status? Very taken and in a LDR with the most amazing woman to exist @sink--orswim 💛 Current obsession? Hmm....True crime docs. Also some songs I recently discovered. And this open world game that I've been playing for quite some time now, it's just so good. Oh and I've been following the whole Diddy scandal and it's mindblowing to see how deep this rabbit hole actually is although I am not surprised about it either. Last thing I googled? Since I just finished watching that series I mentioned above I just googled for some reddit threads to kind of see what people think about the series as well as the actual events and what people think is the truth to this whole thing. I tag my beautiful gf @sink--orswim as well as some of my lovely mutuals: @wetwicksdry, @inlovewetrust555, @you-had-me-at-whoa, @mossworldsstuff, @illuminfae-ix, @sleepylilangel, @halosydne, @m0th-wings, @m-kv, @phoenix----rising, @777divineintervention, @alien222, @planetaerium, @xxintuitionxx
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WIP TITLE TAG GAME
@leatafandom This is the third time I’ve tried to make this damned post. Lol! @staff (tumblr) keeps eating my post even though it tells me it is saving my draft. Anyway, here is my list.
Please feel free to ask any questions about any of the docs by file name either by comment, reblog, or ask. Thank you!
Winchesters A Life in the Hunter House
(Hades — Tartarus) The Empty’s Daughter
#99 prompt
#99.2 prompt
A Father’s Daughter
Alec M x Reader Crush
Alec x Reader 2
All around me 2.0 (Slow Burn)
Alpha Angel Cas x Omega!Witch!F! Reader
Alpha! Dean x Omega F!
Alpha Dr Castiel Alpha Dean sinus problems true mates
An Angel’s Unexpected Companion
Angst Reader Hurt/Comfort wHappy unexpected ending
Ao3 2023 Kinktober
Ao3 Romancing the Hunter
Ao3 Xmes Exchange Quicky 2023
Ask Request 2024-02-28 Beau x Reader
Ask Request 2024-05-31 Sam Wesson x Gabriel
Ask Request 2024-06-12 Billy Butcher x m/ftm
Ask Request 2024-06-13 Dean or Jensen x Older F! Reader
Ask Request 2024-06-29 Sam x Methos
Ask Request 2024-07-02 FicFacers 2024 (Oct due date)
AU - BDSM Dom Cas Switch/Dom Dean x Sub Fem
Bankers, Fairies, and Foreclosures, Oh my! (From @writing-prompt-s)
Being a sex god isn’t all it’s cracked up to be
Blood in Heaven and Hell - Alex Drabble - Making a boring chore a little more fun together
Blood in Heaven and Hell - Boredom WIP
Blood in Heaven and Hell - Disassociation 2
Blood in Heaven and Hell - Timestamp.2 Horror Movie
Burning Up
Destiel Date Night
Destiel Rabbit Moth Love Story
Domestic Destiel #? Glowy Angel seduction
Dragon Cas x Dean Plot (Giant and Pet meme)
Falling in love with Angel ORIGINAL
God-made Nephilim Rescues Castiel
Guardian of Humanity scene Drabble
Guardian of Humanity journal and scene
Heat
Ignoring the Alpha’s Voice
Ignoring Their Omega
Imagine Dean comes home after a bad day. (from @harmonity-vibes)
Nephilim of Stone
Post 15x19 DestielxAlex
Purpose
Rough time with your mental illness 2.0 (from @imaginethatsupernatural )
Scent Out, Make Out
Sick Stubborn Reader x Angel Cas
Soldier Boy x Flirty Reader
Spn Fairy Tales: The Ugly Duckling, a Destiel story (inspired by @fledglinginatrenchcoat-blog)
Spn poly Drabble 2023-08-30
SPNBB…
Sugar Daddy Horseman Death x Lucifer
Tell Me No Lies
Tell Me No Lies 2.0 (Nightingale Witch)
The Angel’s Mate 2.0
The Fluffstiel Bang 2024 — Story
The Fluffstiel Bang 2024 — Story 2.0
The Omega
The Packless, no longer less —Bad Day (Becoming the Pack Alpha's Mate)
The Packless, no longer less SERIES
The Virus ORIGINAL
They don’t know when to quit
Trigger Warning
True Mate A/B/O DestielxAfab
Two Men and the Virgin
Warming Him Up
Winchester!Sister x Castiel
I’m gonna go a step beyond because I can. I am going to advise WIPs in my TUMBLR DRAFTS too. This will include the date, title or inspiration, and pairing if I have one.
Jul 2 - Moth to A Flame, Soldier Boy x F!Reader
Feb 29 - “Could you tell me another story while we drive to our destination, (Y/N)?” from @imaginethatsupernatural
Aug 20, 2022 - Angel!Castiel x Hunter!Reader (GN)
Jul 15, 2022 - Sub/Switch!Bi!Dean Winchester x Sub!F!Reader x Dom!Bi!Castiel
Just realized I didn’t tag anyone. Lol! Of course, no pressure. Only if you have time. 😊 ❤️❤️❤️ @luci-in-trenchcoats @zationao3 @riley-phoenix @lotus820 @impala-dreamer @spnexploration @destielshipper4cas @sharkfish @niche-pastiche @wisteria-lodge @naughtystiel
#wip title tag game#doc names#ask me about a file#supernatural#dark Angel#the boys#Highlander the series crossover#standard era Sam#Sam Wesson#dean winchester#Castiel#AU#alternate universe#kid fic#ficfacers#destiel#Methos#sam winchester#Elle em bee#horseman death#Soft Lucifer#omegaverse#a/b/o#spn#jensen ackles#Inspired fics
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Pokemon-Inspired Spells (Part 1)
Pokemon was my very first special interest, and although I find myself drifting away from the modern games it will always have a special place in my heart!
As such, here are three of the most interesting spells I've made that are inspired by pokemon moves.
(art by dktom94 on reddit)
Aeroblast
School: Evocation (Air) Level: Sorcerer/Wizard 7 Elemental School: Air 7 Casting Time: 1 standard action Components: V, S Range: 100ft Target: A number of creatures equal to up to ½ your caster level within a 100ft cone emanating from your mouth. Saving Throw: No Spell Resistance: Yes
You blast from your throat a powerful yet precise stream of razor-sharp wind that shreds through your opponents, striking them with precision while avoiding your allies. For each target within the cone, make a ranged touch attack. On a successful attack, deal 1d6 slashing damage per level (maximum 20d6). The critical threat range of this spell is 18-20.
Sacred Fire
School: Evocation (Good, Fire) Level: Cleric/ Oracle 7 Casting Time: 1 standard action Components: V, S, Material (see text) Range: Medium (100ft+10ft/level) Target: A single living creature or corpse Duration: Instantaneous Saving Throw: Fortitude half and partial (see text) Spell Resistance: Yes
You bathe the target in holy phoenix fire. The effects of this spell vary based on the creature’s alignment and status; Evil living creature- If the target is evil, they take 1d6 damage per level (maximum 20d6) that is half fire and half sacred. Creatures dealt damage this way are permanently marred by flames, taking a -6 penalty to strength and charisma. A successful fortitude save halves the damage and prevents the marring. This marring can be restored by Restoration or a similar effect. Neutral living creature- If the target is neither good nor evil, they take 1d6 fire damage for every 2 levels you have (maximum 10d6) and take 2 strength damage. A successful fortitude save halves the damage and negates the strength damage. Good living creature- If the target is a living good creature, they gain 1d6 hp per level (maximum 20d6) and remove the fatigued, exhausted, shaken, panicked, and cowering conditions. Good corpse- If the target is the intact body of a good-aligned creature that has been dead for no more than 1 day, the spell has an additional material cost of rare phoenix feather worth 5,000gp. The creature is brought back to life, as with the spell Raise Dead. Nongood corpse- If the target is the intact body of a non-good creature, the corpse is destroyed, leaving no remains to resurrect or reanimate.
Stealth Rock
School: Conjuration (Earth) Level: Animist/Druid 4, Shaman 4, Sorcerer/Wizard 4 Elemental School: Earth 4 Casting Time: 1 standard action Components: V, S, M (A pinch of grit taken from a creature with the Earth subtype) Range: Long (400ft+40ft/level) Effect: a 40ft line of buried stone that, when a creature passes over them, strikes out and attacks. Duration: 1 hour/level Saving Throw: No Spell Resistance: No
You embed sharp pointed stones in a 40ft line within earth or similar soil. The line may curve or form a circle. When a creature passes over that line, including airspace up to 120ft above it, the stones slip from the ground and attack them, making a ranged attack (in the case of creatures in the air) or a melee attack (in the case of creatures on the ground) against that creature, using your character level as its BAB and your casting stat as its dexterity of strength bonus, whichever would be appropriate for the attack. These stats are decided at the moment of casting. Creatures hit by the stones take 4d8 damage that is half bludgeoning and half piercing. The stones have a collective amount of HP equal to 5 points per caster level and a hardness of 10; once the requisite damage is dealt to them, all stones are rendered non-functional. The spells Stone Shape, Soften Earth and Stone, and Stone to Flesh also render the stones non-functional, although the caster must succeed on a caster level check with DC equal to 10+your caster level at time of casting. Stealth rock can be detected with a perception check with DC equal to the spell DC+4. This spell can be made permanent by the spell Permanency by a caster of level 11 or higher and by spending 7,500gp.
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POM POM: KILLER OF MASCOT GAMES VOL.2 #1
Pom Pom vs Phoenix Wright
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"Ms. Pom, you are now admitting to the claims against you about taking down 12 different mascots, is that correct?" "Incorrect..." "HOLD IT!-Ms.Pom, didn't you just-" "Make that 13. Not 12." "….! 13?… By my records there's no documentation of similar scenes comparable to your work. This is vital information to the trial so your punishment is justified. Who is #13, Ms.Pom?" "…" "Ms. Pom. Who is #13?!?!?!…" "…" "… M-Ms. Pom! Who… Who is it!?…"
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"… ……. -Who is it?…."
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Stone's documentation of the case: 6:00, end of session: Ms.Pom entered the court with a seemingly genuine remorseful front. She began alongside her attorney, Mr.Edgeworth, pleading not guilty. The suspect began her case with the same remorseful attitude-reminding most of a scared child. By past personal experiences and multiple attempts to interrogate the suspect, she seems to genuinely believe this. With Mr.Phoenix's questioning, however, the two have seemed to trade confidence levels, as Ms.Pom has seemed to take notice that the questioning attorney was a game protagonist, himself. However, this trade of confidence has caused her to admit the murders of Mario Mario, Conker T. Squirrel, Bubsy Bobcat, Kirby, Taizo Hori, Tyrone Tasmanian Tiger, Olgilvie Maurice Hedgehog, Banjo Bear, Kazooie, Bug-exclamation point... Link-...Link? And Crash Bandicoot... *ahem* Bunch of circus freaks *cough* Ms.Pom has been sentenced to death row for her transactions. Her defendant, Mr.Edgeworth, only seems to be distracted by a missing pen. 7:30, update 2: The building is currently on lockdown. No one is permitted to leave the premise until the whereabouts of Ms.Pom and Mr.Wright are verified.
Character descriptions:
Pom Pom:
Pom Pom is a virus/glitch formed by the scrapped side-scrolling arcade game from the early 90's “Pom-Pom Panic”. Pom Pom (the main character of Pom Pom Panic) for whatever reason gained sentience halfway during the game’s development. The game was cancelled halfway because the publishing company thought it was too bizarre of a concept and mascot character to gain interest. Pom Pom heard of the news and took it way too personally, as she literally cannot fathom why someone would think she’s ‘bizarre’-even to the point of getting ‘axed’. Prompted by the ‘poor judgement’ Pom Pom went rouge-breaking from her game to ‘axe’ any ‘approved’ game mascots/characters she thought could count as ‘bizarre’ like her.
Power Officer Stone:
Stone is the amalgamation of a couple things, exactly what people aren't sure of, but it's safely assumed that he's a mix between scrapped virtual PSA mascots, an antivirus/piracy program, and the anti drug campaigns they used to put in arcade games. Stone is the embodiment of anti piracy screens and uses all of his time to prevent virtual crimes and viruses. He also can duplicate himself and multitask. However, because of his frustrations against the fact that he can't really punish pirates in real life, he often bounces the punishment to the closest playable character. For that, he's infamous amongst most virtual realms.
#remember to read!#lucky number 13!!!!!!#remember to share-it might help you out more than you think#or at least start looking upward :)#pheonix wright#pheonix wright ace attorney#ace attorney#pom pom#pom pom killer of mascot games#power officer stone#miles edgeworth#mascot characters#2000s games#90s games#retro gaming#clown#clowncore
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Hey, lovely witchlings! As the sun reaches its zenith and the earth is in full bloom, we come to Litha, the summer solstice, a time of abundance, vitality, and celebration. This Sabbat marks the longest day of the year and the peak of solar energy, when the sun's power is at its strongest.
A Briefing on the History: Litha, also known as Midsummer or the Summer Solstice (Northern hemisphere: June 20th or 21st; Southern hemisphere: December 20th or 21st), is a magical time when the sun reaches its zenith in the sky. It’s the longest day of the year, and the sun seems to pause, bathing the earth in its warm glow. Our ancestors celebrated this pivotal moment with fire and water, acknowledging the balance between light and darkness. Stone circles like Stonehenge were oriented to capture the rising sun on this sacred day. Early European traditions included lighting large wheels on fire and rolling them down hills into bodies of water. The Romans honored this time as sacred to Juno, goddess of women and childbirth, giving us the month of June.
History:
Ancient Roots: Litha has ancient origins and has been celebrated by various cultures and civilizations throughout history. It is often associated with sun worship and the celebration of light, fertility, and abundance.
Solar Phenomenon: Litha occurs around June 20th or 21st in the Northern Hemisphere when the sun reaches its highest point in the sky, resulting in the longest day and the shortest night of the year.
Symbolism: The Summer Solstice symbolizes the triumph of light over darkness, as well as the peak of growth and vitality in the natural world. It is a time of celebration, joy, and abundance.
Correspondences: -> Symbolism: Life, fire, rebirth, transformation, power, purity -> Colors: Red, gold, orange, yellow, white, green, blue -> Herbs: St. John’s Wort, lavender, rose, peony, vervain, chamomile, chickweed, chicory, sunflower, lily, thyme, and more -> Crystals: Lapis, diamond, tiger’s eye, emerald, jade, and other green stones -> Animals: Butterflies, wren, horses, stags, robins, cattle, phoenixes, dragons, faeries, satyrs
Here are a few ways to honor the magic of Litha:
Rituals and Activities: - Bonfires: Light a bonfire to honor the sun’s power. - Sunrise/Sunset Greeting: Greet the sun at its highest point in the sky. - Create an Altar: Decorate it with sunflowers, oranges, and yellow candles. - Cleansing Herb Bundle: Make your own bundle for purification. - Sun Tea: Brew tea using sun-infused water. - Burn a Bay Leaf: Write intentions on a bay leaf and burn it - Fertility Ritual: Litha is a time of fertility and growth, and rituals may focus on promoting abundance, creativity, and prosperity. Some practitioners may plant seeds or perform fertility rites to symbolize the fertile energy of the Earth.
Modern Celebrations:
-> Community Gatherings: Many Wiccan and pagan communities host public rituals and gatherings to celebrate Litha, inviting people of all backgrounds to join in the festivities and honor the sun's energy. -> Altar Decorations: Altars are adorned with symbols of the sun, such as gold or yellow candles, sunflowers, citrus fruits, and solar symbols like the sun wheel or the Celtic solar cross. -> Feasting: Traditional foods associated with Litha include fresh fruits, vegetables, honey, bread, dairy products, and grilled meats. These foods celebrate the abundance of the summer harvest and nourish the body and spirit. -> Nature Walks: Taking a nature walk or spending time outdoors is a simple yet meaningful way to connect with the energy of Litha and appreciate the beauty of the natural world during the height of summer.
Recipes: 1. Mead: A honey wine enjoyed by our Celtic and Norse ancestors and many to this day. It is easier to support local experts in the craft of making this than starting up a whole kit of making mead. Choose wisely. (I included a basic starter recipe for those brave enough to venture into the fermentation game. I'll stick to supporting my local businesses!) 2. Sun Tea: If you are unable to drink alcohol or prefer not to, sun tea is a great alternative or a great addition to your Litha celebration! They are called "sun tea" because it is tea brewed from the warmth of direct sunlight! If the weather is cloudy, sun tea may not be the best recipe to try. Common sense <3! 5. Sunflower Seed Pesto Pasta: Cook pasta (such as penne or fusilli) according to package instructions. In a food processor, combine fresh basil leaves, garlic cloves, sunflower seeds, Parmesan cheese, olive oil, and a squeeze of lemon juice. Blend until smooth. Toss the cooked pasta with the sunflower seed pesto, cherry tomatoes, and sliced summer squash or zucchini. Serve topped with additional Parmesan cheese and fresh basil leaves. 6. Summer Solstice Salad: Mix a variety of fresh greens, such as spinach, arugula, and butter lettuce. Add sliced strawberries, blueberries, and orange segments for a burst of color and sweetness. Sprinkle with toasted almonds or walnuts and crumbled goat cheese or feta cheese. Drizzle with a dressing made from olive oil, balsamic vinegar, honey, and a pinch of salt and pepper. 6. Grilled Vegetable Platter: Slice a selection of summer vegetables, such as bell peppers, eggplant, zucchini, yellow squash, and red onions. Brush the vegetables with olive oil and season with salt, pepper, and your choice of herbs (such as rosemary or thyme). Grill the vegetables until tender and lightly charred, then arrange them on a platter. Serve with a dipping sauce made from Greek yogurt, lemon zest, garlic, and fresh herbs. 7. Honey-Lavender Lemonade: In a saucepan, combine water, honey, and dried lavender buds. Heat gently until the honey is dissolved, then remove from heat and let the mixture steep for 15-20 minutes. Strain the lavender-infused honey mixture into a pitcher and discard the lavender buds. Add freshly squeezed lemon juice to the pitcher and stir to combine. Serve the honey-lavender lemonade over ice, garnished with fresh lavender sprigs and lemon slices. 8. Berry Galette: Prepare a simple pie dough or use store-bought dough for the crust. Roll out the dough and transfer it to a baking sheet lined with parchment paper. In a bowl, mix fresh berries (such as strawberries, raspberries, and blueberries) with sugar, cornstarch, and a squeeze of lemon juice. Spoon the berry mixture onto the center of the dough, leaving a border around the edges. Fold the edges of the dough over the berries, pleating as needed. Brush the edges of the dough with milk or beaten egg, then sprinkle with coarse sugar. Bake the galette in a preheated oven until the crust is golden brown and the berries are bubbling. Serve warm with a scoop of vanilla ice cream or whipped cream.
Remember, Litha is a celebration of the sun’s abundance and the Earth’s fertility. Embrace the warmth, dance, and honor the cycles of life. Blessed be! 🌻🔥🌿
Note: This post is a brief overview. For more details, explore the rich traditions and make Litha your own! 🌞🌙
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGGGGGGGG!
So fucking few people care about the fucking nightshades, duuuuuude.....
And your constant babbling about the details and myriad of OCs for your continuation of your story is honestly off-putting when I care only for the main few Netflix-canon characters. Yes, i can just not follow you, but I' m too freaking invested in the story you're writing.
So, can you just chill out and at the least finish the first SA story?? Cause, for sure, I won't be tuning in for the sequel, but I'd really like to finish reading your take on the S1 plot.
Peace to you, dude!
P.S. and just chill with the superiority attitude due to your age & knowledge. Nobody asks you to be everyone's life teacher, protector & guardian.
🤔
If you do follow me, then you should know that since appx. a year ago, I've faced significant Life is Shitty roadblocks to finishing 8. Like losing the only two friends in this building to protect and commiserate with me about the building manager who's been harassing me for 15 years (the same amount of time I had the dog that just died; she harassed me on the day that he died about him "pissing and shitting in the halls" even though he hadn't even been in the hall for years due to his paralysis...that is the type of harassment I face every day bc she's fucking insane). And of course, caring for and losing my dog. It takes a lot of time, energy, and attention to care for a senior dog with dementia, and that's what I'd been doing for the past six or so months. I am isolated, physically disabled, and...I dunno, I don't have the words for it. Not any good words. Sometimes I forget to eat and drink.
But I'll stop with the excuses.
Couple of Rudes I'd like to poke at:
"And your constant babbling about the details and myriad of OCs for your continuation of your story is honestly off-putting when I care only for the main few Netflix-canon characters."
Myriad. 🤔 So far, I count only four with speaking lines, and a couple of them have been negligible to the storyline so far (but not the first one):
Chancellor Laslow, Rowan's father
Mishizu Herz, one of the Nopperabo students (and who is canon, she's the faceless girl that Enid and Wednesday pass by in the beginning, so she isn't that much of an OC)
Judge Christine Stone, the judge who sentenced Tyler & Co. for their part in the assault on Xavier
David Breeding, the icky (VERY fucking icky) right wing, anti-Outcast Jericho city councilman.
Morella, if you want to count the cat.
I didn't think four "original" characters was overwhelming in a 150,000 word monster, but I guess it is. I must be in competition with Rowling's Order of the Phoenix.
"So, can you just chill out and at the least finish the first SA story?? Cause, for sure, I won't be tuning in for the sequel, but I'd really like to finish reading your take on the S1 plot."
Hardly anyone in the fandom:
Me: I fucking love the Nightshades, there isn't enough about the Nightshades, the sequel to Satisfying Afterburn is going to be extremely Nightshades heavy!
You: Cool, I love the Nightshades too and only care about the canon Nightshades and for sure won't be reading your sequel.
Me: ???
I mean, thanks for the limited readership?
"P.S. and just chill with the superiority attitude due to your age & knowledge. Nobody asks you to be everyone's life teacher, protector & guardian."
Do you often say such degrading things to people you don't know? I mean really. Who follows someone for their story and thinks typing up any of this is encouraging them to finish it?
People like you are part of the reason why I'm such an asshole.
But as to our precious Nightshades, you'll get plenty (PLENTY) of them in 8, much more than fkn Millar & Gough gave us. The scene where 7 ended upon will be continued, but it will appear at the end of Part 1. In the meantime before (after...I told you, this is complicated) that in Part 1, there is a huge Wenjax scene as well. In Part 2 you'll get to see Xavier in the cruiser with Donovan (I already posted a snippet of that months back), Yoko & the Gang evacuating Nevermore, extended Bianca and Ajax scenes, and in Part 3 the Nightshades will get their wrap-up. Goody, the original American Nightshade, will also make more appearances than the ones that she does in canon 8.
All of the Nightshades are valuable to me, and they — along with their Nightshade Society parents — are the core of what my sequel will be about. But yanno. It's whatever.
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Good day liv! :D, hope you have a very good weekend. I want to ask you if you have any fics that had “saint” Potter and “sinner” Draco vibe. And thank you for all the recs you have been making, they’re truly delightful :).
Hi anon! That’s such an interesting ask, I’m not sure these fics are what you’re looking for but I think they might interest you:
Let Me Have You and I'll Let You Save Me by Frayach (M, 6k)
Draco keeps coming back, and Harry keeps letting him. Draco can’t stay away, and Harry can’t live without him.
The Seventh Life by corvuscrowned (E, 18k)
If Draco had looked the other way, he may never have seen him again. But Draco turned, because he always would have turned. He found him, because he always would have found him - in life, in death, or in Paris.
The Good Guys by Frayach (E, 26k)
The Second Voldemort War is limping into its fourth year, and the Forces of Shining Light are slowly turning into the Forces of Expedient Grey. When Draco Malfoy is captured red-handed trying to sell an illegal potion to a clerk at Borgin & Burkes, he is handed over to the Department of Essential and Necessary Truth’s newest interrogator. And as soon as he sees Malfoy, bound and waiting in his cell, Harry Potter knows he’s in trouble. Deep trouble.
We Are Legend by Vaysh (E, 38k)
Eighty years into the future, Voldemort won. Harry Potter is a renegade wizard, Portkeying Muggles out of London to Hogwarts, last sanctuary in a Britain ruled by the Dark Lord. On a mission he encounters a powerful phoenix Animagus fighting on the Death Eaters' side.
A Pocket Full of Stones by waterwings (E, 68k)
A curse is spreading through the wizarding world, erasing memories of the war. Harry Potter is on the case! Where Draco is the DMLE’s most wanted dark wizard and Harry is the private investigator tasked with bringing him in. It goes as well as one might expect.
Super Rich Kids by trishjames (E, 81k)
Draco Malfoy has become disillusioned by the glitz and glamour of the scandalous lives of the Post-Second Wizarding War Pureblood Elite. Enter: one existential crisis, one group of thieving cynical friends, and several terrible, terrible decisions.
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