#bewitching vex

[teekays]

anyway. does anyone want to come with me to add estrogen to the water in buffalo i need owen power to realize some things

[strixhaven]

nobody is doing it like the dark urge

[thegeminisage]

i'm still thinking about that fanfic. i have gone through every fandom i'd be willing to write for and tried to apply same or similar concepts and they all fall flat. how did that author write 80% of a perfect fic and then drop the ball like that...bestie can you do a redux...

[stonerzelda]

Am i gonna procrastinate hard enough today that i actually build jermas dollhouse for my hamster out of cardboard.

[pinkmarshmallowart]

I love Vex. Idk why, but she is my fav vox machina character. She bewitched my body and soul. Probably, partially because she is cool bear mom. Can't wait for tlovm season 3😫

[calummss]

Eye of the Beholder | Penelope Featherington

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summary: you had liked penelope for as long as you could remember and watched her change for someone else. at least so you thought

pairing: sapphic! penelope featherington x lesbian! reader

words: 1k

a/n: i <3 penelope sm and needed a wlw imagine so bad. spent 1 hour on this so if it’s bad i apologise but it’s 4am and i couldn’t sleep without finishing this story

“Pen!” You called out from the Featherington’s hallway. “Make haste, we are already late. Madame Delacroix promised us those fabrics from Paris and I am in desperate need of new garments.”

Farleigh raised her eyebrows at you but remained silent as she glanced up the stairs to see if Penelope had heard the lady shout from downstairs; improper manners but being late to an appointment was far more rude.

Penelope eventually made it downstairs wearing her bright yellow dress. Penelope hated the citrus colours her mamma always had her wear. You thought it rather suited her. It was a happy colour indeed and she looked the kindest in them. The details were too much—you agreed with Pen on that but she looked beautiful in any colour. How could she not? She had hair, orange like the sunsets over London; rosy cheeks that matched her fiery hair; when she was embarrassed or vexed, feeling too hot or cold, the apples of her cheeks would shine bright alike. She was so very bewitching but you could never tell her. It was unheard of—a woman in love with another? No one ever even uttered a word of queer affections. So you stayed silent and admired her from afar.

“Ready?”

“Indeed.” She beamed, taking your arms and headed towards the carriage that waited outside.

At the Modiste you eyed a pink fabric that Madame Delacroix had laid out for you. Pink like little piglets and flowers, decorated with the most marvellous design of glitter. Penelope had strayed away from the citrus colour and asked Madame Delacroix for the latest fabric from Paris that weren’t orange or yellow.

“Do you think it wise to alter your mamma’s signature colours?” You asked.

“I simply do not understand her fixation on citrus colours. ‘Happy’ colours indeed but it makes me look washed out. Sick even. It is not for me.”

“I think you look pretty.”

“You might be the only one in Mayfair who thinks so.”

“I doubt so,” you walked towards the mirror to stand opposite Penelope, “but if you must know, those colours Madam Delacroix chose rather suit you quite well..”

“You think so?” You swear you saw a tinkle in her eyes.

“Yes.”

Madame Delacroix promised Penelope six new gowns, one to be done in two days time just in time for Lady Danbury’s first ball of the season. It was both Pen’s and yours third season out with no prospects to show. Either men were too interested in you or not. Believed you to be some kind of dog they could just tell about. And with your conveyed feelings you weren’t even quite sure you wanted a love match with a man. A woman sounded much more pleasing but out of reach. Your family; your papa, mamma and younger sister knew of your unwise choices and savoured the word of acceptance over and over again but that it was a fantasy that could never be real. That you had to marry a man and that it would be easier to forget. Society liked women in brothels that performed together. Was queer love only good for the pleasure of others?

It was even harder knowing that Penelope felt for Colin Bridgerton. He barely eyed her and yet her affections were in a box with a key only he could open. Penelope had grown more silent on the matter and not staring too much out of her window. It was odd for Pen not to stare into Bridgerton house but you couldn’t blame her. A flame only lasted so long.

At the ball you had waited by the food table in hopes of Penelope finding you. The two of you enjoyed being stuck to the wall and observing the ton. The most peculiar things did happen when one thought no one was around to see. You saw the Featherington’s arrive when you noticed that Penelope hadn’t taken her cape off and when the staff helped her remove it, Pen stood on top of the stairs like a fallen angel. The green complimented her well. Well was an understatement. It was unmatched. You weren’t even able to get to Pen as the suitors went up one by one.

When the suitors did eventually leave, Cressida had walked up in the same moment and you saw her purposely edging the heel of her foot into her fabric so that when Pen tried to come towards you, her gown had ripped.

“How mortifying! I am so clumsy. My deepest apologies.” She said, cruelty marking her every word.

Penelope stared at you and without warning rushed outside. You followed her after telling Cressida off, hoping she would one day learn her lesson.

Outside Pen started weeping, a sight you wished you wouldn’t have to witness.

“Pen, I am so sorry.”

“I am the laughing stock of the ton even when I change my entire wardrobe!”

“You didn’t have to change to begin with.”

“All night I waited to be noticed. To be admired but who could I blame?” She let out a concealed sigh with a laugh.

“Pen,” you grabbed her hands, “I saw Colin look at you. I am very sure he was engaged by your charm.”

“Colin?” Pen pulled her hands back. “Who said I’m talking about Colin?”

“Are we not?” You asked carefully.

“No, I am talking about you!” She shouted, her chest rising and falling.

“What?” You mumbled.

“All day,” she breathed out, “I waited to be beholden by you. To see you gaze at me in a way that is considered forbidden but you didn’t.”

“I—“

“Nevermind, I should have never said what I said. I’m-a-fool-and-should’ve-stayed-quiet-and—“

“Shut up.” You muttered before kissing Penelope.

A momentarily calmness came over Penelope as she melted into the kiss. You had grabbed her by the face and pulled her in. Her hands held your wrists and she kissed you back so softly, unsure if the kiss was reality or fantasy.

“You have kissed me,” Pen pulled back.

“Shouldn’t I have?”

“I’m not sure, I—“

“Kiss me again.”

And she did. With the same tenderness as before as you nervously waited for the carriage to arrive and to take you two home.

[hisui-dreamer]

Hi, congratulations on 1k followers! I love your writing a lot and I was hoping you could do Villainess AUs with Malleus? Like isekai manhwa style? Thank you!!

the gazelle's sweet briar

Pairing: Malleus Draconia x f!reader

Synopsis: your first objective was to avoid the main characters, but it's not easy when you only have the memories of your friend's ramblings to work off of

Tags: cliché isekai plot, reincarnation, fluff, arranged marriage, tw (mentioned): bad parenting, patriarchal society, death

Word count: 1.6k+

Notes: @coralinnii has an amazing series based on isekai villainesses, so i definitely recommend you check out her work too! im so in love with it (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

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Once upon a time, there lived a villainess of exceptional allure, her visage as enchanting as a moonlit night. However, this bewitching beauty concealed a heart blackened by a singular obsession with appearances.

From the earliest days of her upbringing, her mother, a woman who had managed to step into aristocracy by charming a noble, had instilled in her a cruel belief: that those who were not blessed with physical perfection were destined for lives of relentless mockery and eternal solitude. This twisted ideology consumed the villainess' every thought, blinding her to the virtues of education and morality. She became nothing more than a porcelain doll, admired solely for her aesthetic charm.

The King arranged a marriage between her and Duke Draconia, the enigmatic descendant of the dragons who ruled the northern lands, believing that such a striking bride would surely please the reclusive Duke.

However, the King remained oblivious to the swirling rumours that pervaded the courtly circles. Whispers spoke of the Duke as a hideous man who had never once revealed his face, perpetually concealed behind a forbidding black mask. When the rumours reached the villainess' ears, she threw tantrum after tantrum, vehemently refusing to wed a man whose appearance couldn't possibly match her own.

Yet, a royal decree could not be denied. Reluctantly, the villainess embarked on her journey to the northern realm in bitter acceptance. It had rained the moment she arrived, the castle dark and uninviting, with thorns crawling onto the obsidian walls. The Duke, an oblivious and shy man, did not greet her at the grand entrance. Instead, she was met by the Duke's advisor, a man with a curiously boyish features.

Humiliation welled up within the villainess' heart, for she felt as if she were being played the fool by the entire duchy. On the eve of her arrival, anxiety gnawed at her like a relentless spectre.

As night descended, the Duke, mustering his courage, attempted to approach the vexed lady.

But when the villainess beheld his masked face, terror seized her like a vice. "Stay back! You hideous beast!" she cried out, her voice trembling with fear, and she recoiled, her steps faltering as she retreated from him.

The Duke, wounded by her cruel words, attempted to console her, his outstretched hand beseeching understanding. Yet, her irrational dread overcame her, and she continued her backward retreat until, with a heart-stopping scream, she slipped from an open window.

That was how the villainess' life ended.

you hadn't actually read the book, but it wasn't difficult identifying who you got reincarnated as

especially with how your best friend obsessed over this villainess because, and i quote, "if pretty, why evil, huh???"

you woke up a week before the villainess would depart for the North, but that week alone was enough to make you understand the way she acted

every day, you were fed portions fitting of a child, had your skin rubbed raw as you were bathed, and not a moment of your mother's nitpicking about a sudden imperfection she found in you

in truth, you were more than glad to leave for the North, even if that's where your life would be on the line

the survival plan was simple: maintain an amicable relationship with the duchy until the night the heroine stumbles in to ask for a night of shelter, to which the heroine would heal the emotional wounds of the Duke, and share with him the beauty of love, bringing warmth into his heart

and so, you arrived at the estate, the castle tall and intimidating with the clouds dark and foreboding

still, you stepped out of your carriage (with wobbly legs) and met the advisor (your friend's favourite character, in fact)

the advisor, lilia, though seemed young, was actually the very man who raised the duke in the absence of his parents

he welcomed you as the lady of the duchy, and led you to your quarters

by nightfall, you were quite comfortable with living in the estate

everyone was polite, the food was delicious (and properly sized), and you had no doubt you'd settle nicely here

as a precaution to the death sequence, you decided to take a stroll in the rose garden after dinner

if you were already on the ground floor, you couldn't fall to your death, right?

but unexpectedly, you encountered a lone figure in the centre of the garden

he was incredibly tall, dressed simply, his emerald eyes fixated on the estate

upon closer inspection, you noticed he had long horns as well, perhaps he was a gazelle beastman?

either way, you were curious about what it was that held his attention so strongly that he couldn't notice your presence

"Excuse me, sir? May I ask what is so interesting about the building?" you timidly break the silence of the night.

The man turns to you, his eyes widening in surprise. "... Do you not know who I am?"

You blinked in confusion at his words. His words filled you with a sense of foreboding. You wondered if this person matched any of the characters your friend had so fervently described, but all you could recall was the beautiful villainess and the enigmatic advisor to the Duke.

"My apologies, I'm afraid I do not... May I know your name, sir?"

A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he considered your question. "No... If that is the case, you may call me whatever you wish."

Perplexed by his response, you tried to come up with a suitable name. "Then... May I call you Mr. Gazelle?"

Upon hearing your words, he burst out in laughter. "Hahaha! What an interesting choice. Very well, I accept the name," he said. "In response to your first question, I was observing the gargoyles of the building."

on that night, not only did you learn more about the fascinating functions gargoyles serve, you also made your first friend in this life

strangely enough, you didn't meet the duke at all unlike the novel, which though strange, you greatly welcomed

if you didn't have any ties with him, then it'd be so much easier to just divorce him, get the money, and live a comfortable luxurious life far away from the main characters

though as you say that, you find yourself wanting to spend more and more time with "Mr Gazelle"

despite his intimidating appearance, he turned out to be a very generous person, frequently gifting you little trinkets he's made or bouquets he's arranged

he's started calling you "Briar", after the roses in the garden where he met you

you greatly appreciated the nickname, it felt better to be called that than the name of the villainess, that you could just be yourself and not play the role of a villainess avoiding ruin

you also find that whatever musings you've mentioned to him, they somehow manifest themselves

oh? you wish you could learn about embroidery? the next day there's a basket full of the highest quality threads and fabrics, with a gentle tutor to help you learn

(you still remember how cute "Mr Gazelle" looked when you gave him your first finished product, a handkerchief with an embroidered gargoyle)

what's this? you'd like to try more desserts from the capital you were never allowed to try? say no more! the next day the chef presents you with 10 different choices!

so you assumed he was an advisor of sorts to the Duke, because how else could your requests be granted so easily?

but one day, around two months after you started living in the duchy, "Mr Gazelle" asked you questions about the duke, whether you were afraid of him, would you prefer to meet him, curious questions like that

though surprised by the topic, you answered honestly, saying you don't really believe in the rumours (because you know from your friend he's an ethereal beauty) and yes, you would like to meet your husband

and what do you know? lilia informs you the duke wants to share dinner with you. what a coincidence!! :)

Nervousness held you in its grasp as you stepped into the room. Your gaze remained fixed on the carpet beneath your feet, and your knees bent gracefully as you executed the perfect curtsey.

"Your Grace."

You could hear sounds of shuffling, and then a pair of black boots entered your field of vision. Familiar hands found yours, guiding you to rise and stand upright. "Rise, my Briar," he murmured gently.

With hesitant anticipation, you finally looked up, taking in the obsidian mask that concealed his face. That voice, that nickname, and those enchanting eyes—it was all too familiar.

"Mr Gazelle..." you whispered in disbelief.

His eyes narrowed in mirth as he chuckled. "Although I hold great fondness for that name, I do wish you could call your husband by his name," he said as he began to remove his mask.

"Malleus..." you breathed.

A tender smile graced his lips, and his eyes sparkled with affection as he delicately brushed a stray lock of hair from your face—a gesture he had done countless times before. "My sweet Briar, I implore you to forgive me for deceiving you. I wished nothing more but to know you," he pleaded.

Oh, with how loud your heart was pounding in your chest, you realized that you were irrevocably and hopelessly ensnared in a love story that had deviated far from the original story.

But you didn't feel a single ounce of regret.

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[verinarin]

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐭𝐲 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞.

𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 | 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝐈’𝐦 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐬’ 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰, 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 (๑>◡<๑)

Perplexing, is a word he would use to describe her.

Completely and utterly perplexing, her every action bemuses him. It is so chaotic yet calculated that it would make one question the motive of such an act. To illustrate this, he draws an example from her exploits yesterday.

The sun graces its warmth towards the halls of the Intelligentsia Guild as he walks across the open corridor, structured with vines that wrap around its doric pillars. It’s common to meet a fellow scholar during the walk, then he sees her basking gracefully underneath the soft light that the sun provides.

Her delicate features complemented beautifully as she stared at something, something that he was eager to discover. Slowly he walks towards her, pondering on the endless possibilities that he could encounter. What renders one so much so that it left one’s lips slightly parted, a sign of astonishment.

He draws closer only to see that the object of your astonishment is nothing.

Literally nothing, the object that paints her face look so alluringly bewildered, is literally nonexistent.

“May I ask what has garnered your interest so much that your lips parts themselves?,” he asked her from behind, keeping a close yet respectful distance. She turns her face around, a zephyr gently caresses her hair as she looks at him with the same expression she had.

“Hmm, I was just admiring the lighting,” she stated like it was a simple concept to grasp. But not to him, not in the slightest.

“Pardon ?,” he pressed further to the stranger, ignoring his crass behavior.

“I was just lost in the scenery, is there anything wrong with that ?,” she asked with her fingertip pressed against her lips, inadvertently showcasing how soft and plump it is.

“A quite wasteful use of time,” he argued, she simply replied with a soft laugh as she extended her hand and introduced herself. Her name suits her, he thought to himself at the time.

He shook her hand as he introduced himself, “Veritas Ratio,” she restated his name, somehow the way his name leaves from her lips sounds like an attempt to seduce him. He knows it wasn’t, but he can’t help but to catch it that way.

“I read about you a week ago. Wow, a famously well-decorated scholar has found interest in my usage of time, how peculiar,” she teased, from then on she had unintentionally bewitched his heart.

How vexing.

[shini--chan]

would you be interested in doing a cardverse germany please?

Okidoki

Yandere Cardverse! Germany - HCs

Trigger warnings: murder, coercion, abuse of magic

Cardverse Germany would be more confident than the original Germany, since he would be King. It would be a dream come true to have the crown on his head, even though it would often irk him that he would have to share power and that his court and co-regent would set limitations as to what he could do. That is why he wouldn’t accept any rejection of your side. 

To Ludwig, it wouldn’t matter if you would be noble or lowborn. You could be a beggar off of the streets, and he would still take you as his consort. Protests, whether they be from you or from somebody else, wouldn’t move him into relinquishing you. Should you be willful, then he would confine you to etiquette lessons and schooling until you. Should you be lowborn or a bastard, then he would smooth ruffled feathers by pointing out that as his consort, you would have meagre power at best. Indeed, he might be of the mind not to let you get any power at all. Generally, he would prefer it if you would only be viewed as his lover rather than an authority figure in your own right. 

He would have stories and songs written about the love you two share, and he would have them spread out in the entire kingdom. It would provide a standard that you would be forced to live up to, and he wouldn’t tolerate showing how far from reality those pieces of fiction would be. His life would be a fairy tale, and he wouldn’t allow you to play your role in it to anything less than perfection. Failure to do so would be met with harsh punishment, maybe even tantrums from his side in extreme cases. 

Should you favour somebody else, then he would gift you their head. He would even go as far as to war to get these “gifts” for you. It would be a small reminder to not let your eyes stray from him. Your heart shall be his, even if he would have to take it by force. Be naughty or try to use your family to get out of your predicament, and they would suffer for it. Ludwig wouldn’t be above hurting others in order to hurt you. 

Resistance would vex him, and should it be continuous and constant, then he would look for magical remedies for his problem. Maybe he should bewitch you as you’ve bewitched him? Maybe a love potion would make you compliant? It would be in your best interest to either see him fail or trick him somehow should it come to this point.

[yorit1]

Kate could not believe it, and she was getting married today. It would be a beautiful day; she was marrying the man she loved, Anthony Bridgerton.

“How do I look?” Kate asked.

“You look beautiful,” Edwina said.

Kate looked at herself in the mirror and loved what she saw. She thought that she looked beautiful. Kate hoped Anthony felt the same.

“Let’s go, we don’t want to keep Anthony waiting,” Edwina said.

Kate and Edwina walked out of the room and were ready to walk to the backyard of the Bridgerton country estate.

Anthony could not believe that today he was marrying the goddess that was Kate Sharma. She was beautiful and challenged him, making Anthony believe in love.

“How do I look?” Anthony asked.

“You look great,” Benedict said.

“Swell, brother,” Colin said.

“We should go to the altar so that the wedding can start,” Benedict said.

Anthony took one last look in the mirror and left the room.

Kate heard the bridal march start and walked down the aisle with Edwina walking her down the aisle. Kate thought that Anthony looked handsome today. He was perfect to marry. The officiant was there too to marry them.

Kate reached Anthony, and Anthony smiled at her, taking Kate’s hands in his own. Kate smiled at Anthony.

“We are gathered here to celebrate the wedding of Lord Anthony Bridgerton and Kathani Sharma. If anyone knows any reasons why these two should not marry, speak now or forever hold your tongue,” the officiant said.

Everyone smiled at the couple and stayed quiet.

“Silence perfect,” the officiant said. “ Anthony Kate, you have your own vows, please say them.”

“Kathani Sharma, I did not believe in love until I met you. I thought I would never have the love that my mum and dad had. Then I met you and everything changed. You bewitched me heart and soul. I burn for you in a way that I never thought I would. I thought I would find a wife to be a viscountess just for the duty and to make heirs, but here we are. I love you and want you to be my viscountess. I see you and know who you are, and I love you with my whole body and heart. I can’t wait to be married to you,” Anthony said.

“Anthony, the first moment we met, you vexed me. I have never met a more insufferable man. I was drawn to you in a way that I have never been drawn to another person. I couldn't believe that I met a man who understood me in the way you did. I felt loved and cherished by you. You saw me in a way that I have never been seen before. I was vexed by you, but loved you as well. I wanted to be with you, but I also didn't. But the part of me that wanted to be with you won out. I love you in a way that I have never loved anyone, and I am happy that we get to spend the rest of our lives together,” Kate said.

“Great, repeat after me,” The officiant said.

“I, Anthony Bridgerton, take you, Kathani Sharma, to be my lawfully wedded wife. To love and to cherish, to take care of in sickness and in health till death us do part,” Anthony said.

“I, Kathani Sharma, take you, Anthony Bridgerton, to be my lawfully wedded husband. To love and to cherish, to take care of in sickness and in health, till death us do part,” Kate said.

“With this ring I thee wed,” Anthony said and slid the ring on Kate’s finger.

“With this ring I thee wed,” Kate said and slid the ring on Anthony’s finger.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride,” the officiant said.

Anthony took Kate’s face in his hands and kissed her. The kiss was sweet and full of love, promising their forever. Anthony could not believe that he was married to Kate and hoped the kiss showed Kate how much he loved her. Anthony let go of Kate and smiled at her.

Everyone threw confetti at Anthony and Kate, and Kate and Anthony walked up the aisle to head to their room in the estate before they headed to the reception.

Kate could not believe that she was married. She knew that she wanted to get married, but never found the right man, and now she has, and is married to him.

Kate kissed him, and the kiss was a promise of what was to come tonight on their wedding night. Kate was excited for their wedding night.

“Come on, we should go, we don’t want everyone to be waiting for us long,” Kate said.

“I’m excited to celebrate tonight with you. We will have the perfect wedding night,” Anthony said.

“Yes, and I have a surprise for you,” Kate said.

Anthony took Kate’s hand and they walked out of their room and they walked to the reception.

Anthony and Kate walked into the ballroom on the Bridgerton estate, and everyone cheered when they walked in.

Daphne, Eloise, Francesca, and Hyacinth hugged Kate and welcomed her to the family.

“Welcome to the family. I’m so happy that I now have another daughter,” Violet said.

Kate felt so loved and cherished. She now had a large family that she was a part of.

The family walked to the central table and sat down. Anthony held the chair out for Kate, and Kate rolled her eyes at him.

“You know that women can hold their own chairs and sit down in them?” Kate said teasingly.

“I know, but it is our wedding day and I want to spoil you,” Anthony said.

Kate kissed Antony’s cheek and sat down.

“The two of you are such a cute couple,” Daphne said.

“It makes me almost feel like I want to get married,” ELoise said.

“I can’t wait until I’m old enough to be married,” Hyacinth said.

“I am the luckiest man in the world to be married to Kate Sharma Bridgerton,” Anthony shouted out excitedly.

The servers served the food to the family, and it was delicious.

“Her,e try this,” Kate said and held out a fork to Anthony’s mouth.

Anthony ate the food and thought it was delicious.

“Almost as delicious as you,” Anthony said with a wink.

“It is now time for the married couple’s first dance. Anthony, Kate, come to the dance floor,” the lead singer of the band said.

Anthony took Kate’s hand in his own and led her to the dance floor. Their song began playing, and they swayed to the music. Kate kissed Anthony, and they kissed as they swayed to the music. The kiss was sweet and full of promise. It felt like their forever kiss. Their kisses today have been so good, like a breath of fresh air. The song ended, and they broke apart. The band next played a fast song, and they danced to it.

Anthony and Kate enjoyed the rest of their reception, and finally, it was time for them to go to their rooms to spend their wedding night. Tomorrow they were leaving for paradise for their honeymoon.

Kate and Anthony left the ballroom hand in hand with big smiles on their face. They couldn't believe they were married.

[warren-keplers-funk-band]

i've had bewitched, bothered and bewildered stuck in my head ever since the episode titles came out... and thinking about this song in relation to buck and buddie is. kind of driving me insane

"men are not a new sensation," in relation to buck's bisexuality?

"i'm wild again, beguiled again/ a simpering, whimpering child again," something something buck retreating to his younger self's habits, naive, reckless, desperate. maybe acknowledging his growth

"lost my heart, but what of it/ he is cold i agree/ he can laugh, but i love it/ although the laugh's on me," tell me this doesn't read like buck being jealous of marisol, feeling his love is unrequited, appreciating eddie and eddie's happiness from afar but not feeling worthy of him

"i'll sing to him, each spring to him/ and long for the day when i'll cling to him," this kind of speaks to me of buck's self-sacrificial nature, how he wants to be needed, wants to be used, how his love language to eddie is acts of service... but then like. also allowing himself to want things

"he's a fool," they're both oblivious soo

"i'm in love and don't i show it," you certainly do, babes. in fact you've done nothing but show it since your second episode together

"i've sinned a lot," this accompanied by the "i can be oversexed again," seems very buck 1.0-specific to me. again maybe he's retreating? or acknowledging his growth? especially since his old player tendencies were literally brought up in 7x01. by himself. which eddie immediately amended by saying that he's not like that anymore. idk, it just feels relevant

"and worship the trousers that cling to him," ok let's be real, not to be a simp on main, but we've all seen ryan guzman's legs. also that man is caked up

"when he talks, he is seeking/ words to get off his chest," now THIS. this means a lot to me. i'm already so crazy insane about eddie slowly opening up and being more vulnerable, especially with buck. and ryan and oliver have both confirmed that buck and eddie going to be a lot more open with each other and lean on each other this season. eddie's not great with words, but he's slowly starting to be able to ask buck for help with chris directly, tells him his problems... and i think buck sees that, and is really proud of him for it

"vexed again, perplexed again," and "burned a lot, but learned a lot," both kind of feel to me like references to buck's (and eddie's honestly) history with dating, how everyone leaves him, dazed and confused, not knowing what he did wrong.. but again! i think we've seen a lot of growth with buck in this respect. like, he's learning not to settle. i got the impression that he broke things off with natalia not the other way around, which is a breakthrough for him honestly.

the song has sort of a bittersweet ending honestly, which i think might mean we'll get some angst. like maybe buck and eddie will. encounter some problems in their relationship, or eddie rejects buck or something. obviously that's wild spec but like let me live??

i want to clarify i'm not delulu i don't think the 100th episode will be super buck-centric despite being called 'buck, bothered and bewildered' considering precedent with 'buck, actually' (even though i personally wouldn't mind that, he's my blorb) i was just listening to the song bc it's on my writing playlist and had many thoughts and feelings. feel free to ignore

[ahummingbirdwitch]

FOR FANS OF GHOST!

Desperate for new Ghost songs and looking for music that captures a similar feeling and energy? Check out these bands! (And some recommended songs by them)

Vexing Hex — slow-paced occult rock, VERY reminiscent of the Opus and Infesstisumam albums

“Thy Will Be Done”

“Revenant”

Year of the Goat — doom/occult rock with similar Satanic storytelling

“I’ll Die for You”

“Superbia”

Lucifer — classic metal sound reminiscent of Ghost and Black Sabbath, religious themes and imagery

“Cold as a Tombstone”

“Bring Me His Head”

Green Lung — fun psychedelic rock with some doom aspects, frequently references witches/Lucifer, singer even sounds a little bit like Tobias!

“Maxine (Witch Queen)”

“Reaper’s Scythe”

Unto Others — gothic metal/rock band with playing that evokes a strong Ghost feeling even though the singer has a unique voice

“Summer Lightning”

“Over Western Shores”

Mountain Witch — classic-sounding psychedelic rock reminiscent of Blue Öyster Cult

“The Dead Won’t Sleep”

“The Cold Hands of Fate”

Blood Ceremony — psychedelic rock, witchy/Satanic themes and imagery

“Goodbye Gemini”

“Witchwood”

Haunt — fast-paced heavy metal with a slight thrash influence, playing is very similar to Ghost at times

“Face of Danger”

“Windows of Your Heart”

Candlemass — the OG doom metal band from the 80s and one of the biggest inspos for Ghost!! Heavy, sludgy sound and operatic, dramatic vocals

“Bewitched”

“Sinister and Sweet”

Witchcraft — alternative rock/psych rock with a Ghosty playing style

“Democracy”

“By Your Definition”

Khemmis — doomy classic heavy metal with powerful vocals and playing that brings Ghost to mind

“An Empty Throne”

“Isolation”

And of course, don’t hesitate to check out the bands Tobias has been a part of in the past, plus music some of the Nameless Ghouls have made!

Magna Carta Cartel — alternative rock band Tobias used to be a part of and some members of MCC were even Ghouls at one point! Very atmospheric music with a melancholy feel

“Counting Down the Days”

“Blue Hour Gate”

Subvision — pop rock/alt rock band that Tobias was a singer for; fun, slightly punk sound and great if you wanna hear more of Tobias singing

“Room 611”

Jutty Taylor — Swiss Ghoul; makes great vibey rock music

“Dogs”

“Pushing My Love”

Cos Sylvan — Rain Ghoul; killer bass music

“The Damned”

Katatonia — heavy gothic metal band that Dew/Per Eriksson used to play for; hard, atmospheric music that evokes strong emotions

“Behind the Blood”

“My Twin”

Mad Gallica — Cumulus Ghoul; absolutely amazing vocals and synth/piano playing

“Souls on Fire”

I know there’s music by other Ghouls I haven’t touched on, but everything listed above is just the stuff I’ve listened to personally. All of these artists and songs can be found on Spotify!

[imtrashraccoon]

This took me longer than I wanted but, not to beat a dead horse, I blame writer's block. It works out though because someone just reached two hundred followers! I hear she has a whiteboard up if any of you feel like participating...

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Ivymare: Pirate Edition

Laughter and music echoed from the deck but Captain Nightmare was holed up in the bridge, pouring over a series of maps. He wasn't one to engage in partying but he wouldn't keep his crew from doing the same. Besides, they deserved to have some fun after how successful the last raid went.

The riotous party seemed to grow louder for a moment before once again fading into the background as the door was opened and softly closed. Nightmare barely glanced up from his desk as the intruder padded over to his side, after all, there was only one person on his ship who would so boldly approach him like this.

He was suddenly enveloped in a hug from behind. Although the action came as a surprise, he managed to stay calm and only stiffened up a little bit. Coming from anyone else and he would've pinned them to the table with his bare hands for even daring to touch him without permission but he'd grown softer lately.

"What do you want?" he growled quietly. He was a little annoyed at the prospect of being interrupted but it was hard to actually be angry with her.

"I want to know why you're hiding away while everyone's out there celebrating."

Nightmare sighed and ran a hand down his face. "Ivy..."

"Come on... Come dance with me, Nighty," she begged as she leaned heavily against his shoulders.

He huffed and half-heartedly attempted to push her off. "You wouldn't want to see me dance..."

Ivy's arms remained firmly wrapped around him and if anything her grip only tightened, allowing her to press her body up against his back. Nightmare silently cursed whatever gods had decided to vex him with such a bewitching woman.

Ivy was unlike any other being he'd encountered while sailing the Seven Seas. She was as beautiful as she was clever and she was also quick on her feet, unlike most people he'd had the displeasure of meeting. Her skin was as smooth as porcelain and softer than fine satin. Her hair was on the shorter side with a natural wave and perfectly framed the pair of stubby horns resting on the crown of her head. The only aspect of her that wasn't seemingly perfect were her eyes. Indeed, her left was a warm brown while her right was a brilliant green that reminded him of the first Spring shoots, but he found them beautiful regardless of their uniformity.

"Please?" she asked. "How about if I give you a kiss, hm~?"

"I... Damn it, woman. You can't just-" His protests were interrupted when she planted a soft kiss on his cheekbone.

"There, now you have to come dance with me~" she whispered.

He felt a strange warmth flood his cheekbones and his soul did a little flip at the gesture. He fought to keep a straight face and get his magic under control since he'd never hear the end of it if she realized that her charms had this much of an effect on him.

He hated to admit it but he liked it whenever she touched him. Since joining his crew, the icy shell around his soul had cracked, letting the warmth of her affections steadily seep in. A part of him feared the day when she'd inevitably shatter the defenses he'd built up over the years, but maybe she was different from everyone else?

Nightmare hummed softly and cupped the side of her face. He had to be mindful of his claws so as to not mar her delicate skin but he wouldn't dream of intentionally hurting her. He felt her smile widen beneath his phalanges and he'd be lying if he said touching her like this wasn't enjoyable.

Maybe he would humour her, just this once. It wasn't as if he didn't know how to dance since he'd had the opportunity to learn many of the classics growing up. He just didn't like the thought of dancing in front of people, let alone his rowdy crew.

He turned his face to nuzzle against the side of her neck. She always smelled so sweet, like a rare blossom from a far off land, even amid the scent of the ocean's salty spray. He hummed again before pulling back to look at her.

Before he could respond, his eyelight fell on a series of faint lines along her neck. She didn't have very many scars and the ones she did have, she'd mostly received from scuffles since joining his crew. The weird thing was that these lines were much too straight and clean to just be scars.

So then, what were they?

He didn't want to believe what he was seeing but he knew there was no mistaking it.

She'd deceived him.

She was no better than any other woman he'd encountered.

"Nighty? Is something wrong?"

His eyelight snapped to her face and he frowned. She was giving him a concerned look, which normally was enough to make him melt, but not this time.

He pushed her off, somewhat roughly, and turned back to his desk. "No means no, woman. I'm not coming to dance tonight," he growled through clenched teeth.

"Oh..." Ivy started to reach for him but stopped herself, letting her hand drop back to her side. "I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to upset you..."

He clenched his fists, barely keeping his anger contained. He knew she was probably upset at how harsh he'd been but he didn't care. He just wanted her to leave him alone so that he could think.

She seemed hurt and confused but didn't thankfully, was smart enough not to try pressing further. With a disappointed sigh, she turned and left the bridge.

He should've known this would happen.

He smacked his skull against the desk and let out a frustrated growl.

He remembered the day he'd found her. The crew had stopped at a small inlet to rest when she stepped out of the forest wearing nothing but rags. He'd kept his crew from hurting her, although only after she'd knocked Killer to the ground for getting in her face.

She claimed that she'd run away from an arranged marriage but the ship she was on had wrecked, leaving her stranded on the island. She hadn't wanted to talk about where she was from or who her betrothed had been but this wasn't really that unusual considering how many of his crew also had unfortunate backstories.

Nightmare was almost immediately smitten by her. Not only was she strong but she had courage to stand up for herself. She was also gorgeous in his opinion and seemed to have a sort of wisdom about her. He liked that. There were very few women that acted in this manner, so he'd allowed her to come aboard the ship and eventually he'd even let her join his crew when she'd more than proven that she could hold her own in a fight.

But it had all been a lie.

She was a siren. A pathetic parasite of the sea who only deceived and hurt the desperate.

He was just starting to think that she might be special, maybe even the one person who truely understood him.

He wouldn't do anything right away, not while a celebration was going on anyways. Instead, he would do what he needed to do quietly. It would be best, just in case she had gotten her claws into any of his crew as well.

Standing from his desk, he readjusted his coat and made his way to the door. His soul was heavy but his mind was writhing with anger. One way or another, he would find out the truth.

He stepped out of the bridge and scanned the crowd of revelers until his eyelight fell on the one person he needed right now. Thankfully, his first mate was quick to notice and soon made his way from the party to his side.

"something the matter, captain?"

Nightmare narrowed his good eye socket at Killer's jovial tone. "I need you to do something but not right this moment..."

~~~

"it's done."

Nightmare looked up as Killer entered the bridge. "Did anyone else see you?" he asked.

"nah, i convinced her to help me find something and then locked her in the brig. she was so mad..." Killer chuckled. "she probably just thinks i'm messing with her and will let her out later."

"And what if she convinces someone else to do so?"

Killer grinned and produced a key from his pocket. "unless they want to make a lot of noise by destroying the cage, they'll need to talk to you or myself."

Nightmare nodded before growing more serious. "You didn't hurt her, right?" he asked in a quieter tone.

"just her pride, captain."

"Good. Not a word of this to anyone until I talk to her or I'll make sure you won't speak again, got it?"

Killer nodded and mimed sealing his non-existent lips. "yeah yeah, loose lips sink ships and all that."

"I mean it," Nightmare growled.

~~~

Nightmare didn't venture into the hold until late in the afternoon. It was partially because he wanted to be alone when he confronted her but also because he felt conflicted about what he should do.

Ivy had been sitting on the floor but she quickly scrambled to her feet when he approached. Her ears twitched each time he took a step and by the way her eyes scanned his face he knew that she was anxious. Then, she smiled at him. It was the same cheery smile she always wore but he noticed it was a slightly strained this time.

"If this is your idea of fun, I'm not sure I like it. Cause I'm pretty sure this isn't how bondage usually works~" she teased.

Nightmare felt his cheekbones grow slightly warm but managed to get control of himself. How could she make such a joke now? Surely, she knew what was going on, right?

"Why would you hide something so important from me?" he asked quietly.

"Huh? I've never hidden anything from you, Nighty..."

He narrowed his eye socket at her and let out a low growl. "Do I need to throw you over the side to prove my point?"

Her eyes widened and she inhaled sharply, but at least she didn't try to lie again.

"Why did you deceive me?" he reiterated his previous question.

She lowered her gaze and said nothing for what felt like several minutes. "I didn't have much of a choice but to deceive you... Not if I wanted to live anyways..." she finally whispered.

It was true that he had a ruthless reputation. He never hesitated to kill during raids and he didn't stop his crew from doing so either. At the very least no one could accuse him of discrimination since he killed men, women, humans, monsters, mermaids, and sirens alike.

"I hated being a siren. I just, I wanted to experience the world like everyone else." She hesitated for a moment before making eye contact again. "Think what you want, but my feelings for you were never a lie."

She spoke with conviction and as the seconds dragged on, refused to look away. Tears pooled at the corners of her eyes, threatening to overflow, and yet her determination held firm.

Nightmare broke first and looked away with a frown. He'd killed hundreds for less and yet he couldn't bear to do the same to her. Why was it so hard to hate her for what she did?

He moved closer to the bars and when Ivy didn't back away, he reached out to cup her cheek with his hand. He carefully wiped away her tears with his thumb as he scanned her face.

"My feelings for you were never been a lie..." he repeated.

[invinciblerodent]

i now realize why I took Gale entirely out of my party for this run

because every time i take him A Place (singular), for A Purpose (singular), he does some of this shit

and i'm just utterly and completely charmed all over again

I am vexed for the wizard appears to have well and truly bewitched me, and in order for me to not completely forget who my current love interest is, i have to dress him up all silly on purpose, and forcefully keep myself away from him lest I fall in love (and into his pants) yet again

he's not even doing anything, he's just playfully bragging a little bit and looking for some casual approval, and i'm just. so embarrassingly into this fucking nerd that that's enough

my character may think of him as just a friend, but unfortunately I, as the player, appear to desire him carnally and on a visceral level, and that births quite the irreconcilable incompatibility of interests

[whisperwritingstuff]

i need to come up with more opportunities for untamed beasts cub and scar to go feral-unhinged protecting grian

i think that'd be fun

scar's voice rising clear and sweet in song over the battlefield, the way it only does when it's more magic than sound, bewitching and disorienting

cub's hands clean, shed blood wicked away into the sculk to fuel it spreading on any surface it touches, him swaying in place as he plunges the entire battlefield into darkness

scar's form blurring, overlapping, moving in ways disjointed to reality

cub seeding riotous mushrooms to sprout up through lungs

the vex are playing with their food, just a little, not as much as they could, but just enough to make a gruesome example of those who cross them and their summoner

they get their foes down to just two, just those final strongest survivors

and scar's charms wrap around one, while cub's control grips the other. toys to play with, to make fight against one another until one is broken completely. until sobs push up even through the control over the survivor

they let the survivor think this emotion broke the spell, set them free to live with their guilt

they wait until the person is far enough away to make it interesting, and then scar picks them off with his bow

no survivors

and then they bundle grian into their den, tumbling words reminding each other to be soft, gentle, soft, careful. precious cargo. precious treasure, theirs, theirs and safe now. protected safe. held close, heartbeat soothing to the fervored fury they'd let take them.

safe den. comfort. home.

[bucketofchum]

What happens when you try to seduce a monk

Backstory if anyone is interested lmao

Okay so the girl here is a fox spirit named Howie (Howaito). She is bewitchingly sexy, and can basically seduce ANYONE. One day, she meets a monk who seems weirdly immune to her charms. Vexed, she follows him around ALL DAY, into the next village where he goes. She tries (unsuccessfully) to seduce him all day.

But instead of ever seducing the monk, she manages to bewitch 100% of the men in the village, such that they believe she is an evil witch, and imprison her for the next 400 years.

So.

Basically she only interacts with this monk for 1 day and he ruins her life by not finding her sexy.

This is my friend's OC and story, and she remarked that Atumu seemed really similar to the monk (who cannot be seduced by Howie and thus vexes her), and I was like yo what if the monk's body was an incarnation of Atumu that'd be SO funny and then flash forward some 2000 years and she sees Atumu in modern day and is like IT'S YOUUU! Except Atumu has no idea who she is or what she's talking about because the monk is an entirely different person.