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hastyprovocateur · 1 year

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Pine Soap (Modern!Abby × Reader)

Summary- Abby and reader hop in for a quick shower

Word count-1.5k

Cw- sexual content, mature themes, fluff

• The tap water runs tepid as you twist the faucet on, letting its steady stream run over your hand. It nearly lulled you back to the cozy bed you just got out of. You force your eyes open, sleepy fingers wiggling for your brush. It sat next to Abby’s in the ceramic container embossed with both your initials. A silly couples project you did as housewarming. It stood now as a hearty reminder of how it all fell together, holding a red brush and a blue one.

• You smile at the letters, dousing your brush with toothpaste before jamming it in your mouth. The morning sun streamed through the bathroom sky light, bathing the whole tiled space in a halo-like glow. You rinse yourself, peering into the mirror. You pull the neck of your robe aside to assess the fresh hickey on your neck as the sharp spray of the shower water came on in the back.

• Abby had monopolised the stall after her workout, the frosted partition exposing her beautiful body as steam rose out the top. It was all too tempting. You sidle up to the door, knocking on it to garner her attention. She notices, giving you a small wave from behind. You waved back, placing your open palm against the glass. She mirrors you, placing her hand right against yours. Eventually, she slid the partition open.

• “God, you’re naked” you squeal as she tries to grab you, wet hands firm around your sleeve. She draws you back, nuzzling into your neck amid protests. “You’re soaking my robe!” you complain half-heartedly as she cocoons you in her big arms, leaving damp patches everywhere. “Then take it off” she mumbles like a scolded child into the top of your hair, loosening the knot you had tied before. You pull away to look back at her with chagrin, but it was hard to stay mad. Her honey-colored hair had turned dark, sticking to the sides of her face, neck, and down her back. Water beaded on her lashes, the tip of her nose and chin.

• You huff in reprimand as Abby chuckled, giving you a once over with her arm slung on your waist. Closing the space between your bodies. “Don’t look at me like that” her smile fades, leaning down to slowly push the robe down your shoulder, pressing her damp lips against your smooth shoulder, making you flinch. You gently grab her neck, pushing her away as she returned to that same spot she abused last night. You wince softly from the dull ache below the skin. “I did that?” Abby exhaled, circling the tip of her tongue around the bruise.

• You shiver, pulling your shoulder to your chin as you raise your hands up against her chest. “Shower with me” Abby urged, voice next to a whine. “You get rough…” you object softly, but she shakes her head firmly, bowing her head to meet your eyes “I’ll be good” she assures you. You close your eyes, feeling the wetness reach your skin through the thin fabric, finally relenting. Abby watched as the silk unsheathes your curves, puddling on the tiles, along with your underwear. She drew you in with a firm hand on the small of your back.

• The warmth made you nearly slump into her, resting your head on her chest as the hot water ran down your back, soaking your hair. Abby held your face, pushing her hands back into your scalp and cradling the crown of your head as you hooked your arms around her shoulders to keep from buckling. “Is that right?” she laughed, watching you sway against her. You smile “It’s perfect” pressing the side of your face into her collarbone. The pumping of her heart spelled home, reverberating through your body.

The safest you could ever feel.

• Abby kissed the top of your head, slowly collecting your hair at the side of your neck, nuzzling the side of her face against yours. Her hands trail down your spine, resting at your waist. She folded you within herself, lifting you up and inhaling the scent of your body deep into her senses. The sun seemed to follow you into the bath, turning your bodies gold as it washed over you in dapples and streaks. You peer up at Abby’s face, chin pinned to her chest. At her eyes. One deep in the shadow, one baby blue from the light.

• Bubbles slipped through your fingers as you lathered her waist-length, blonde hair with bath gel, the soapy suds swirling in her strands. Its pine scent wove itself into the rising steam, smelling sweet to the nose and bitter on the tongue. You reached behind her neck, combing your fingers in gentle circles at the back of her scalp. Abby craned low to press the tip of her nose to yours, kissing your cheek. Her hands swept up your butt, rubbing across your hips and up your back, holding you tighter. The creamy foam oozed, rolling down your curves.

• “Ow” Abby winced, causing you to panic and check her eyes for soap. She wheezed, getting a kick out of rousing you for nothing. You smack the side of her shoulder, pouting as she pulled you back under the water, rinsing you off. You rest your arms on Abby’s shoulders, raising your eyes up at her as she stares back, lips parting as she tilts her face to kiss you. The water rinses you, enveloping you like warm sheets. You pull back to breathe only to get drawn back in, her arms encircling your waist like fetters. You whimper in her embrace, dragging your leg up her side. Feeling faint. Exhilarated.

• You slip down her front, hands latching onto her breast and her hip as you fell to your knees. Abby stroked your head, gently pinning your wet hair back as you kissed her folds, closing your eyes at the familiar taste, the hue and touch of it known to you like the back of your hand. Hands curling around her butt, gripping her cheeks as you relished her, forcing yourself into her deep and firm.

• Abby gulped; breath jagged as her knees quivered ever so slightly. Her pleasure was no secret to you. You applied your tongue relentlessly, your chin and lips soaked with her arousal. Eventually, you felt her squeeze, finishing in your mouth, flooding the insides of her thighs. Abby flushed pink, cheeks aglow both with the orgasm and the hot water. “That good?” you cock your chin with a grin, embarrassing her.

• A gasp escapes your lips as she yanked you back up, your knees turning red. She flipped you against her body, back pressed against her front as she reached around. “Baby… ” you hold her arm as she ventures between your thighs, her fingers into your depth, burrowing deep in that soft, sweet place. Her other arm wraps around your breasts, squeezing them. You buckle at the hips, heels lifting off the ground as you throw yourself back into her, feeling every muscle flex as she had her way with you.

• “That good?” Abby teased you back, her fingers sliding in and out of you. You feel the shape of them against your walls, curling slowly to reach that place within. A physical reminder that you knew her inside out as she did too. It made you teeter on your toes as you dug your fingers into her arm to steady yourself, leaving red marks. You screw your eyes shut, feeling her lips finding your neck, your weakness. Her lips dragged across the older hickey, finding home for a new one.

• “Aaah” it burnt in the most pleasurable way possible, driving you all the way through. Abby’s hips melded into you; nipples erect against your shoulder blades as she used your writhing body to massage herself. Her groans blow down your neck, raising your hair on end. You clench your legs close, stiffly working yourself onto her fingers.

You finish pathetically, head rolling weakly on her chest as she held you still. It rose and fell at the pace of yours. You watch as Abby twisted the shower knob close with one hand, holding you in the other. “Let’s dry you up” she fervently kissed the side of your face, pulling her towel from the bar and shrouding you in it.

• You peer into the bathroom mirror, clothed in fresh underwear with your hair still damp. “Dammit” you groan as the fresh, red hickey on your neck next to the old one. You look down at your knees, finding two oval red patches on the caps “I told you!” you point to them incredulously, turning around to complain.

• Abby stopped mid-swipe as she put on deodorant, smirking at you “I mean… look at us” she shrugged, exposed aside from the towel around her waist, damp hair flowing down her back. Abby's arms, shoulders, chest, and hips were peppered with your hand marks “Can’t do much about it” she smiled. “Wow…” you trail with your hands on your hips, exhaling in defeat before walking out. Abby piped after you. Joyful as ever.

“if you can’t hide em, own em, baby!”

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powdermelonkeg · 8 months

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Gale of Waterdeep assorted headcanons: 2

Headcanons 1 here, Tower layout here

He overshares when he's drunk. It's a good look into how his brain works, but he has a 50/50 chance of putting his foot in his mouth

He has a handful of custom spells, one of those being an illusory campsite. Gale's Minor Mirage, he calls it. You're welcome!

The stitch scar on his neck is from being held at knifepoint by a particularly opportunistic thief. Said thief got hit with a lightning bolt

His spellbook is beautifully scripted to the untrained eye, but contains additional notes written in invisible ink. He presents himself as neat and tidy, but his real scribblings are anything but

While inflicted with the Netherese Orb, his blood leaves rashes on other people wherever it touches. Not severe ones, but it doesn't feel pleasant. Like a mild sunburn

Quothe (the raven familiar) is his. It's named that because it loves to listen to Gale read literature (and occasionally recite lines where he leaves off)

He owns a fancy lanceboard set; it was a housewarming gift from his parents when he first got his tower

When he was little, he used to wear a ribbon as a headband to pull his hair back with, and a cape. His hair was fluffy and fell to his chin

His favorite color is blue, but he thinks he looks more refined in purple. His mother thinks he looks most dashing in red

His favorite hobby is helping Tara adapt spells with somatic components for tressym use

His first staff was a Sun Staff, gifted to him by Elminster

His most recent staff was a Staff of Power

Both of these, he had to consume. It was a very, very hard choice to make

Other things he's had to destroy that he cared for dearly:

Emerald Pen (left over from days at the academy; worse that it wasn't worth it, as it didn't give him more than a few hours)

Chromatic Rose (given by a lover upon breakup)

Duplicitous Manuscript (The Art of the Night is one of these)

Needle of Mending (kept it on his person after the thief incident)

Wand of Enemy Detection (carried it with him on excursions with Tara)

Wayfarer's Boots (his favorite travel pair)

Arcane Grimoire (one of his first found artifacts, copied a few spells from it into his own book)

Candle of Invocation (a gift from Mystra)

Crystal Ball of Telepathy (Tara used it more than he did; her little paws can't cast Sending)

Songbird Sage's Signet (wore it everywhere, only used in a pinch; he misses the weight of it and rubs his finger occasionally)

Crown of Whirling Comets (wore it to the Blackstaff annual balls, partly to show off)

The 6th level spell Program Illusion is what appears during his Death Protocol. As it needs to be tied to an area within 30 feet of where it's assigned, it's what his briefs are enchanted with. His reasoning is that he'd always have them, and no one would take them off him while dead

When he's panicked, he burns through the magical item he fed the Orb with faster. That's why he puts such a weight on keeping calm

The reason you have 2 days to resurrect him before exploding, and why he can still live for a bit if you don't give him an item immediately, is because without careful management, it consumes HIM. He has 2 days worth of magic to his person

He doesn't like to turn people down outright. To him, the gentlemanly thing to do is to go on a first date to indulge whomever asked. He's had a lot of first dates

He's been accused of using Enchantment as to why he's so dashing once or twice. It absolutely stoked his ego around his looks

Quipper fish and hundur sauce is the dish he's most proud of, but his favorite is a good slow roast

He'll make illusory ceilings for dates with starry skies and auroras. Maybe floating candles if he's feeling fancy. Yes that extends to the bedroom

If left to his own devices, he will relax in a bath for HOURS. Tara thinks he falls asleep in there (she can't prove anything)

Before the orb, he and his mother had a pseudo-competitive exchange of cookware. They'd take turns making the most ELABORATE dishes in the same fancy glass pan, and send it back and forth trying to outdo each other. Whenever one showed up with the pan, it would always be with a healthy seasoning of smug satisfaction and sweet compliments about the last meal

He likes picnics on the beach. If you show him shells and things he'll happily tell you where they came from

He always dresses just a smidge too warmly for the weather

He can sleep just about anywhere, and frequently does in his tower. It's not good for his back. When Tara finds him, she always tugs a blanket over him

His family symbol is a crescent moon setting in the water

Bonus Tara headcanon: her opal collar is her spellcasting focus

#bg3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #long post #headcanons #tara the tressym #real galeposting hours wooooooo

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thenightfolknetwork · 11 days

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so, i've got this friend - let's call her "casey". and she's a really sweet person, i love her to bits. the thing is, casey really wants to be a witch. and not just like, doing some spells for herself and her friends, kind of thing. she wants to be a professional witch. she's obsessed with this dream of hers, pouring so much time and energy into making social media posts about her spellwork and trying to mimic her favorite witchstagram influencers.

but the problem is… she kinda sucks??? none of her spells work and sometimes they can really backfire. she made me a housewarming charm for my new apartment, and within a day of putting it up, my neighbors were banging on my door accusing me of cursing the whole building! but instead of working on her craft, she's totally focused on building this social media persona. she honestly isn't getting the kind of traction she was hoping for - probably because, you know… she sucks!! is there any way i can convince her to at least take a bit more time in training before she tries to go pro?

I'm afraid there isn't much you can do here, dear reader. I understand your concerns – it's no easy thing to see a person you love embark on a path you consider foolish. But it Casey is her own person, and needs to be allowed to forge her own path.

As her friend, you need to decide how much you can be there for Casey in this endeavour. I certainly don't think you should lie to her – neither of you will be served by you pretending you think this career change is a wise decision. But you can find other things to praise – her commitment, her bravery and her enthusiasm, if nothing else.

Besides which, I'm not sure I actually see anything in her “business plan” (a term I use extremely loosely here) that actually involves any magical ability. You say she's pouring her energy into social media posts and developing her Instagram profile. None of that constitutes becoming a professional witch in any actual spell-crafting capacity.

If she does pivot to trying to make money from her actual craft, she may well run into some rather obvious obstacles – namely that her spells do more harm than good. I see no reason to discourage her in this. After all, perhaps a slew of negative reviews and refund demands will spur her into developing her craft a little more (hopefully under the guidance of a more experienced practitioner, and not a fellow 'witchstagram' enthusiast).

Confronting her about her lack of skill will only upset her. Concentrate instead on being her friend and supporting her as and how you can without undermining your own integrity. It simply isn't your place to try and guide Casey on this matter. She will do as she wishes, and needs to make her own choices – and her own mistakes.

[For more creaturely advice, check out Monstrous Agonies on your podcast platform of choice, or visit monstrousproductions.org for more info]

#answered #monstrous agonies #the nightfolk network #advice #self-care #urban fantasy #fantasy #writblr #writers on tumblr #short fiction #witchcraft #witchblr

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ur-dad-satan · 9 months

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Wally Darling is talking to US (WH update)

I saw a few people talking about the Welcome Home update and so far all the posts I've seen keep forgetting that Wally's eyes are on the site if you zoom out. Wally's eyes aren't the only thing there as of this update. This may have some spoilers so feel free to ignore this because I'm talking about what's there and what I think it means.

Now, of course there's the five commands we got around the website before this update. The Write hello, write ok, Move Barnaby, turn the Playfellow Exhibition upside down, and the reverse this image of Sally to be specific. All five of those commands got responses from someone within the website or even someone in Welcome Home. I saw someone say that it's Wally making these changes, and I honestly agree. The "Write hello" is met with red writing in Wally's handwriting.

Now, we know for a fact that this is Wally's handwriting because of the bottom of the Guestbook where everyone signed their name. This is the same handwriting as "Wally" and "Home" in the guestbook.

All of their handwriting is so distinct and only Wally's and Home's names are written in a) the same font and b) the same smiley/accent. Wally is talking to us and/or the WHRP team.

The Write ok is also completely wonky. We all assumed that meant add ok to the URL or just type ok and something would happen; however, the sticker page got completely rearranged. It's a complete mess and the character stickers spell out OK with a smiley face in the "O". Directly under "Neighbors" is Wally's little sticker gif thing and a little house has been constructed around the right eye and one around a Home and a Wally sticker.

It's also worth mentioning that the home sticker in the "welcome home house" is the only Home sticker on the page anymore. I haven't mentioned that the new little drawings that Wally's done have messages when you hover over them. This one in particular says "I did not write this. I did something else. I know who these neighbors are. Do you like them too?" I can't tell if that's Wally trying to come through or something/someone else.

When it comes to the Move Barnaby command, just a glance will show that Barn's name isn't there with Wally's and Howdy's. Barnaby's name is literally moved off of the page with a small drawing of the blue man himself with the message "Do you like Barnaby here?" The silly little guy is showing that he's answering whoever is trying to talk to him.

Barn was physically moved and then asked whether or not it was done correctly. That's also the only place he was moved from on the entire transcripts page.

The playfellow Exhibition page also had a little message saying to turn it upside down. Now anywhere on the page it says, "The Playfellow Exhibition" or even "The Playfellow Workshop" those words are upside down. There's also a drawing of a Christmas tree with an eye on it near the top.

When you hover over the drawing, it says "I did not know what to do. I think I am correct. Is it Homewarming where you are? Happy Homewarming." First of all, what is Homewarming? Is that supposed to be like a housewarming or a Neighborhood holiday or something like that? Also, what is the little guy confused about? Why would he be wrong when the instruction is so clear?

Lastly, the reverse this image of Sally thing is possibly the most bizarre thing about the new update. Of course, the command says to reverse the image so many people just flipped the picture horizontally. This is what we expected but this is what we got.

We got the literal BACK of the picture. You can still see Sally's hand and her shoes, but this shouldn't be possible. How can we see the back of the curtain when it's not a 3D picture. This one in particular leaves me with a bunch of questions and not really any theories. What does this mean for the sake of the website and therefore Wally and the other neighbors? Is Wally the only one who can communicate this way or even trying to? Are the others going to be able to communicate with us and the WHRP team?

In all seriousness, this is so cool and turning out so good! I'm really invested and so proud of Clown and all the voice actors. I can't wait to see where this goes from here and what the next update brings. <3

#welcome home #welcome home update #what is going on here #welcome home arg

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cwritesfiction · 4 months

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It's in the Cards: Chapter One Excerpt

(It's in the Cards is an adult rom-com with speculative elements. Please note: this is a draft and is subject to change!)

Elliott Beck was getting good at lying.

When it came to lies, the devil was in the details, and nothing taught them details like managing Betsey’s Metaphysical Boutique on Ocean Avenue. They lied about candles for rituals, which customers could learn by purchasing beautiful spellbooks. They lied about herbs and sigils and crystals, sometimes giving multiple explanations for the same item within a single shopping day. Of course they used the spell jars! In fact, they’d used one that week to cleanse their apartment of negative energy! They wouldn’t mention that the “negative energy” was actually the smell of stale weed from their downstairs neighbors, but that was fine. People who came to Betsey’s weren’t interested in reality, anyway.

In the back of the narrow shop, Elliott sat in the corner they’d designated specifically for tarot readings. For customers, they’d provided a sofa strategically covered with blankets to hide its concerning stains. For themself, they’d found a wooden chair that was gorgeous to look at and hell to sit on. It was far from the elaborate setup they’d originally envisioned, but Betsey had only given them so much space in the already-cramped shop. What she hadn’t given them was a budget.

But the furniture didn’t matter, because they could wow customers with their most beautiful set piece: themself. Presently, they wore a purple button down dotted with shimmering stars. Mismatched earrings, a gold sun and moon, dangled from their ears. God, they hated the earrings. Elliott’s fingers knocked into them whenever they re-tousled their chin-length shag of blond hair.

“I love your earrings,” their current customer said. She was dressed for the beach, a shoulder bag of towels sitting on the floor beside her flip-flopped feet. “And I love your cards! What a pretty color.”

“Thanks! We have plenty of decks for sale!” None like Elliott’s, though. They should’ve flaunted a deck from the shop, but instead, they used the Dungeons and Dragons themed deck they’d bought for themself as a housewarming gift. The backs of the cards were a shimmering purple, a twenty-sided die in the center of each. The faces featured items from the game—adventurers, monsters, weapons—illustrated similar to a Rider-Waite deck. When they’d tried to explain the references to Betsey, they’d ended up trapped in an hour-long lecture about the history of tarot art.

“I might look around later,” the woman said in a way that meant she wouldn’t. “I was supposed to meet my family at the beach, but of course, none of them showed up on time. I thought this would be a fun way to wait instead of cooking in the sun!”

Probably a smart idea, considering she was the same shade of pasty white as Elliott, who’d sometimes get burnt in the time it took them to walk from their car to the shop. They placed a hand on their tip jar, as if to say, please look at my tip jar. It was actually a tip mug shaped to look like a fat orange cat, the handle made from its black-striped tail. This particular cat’s name was Norman, the unofficial mascot of Garfield Beach who the locals called Not Garfield as a nod to the town’s not-copyright infringement. On Not Garfield’s round belly, Elliott had taped a small sign: Tips appreciated - ELLIOTT BECK, they/them, cash or Venmo!

They began to shuffle. “Is there anything specific you’d like me to consider when I read your cards?”

“Nope! You’re the expert!”

They were glad she thought so, considering they’d only just started offering tarot readings a few weeks ago. “Then for your three-card spread, the first card will reflect your past, the second, your present, and the third, your future.” At least, that was one technique they’d learned while watching tarot YouTube tutorials while cooking. They set the deck on the table and spread the cards in an arc.

The woman reached forward. “Do I pick?”

“No.” They weren’t eager to have people’s hands on their personal deck…or their personal anything for that matter. “I’ll do all the touching. So, let’s start with your past.”

They flipped a card: The Eight of Wands.

“Ah,” they said.

“What does it show?” the woman asked.

Elliott wasn’t sure, because for the life of them, they couldn't remember what the Eight of Wands meant. Usually, the illustrations helped them remember meanings, but this one looked like a bunch of ambiguous sticks. Taking a deep breath, Elliott bobbed their head, hoping they appeared lost in thought. They didn’t need to provide a perfect interpretation—tarot was less about memorization and more about helping people gain insight into their lives. That was the advice given by someone with an unrepeatable username on Reddit, and Elliott intended to follow it.

“Wands are good,” they remembered. “But…sometimes, you can have too much of a good thing. It looks like you’ve recently had a lot on your plate.”

She wrinkled her nose. “I did do a ton of laundry before leaving to come here.”

“And besides that?”

“Well, there were dishes too.”

Elliott nodded calmly, internally screaming.

#writeblr #writing #writers on tumblr #it's in the cards #elliott #we do not get to the main conflict in this snippet but it’s cool #the full scene is a little long for a tumblr excerpt so…this is enough I think??#a little taste #behold! a rom-com protagonist

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esotheria-sims · 6 months

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Gotta interrupt Annika's fishing session for another round of ~Neighbor Watch! 👀~ because I need someone to tell me wtf is up with my non-playables! 🤣 The lot spawned a whole horde of visitors again, and it looks like there was some major relationship drama unfolding while I wasn't paying attention.

Townie Maxwell Pollack managed to fall in love with Roland (I didn't see what interaction it was and I don't know if it's mutual), right in front of his current lover, Adam Tanner. Ever the petty type, Adam butted in between Maxwell and Roland and proceeded to woo the latter, making sure to be as obvious and obnoxious about it as humanly possible. Roland was as confused about the display as I was.

Oh, and Ambrose was there too, completing the crew from the infamous Tanner housewarming party. I guess I know to keep a good eye on this group from now on, because clearly it's a setup that spells T-R-O-U-B-L-E.

#sims 2 #ts2 #sims #gameplay #bacc #wyverns bay #wb gameplay #blackbird #blackbird week 4 #roland pelletier #adam tanner #ambrose gui #wb townies #maxwell pollack #forgotten ruins #mine

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odetoyuyu · 1 year

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desire | song mingi

-> mingi x reader

-> warnings: slightly suggestive content (?), mentions of alcohol, mingi being absolute bf, woosan being woosan, seongjoong being pros at just dance

-> word count: 1,2k words

note: hello!!

i finally decided to make use of my tumblr account and post something out of my notes that i wrote ages ago 👀

it’s not proofread so it can have grammar or spelling mistakes, feel free to correct me if you find anything!!

otherwise enjoy bf mingi! <3

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loud laughter and the smell of alcohol were slowly filling up the room of yunho and san's shared living room. the boys had insisted that everyone should come over to their housewarming party and easy to say— the maisonette rooftop flat did not disappoint. the entire place was decorated with colorful lampignons, a few candles here and there and a couple of balloons were spread over the balcony, most likely set up by seonghwa since, "it should be clean at least once before you turn this place into a hoarder house" which made san frown deeply and snap back sharply, "yunho and i want our place to have a manly touch- but you don’t get that!" you giggle after being told about the preparations for the party and you can picture the mess right before the actual event.

you feel two long arms snake around your waist and the next thing you hear is an already drunk mingi hum into the crook of your neck, "baby~ you promised me to have a dance with me". you can’t help it but push yourself further against his chest and hum in return, "hey there cutie, are you sure you can still dance? you can barely stand straight" you point out with a soft chuckle while you tilt your head upwards, trying to take a peek at your tall boyfriend. mingi just scoffs as he places a few featherlight kisses onto your nape,slowly moving down to your exposed back where he stops his movements, "since you’re so worried about me falling over..you should’ve told me that you prefer me on top of you princess" a sly smirk appeares on his lips while he tightens the grip around your torso, his warm breath hitting the back of your spine. you feel your cheeks heat up at his words and you can’t help it but let out a shaky puff, "min..you’re drunk stop saying nonsense!" you try and come back to your senses but the tall man has you wrapped around his finger.

a low chuckle leaves his lips before he spins you around so you could finally face him, your boyfriends hands already wandering down your curves until they stop on your lower back which had you blush deeply. "have i told you how beautiful you look tonight?" he whispers lowly, dark brown eyes fixed on you as he speaks, you could tell by the change in his voice, that the entire situation was not just stirring up your emotions but his as well.

you gulp and shake your head slightly making him smile, "you look so pretty baby..but your dress is a bit too revealing for my liking, woo and yeosang have been eyeing you all night and i don’t like it" you stare back into his eyes and it’s like you have lost all your senses, no words came out of your mouth — maybe it was because you had a few drinks as well and started to feel hazy but seeing mingi's possessive side always had your insides churn in excitement.

"i’m all yours mingi..y-you know that" you manage to mutter out and his grin grew bigger at your reply.

"be a good girl for me alright?" his nose brushes past yours and before you could answer him you feel his plump lips on yours.

you instantly melt into your boyfriends touch and wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him back with flushed cheeks. a soft whine escapes your lips and seconds later you are getting pushed against the back of the kitchen counter,you feel him smirk against your lips- he definitely knows, what he’s doing to you. mingi is quick to act, with a swift move he lifts you up by your thighs and plops you down on top of the counter and instantly stands between your legs. "you’re so obedient my love~" he hums in a low voice tone which makes your legs tremble, you loved this side of him so much you wanted to see it more often but you knew better than anyone else, that mingi was just a big baby at heart ( which you also loved dearly)

"i need you so bad princess..look what you’ve done to me" he nods his head downwards and you immediately spot his growing erection in his washed out blue jeans. you bite your lip nervously and wrap your arms around his tiny waist, pulling him closer to yourself "would you like me to take care of you?" you ask him in a hushed voice, an innocent smile showing as you looked up at him through batted lashes. mingi's gaze darkens at your response, he’s ready to take you right here and there but he didn’t expect to hear a loud screech seconds after.

"SANIE!!! THEYRE TRYING TO FUCK ON THE KITCHEN COUNTER AND RUIN MY SAFE SPACE!!!" wooyoung shrieks loudly before he runs towards the couple to pull mingi away from you.

"YOU! you know exactly that this is my kitchen— well not technically but since san and i almost married this was supposed to be our spot!!" the blonde boy exclaims with a big frown on his face while he points at you.

you on the other side are ready to pass away, you’ve never been more embarrassed than in this exact moment.

"oh shut up woo i know for a fact that you would’ve done the exact same thing and probably even in public" you turn your head to check which voice it belonged to and then you see yeosang stand in the doorframe with a glass of wine in his right hand.

wooyoung stares at his best friend of 8 years in disbelieve and stomps away angrily.

"i can’t believe it!! after all those years all i’m getting is betrayal and endless snitching on me.." the short boy's rambling can be heard until he shuts the door of the balcony followed by his boyfriend san tagging along.

"woo baby! come on yeosang wasn’t even serious!!"

after getting caught by wooyoung, you and mingi make your way back into the living room to join the others. luckily no one besides wooyoung and yeosang have seemed to notice what happened in the kitchen. loud music was playing and after a few seconds you noticed that they were playing 'just dance'.

seonghwa and hongjoong were dancing to 'can’t take my eyes off you' and you couldn’t help it but laugh at the way the eldest was struggling to follow the moves on the tv screen.

"joong! you gotta keep it up this used to be our song gosh!" seonghwa frowns while he swings the remote in his hand, copying each move the exact same way as the dancers in the game.

you’re impressed by his dance skills and start cheering for him "GET IT HWA!!" you chuckle and make yourself comfortable on the couch.

mingi joins you seconds later and pulls you closer to his side, his hot breathe hitting your cheek, "miss song, lets make better use of the kitchen counter next time” your eyes widen and you playfully slap his chest in return.

"sir this is not the right time— but perhaps i agree" you mumble back shyly.

mingi just laughs quietly and presses a soft kiss onto your jaw, his arms engulfing you into his warm chest.

#ateez #ateez scenarios #ateez mingi #atz imagines #atz mingi #mingi #mingi scenarios #song mingi #ateez au #ateez reactions #ateez mingi x reader #mingi x reader #kpop #kpop scenarios

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heatherwitch · 4 months

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Hey, Mouse! I was wondering if you knew any spells for uhhh... acquiring a home? My family and I are waist deep in the housing crisis problems, and I was thinking of doing a spell for finding a place;; sorry if this is a pesky ask;;

Hello! There’s a whole section for house hunting in this masterpost! Best of luck ❤️

#mouse squeaks #gabbi-the-grackle

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new-tella-us · 6 months

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Oh yeah. I keep forgetting to post this draft. So I made sketches of Mika’s parents. I kept David mainly the same but Laura got a lot of changes including becoming a lot more relevant and intimidating to specifically the boys. I should probably finally go over David and Laura’s story but I’ll be brief…ish. It’s mainly about Laura btw as David lives a generally average life.

David is the son of CEO and Warlock Harold Anderson. He too, once, was a warlock practicing demonic magic as his father did. It was basically a family tradition. He would stop the practice all together when Laura was pregnant with Mika for reasons more relevant to Laura’s entire overhaul. He is aware of demons, angels, devils and the like but his distance from his father’s magic makes him susceptible to magical influence.

Now…Laura. For the longest time I’ve been saying that Laura isn’t completely human. But I never specified what she was. She is a nephalim. Same as Saero. Only she’s half angel-half human. Her father is long gone but she does have two living family members, her mother and half brother. These two are only relevant in James’ route where if you were to get the bad end, it would be revealed that the brother managed to convince the angel of destiny to return Mika to her mother.

But what happened to her? How did she end up marrying a human? Long story short, she got curious about the human world and the origins of her father. She attempted to go to the human world only to accidentally end up in the Abyssal Plains. This takes place six years before Mika’s birth. Demons don’t take kindly to angels and especially not the Demon Lord. Next thing she knew, she was in a cell for a year. Over that year, she did attempt a few escapes that didn’t work. She would lose a wing and an eye (hence the hair covering said eye) as “consequence”. It was only when she started talking to one of the prisoners, a woman draped in a red cloak, that she found her way out. The prisoner offered her a means to escape that she was going to take herself, Laura graciously took it and ran off.

One of those “means” was a spell to summon a portal to the human world for real and so, she ended up on earth. She was battered, bruised and injured but escaped. And then she met David. And the rest is history. She didn’t tell David the full story until she felt like she had to so her unborn child wouldn’t be exposed to demonic magic or magic at all and make the same mistakes she made. David, out of both respect for his wife and a new hatred for the cruel demons that would hurt her, stopped using magic and demanded his father do the same or never speak to his child. It was one of the many wedges in their relationship.

So Mika is 25% angel and I’m not just using that as a “fun fact”. I added a piece of lore that says that angels can’t be enthralled. Laura is completely immune to enthrallment and Mika is resistant. This closes the plot hole I notice where those who were enthralled would not be aware that they were being enthralled but Mika was aware even if she couldn’t resist. This is the reason behind that. As for how this would change the housewarming party, from Mika’s perspective (aka Seduce Me 1) it wouldn’t change. In front of her daughter, Laura would pretend to be enthralled and not question the boys.

However, there could be a cutscene or episode that reveals a moment where Laura walks away from her family and towards one of the boys, the one she suspects is trying to control her. And who would that be other than Sam and Erik, the two that opened the door in the first place.

Oh yeah! Another lore thing. Angels and sense demon magic and link it to said demon. Demon magic has a sort of aura that can linger on people that demons have used their magic against. Aka, Laura can see that Sam and Erik did…something to her daughter and she’s not happy.

#seduce me the otome #seduce me demon war #seduce me #redesign #seduce me fanart #seduce me david #seduce me laura #seduce me mika

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simslegacy5083 · 3 months

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NSB (Straud Legacy) Gen 9 Ep. 106: So Much to Celebrate

Now that Noemi and Luigi’s island home was setup for living, all their guests could get comfortable and enjoy the fruits of their labor.

Peachy , Anderson, and Gilbert were most comfortable in the kitchen, quickly staking out a spot at the counter to make their signature dishes.

While Peachy and Anderson bonded over their favorite gourmet recipes Gilbert claimed he was “no fancy chef”, but he was happy to grill up his girls' favorite “toasty” in the sandwich press he’d purchased as his housewarming gift to the pair.

Gilbert’s daughter knew all these sims well, but so many of them in one place was still a bit overwhelming. She retreated to their quiet dining alcove and invited Amaya, Isra, and her old friend Kenzie to join her there as a bubble of friendly conversation to block out the crowded scene.

Noemi smiled when Amaya enviously told her “you’re still looking perfectly pregnant as ever I see” – pointing at her friends own full term stomach and remarking “well I’d say your soccer ball has also ballooned out quite nicely!” When Isra asked “when are you due?”, they responded in unison “any day now!” laughing as they agreed that they were ready to give up their rounded bellies and finally meet their sons.

“Are you sure Luigi is OK with you inviting me to the party?” Isra continued “Oh yes” Noemi said, sharing a grin with Amaya. “That’s a funny story actually…”

While the ladies were filling Isra in on their shared romantic history, at the other end of the house Beau had popped his present into the video gaming console and challenged his highness to “try and keep up”.

Denton grabbed a third controller, grinning at the face his cousin was making at his ex-rival as he settled down to join them in a little friendly competition.

Anderson’s waffles and Gilbert’s toasties came out perfectly, but some combination of bad installation or wiring in the new, high end, oven range made Peachy’s first batch of cupcakes go up in flames!

As the fire alarm started blaring everyone rushed in to see what was the matter. Thinking fast Anderson grabbed an extinguisher from under the sink while Peachy summoned one of his own, the two sims working together to quickly put out the blaze.

One Repairo spell later Peachy was ready for a second attempt, and this time the Foxbury themed dessert he’d chosen to celebrate the couple's graduation baked up without incident, soon joining the other two sims delicious offerings on the side table.

After they ate Noemi pulled her father aside to get some advice and comfort from the man who had helped calm her mind ever since she was little.

She’d never fully gotten past the fear of death brought on by the dehydration scare in her second trimester. The fire had brought all those worries surging back to the surface. If it hadn’t been for Anderson’s and Peachy’s quick action she didn’t want to think about what might have happened.

Her father reassured her that although death was a natural part of living, it was still far away for her, and even farther away for the wonderful little grandbaby she was almost finished making. They would both have long lives to come to terms with the idea of leaving this world behind, and maybe by the time they were elders they might even look forward to “moving on to the next world” as much as she was looking forward to birth now.

Just as they were finishing up their conversation Noemi heard Luigi calling out her name. Heading his direction, she found him standing with his own father, who was holding out a giftwrapped box covered in… holes?

Luigi opened the lid and smiled in delight at the tiny furry head that immediately popped into view. Peachy told his son “If your papa were here, he’d say that every sim needs a feline friend, and so I thought this little girl would be the perfect gift for your new little boy”.

Luigi teared up a bit at that, thanking his dad and cuddling the tiny kitten close. When he turned to Noemi and asked what she thought they should name her she only hesitated a moment before replying “Blossom” since she thought their new baby cat looked “just as sweet and soft as a flower”.

Little Blossom was just one of many gifts the pair were lucky enough to get that evening, but Luigi didn’t expect one of his favorites to be bestowed upon him after stumbling onto his fiancée and his ex chatting together in the nursery.

Noemi had shied away from the camera as her pregnancy had progressed, her struggle to accept her changing body making the idea of taking photos hard for her. He could hardly believe his ears when, chuckling, she let Amaya pull out her phone and snap a photo of the two of them to “remember this momentous occasion”. It was one of the only pictures he would have of her carrying their son and he intended to cherish it.

As Noemi left to begin seeing their guests off towards home Luigi offered Amaya a sincere thank you. She archly replied “it wasn’t for you, hot stuff, but you’re welcome” before making her way over to Noemi to say goodbye to her friend.

By the time everyone had gone Noemi and Luigi were ready to call it a night. They couldn’t, however, settle down to sleep without taking their expensive new canopy bed for a test drive!

After a bang-up time under the covers, they cuddled up close in their favorite position, drifting off safe in the comfort of one another's arms.

View The Full Story of My Not So Berry Challenge Here

#sims 4 #sims 4 challenge #sims 4 legacy #sims4 #sims 4 nsb #sims 4 not so berry #sims4nsbstraud #sims 4 let's play #sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 lets play

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grim-wildwood · 6 months

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Fruits in Ritual

These kinds of fruits are very common in every household and grocery store, yet many rarely think of the magickal properties of these sweet gifts from nature. Herbs are aromatic and sensual, but thinking outside the box, especially with food items, is a great way to expand your understanding of the craft.

Apples

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Surround the Empress card from the tarot with apple slices (dried or fresh) and leave them on the altar for help with fertility.

Pour a libation of apple juice during your ritual to ask for the gift of insight or to seek help with life decisions.

Add apple peels to a large pot or cauldron of water with cinnamon, allspice, and/or ginger root to infuse your home with romance.

If you cut an apple in half, you will find a pentacle star in the middle. Press spell ingredients into the flesh or use it to symbolize earth on an all-natural altar.

Apple branches make gorgeous wands. Leave yours natural, or decorate it with gemstones, shells, sea glass, feathers, etc.

Burn apple blossom incense to enhance your connection to other realms.

The bitter seeds of an apple make excellent additions to mojo bags, spells, or amulets for protection.

Plant an apple tree in your yard to bless your home for prosperity.

Blackberries

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Blackberry leaves can be used in sachets and spell jars for protection and prosperity.

Blackberries are considered sacred especially to Goddess Brigid.

A blackberry bush forming a natural arch is considered a good omen and a great aid to magickal healing.

One traditional use consists of crossing the brambles to get rid of evil spirits.

The leaves of the blackberries have stomach settling and anti-inflammatory properties.

Eat blackberries or drink their juice before divination.

Blackberry bushes were also used for home protection under the assumption that any malevolent spirits would be compelled to count all the berries, and that would prevent them from entering your home.

Juniper

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Juniper has strong cleansing properties in magic. Traditionally, it was used in burial rites, in protective rituals, and to eliminate evil spirits.

The house can be smudged with smoke from burning juniper needles to cleanse the energy.

Juniper twigs are hung on the front door for protection from people with impure thoughts and from evil spirits. A properly planted juniper, with magick, care, and love, can protect the home from thieves and general bad vibes.

Juniper is widely used to remove unwanted love spells.

Juniper attracts good luck and protects against diseases. Juniper woods are burned, and their pleasant fragrance is suitable as an incense for ritual offerings during the autumn Samhain fire festival at the beginning of the Celtic year to honor the Gods and Lunar Goddess.

If you feel like your body has absorbed so many negativities and need healing, Juniper Berries can be used as an amulet to facilitate much stronger healing.

Juniper Berries can be used in love spells to draw love to your circle or eliminate undesired emotions and suitors.

There is also an opinion that magick wands and staves can be made of juniper. Juniper wands enhance the psychic abilities of the owner as well as protect them from curses and evil spirits.

Pomegranate

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Pomegranate juice can be used as a symbol for blood in a spell.

Pomegranate juice and seeds can be used in love spells as well as protection spells.

Make an ink using pomegranate leaves and vinegar and use it to write fertility, prosperity, and protection spells.

Give pomegranates as a housewarming gift to bestow the blessings of abundance and prosperity on a household.

Hang branches near or above your door to ward off evil.

Drink the juice or eat the seeds while working with the moon. Meditate and ask for guidance, knowledge, or wisdom.

Oranges

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Valencia oranges, associated with the high midsummer season, can be placed on the Litha altar.

Dried orange peel can be included in creativity sachets. For example, try combining dry orange peel and coffee grounds to break through writer’s block.

Oranges are a sun symbol. Use them in sun magick and solar rites.

Leave dried orange peel by the bathroom sink or wherever you get ready in the morning. Oranges have an energizing effect.

Associated with abundance, oranges make the perfect addition to spells of monetary success.

Blend dried orange into ritual incense. Orange peel blends well with a variety of other scents, particularly spicy ones.

During the solar holidays, fill your chalice with orange juice to welcome the sun back at Yule, or bid him farewell on Midsummer.

Combine a few drops of orange essential oil with a natural alcohol base like vodka, put it in a spray bottle, and spritz it over the altar for a lovely energy cleansing.

For the kitchen witch, make some orange marmalade from scratch and bless it for joy.

#witchcraft #nature #paganism #witch tips #Wildwood Witchcraft

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midcenturygoth · 1 year

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New Neigbors - Zosan

Zoro pounds against his new neighbor’s front door with the power and might of a thousand jackhammers. “Oi! Oi!”, he yells, his voice rough and demanding. Whoever has moved into the house next to his humble abode has been getting on his nerves for about a week now and Zoro’s had it. He’s absolutely fuming.

It takes a while, but the door eventually opens to reveal a waifish man in a ridiculously oversized pink shirt with a panda on it and scandalously bare legs. “Oi, you–!”, Zoro’s complaints die on his tongue, the second blue eyes meet his own. He looks the man up and down. A fluffy white headband with a big bow holds back blond hair to reveal two strangely curly eyebrows, long fingers are gripping a wooden spoon and naked muscular thighs flex as he shifts his weight from one leg to the other. Oh… wow. Okay.

“Yes?”, a deep voice questions, snatching Zoro back to reality. “What’s the matter?”

“Uhm… uh. Pants?”, Zoro stutters.

“Huh?”, the man looks down at his legs. He reaches out and tugs up his shirt and Zoro almost dies of a heart attack - but the blond goes on to reveal tiny booty shorts that are covered by the shirt.

“Oh.”, Zoro breathes. “Right.” A blush spreads on his face involuntarily.

“Are you my neighbor?”, the man then asks with a tilt of his head.

“Well.”, Zoro says, swallows. “Yeah.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Sanji.”, the guy bows half-politely, his hand with the spoon still raised.

Right. Right. Of course the man would have a name. “I’m Zoro.”, Zoro imitates Sanji’s little bow.

“Do you want to come in, Zoro? I’m cooking dinner, it’s almost done, too.”, Sanji takes a step back and gestures towards the hallway.

“Uh…”, Zoro starts but Sanji has already vanished into the house. It seems he has no other choice than to follow. He shuts the door behind him and follows the mouthwatering smell of sizzling garlic and onion into a nicely furnished kitchen. And there he stands, with his back to him, Sanji, stirring something in a pot. Zoro awkwardly walks up to him to awkwardly stand next to him.

“It’s a simple mushroom risotto, I hope you like it.”, Sanji tells him. “Would you go grab two plates? They’re in the cabinet above the microwave.” Without complaint, Zoro follows Sanji’s orders. It’s almost as if he’s been put under a spell. The plates are round and white, ordinary and nondescript. He puts them onto Sanji’s wooden table and then waits for his next instructions. The other man throws a folded towel onto the table and then places the steaming hot pot onto it with ease and grace.

Sanji reaches for the plates one by one and scoops a hefty amount of risotto onto them. “There’s spoons in that drawer and glasses over there, would you get them please?”, and, of course, Zoro gets them. Why wouldn’t he, seeing as he’s being held prisoner by his own desires and lust. They sit down and dig in and it’s the best food Zoro’s ever had in his entire very short but very long life. He mmmmhs and haaas heartily, to show Sanji his utmost appreciation. The blond lets out a little giggle at his antics. Sitting down, Sanji’s oversized shirt has risen up to reveal his small shorts and creamy thighs and Zoro can’t help but sneak glances every now and then.

“I’m new to the neighborhood and I haven’t really had the chance to meet anyone yet, so it’s nice that you came over to visit me.”, Sanji says kindly.

The true reason why Zoro has come over...

“Sorry that I got you no housewarming gift.”, Zoro shrugs. Ah, he’s a pitiful bastard.

…remains a secret. For now.

Read the rest on AO3:

#fanfiction #zosan #one piece #fic #zosan fic #zoro x sanji #op

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Weird Pizza Tower AU that my brain decided to cook up while waking up this morning,

Pizzahead learns some new magic during the time that Gerome and John rebuilt the tower (their home). While Gustavo and Peppino are helping the pillar men plan a housewarming party, Pizzahead decides to make his move.

He swaps the species of everyone at the tower, except for Brick, turning Gustavo and Peppino into pillar men and John and Gerome into humans. Pizzahead captures Brick who does his best to attack the guy while the others are poorly adjusting to their new bodies.

He uses Peppino as the main pillar, much like John, and instead of turning Gustavo into a janitor like Gerome, he winds up becoming an additional pillar, but easier to remove (which comes into play later). However he sends John and Gerome to Peppino's Pizzeria, acting as a “calling card” of sorts, and a challenge to anyone that dares stand against him.

Noise finds out about this and immediately takes charge, exclaiming that “no one can mess with his rival like that,” with Noisette following immediately after him, getting a bad feeling.

Pizzahead takes the first opportunity he has to swap the species of Brick and The Noise, getting stronger every time he uses his new spell. By the time he transforms Noise into a rat, he's strong enough to transform people at will, not needing to swap them with another person or creature. He turns Noisette into a rabbit.

Additionally, the more Pizzahead uses this magic, the more monstrous looking he becomes, and the more wild he gets, turning even more manic than he was during his bossfight.

The Noise had set up a camera for the others, so that they know what's going on. Once it's cut off by Pizzahead’s attack, Vigilante goes to the tower to try and take care of business. Fake Peppino is left behind, however he, too, decides to go to the tower, hoping that he can help in some way. He finds Noise and Noisette in Pepperman's boss room, Pepperman specifically turned into a painting, and is quite disgruntled by it, having returned to the tower in hopes that he could find his old art supplies and works.

Fake Peppino starts to climb the tower, despite all the doors being locked tight, squeezing through any holes between bricks. Pizzahead finds him immediately on floor two, and turns him into an actual human, claiming that he was completing some “unfinished business.” Although fake Peppino is human now, he still looks like himself, not exactly like Peppino. Although, he’s much more stable, and less uncanny. Fake Peppino gets tossed back to floor one, and must figure out how to ascend the tower from there.

He gets help from Noise, who is filling a similar, but not exactly the same role as Brick. Meanwhile, Brick is looking for Gustavo, and succeeds, leading Fake Peppino to him so they can figure out a way to free him. Once freed, Gustavo realizes he can help them ascend the tower.

Fake Peppino later finds Vigilante turned into a cheese dragon, and on a rampage at that, due to his new form. Once he's calmed down he's a valuable member of the party.

… That’s all I got for now, but it was fun to think about!

#Pizza Tower #Pizza Pillar AU #Pizza Tower AU

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partmathpartmagic · 1 month

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The Gift

Rielle/Astarion | 6/7 chapters | no smut just sad | read on AO3

Rielle hasn't seen Astarion for two centuries, and then he shows up at her art show (where several of the paintings are of him) for a painful reunion.

As if her mind had conjured him, Astarion was in front of her. It was the night in the garden all over again; her body folded into him before her brain even processed that he was there. Questions swirled in her mind, but she ignored them. She needed this. For as long as it lasted, for whatever reason, she was going to accept this from him. He owed her, and she was collecting.

Chapter 5: 10 years later (part 2)

If she were to paint a portrait of grief, Rielle would use saturated colors. Colors that clashed and vibrated together so the composition was hard to look at for too long.

There had been a time in her youth when she’d started getting headaches, horrible ones that confined her to her bed for hours. Colors would dance behind her eyelids, caustic greens and burning reds. Her mind would feel detached, her head too light. She hadn’t had one of those headaches in years, but as she stepped through the portal onto Shadowheart’s balcony, she remembered what it felt like. Grief didn’t feel so different, really.

The spell she’d used only allowed travel to places she’d been before, and it wasn’t always precise. Still, when she’d focused her magic, it had been this balcony she’d pictured. These worn slats of wood under her feet, warm in the late summer air; these soft lanterns; these vining plants curling around the railing; these fragrant flowers trailing from the eaves. There were fireflies dancing on the gentle breeze, and in her memory there was also laughter, the sound of an old friend. She’d spent a few nights here with Shadowheart, sharing a bottle of wine and catching up.

This wasn’t the same cottage she’d moved into after their adventures together–that one she’d sold after her wife had died. This cottage had been her “fresh start” some 60 years ago. It was a bit further from the city, and she’d built it from scratch. She’d had help, of course, but she hadn’t needed much. Rielle remembered the housewarming party. Everything had smelled like wood and paint, and as she showed her around the new catio and the massive enclosure for her owlbear rescues, her friend had smiled for the first time in years.

The last time she’d visited, Rielle had brought a bottle of mermaid whiskey. Shadowheart had moved from wine to “harder stuff” in the last few years as her system started reacting to the acidity. “I need to drink less,” she’d said, “but still get just as drunk.” Rielle had asked if the second part was also on her healer’s recommendation, and Shadowheart had told her it very much was. Rielle didn’t argue. Instead, she’d sat with her friend and talked long into the night. They’d played their favorite drinking game, which was to take a shot every time Shadowheart’s old wound from Shar acted up. It was effective as always.

This had been almost a year ago now, and Rielle could barely remember what they’d talked about. Their old loves, probably, since it would’ve been around the anniversary of Mylaela’s death. Several decades later, Shadowheart still marked the occasion. Mylaela had been a perfect compliment to her, bold where Shadowheart was cautious, bubbly where she was reserved. But while Shadowheart’s tougher exterior belied a secret softness, Lae had been all fire and fierceness at her core. And she loved fiercely, refusing to let her wife settle for anything less than what she deserved. Rielle and Lae had gotten along because they both agreed: Shadowheart deserved the world.

She had died of natural causes, living to a decent age for a tiefling. They’d had nearly 50 years together, filled with all the sweetness and all the suffering that life tends to be filled with. Shadowheart had changed after that. Eventually she’d gotten her smile back, but it wasn’t ever the same. “Different isn’t always worse,” Shadowheart had said at her housewarming. “Sometimes it’s just different.”

Rielle would agree any other day, but right now, standing on the balcony, all she wanted was for things to stay the same just a little bit longer. The longing was like an ache in her chest, a heaviness in her limbs.

Being here again, she suddenly remembered another night, a couple years ago now. They’d talked about this day, she realized. They’d speculated on when it would be, who would show up, who would cry the most. It had been silly then. It had seemed so far away.

Halsin was waiting with open arms, of course. The second she oriented herself, Rielle moved to embrace him. She pulled back, suddenly panicked that she’d arrived too late even though she’d packed her bag in a hurry. “Is she…?”

“She’s in there, I believe she’s still awake if you want to see her.”

Rielle nodded. She moved to the door, letting her bag slide off her shoulders.

Fuck, she wasn’t ready for this. Her entire mind fought back against reality. It couldn’t be Shadowheart in that room, laying on that bed, living through her final hours. It didn’t make sense. She exuded life. Just being around her made Rielle feel young again, like she was back on the road to Baldur’s Gate, unraveling mysteries and falling in love and feeling like her future was full of possibilities. Surely Shadowheart had some future left?

She knew enough by now not to let her mind call the shots. She moved toward the door without hesitation, pulling back her hair. This was as ready as she was ever going to feel, she knew.

She took a deep breath, trying desperately to ignore her panicking mind, and opened the door.

When she entered the room, she was met with the heavy scent of herbal potions for sleeping and pain management. Wilhelmina (a friend of Shadowheart’s from her days as a local healer, the only death cleric she trusted for her last days) was by Shadowheart’s head, casting what looked like a diagnostic spell. Arnell, Shadowheart’s father, sat on the other side of the bed, watching Wilhelmina work and looking more tired than anyone had ever looked before. Rielle wondered if he’d tranced at all in the last few days.

She hung back to let the cleric finish. Once she did, Rielle stepped forward, and three pairs of eyes fell on her. She only returned Shadowheart’s gaze, moving toward her bedside and pulling up a chair that had been shoved out of the way for Wilhelmina. The halfling woman made her way to a small table on the back wall to work on some potions as she sat. Arnell gave her a half smile, but didn’t say anything.

Her friend looked old. Tired. It was hard to pinpoint what had changed, exactly. The last time Rielle had seen her, she had had some kind of intangible energy, some life force in her that was now… gone. It was still Shadowheart laying in the bed, but somehow much less alive. Rielle wondered if it would ever be possible to paint a feeling like that.

“Hello, lovely,” Shadowheart croaked out, giving Rielle a smile. The smile was all Shadowheart, sweet and just a little bit cunning.

“Hi, my love. How are you?”

“Dying, actually.” She raised her eyebrows and spoke lightly, like she was discussing the weather.

Rielle mirrored her expression, giving her a half smile. “Lucky I happened to be passing by, then!”

They laughed softly together as Rielle reached out and took one of her hands. It felt fragile, papery. The fingers were warm, but just barely. She was afraid to move too quickly for fear that she’d break her friend’s fingers. “You look lovely as ever, my dear.”

Her friend rolled her eyes. “I’m in a state, I’m sure. Would you help me, actually?” She moved as if to sit up, and Wilhelmina made a disapproving sound across the room. She settled back down on her pillows with an exasperated sigh, and Rielle couldn’t help but laugh.

“Stubborn as ever. What do you need?”

“Would you help with my hair? There’s a brush around here somewhere, dad offered but I don’t trust his braiding skills.”

Rielle felt her throat tighten and smiled to cover it. “I’d love to, babe. Let me find it.”

She rose, sliding her hand out from Shadowheart’s, and walked the perimeter of the bedroom, looking for a hairbrush. She’d been in here before, but she loved it still. There were old greeting cards propped up on a shelf, along with a couple small awards and some dried bouquets from patients over the years. Bookshelves she had sworn to fill when she built the cottage that were now overflowing. A small hairless cat was lounging on a windowsill, and he gave her a suspicious look that didn’t go away even as he purred and licked her hand. She passed the mirror above the vanity, dried flowers and herbs from the balcony slipped under the frame all around the glass. The brush was there, along with various oils and creams, and for a second Rielle caught her reflection. It hadn’t changed in centuries. Behind her, she saw her friend, visibly diminished. She looked away before she could process the image and returned to the bed.

“This is the only brush I saw, I assume this is correct?”

Her friend smiled and nodded gently.

“Good. Let me just—“ she reached over and gently lifted Shadowheart’s head off the pillow, pulling her hair all to one side. Then, working from the ends, she began to brush. White hairs tangled in the bristles as she worked, but soon the long locks were under control. She divided the hair into three sections, running her fingers down the lengths of each to make sure they were fully separated. When she was satisfied, she began to braid. As she worked, Shadowheart began to hum, her voice soft and dry. She recognized the tune but didn’t know the words—something about a river, she thought. Slowly the plait took shape, glistening white hair weaving together at the side of Shadowheart’s neck and draping over one shoulder. Rielle slipped a tie off her wrist and fastened the hair at the bottom, laying it softly over her friend’s fragile arm.

She sat back to admire her work. “Ravishing, my dear.”

Shadowheart gave her a half smile. Her face grew serious for a moment, like she was remembering something. “Do you remember the night the tieflings threw us a party?”

“Of course.” Rielle’s thoughts immediately turned bittersweet, but she kept the emotion from her voice. The night was etched permanently in her memory, not because of the way their party had bonded for the first time or whatever lovely memory Shadowheart was likely thinking of, but because it was the first night she spent with Astarion.

“I don’t know if you know this,” Shadowheart said thoughtfully, “but if you’d come back and shared that bottle with me, I would’ve tried to sleep with you.”

Rielle’s thoughts stopped in their tracks. She sputtered, momentarily speechless. “...I had no idea—wait, what?? I thought you were going to say something really beautiful and poetic about friendship or something!?”

Shadowheart began laughing helplessly at the look on her face, and Rielle couldn’t help but join. All her feelings filtered through her laughter and she felt tears running down her cheeks as she giggled like a little girl. She wasn’t sure how long they laughed, heads together and hands clasped. When they finally quieted, she wiped her cheeks, smiling. “I’m single, there’s still time.”

Her friend shook her head, still smiling. “I’m over you, babe. You missed your shot. And—well, you’re not really single, are you?”

Rielle blushed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You haven’t had another serious partner in all this time, babe. Even for an elf, 2 centuries is quite a dry spell.”

“Hells, it hasn't—“ she realized she was talking loudly and they weren’t alone in the room. She lowered her voice and continued, “it hasn’t been a dry spell, I’m not celibate or anything. Just... not looking for anything serious.”

Shadowheart smirked and settled back into her pillow. She was quiet for a moment, and when she spoke again her voice was thoughtful. “I’m a bit jealous, if I’m honest. Always have been. So many times I’ve wanted to take you by the shoulders and shake you, tell you you’re wasting your time, but you have so much of it, don’t you? It’s your prerogative to waste some of it.”

Rielle frowned. She’d never thought of it that way, but of course it would be frustrating to watch a friend being stubborn, refusing to move on, when stubbornness wasn't something you could afford.

“Just promise me,” her friend continued, her voice fading a bit now, “you won’t waste too much more. It doesn’t have to be forgiveness, but I need to know you’ll let yourself love someone again. Soon.”

Fuck. Even from her deathbed, Shadowheart was taking care of her. Rielle nodded, ignoring the way her eyes were welling up. “I promise, love.” She could tell her friend was getting tired again, so she pulled the quilt up to cover her more fully. She wanted to take care of her in return.

“I think I’m a bit frightened, Ri.” Shadowheart was speaking softly, looking past Rielle instead of right at her like she was embarrassed. “Excited to see Lae again, of course. That will be so lovely. But it’s been a long time since I didn’t know what tomorrow would hold.”

Rielle's whole throat felt clogged with emotion. “It would be strange if you weren't, I think. You’re so brave, though. I bet Lae is waiting for you right now with a warm cup of tea.”

Shadowheart closed her eyes, sighing. “Lovely.” She didn’t open her eyes again as she spoke. “Not to be rude, but I think I need a nap.”

Rielle nodded, though she couldn’t see. “Of course, sweetheart. Just rest. I—“ she swallowed to keep her voice from breaking—“I love you so much, Shadowheart.”

Shadowheart smiled, and Rielle was about to stand when she felt a small, frail hand on her arm. “The cat over there—he’s yours, alright? I love you, babe.” She spoke in almost a whisper.

Rielle folded her hand over her friend’s. She was trying very hard not to think about what a big deal it was for Shadowheart to give away one of her beloved animals. She was trying very hard not to think about anything right now.

She was almost done. She could keep it together a moment longer. “Thank you, love. I’ll take good care of him.”

With another sigh, her friend drifted off to sleep.

Rielle felt the dam inside her cracking with every passing second. She needed to get out of here. It was the last thing Arnell needed, someone breaking down in sobs while he tried to keep himself together for his daughter.

She rose swiftly, dropping a gentle kiss on her friend’s forehead before turning to the door. She walked through it without a word to Wil or Arnell, sure that if she opened her mouth a sob would escape. It felt like she was floating out of the room, her feet not touching the ground until she heard the door latch behind her.

Then, she let go.

She had the presence of mind to hold her hands over her mouth to quiet herself, but she felt each sob through her entire body as she stumbled over to the wall, bending forward like she'd been punched in the stomach. There wasn’t enough air in the world to appease her body as she dragged in lungful after lungful.

Everything was sadness and dread and crushing loneliness. It was her friend in that bed. There was no one like her. There never would be again. It shouldn’t be possible to sustain a loss like this, not for her and not for the world. Everything should stop until they figured out how to keep her alive.

They could, of course. There was always a way. Jaheira had that scroll all those years ago, and it wasn’t the only one. Halsin was letting himself die of old age, but he didn’t have to, it was a conscious decision. And where Druids had their ways of surviving, clerics had theirs. Rielle felt a surge of anger towards her friend for giving up, immediately followed by a crushing guilt.

She’d been through enough. She’d lived her life. It was time for her to go.

Her mind always did this. It convinced itself that if it could make sense of things it wouldn’t feel so much. But the logic just made more room for hurt. And hells, this hurt.

She heard the creak of the deck as Halsin stood and stepped toward her to offer comfort, and instinctively she put up a hand. No arms around her would be better than the wrong arms right now. Pathetic, her mind whispered, but she was too far gone to care.

She tried to force air into her lungs. She felt like she was falling apart. She just wanted him. The person she always wanted when she felt like this. The person who wouldn’t be there.

And then, a familiar voice speaking an incantation. A smell she’d know anywhere.

As if her mind had conjured him, Astarion was in front of her.

It was the night in the garden all over again; her body folded into him before her brain even processed that he was there. Questions swirled in her mind, but she ignored them. She needed this. For as long as it lasted, for whatever reason, she was going to accept this from him. He owed her, and she was collecting.

Just the scent of him calmed her. Rosemary, bergamot, brandy, swirling around her, filling her lungs, making her feel like a younger version of herself. One who felt hope and love and joy in the most uncomplicated ways. Her heart ached, for him and for that version of herself. She wanted to be stupid and innocent and stop worrying and just forgive him. She wanted it so, so badly.

It felt like his arms were holding her together, and she let him support her weight, muffling her sobs in his shirt. Gods, it smelled so good. His shirt smelled like warm nights, laughter, friendship, Gale’s cooking. The nostalgia of it all sent another wave of grief crashing over her; losing Shadowheart would mean all of their friends were just a little farther away. He held her tighter as she gasped for air.

It didn’t fix anything else she was feeling, it didn’t make the sadness smaller. It just made her feel a little bigger in comparison. She was making a mess of his shirt, but she figured that was the least he deserved. For now, she wouldn’t worry about any of it. For now, she’d stay here, let the colors dance behind her eyelids, and just feel.

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