#i ordered new crystal beads

[mamayan]

Can you do more dom muzans daughter please??? 🥺🥺

Genya Shinazugawa x Fem! Demon! Reader

cw: NSFW • Dom! Reader • Sub! Genya • Puppy Training • Genya referred to as dog/puppy/mutt • Praise/Degradation • Anal beads/Pegging • Strap Sucking • Dumbification • Edging/Denial • Owner/Pet Dynamic • Dacryphilia • Begging

P.1 Here

Pride is an illusion.

Genya realized this once the truth came to light.

He realized you were like Nezuko. Not harming humans or devouring them like he thought. Despite being Muzan’s offspring and first creation as a demon, you’d withheld your desires and nature longer than any other. In a way, you were allies.

That realization came with another.

“A-ah~ nghh—!”

“Such a good puppy, they’re all in now.”

His ass felt so full it was unbelievable they’d all actually fit inside him, only the long furry leather tail end swinging between his legs now was out. The cool heavy glass beads looked frightening when you’d first spoke of where you’d put them, but as he wiggled his hips, Genya couldn’t help but pant like the animal you likened him to. Tongue out as drool pooled onto the floor below, head dizzy as his fingers dug into the bedding below.

“Bad boy.” A harsh and startling tug on his neck jerked his attention upward to where you stood. The fine leather collar around his neck was turning his pale skin beneath it red from how often you’d tugged on it today. The silver delicate chain attached to the collar ran a rope and led up to your hand which held the end. A leash.

“Eyes on me.” Your order is absolute. He can’t—doesn’t want to—disobey. Not when you make him feel like this, not when you’re so beautiful even as you frown down at him.

“W-woof—!” His bark still needs work, a little awkward and timid, but it was cute how enthusiastic he seemed to be about it, smile crooked and eyes a bit blurry with tears. His long lashes held the soft dew like crystals decorating them, and his flushed and sweaty skin broke up his intimidating appearance. You cooed down at him, crouching a bit to pet the soft line of hair that wasn’t shaven in the middle, pushing a few strands off his forehead which had gotten stuck during his insertion process.

“Be good for me puppy, I’m going to go get a new toy for us to play with.” Then you left, leaving Genya still on all fours, his ass full of the anal bead tail you’d fucked him with, and the tight rope around his cock turning the poor appendage a dark red as it pathetically leaked pre-cum.

He trembled and panted, and an enormous part of him needed to untie the damn rope around his cock so he could finally cum, but another half of him fought against that disobedient desire. He didn’t want to see the look of disappointment on your face, nor did he think he could handle it.

You came back quickly, which he was grateful for as his urges were becoming near unbearable in his solitude. He was also very proud he hadn’t broke, because you came back completely naked. His eyes widening and soaking up your nude figure, his swollen cock jumping in another plea to cum but especially inside of you.

“Is puppy excited? I bet you wish you could put your little puppy cock inside me, but that can wait another day.” You held something in your hand, and it took his brain a moment to register the phallus shaped object. “I have a new game we can play.” Then you were using a dark red silk and tying it around your waist, his eyes tracking each movement with pure rapture as more drool slid down his jaw without his knowledge, mouth parted as you wove the silk around your thighs and back up. Once it was secure and tight, there a leather holster he realized that allowed you to slide the phallus made from some type of jade into it. It was smooth and riderless unlike an actual cock, and he was dumbfounded when you stood before him with it jutting out proudly.

“Suck it.”

“…?” His silent question received no answer, as you didn’t repeat yourself. Just gave him time to process the new command.

Genya cautiously moved, as if you’d reach out and grab him any second, but you didn’t. You remained perfectly still and poised as he crawled up to you, no sitting up so he could reach properly, whining a bit as the beads shifted in his ass and massaged his prostate. His rough hands lightly touched your soft thighs as he leaned in and tentatively licked the fake cock. His eyes looking into your own the entire time, so unsure and worried of making a mistake you took mercy and pet his hair, encouraging him.

“Good dog, my good boy. Open wide and take it in your mouth.” He obeyed, relaxing under your soft touch on his head, letting the cool object in his mouth and sucking. He looked adorable sucking on your strap, his inexperience completely made up by his eagerness to please as he even began swirling his tongue and acting like it was a true cock. His hips wiggled, eyes rolling back a bit as the beads filled him with pleasure and his achy cock begged for release. He was so engrossed he hardly noticed when you rocked your hips and slid it even deeper, hand tangled in his hair keeping him in place as his eyes watered more and he gaged.

“Look at you puppy, choking on my strap. Get me nice and wet.” He obeyed, slobbering all over it until you pulled it out of his hot mouth with a wet squelch, his drool connecting it still until you took a full step back.

You motioned with your hand for him to turn around, his body moving instinctively and twisting around back onto all fours. His chest rising and falling as excited budded inside his heart. He jerked as you grasped his tail and pulled the first bead out, but was soon gasping and moaning as you repeated it with the rest, arms trembling so much he could hardly keep his upper body raised. You soothed a hand down his spine, his body relaxing as you gently pressed his chest to the floor, leaving his ass raised and in perfect position for you. His broad muscular back slightly damp from his sweat, scars littering him. Genya nearly mewled when you kissed his back, so feather soft and sweet, right over a prominent scar across his spine he nearly died from.

“Brave puppy. Just relax for me.” You took the beads completely out of his twitching stretched ass, lining up the tip of your strap against the fluttering hole and waiting until Genya fully went pliant for you.

Then he’s crying out, a loud drawn out moan as you sink inside his ass, filling him even more than the beads or your fingers ever had.

“Oh f-fuck—!” One eye nearly shuts as he gasps and struggles to breathe as you bottom out.

A sharp slap to his ass only makes him bear down and feel even fuller, too dumb already on the fake cock to think properly.

“Mutts don’t talk—,” you grip his slim hips, drawing out slowly.

“They howl,” and then you’re slamming into him, rough and fast you’re drawing him into a frenzy as he does howl, gripping for purchase he doesn’t have as you buck your hips and drive into him.

“M-master please—!” He needs to cum, he’s going to cum, if the damn rope was just loosened a little he could—

“No. Slutty puppies don’t beg like that.”

He’s going crazy. He feels so full and his balls feel like they’re going burst if he isn’t allowed to cum soon.

Tears spill down his cheeks, eyes going crossed as you fuck him into a whiny moaning mess, tongue limp as his mouth hangs open smushed against the floor. “W-woof—,” it’s more a pathetic croak than any actual dog noise. When he moves to untie his cock himself, his arm is quickly snatched and twisted around, pinned to the middle of his back down and giving you more leverage to pound his hole.

“Woof—! C-Cum pl-pleash—!” He’s a mess, short circuiting the longer he’s denied his orgasm, but you only chuckle, even cruelty gripping his poor cock and squeezing to hear him squeal. His spine arching so deeply you wonder if it hurts.

“Dumb puppies should know the only time they speak is when commanded.” You squeeze again, his wail of pleasured pain making your hips stutter and hit even deeper inside of him due to his jerky thrashing.

“Speak puppy.”

“Ma-Master please—! Let me cum! I need FUCK—!” You lean over him, soft body pressed against his back but the angle shifts and your strap hits directly against his sensitive prostate. Genya is nothing if not vocal about it, “OH FUCK FU—Ah~! Pl-Oh, ngh—! Let me—ah, cum Master, please—!” It’s pathetic wet begging, spit and drool covering his face as you rock into him and smear his head he can no longer lift into it, his own tears like rivers down his pretty red face trying to look back at you.

He really screams when you release the little knot around the rope keeping his cock from bursting.

“Cu-cumming~ oh fuck, ngh—!” He sounds nearly wounded as you continue thrusting into him, his cock jerking and spurting hot ropes of cum over his chest and the ground, hips rolling back into you for more.

You don’t stop even as he lies spent beneath you, only slowing to a languid pace as he pants and catches his breath.

“You okay puppy?”

“Y-yes Master”

“Good boy” you coo, petting his hair while fucking him softer now.

“Let’s do that again. I want you on your back this time.”

His whimpers are drowned by the night you thrive in.

Dividers by @benkeibear

[myers-meadow]

Tav visits Haarlep after the incubus just finished up having a particular rough session with someone and Tav immediately abandons whatever intentions brought them to the boudoir and tends to Haarlep once it becomes clear that no aftercare occurred. 🐾

oh bless, that's so sweet. Someone to consider his needs above all? Incredible. That's the sort of care he deserves <3.

Even with aftercare, I think he'd often been the one giving, not receiving. Some pampering to set that right, is definitively in order.

Running a bath, his favourite scented oils, a gentle back rub, and then falling asleep listening to you read Raphael's dairy out loud as a bed time story... :) This situation is intimate and unexpected enough that it may even get a "what did I do to deserve you?" out of him <3.

Alright; lil drabble (divider by saradika-graphics)

Haarlep found you as he returned, bone tired, to the boudoir. That was intense. Not the most pleasant either, but pleasant has received new meaning after meeting you, so that's hardly a fair standard.

"Hey love," you reach up to press a kiss to his cheek. "You doing alright?"

"What a pleasure to see you pay me a visit," he flirted, shamelessly, flaunting his body as usual as he dragged himself over to the healing pool.

"You don't look that fine to me." You follow him, your armour clanking on the floor behind you as you go. The water smells like cherry, Raphael's favourite. It'll have to do, as your love doesn't seem patient enough to wait for you to run another bath. The water parts before him, the crystal blue contrasting against the red of his skin, and he sinks in deep.

"Just tired."

"Don't tell me you pulled a muscle." you joke, keeping your tone lighthearted. "Would Raphael feel that one too?"

The incubus snorts. "I'm sure you know of a way to make me feel better."

Sex. Everything always seemed to be about sex to him. A lot was, sure. But not tonight. You settle behind him, up to your shoulders in the water. It's always the perfect temperature, a hot bath is truly a luxury. The sponge drips water on his shoulders, beading like glass against his oiled skin. With gentle circles, you wash him. He hums, and after a while, his eyes sink shut. Smiling as you watch him, you take your time to enjoy this moment.

"Lean your head back," you say, softly. He does, and his hair is next. When you're done, you climb onto his lap, the incubus' skin hotter than the water, and bring your hands to his face. His eyes open slowly, blinking like a cat, and his arms snake around your waist.

"Am I being pampered? My my..."

"You wish," you retort, "I'm just trying to get my fill of how delicious you are when you keep your mouth shut." To soothe the sting of your playful teasing, you peck a kiss on his lips.

His laughter rings through the boudoir. "Very well. I'll indulge you."

[mysticalmallard]

Pairing: Juice x OC (Kathrine Morrow)

Description: This is set before season 1 when Juice was still prospecting for the club. Kathrine had just got the keys for her new apartment and part of his hazing for the club Juice was ordered to help lug the boxes from her parents place to hers and set up and move any furniture she had delivered while her and her mother chat

Word count: 1,705

Warnings: none I don't think, well prospect Juice being picked on I suppose

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Boxes and Orange Juice

Juice carried as many boxes as he could up to Katherine's new apartment, each trip back and forth between the van and the place made him swear under his breath. He grumbled as he saw that some of the furniture had been delivered, but he continued dutifully working.

Juice wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, sweat beading on his skin. He sighed and leaned against the wall for a moment, catching his breath before continuing his work.

As Juice carried another box, he caught sight of Katherine and Gemma chatting amongst themselves. Even in the midst of his physical labor, he couldn't help but steal glances at her. She had a kind smile, and he found himself admiring her soft features and her natural charm.

Juice shook his head, trying to snap out of it. He was well aware of who her parents were, and getting involved with her was a dangerous line to cross.

He continued working, lugging the boxes to the apartment, his muscles straining under the weight. Every now and then, his gaze would drift over to Katherine, drawn to her presence like a magnet.

As he placed another box inside the apartment, he heard Gemma's voice call out to him. "Hey prospect, come here for a sec," she said, a hint of authority in her tone.

Juice put down the box he was carrying and walked over to where Gemma was standing. He tried to school his expression, hiding any hint of nervousness, but he couldn't shake off the feeling that he was about to be teased.

Gemma let out a playful smirk, her eyes glinting with amusement. "You're working up quite the sweat, aren't you, sweetheart?" she teased, her voice dripping with a hint of mocking sweetness.

Juice felt a flush of heat rise up his neck, but he tried to play it cool. "Just doing my job," he replied, his voice betraying a slight hint of embarrassment.

Gemma chuckled at his response, clearly enjoying having some power over him. "Well, you're doing a fine job, honey. But I need you to focus on something else," she said, a hint of sly manipulation in her tone.

"What do you need me to do?" Juice asked, his curiosity piqued despite his efforts to remain nonchalant.Gemma leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a low whisper.

"I need you to start assembling that TV unit. Can you handle that, sweetheart?" she inquired, her eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and assertiveness.

Juice took a deep breath, trying to push down the flutter of nerves in his chest. He had no choice but to obey her order. "Yeah, I can handle that," he said, his voice steady despite the internal battle he was fighting.

"Great you do that and I'll pop out for a sec ive got some errands I need to run....oh and prospect you break anything and Clay will have your ass. Am I clear?"

Juice swallowed hard at the mention of Clay. He had no desire to cross the club president. "Crystal clear," he replied, his voice slightly hoarse.

He watched as Gemma walked away, leaving him alone with the daunting task of assembling the TV unit.

"Hey, ermm Juice was it?" Kathrine said, popping her head from the kitchen door way. "Would you like a drink or something? Those boxes must have been heavy"

Juice looked up from the TV unit he had been working on. He was slightly startled by the sound of her voice, not expecting to be addressed.

He tried to compose himself, a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Yeah, it's Juice," he confirmed. "And a drink would be great. Thanks," he added, appreciating her unexpected kindness, but internally concerned that he may be overstepping any boundaries.

Kathrine noticed he was starting to assemble something. "Oh, you don't have to do all that. Bringing everything in was enough"

Juice paused for a moment, surprised by her comment. "It's no problem," he replied, dismissing her concern with a nonchalant shrug. "Gemma told me to assemble it, and I've got to do what she says. Don't worry about it," he reassured her, trying to sound assured despite his slightly uneasy feeling about being alone with her.

"Well if it's apart of your prospect duties I guess you have no choice but atleast take a break sit have a drink I could use some help picking out a paint color for the living room..so you'd technically still be helping"

Juice hesitated for a moment, but he couldn't deny the allure of taking a break and spending some more time with her.

He stood up, stretching his muscles, and accepted her offer. "Sure, a break sounds great," he agreed. "And I'll gladly help with the paint colors if it counts as part of my duties," he added with a hint of playful sarcasm.

He followed her into the kitchen leaning against a wall, his eyes wandering over the space as she hand him a cup of orange juice. "So, what colors are you thinking for the living room?" he asked, genuinely curious, but also secretly enjoying the opportunity to be closer to her.

Kathrine pulled out a small paint chart. "I was thinking maybe a warm ivory color...like creamy beige," she said, her gaze fixed on the chart in her hand. "But I also like this more earthy, greenish gray. What do you think?"

Juice took a step closer, peering at the paint chart. The paint colors swirled into an indistinguishable kaleidoscope before his eyes, his mind a tangled mess. He couldn't care less about paint colors at the moment, his focus on the warm scent of her perfume and the way her hair framed her delicate features.

He let out a low exhale, trying to find his voice. "Uh, they both look nice," he said, attempting a casual tone.

Kathrine let out a soft laugh, picking up on the slightly nervous edge in his voice. "That's helpful," she joked, looking up at him with an amused glimmer in her eyes. "You're great at this whole color coordination thing."

She stood next to him, a hint of playful tease still evident in her expression. As she spoke, her shoulder brushed against his, the contact subtle but electric. Juice felt a shiver run down his spine, and he tried his best to hide his reaction.

He chuckled nervously, running a hand through his short mohawk. "Yeah, I'm a regular interior design expert," he quipped, attempting to match her playful tone.

Kathrine chuckled again and playfully jabbed her elbow into his ribs. Despite his efforts to appear calm, his muscles tensed involuntarily under her touch, betraying his growing nervous energy.

She looked back at the paint chart and pretended to scrutinize the colors. "Maybe I should just go with black," she joked.

Juice chuckled, his nerves slowly beginning to subside as he relaxed. "Hmm, black?" he repeated, his tone laced with playful sarcasm. "That's a bold choice. Might as well turn your living room into a cave. Super cozy."

Just then the front door opened Gemma striding in holding a small vase of flowers. She glances round the living room not seeing Juice anywhere "PROSPECT!!! WHY THE HELL AM I LOOKING AT AN UNBUILT UNIT?"

Juice jolted from his relaxed state, instantly switching back into nervous prospect mode. He quickly approached Gemma, guilt etched across his features.

"I-I was just taking a break, Gemma. Kathrine offered me something to drink," he stumbled over his words, trying to explain himself.

Gemma's eyes narrowed as she scrutinized him, her gaze filled with a mixture of annoyance and suspicion. "You were taking a break, huh?" she repeated, her voice laced with skepticism.

She looked over at Kathrine, her expression softened slightly. "Are you distracting the prospect, honey?"

"Mom calm down I made him take a break before he collapsed or something the way you and the guys have him running around I'm surprised he hasn't had a heart attack yet" Kathrine says trying to lighten mood once again.

"Sweetie, he's a prospect it's his job, paying his dues to prove his commitment to the club you should know that by now...oh here figured if you insist of working at the florist insted of the garage you should probably have a few flowers around here" Gemma hands the bouquet of yellow daisies to Kathrine's arms.

Juice glanced between Gemma and Kathrine, feeling like a kid caught between two parents. The situation was simultaneously amusing and uncomfortable.

He ran a hand over his shaved head, a nervous habit. "I'm fine," he protested weakly. "No heart attack anytime soon."

He watched as Kathpine took the bouquet of daisies, the yellow petals adding a splash of color to the otherwise bare room.

Gemma turns back to Juice "why are you still just standing there?"

"Huh?" Juice says not sure what to say

"The TV unit isn't going to magically build it self prospect" Gemma says mockingly slow in humour.

Juice winced at Gemma's mocking tone. He knew he was treading on thin ice as it was. He straightened his spine, trying to appear more confident than he felt. "Yes, of course," he said, forcing a polite tone.

He glanced at Kathrine, wishing he could just stay there and continue chatting with her. But he knew he couldn't. "I'll get right on that," he said, reluctantly turning towards the uncompleted TV unit.

"Mom, you could at least let him finish his drink." Kathrine almost whines.

"Sweetheart, it's how they learn" she says tucking a strand of hair behind Kathrine's ear "you are too soft sometimes sweetie...come show me what colors you were thinking for the living room" she loops her arm through Kathrine's guiding her back into the kitchen.

Juice watched as Kathrine was ushered into the kitchen by Gemma, a pang of disappointment in his gut. He wanted to be the one spending more time with her, but he knew his place.

He let out a sigh and returned to the task at hand, determined to finish the TV unit quickly. But he couldn't help glance over at the kitchen door every now and then, hoping for a glimpse of Kathrine.

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Info and works for Kathrine Morrow my OC

[veevz-drawz]

DoaHD | Entry 1: Trust Me, Family Dinners are the Worst

A/N: This is my first long-form fic so any critique is welcomed!

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Pierce the fabric, loop the thread.

“In the three months I’ve mentored her, she has NEVER smiled once,” a furious gargle of sour berries bellowed out. His imposing shadow danced across the dimly lit foyer of Strawberry Mansion, large arms flaring up with his shadow, creating a gust of wind that fueled the candle flames’ indignant intensity. “Not even ONCE!”

A smaller shadow, calm and apologetic, rose up to try quelling the infuriated beast. “Please, Lord Blueberry Raisin Cookie, you have to understand that’s just how she—”

“I WILL HAVE NONE OF IT!” The room shook from Blueberry Raisin Cookie’s hoarse screech, the lights flickered, shrouding everyone in darkness.

Pierce the fabric, loop the thread.

The candles reignite, the beast’s outline smaller than before.

“I have done nothing, NOTHING, but try to help Miss Strawberry Tea Cookie grow as a designer,” Blueberry Raisin Cookie continued. “Yet I NEVER received a word of appreciation or even a HINT of positive emotion!”

 Pierce the fabric, loop the thread.

“She’s too opinionated, and way too stubborn too!” He rambled, however his fury was beginning to simmer down to the low boil of molten sugar. 

“I refuse to mentor her any longer.”

“...I understand, Lord Blueberry Raisin Cookie,” the calm shadow resigned, bowing and overcasting his silhouette. “Have a good rest of your evening.”

Loop back down, turn it around, pull through— taut.

The servants scrambled to open the mansion’s grand doors, averting their gazes as Blueberry Raisin Cookie stormed out. However, he stopped right at the entrance, head perking up as he remembered something.

“A little piece of advice from me,” he said, turning his head back. Even in the safety of the stairwell’s dense shadows, his moss green gaze pierced through Strawberry Tea Cookie’s very dough, as if he knew she was hiding there. “I would suggest correcting your daughter’s abhorrent attitude before it's too late.”

Loop back down, turn it around, pull through— extra taut.

“A cookie like her in charge will only destroy the prestigious reputation of House Strawberry.”

With a snip of her shears, the thread’s rubine glow withered away, leaving a cotton husk in its place. Strawberry Tea Cookie took a step back to admire her handiwork: a cream chiffon evening gown her client commissioned for the upcoming soirée of a prospective bachelor. She made sure that it would shine under any condition, so the bachelor could seek her client out even in the darkest of nights. The dress was intricately beaded with the finest cape gooseberries and sugar crystals, meant to alluringly accentuate the figure, yet remain modest enough for the family’s approval.

Strawberry Tea Cookie grabbed the order form from her work desk. The client was due for a fitting the next day, perfect, hopefully all she has to do is make some minor adjustments. She folded the piece of paper and pinned it to the mannequin before glancing at the window. The sun had just set, she should have enough time to draft a pattern for her next client and start working on a preliminary sample.

She picked up her client folder and began flipping through, skimming past the endless list of fulfilled commissions. An uneasy feeling washed over her dough when she reached the end of the file. She had been receiving less and less garment commissions these past few months, a quick glance at the sea of barren mannequins was a testament to that, but this was the first time she had absolutely nothing.

There was no denying it, her popularity had declined.

Strawberry Tea Cookie closed the folder shut and stored it away. Perhaps with this extra time, she could work on developing a new— long overdue— collection. But what could she base it on? She sat down on her desk chair, wracking her head for any decent ideas.

Three quiet knocks snapped the designer from her thoughts. “Lady Strawberry Tea Cookie?” Strawberry Butler Cookie called out. “Are you in there?”

“Yes, how may I help you?” She answered.

“Dinner has been served,” he announced. “Do you plan on joining, or would you like me to bring a plate up for you?”

Strawberry Tea Cookie thought for a moment. She usually had the excuse of having too much work to join her family for dinner, but that’s no longer the case. Even so, it had been eons since she had supper with them. And as much as she disliked talking to her haughty relatives, she should at least make her presence known occasionally.

“I’ll join them at the table,” she decided. “Please give me a few moments to look presentable.”

“Of course, my lady.” Strawberry Butler Cookie heeds. “I’ll let your family know that you intend on joining them.”

Strawberry Tea Cookie stood in front of the mirror, brushing off loose threads and fabric scraps from her burgundy, tea-length gown, which parted at the center to a panel of alternating dark rose and light maroon stripes. The skirt was fluffed with a generously layered petticoat made of light yogurt silk. Dark pink embroidery bordered the burgundy skirt, cornering into two heart-shaped patches of the same color. It cinched at her waist before fanning up the bodice in a “V” shape. A thick line of white frosting formed a dropped, off-shoulder neckline with a strawberry cabochon pressed at the center— the symbol of House Strawberry. The charm was framed with two pointed leaves and curled, dried tea ribbons. She adjusted the delicate, dark brown chain around her neck. 

Gloved hands combed through her short, burgundy hair that faded into deep carmine curls, her coral highlights shone in the dim candlelight. Two large, half-cut strawberries were elegantly frosted to her head, resembling cat ears. A leaf adorned each half, and two brown sewing pins were stuck in the right strawberry. Her curtain bangs were primarily parted to the left, covering one of her ruby red eyes.

She lifted her coffee brown glasses, blinking a few times to adjust her strained vision. Thick, frosted eyelashes brushing against the small mole just under her visible eye.

Strawberry Tea Cookie deemed herself to be presentable enough. She grabbed the doorknob, collected herself with a deep breath, and stepped out of her studio.

The clicking of Strawberry Tea Cookie’s spool heels quelled all conversation as it garnered the unwanted gazes of every House Strawberry member sitting at the dining table.

Strawberry Tea Cookie grimaced at the dishes served in front of her.

Jam-lathered fruits and gummies threatened to spill over the table, their sickly sweet glazed coats sparkled against the harsh chandelier light. Same goes for the honey-viscous fruit juice that stuck to the sugar glass pitchers, pieces of ice and candied fruits floating within. She already felt herself preparing to gag from the overly-sugary smell alone. Of all nights she decided to join, it just had to be the one where nothing but sweets were served.

“Ah, and here’s the golden berry herself~,” a saccharinely condescending voice announced. “I’m so glad you decided to join us for once, Lady Strawberry Tea Cookie.”

“Aunt Peach Jam Cookie.” Strawberry Tea Cookie greeted curtly, taking a seat across from her. Strawberry Butler Cookie was quick to fill her glass with juice.

Peach Jam Cookie was lighter in complexion and had whipped, light coral hair with slices of marinated peaches braided in.

“You came just in time,” she met her niece with an irked grin. “I was telling our family about what happened at the Grandberry Market today~.”

Strawberry Tea Cookie picked some sugar-glazed ground cherries from a nearby bowl, wholly uninterested in what her aunt had to say, but made a nodding motion with her head to continue. She would’ve preferred if they were plain, but this was probably the only thing at the table she could eat without feeling her mouth rot from the inside out— if that was even possible. Y’know, because she is a being made of sugar.

“Well, I ran into my good ol’ friend, Blueberry Raisin Cookie!” Peach Jam Cookie perked, her maroon gaze searching for any reaction from the heiress. Strawberry Tea Cookie raised her eyebrow, she doesn’t recall them being friends.  “Do you know what we were talking about? I’m sure you will find it quite interesting~.”

Alright, Peach Jam Cookie was obviously trying to provoke her. But Strawberry Tea Cookie decided to indulge in her one-sided conversation, urging her to continue with another nod.

“He was talking about his collection for Hollyberry Fashion Week~,” she continued, folding her arms on the table and leaning closer to her niece. “I heard it’s going to be quite a grand display, you might have some competition this year~.” A small, devious smile plastered itself on her lips. “Well, if you decide to—”

“With all due respect, Aunt Peach Jam Cookie, I believe you have the wrong impression of what Hollyberry Fashion Week is,” Strawberry Tea Cookie interjects coldly, annoyance laced in her usually monotone voice. “It’s not a competition.”

Peach Jam Cookie’s smirk knowingly curled upwards. “Well, I just wanted to make sure you know what you’re up against~.”

Strawberry Tea Cookie took a bite of the ground cherry stabbed through her fork, savoring its naturally sweet, yet sour flavor.

She didn’t bother to dignify her aunt with any more words. However, she should seriously start drafting a collection. While she isn’t Blueberry Raisin Cookie’s direct rival, he is still quite an innovative and creative designer, and the heiress isn’t going to let a cookie like him hoard all the spotlight.

Her aunt’s smirk melted into a dissatisfied frown and she turned towards Strawberry Tea Cookie’s mother, Strawberry Mousse Cookie. “Dear sister, I seriously don’t understand why you insist on making Lady Strawberry Tea Cookie heir to this fine house.”

Now that got Strawberry Tea Cookie’s attention. She sent a slow blink towards Peach Jam Cookie, like two sugar cubes striking together.

“My son is more than qualified to become House Strawberry’s next head,” she continued. “At the very least compared to your daughter.” A snide snicker followed.

The spark was struck ablaze.

Strawberry Tea Cookie immediately shot up, slamming her hands on the table and causing all the dishware to shake. “The absolute audacity for you to make such a proclamation.” She venomously glowered at Peach Jam Cookie, the heiress’s gaze alone a warning to choose her next words wisely. “Especially from a cookie that married into this family.”

“I may have married into House Strawberry, but I care about this family more than you ever did.” Peach Jam Cookie spat. She crossed her arms and leaned against her chair, puffing her gaudily decorated chest. “You spend every day huddled in your little studio creating drab dresses, you don’t even bother speaking with us when you’re free.”

“Yet all you do is prance around Strawberry Estate and flaunt your riches,” Strawberry Tea Cookie fired back aggressively, slamming her fist at the mention of Peach Jam Cookie’s indulgences. “Which our money purchased, mind you.”

“Well at least I express my emotions,” Peach Jam Cookie seethed, she began fiddling with one of her gold necklaces. “I find it utterly ridiculous that the Heiress of House Strawberry doesn’t even make the slightest effort to smile or laugh.” She turned her attention back to Strawberry Tea Cookie’s parents, who were watching their exchange with nervous expressions. “You two have to at least agree with me on that.” 

Strawberry Tea Cookie glanced at her parents expectantly.

A tense silence thicker than butter permeated across the room, one that muddled the sticky sweet air with greasy, uncomfortable apprehension. Her mother gave Strawberry Tea Cookie a patient smile before turning to her husband, Roasted Oolong Cookie, to whisper into his ear. They bounced hushed words between each other, every passing second melting both Strawberry Tea Cookie and Peach Jam Cookie’s patience.

“Well?” Peach Jam Cookie exasperated, flinging one of her arms in the air. “Aren’t you going to say anything?”

Strawberry Mousse Cookie cleared her throat.

“Blossom…” she glanced to the side apprehensively, the shadow of her wide-brimmed sun hat obscuring the conflicting emotions within her rubine eyes. Roasted Oolong Cookie placed a gentle hand over his wife’s, silently encouraging her to continue. “You are heiress to House Strawberry…” Her words were full of uncertain inflections, “... And therefore you must represent its core values.”

Strawberry Tea Cookie’s jam stilled, going cold despite the suffocatingly hot air.

“Peach Jam Cookie is correct…” Strawberry Mousse Cookie continued, slowing her words as if she was chastising a child. “Your father and I believe that…” She paused to take a deep breath.

“It would be best if you start working on embodying these values a little more, and perhaps join our family—.”

“So you’re siding with her.” Strawberry Tea Cookie coldly spat, her anger redirecting to her mother. Embodying these values, she knew what they meant.

Strawberry Mousse Cookie sighed. “We’re not siding with—”

“You are.”

“Blossom please lis—.”

“Why should I?” Strawberry Tea Cookie huffed sharply, tightly crossing her arms around her chest. “So you can tell me that I need to ‘smile more’ and ‘just look happy’ like you have all my life—.”

“Strawberry Tea Cookie, that is enough!” Roasted Oolong Cookie’s deep voice sliced through their argument, causing Strawberry Tea Cookie to immediately shut her mouth in fear. “You have done nothing but disrespect both your mother and aunt, apologize to them right now.”

Strawberry Tea Cookie drew her breath in. Apologize? After what they said? But she knew not to incur her father’s wrath. She turned her head away, muttering an apology laced with bitter betrayal and anger.

Roasted Oolong Cookie sighed, bringing his hand up to his palm. “Your mother and I have been discussing this for a while…” Strawberry Mousse Cookie slapped her husband’s arm, scolding him in a dialect Strawberry Tea Cookie couldn’t quite understand. He responded with hushed reassurance in the same language, she vaguely decoded his words: “she needs to know.”

Need to know what?

“The etiquette you have consistently displayed is unbefitting of a Hollyberry noble, let alone as the heiress to House Strawberry.” Roasted Oolong Cookie coldly declared. “Because of that, we…” He paused for a second, furrowing his brows to find the best way to communicate the news.

“We have decided it’s best to choose a new heir.”

Time seemed to simultaneously slow down and speed up for the heir— well former heiress— as she tried to grasp what her father said. Amidst it all, she was hit with a continuous barrage of words and accusations.

“You barely put any effort in speaking with your fellow nobles. Even worse, you immediately burn bridges the minute you perceive that some cookie has insulted you.”

They deserved it, you and I both know that.

“Do you know how long it took for us to establish these connections, especially for our family?”

I know.

“No wonder why we believe you don’t care about us!”

… That’s not…

“It’s like you want to continuously tarnish our reputation.”

Whatever bitterness and anger Strawberry Tea Cookie felt completely extinguished. She… tarnishes their reputation…? 

“You can’t even do the bare minimum and smile on the rare occasion. The majority of our relatives think you’re incapable of expression entirely.”

Roasted Oolong Cookie let out a frustrated huff, he glanced up and met his daughter's eyes that were frosted with pure hurt and betrayal. His own features softened slightly, he breaks eye contact to focus on an unassuming piece of candied peach. “Perhaps we spoiled you too much growing up…”

Strawberry Tea Cookie remained quiet, her father’s grievances echoing— consuming— any other thoughts she might’ve had. She felt nothing, a punishing numbness overtaking her dough. Bare minimum? Incapable of expression? Too spoiled..?

Is that who she truly is to them?

With a collected and resigned breath, she hurriedly left the dining room. Her parents, who were quietly arguing up to that point, tried calling her name. She didn’t bother to heed, only wishing to escape to her chambers.

“Cousin, wait!” Yet a shrill, annoying voice still ran after her. 

Strawberry Tea Cookie stopped in her tracks, stomping her heel with the last step in a not-so-subtle way to convey she didn’t wish to be talked to. She turned around, facing Peach Jam Cookie’s only right to House Strawberry’s namesake— her “dear” cousin.

“What is it, Strawberry Sugar Cookie?” She crossed her arms, impatiently waiting for him to spit out whatever nonsense he had brewing.

“I apologize for Mother’s behavior,” he said between pants, catching his breath with his hands on his knees.

Strawberry Tea Cookie stepped backwards as he rose, making way for his ridiculously huge pompadour. “She… she just wanted to provoke you, and that was utterly inappropriate of her.” He bowed, Strawberry Tea Cookie rolled her eyes as she leaned back once again.

Strawberry Tea Cookie slowly blinked at the added statement, her gaze flickering for a second. “Drop the act, I know you’re not actually sorry.”

“Hah, of course not,” Her cousin laughed, his regretful facade melting away to his usual sneer. “Why would I? Especially to a cookie who has constantly undermined me and Mother my entire life.” 

Unphased and unsurprised, Strawberry Tea Cookie continued climbing up the stairs. Strawberry Sugar Cookie followed, much to her dismay. “You know, I’m surprised Uncle Roasted Oolong Cookie didn’t reveal the whole thing.” She ignored him, speeding up her steps. Her cousin remained at his leisurely pace, uncaring that the distance between them grew larger.

“I’m taking your place.”

Strawberry Tea Cookie stopped dead in her tracks, gaze darkening as she snapped her head backwards. “What?”

“Well, it was inevitable~.” He shrugged nonchalantly, continuing up the stairs. “Like Mother said, I am much more suitable to run House Strawberry than you!”

“Unlike you, I actually bother to show my emotions,” with each step his voice increasingly dripped with more condescension. The peach doesn’t fall far from the orchard, it seems. “Nobody can deny my creativity, the Royal Family themselves have commissioned three murals from me so far~.”

Strawberry Sugar Cookie was now face-to-face with Strawberry Tea Cookie, uncomfortably close as his figure loomed over her like an overcast shadow.

“Besides, I actually do real art. Not like those rags you sew together every day~.” He cocked his head, beckoning a response with his sly smirk.

Strawberry Tea Cookie could only muster a small huff, but deep within was a calm anger that simmered through the oppressing numbness. To imply that fashion wasn’t “real” art. Of all the things that happened to her today, this might be the one that tops the battenburg cake. She knew the Peach Clan was stuffed with shallow, power-hungry cookies, yet to have their kin that grew up with House Strawberry’s values deny a creative medium’s artistic value? “How… backwards of you…” That was all she could say.

“Huh, backwards…” Strawberry Sugar Cookie chuckled, picking at his thick, sugar crystal coat collar. He descended one step. “I believe you got it all twisted…”

“The real backwards cookie here is you, refusing to even try adopting House Strawberry’s principles.” He sneered, taking another step down the stairs. “It’s ironic really, you spend so much time putting Mother and I down…”

Another step down.

“Yet here I am, a half-Strawberry taking your oh-so-precious heirship.”

With that, Strawberry Sugar Cookie turned to descend the rest of the staircase, leaving Strawberry Tea Cookie at the top of the landing— all alone.

[aubadeatelier]

With my first time in ArtFight coming, I decided to make a newer version of this piece since I will be putting Mellicent Hayes as one of my characters!

As I did with the original, I will include a summary under the spoiler for those who want the information without having to read my handwriting.

Immaculate Thuribulum is an Equipment-Type Anti-Akuma weapon which takes the form of a pomander and a thurible/censer. The innocence's accommodator is Mellicent Hayes. Later in the storyline, this innocence evolves into a Crystal Type at a point in-between the Hearst Orphanage Arc and the Artificial Exorcist Arc.

Pomanders are containers holding herbs, spices, and other items with pleasant fragrances. Old beliefs say that disease and other kinds of misfortune come from 'bad' or foul smells. As a result, it became popular to keep around items to ensure an individual would be surrounded by 'good' smells.

Thuribles/censers are containers used to hold incense. Religious beliefs all around the world believed the smoke of incense purified and blessed the surroundings, people, and items touched by them. Thuribles in specific are swung by a chain.

[COMPARTMENTS] Immaculate Thuribulum starts out with 6 compartments to hold assortments of plants and other pleasant smelling items. When every compartment is filled, this gives Mellicent 6 total special use charges. Once out of charges, Mellicent must reload the compartments and undergo a cooldown period until she can regain the charges. An alternative is for Mellicent to use her energy to make up for the charge. This is costly as it requires substantial energy which can cause the accommodator to pass out.

[SPECIAL USES] There are two special uses of Immaculate Thuribulum. In order to engage any of these uses, a compartment's contents must be burned up.

Purging Pellets [Pomander Form only] A pellet is created from the contents of the compartment. This pellet cures Akuma poison as long as the infected individual ingests the pellet in time. The pellet also gives a 30 minute resistance to reinfection.

Purifying Plume [Thurible Form only] Smoke emerges and flows, fueled by the contents of the compartment. This smoke irritates Akuma and Noah. Akuma weaker than the accommodator suffer from paralysis. The smoke also serves as a counter to Akuma gas, protecting those in the area from its negative effects. Allies (ex. other Exorcists) receive a boost in both stamina and resistance when near or in the smoke. (Extra Note. The radius or the duration of the plume can be extended through the usage of more compartments.)

[CRYSTAL TYPE Immaculate Thuribulum] Eventually, during a mission with Allen Walker, Mellicent manages to reach beyond her limits and her innocence transforms into a Crystal Type. With this change comes new significant additions to her skill set.

Sanctity Veil When activated, Immaculate Thuribulum automatically produces smoke which turn into a veil that crowns Mellicent. This veil stays in place on its own. It is far more potent than the smoke of Purifying Plume. It has the added advantage of distorting the perception of adversaries, making it difficult for them to perceive Mellicent. The veil can also be extended and wrapped around allies to give them the same cloaking, but they must stay close enough to Mellicent and the veil to maintain it.

Rosarium Lacrimosa Aside from smoke, Immaculate Thuribulum can now release crimson beads which emerge from the tear-shaped openings in its form. These beads do not need vocal commands and can be moved through the will of Mellicent. The beads wrap around targets and eventually, constrict and crush enemies caught in them. As an added point of offensive capability, the beads burn Akuma and Noah.

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[windupnamazu]

like the hands on the clock, they'll go in circles back to their places

ffxivwrite2023 #06: ring a small circular band [...] worn on a finger as [...] a token of marriage.

Lunya/G'raha. Endwalker finale. 1143wc. Content warnings: kinda gorey descriptions? ⮞ Fourteen years ago, a little girl learned something from the man who would give his life for hers.

"Mister Kichirou," Yeyema began, tugging at the sleeve of her guardian's haori as they traipsed down Ruby Road Exchange together, the old man's steps slowed to keep pace with the young girl's smaller ones. "Why's your ring got so much aether in it?"

Kichirou's face lit up with delight as they drew to a stop at the intersection of the road and Emerald Avenue. "You can sense it, little moon? That is my wedding ring—it's filled with my late husband's aether. It is all I have of him now."

"Oh." She looked upon the ring and its crystal setting with a new kind of sympathy and curiosity. "It feels like there's almost enough aether in there to make a whole person."

Her grandfatherly guardian laughed, but it sounded kind of sad. "That's because there is—he passed before we finished the full transfer. Maybe if we had done it sooner he could have been healed." He chuckled more when she tilted her head cutely. "The rings were a failsafe, of sorts. Were one of us gravely injured, we could return each other's aether back; a unique token of love, trusting another with our life literally in their hands."

"You can really do that? Transferring that much aether into such a little thing?"

"There are many old spells lost or forbidden to modern mages," Kichirou told her, in that mysterious tone he oft used when she tried to poke too much at his life before Eorzea. "If you're truly curious, I will tell you of its fundamentals later. But first, shall we pick up your snack from Momodi-san?"

"Cookies, please!"

They don't expect the first of their missing Warriors to return in the state that she does.

The teleportation spell releases her on the floor of the Ragnarok with a whisper of wind and a flash of light that draws the attention of all the waiting Scions on the ship. G'raha Tia is the first to his feet at the sight of white like starlight, a wail erupting from his mouth when he takes in the state of his wife. Majj and Einar join the chorus.

Uncountable bruises bloom like twisted flowers across Lunya's face and upper body, the light of her freckles dimmed like clouds smothering the stars, but most concerning and terrifying of all is a vicious gash nearly splintering her in twain from her shoulder to opposite hip, blood seeping through the pearl sheen of her coat and black lace barely containing her insides. Her breath is so shallow it's hardly there at all as her twilight and crystal eyes gaze blankly into nothingness, and her white hair spills across the steel floor drenched in her crimson.

"NO!" G'raha's voice breaks as he falls at her side, hands glowing with healing magic even though a voice at the back of his mind tells him it's for naught. Never before had she come back to him in such a grievous state; of all the men and monsters she's faced, only one managed to strike a blow to her in this way, and Meteion hadn't said she and the others were left with him.

"Focus, G'raha," Y'shtola orders in a soothing but stern meter, but even her hands are shaking as she pushes aether into the open cavity of Lunya's chest, coaxing sinew and skin back together as fast as she can as Theodaux redirects organs where they need to be. Alphinaud and Ahnji hover; they can't expend all their healers at once when there are still Warriors yet to return, no matter how much G'raha wants to beg them to help her or how much they want to help themselves.

"It isn't enough," warbles Theo, sweat beading on his forehead from exertion as he leans against his staff. "There's too much to replace and she's losing what's left fast."

"Short of a whole person's worth of aether, I am not sure what we can do," Fleuriri murmurs, resting a hand on the Elezen's shoulder. "And seeing as she's already received a full foreign transfer once, I can't say how her body might handle another attempt."

Gods. He wants to cry. To kick and scream and curse and tear apart the universe for trying to take her from him. G'raha scratches groves into his wrist, a nervous habit turned frustrated, but as his fingers slide down to his wrist he remembers.

"Her aether," he says desperately, turning to Y'shtola. He pries off his wedding ring, crystalline and glowing, and shows it to her. "I have her own aether—enough to make a whole person, she said. The spell she used wasn't anything we know."

Y'shtola's eyebrows shoot into her bangs as she regards it before settling in grim determination.

Lunya blinks pitch night and stars from her eyes to find the ceiling of the Ragnarok. The twins are the first thing she sees after; Alphinaud has a steady stream of healing tethered between her stomach and his nouliths and Alisaie is pacing back and forth, muttering furiously to herself. The second thing she sees has all the residual fear she hadn't realized she was holding onto drain from her body in a heartbeat—her husband is crying, which won't do at all, and she fights against the heavy weight of her body to raise a hand to his face.

"My lodestar," her Raha weeps, grabbing her hand in his and pressing it to the curve of his cheek.

Voice creaking, she wonders, "Is everyone all right?"

"You're the last person who should even ask," G'raha huffs, but he smudges away the tears at the corners of his eyes and squeezes her left hand in his own. Distantly, she notices she's not in her robes anymore, bandages winding around her chest and stomach instead. Her husband's covered in blood that can't be his own and his wedding ring is gone and Y'shtola is across the room downing mana potion after mana potion, swaying in place as Majj does his best to steady her. She gets the feeling she knows exactly what they did.

"Thank you, sinta ko," she murmurs. "I'm sorry."

"Don't."

The ship explodes in a flurry of sound as another Warrior arrives in a haze of pink fur and blood and the others rush over to administer emergency healing yet again, but to G'raha and Lunya they sound a million miles away when he kisses her brow before pressing his own to hers.

"I would do anything for you," he reminds her. "I gave you my life just as you gave me yours, so I'll remind you a million times if I must. Just—live for me, Lunya. Don't apologize—just never do that to me again."

"I promise," she says, twisting his engagement ring around his finger. They'll have to make him a new wedding ring now. "And that is one I truly intend to keep."

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[pbandjesse]

Well today was a bust. Just did not work out. I am trying to not be sad about it but I got my feelings hurt. And I was so tired.

I didn't get enough sleep. I did sleep alright but when I woke up I felt horrible. My eyes were swollen and hurt so much. I took allergy meds and put eye drops in but it was very painful. And I wasn't in a good mood.

James tried to make me feel better. But I was just so sad. I was trying to be positive but it was very hard.

James took me to get hash browns before we went to the elementary school. The hash browns helped. I felt a little more awake. But things were fragile. I felt fragile.

James pulled the wagon and we headed inside. I had a nice space where I could see the door and see people coming in. Which I liked. I got set up and was mostly alright. My sign got scuffed and when James tried to fix it it got worse. Then we tried to cover it with a sticker but it tore when it got placed wrong and I tried covering it up and it was just going very bad. But once I calmed down and delt with that I was alright. James set up some bags with business cards for me. And then walked outside with me to show me where they had parked the car. Before they left to go to work. Hugs and telling them to be careful on their long arduous journey (down the street) and I headed inside.

Everything was alright at first. I had like 40

minutes until people should start coming though so I looked around, and I would do some sewing and made 4 new felt pins throughout the morning.

I found a pair of earrings that I absolutely loved. They were a shop that takes orders though so I got the website and added the to my wishlist.

I was slightly disappointed that there was at least one person drop shipping and there were two mlms. But it was fine. Two crochet sellers. Two books. Some general goods like totesbags and tea towels. A crystal seller. A photographer. Someone selling plants. A baked sale. Girls scout cookies. Candles

It was a good mix.

But I did not have fun. Firstly almost no one talked to me. Including the venders on either side of me. I felt like I was losing my voice again and was having trouble being heard by the few people that were stopping to look at my table. And it was few. I felt like people were aggressively avoiding my table. They would be focused on the table next to me, then make a big U swerve, then go to the next table. At first I was like. Okay that's fine. But then it kept happening. More and more. No one was looking at my table. They were aggressively not looking at me. Im not going to lie I got my feelings hurt.

I get it. You think your kids have to many stuffed animals. But also it's a holiday market. The idea is to buy gifts? I don't just have plushies. I have bags and stickers too. Please just come look. I was becoming more and more disheartened and upset. Literally the highlight of the day was when someone came in with two goats and just walked around.

I tried to just focus on my sewing. Smile at people and try to not show how sad I was. I kept working on my little bead pins.

I would get a brownie and a piece of strawberry cake from the baked sale. I would sell two stickers to some little girls. I was disappointed but I appreciated the sales I did make.

Around noon I finally sold a bear. A girl a little younger then me bought one because she said it made her nostalgic. Thank you! That's exactly it! She liked the birth certificate and made me feel less bad.

But this was a bust. This was a bad day. I didn't even break even with the table cost. I got my feelings hurt. I messed up my sign. I was very close to tears on my drive home.

I also struggled to pack up. Having the two extra crates was great for display but the one for the horses does not fit with the other. I would make it work, and thankfully everything fits in the wagon and I was able to leave in one trip.

I was very upset once I got to the car. I just wanted to go home.

It was foggy and rainy but it would clear up as I got back here. Mr Will and Tina were here putting up Christmas decorations. I love that she does that. She gets fresh pine things. I love it. She was also so nice and said how she was really happy to see me and that my hair looked great.

Will said I seemed very tired. And I was. my eyes were as puffy but I just needed to lay down. After a hug I said goodbye to them both and went upstairs.

I changed into a fleece and put some stuff away. Got cozy in bed and went to sleep with sweetp laying on my side keeping me warm.

It was a good sleep. I woke up a little after 4 because I was cold.

I texted James to check in because the original plan was to go see houses at 5. But it ended up not working out with the listing agent. So we will do that tomorrow. I was only about because I had gotten dressed again.

I ate some cereal while I waited for James to tell me what the plan was. And once I had confirmation we weren't going out I got cozy on the couch. And waited for them to get home.

When they got back here they were all damp from the fog. We hung out on the couch. It made me feel a bit better. They made us a nice little dinner. They would also go walk to get some milk for us.

Eventually I would go take a bath and it was nice. I am tired and still feel a little sad. But I will be okay. I hope next week goes better.

Tomorrow I have a busy day. With my private lesson with Naomi and Kim. Then seeing houses if that works out. And then having dinner with Callie. Busy day but I think it will be good.

Sleep well everyone. Be careful and be kind.

[moonlightreal]

Wand books

Not all magical beings use wands, but many do.  So there are a few books out there about this most popular magical tool.  Let’s take a look at the four that have ended up on my shelves!

Wandmaker’s Guidebook by Ed Masessa

A marvelous book in the Dragonology tradition. It talks about types of wands, the best woods, plants and stones, how to time the creation of your wand buy the stars, animal magic, famous wand wielders in history… the art’s gorgeous, it’s great.  It is lore from a fictional world that only partly matches Earth magical lore.

It comes with a wand and some little beads and feathers you can put inside it. Since the book is only available used these days, yours will probably not have the doodads still included.

The author also wrote two kids books about a boy who discovers he’s a wand master and destined to save the world from evil.  The reviews are good but I had it out of the library and was not charmed.

Wandlore by Alferian Gwydion MacLir

The only Earth lore based wand book you’ll need MacLir is a Wiccan-or-whatever and has all the wood and plant lore, crystal lore, creature lore, and a lot about actual carving.  If you want to be an actual wand maker with all the lore right there on your bookshelf, this is the book for you!

The author also has a book called The Witch’s Wand that is described as for “every age and every kind of witch” but the reviews say it mentions the phallic nature of wands a lot so I get the impression this book was meant to appeal to Harry Potter fans but the author went off the rails a bit.

Magical Wands a Cornucopia of Wand Lore

The author wanted to write a magic school textbook and did he ever!  It’s nearly 500 pages, with spells, tables and study questions.  It doesn’t match “the lore” aka Cunningham’s, and the author isn’t a magic user himself.  He’s a fantasy fan and created the book with a lot of heart and hard work as a creative project not as “true lore.”

The book is neat, I can’t deny it, but it is very long, repetitive, and has lots of charts and descriptions of the wands made up for real famous people in history so it’s not the most readable thing ever.  If you’re like me and enjoy oddities, definitely order it.  If you are a serious Wiccan, go for the previous book.

Wandlore by Annette M Musta

A book written as an extra to the author’s Caledon Crystal series, not based on “the lore” but on fantasy.  But it’s a good little book.  A nice read, all about the history of wizards in different parts of the world and how they craft their wands in different styles, two theories about the bond between a wand and its user.

There is one other “extra” book called Enchantments, but alas Musta has gone on to new things, and is not writing or making wands anymore.

[iamwinklebottom]

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This beautiful handmade piece will be charged with the pink aspect of Santa Muerte on my personal Santa Muerte altar until purchased. Santa Muerte La Rosada has assisted me with self love extremely without causing negativity to sprout from loving myself so much.

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This stone is a gentle usherer into truth. Rose Quartz are beautiful and power crystals. I personally believe that it is now overlooked because of how easily available it is.

Rose Quartz is very beneficial; when worked with closely is will improve your self worth and self love. It will add love in all areas of your life high vibrationally and open your eyes to see where your love is being misdirected. These pink stones also help you heal your heart chakra and inner child.

It is very good for the energetic heart space, but also works well in healing and maintaining physical heart and overall chest health. Rose Quartz also purifies the fluids in the body and assists with the circulatory systems. Please be sure to do your own research; I find new things all the time.

Channeled Message For Buyer: “In order to be blessed with unwavering divine love,

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Length: 12”

[tathrin]

🎤—Describe the opening scene

Hmm, I have several stories in progress right now, so let's see which one to pick for this...I think And His Hands Ran With Gold And Shadow, because I think that's the one I have going right now that would need the most changes from the way the opening scene is written to how it would best be filmed.

We would start the scene sort of the way The Two Towers does, with a long pan-in across Middle-earth, perhaps starting on the Anduin and then scanning across the dark trees of Mirkwood, over Dale, slowly closing in on the Lonely Mountain.

There would be faint voice-overs from some of the familiar lines we all know and remember, sometimes mingling together half-heard and sometimes crisp and clear, slowly getting louder as we get closer to the Mountain and to the moment of divergence, until at last we reach new lines, a changed scene that we do not see, but we can hear, and infer, and shudder at...

Galadriel: I amar prestar aen...

Elrond: I was there, Gandalf. I was there the day the strength of Man failed...

Frodo: I will do it. I will take the Ring.

Boromir: It is a gift...a gift to the foes of Mordor.

Galadriel: But they were all of them deceived...

Aragorn: Boromir. Give the Ring to Frodo.

Boromir: Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king.

Gandalf: All we have to do is decide what to do with the time that is given to us...

Elrond: Evil was allowed to endure.

Boromir: Why do you recoil? I am no thief.

Frodo: You are not yourself.

Boromir: What chance do you think you have? They will find you. They will take the Ring. And you will beg for death before the end!

Elrond: The line of kings is broken. There is no strength left in the world of Men.

Boromir: I see your mind! You will take the Ring to Sauron! You will betray us!

Galadriel: And into this Ring he poured his cruelty, his malice, and his will to dominate all life.

Boromir: It is not yours, save by unhappy chance. It could have been mine. It should be mine! Give it to me!

Frodo: No! Let go! Let me go! Noooo!

(sounds of a scuffle; a scream in Frodo's voice; panting breaths; frantic footsteps on crackling underbrush; silence)

Aragorn: Frodo? Frodo!

Samwise: Mister Frodo, no! Look, Strider, he's still breathing! Oh, hurry, he's still breathing...

Aragorn: But Boromir, where is Boromir?

Samwise: Strider, please! (sounds of someone dropping to the ground; rustling cloth; a moan.) Frodo: The Ring...Aragorn, he has taken the Ring. Forgive me, I could not stop him. Boromir has taken the Ring...

Denethor: And so my son returns to the White City at last!

Boromir: Father, I bring you a mighty gift.

Denethor: Can this be? The One Ring—Sauron's Master Ring?

Boromir: Yes, father. Isildur's Ring, returned to Gondor at last.

Denethor: And Gondor will make good use of such a gift, my son...

Galadriel: One Ring to rule them all...

And on Galadriel's last words, the camera swoops down through the enormous double-doors of the Lonely Mountain and inside to the great hall, tall and shadowed and lit by crystal lamps that are not quite numerous enough to drive away the gloom that hangs in the corners of the tall ceiling and around the wide pillars that hold up the weight of the mountain.

On the throne in the center of the hall sits Gimli, dressed so regally that we can barely recognize him, with heavy beads of gold and gems braided in his beard but, crucially, no crown upon his bare head. A few other dwarves mill around, some by the throne and others lining the walls; it is clear that court is being held, but that it is an ordinary day of no especial significance. Perhaps a few proposals or orders are issued as we pan in for some establishing flavor; their specific content does not matter, because the focus of the scene will be on the slight scuffle by the door as the dwarven guards step aside to admit a handful of ragged, filthy, half-starved looking Men from Dale who drag in four struggling, bloody, wounded elves draped in heavy chains. The Men shove the elves to their knees before the throne, a line of dwarven guards in front of them with others gathered close behind; there will be trouble, and no escape, from either the prisoners or their captors.

Gimli looks bored—a cover for his misery—barely interested, until...he sits up a little in his chair, a look of horror growing behind his beard as the camera draws in closer to him. Then we switch to see the elves he is staring at, three of them with dark hair and one of the two in the middle a pale golden-blonde. Cut back to Gimli, who is gripping the arm of his throne with one white-knuckled hand, on which rests a heavy golden Ring adorned with a thick gem that catches the light and glimmers brighter even than the crystal lamps.

Gimli whispers so quietly that the audience can believe that none of the dwarves are standing near enough to hear him: Not like this. He closes his eyes, swallowing hard as though to fight back tears.

All the elves kneel, some struggling slightly and some staying stoically still, and their heads are bowed, but as Gimli stares and as the camera of his eyeline pans in closer, focusing in on the blonde one, his head comes up and the audience can see Legolas's face, streaked with blood. There is no recognition in his cold eyes as he stares back at the dwarf on the throne.

"A fine tribute," Gimli says, his voice ringing out strong but hollow in the echoing hall. "Tell the Men of Dale that they have earned their people four months of triple rations in addition to the gold-price on the heads of these elves."

The bedraggled Men lift their heads, grinning with joy and relief. Dwarven guards step forwards to take charge of the prisoners and the Dale Men back away, murmuring gratitude to the Lord of the Mountain for his generosity. Some of the dwarves stare at the elves through narrowed eyes; others eye the Dalemen with either pity or distaste. Some confer quietly among themselves, so used to these sort of things that they aren't even worth watching any longer. A few (one of whom we will later meet as Mólin; it is important that he be seen to be part of this scene, although he should not have too much focus put on him yet, to telegraph ahead of time that he is a Notable Character) watch Gimli closely, curiosity or suspicion glittering sharply in their eyes.

"Have the elves taken to the cages," Gimli announces, in his bold and hollow ruler's voice. Then his regal tones break a little, and he says, "Except — except for the golden-haired one."

Legolas's head snaps up, but there is still no recognition in his expression; just a sort of sad, smoldering anger and resignation. The other elves glance at him, then away again, the same grim looks on their bloody faces. One of them snarls at a dwarf who holds her arm, but can do no more than that with the heavy chains around her wrists and ankles and solid dwarven hands holding her tight.

"Take that one to my chambers," Gimli commands, his head thrown back and his voice ringing out boldly across the stone. He curls his lips into a cruel smile that does not reach his eyes. "I will see to his breaking personally."

The elves are dragged away, some struggling and some stoic, by their dwarven captors; Legolas is separated from the others. He holds his head high, his face blank, and does not look back, although two of them turn with miserable frowns to stare at him as they are pulled through different doors.

The Ring on Gimli's hand glitters in a close-up. His fingers are curled into a tight fist.

"Oh," Gimli says, making his voice light, "and heat water for a bath as well; the elf is all-over filthy with blood, and I will not have him defiling my rooms any more than can be helped."

Several dwarves chuckle with varying degrees of sincerity (Mólin is not one of them). Gimli holds his smile long enough for all the elves to be pulled away through the doors that lead deeper into the Mountain.

Then his smile fades to a bleak look of horror and he sinks down heavily into his throne.

We close-up on the Ring again, and see blood dripping from his hand from where he has gripped it so hard that the band has bitten through his skin and broken it.

Then we end with a long-shot of Gimli on the throne in the shadows, the other dwarves at a bit of a distance now and out of focus and looking to their own conversations, leaving him looking very very alone.

End Scene.

Technically I suppose it still opens the same, after the opening...but because we're doing a canon-divergent AU, I think it works best to establish what the divergence actually is, in broad-strokes at least, before the story itself starts. And since TTT has already established this style of opening with voice-over exposition/reminders, it seems the best way to go about it here too I think.

Granted, we could ostensibly actually cut in to show some of those scenes here too, the way they do with Gandalf battling the balrog...but I think it's stronger if we don't actually show anything in this case. Also because we don't want to then segue into Gimli having a dream or flashback, so the cut would be somewhat awkward — but also I just think it's got more weight, in this case, without actually being able to see what happened.

Just make everyone listen to some familiar lines, and then gradually realize that that part isn't the same, oh no...

[obito76]

[Closet Secrets]

A sequel of my previous fic Closet Fun

Chapter 1 : After marriage.

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Another night, another shift in Pearl’s. The men were drunk as usual and it was a little bit more crowded than how it is normally. “They sure are giving you a run for their money, yeah Master Dick?” she snickered at him. He clicked his tongue at the ‘Master’ a bit.

Raven knew he specifically told her not to call him that, yet Raven liked making things more troubling for him. A bead of sweat rolled down from his forehead from moving around all over the place. Drinks here and drinks there, it was amusing watching the Dick Grayson handling mugs of beer and glasses of wine.

Raven heard the sounds of men’s laughter fill the lovely tavern as she pondered at everyone's smiling face. The small break as Pearl’s waitress ended when Dick’s fist slammed loudly on the table. “Are you having fun watching me run around like a headless chicken?” His eyebrow twitched as he continued to glared at her.

“Wasn't that you who said I'm Mr. I can do anything?” Raven scoffed.

A small smile crept on her face, walking her index and middle fingers along his left arm. His eyes followed her until her hand swooped and squished his cheeks. A stifled laugh was mildly left her as she tried to keep a straight face—failing miserably.

Although his cheeks were being squished by her hand, his expression was stoic. “Alright, i lost. Now.. do you wish to continue teasing me or actually do your job?” He asked with scrunched voice.

“I’d rather...” Raven leaned in, darting her eyes towards his lips. Those crystal blue eyes narrowed as he leaned in too. Her lips met his, so tender... Every time they kissed, it just felt like if he already had bewitched her. Raven sunk into the kiss, already feeling his tongue snake it's way to meet her own.

“Mm- hm..” It was difficult to speak clearly with his skillful tongue being shoved down her throat. Her hand seeked for something to grab and found a bottle of wine. Pulling away her lips and her hand from his face, she smiled. Dick licked his lips and slowly nodded, and it struck her, “Disappointed?, I stopped kissing you?” She mocked with a playful smile on her face.

“Maybe.. maybe i didn't get much last night..” He adjusted his gloves, walking behind the counter with a teasing expression on his face. Raven was about to take a good gulp from the expensive looking bottle of wine, when Dick snatched the drink from her hand. An unpleasant sigh left her mouth as she glared at him, dangling her legs over the counter she watched him with ‘The heck?’ expression. “No, no Raven, so what I'm working here only for today. If you want to have drink, you’ll have to pay.” He motioned his fingers in a ‘pay me’ gesture, and was met with a low grumble in response.

“Can I pay you with something else instead?” Raven swore she caught a glimpse of his sly smirk under his bangs. “Oh?” He inhaled sharply then continued, “If you wish to pay me, then there is no backing out of it. Do you understand?” He whispered, so no one else could hear but he and her. It made her heart pound frantically with the new found excitement. Raven swallowed in anticipation.

His free hand made it’s way up to her thigh, the rough texture from the glove making her smooth skin flinch. His touch was light, as it had always been. Dick always made sure he make her feel good, especially during sex.

A staggered gasp left her lips and his eyes scanned her body to find where he should target next. As if her clothes weren’t already hot, his eyes locked on her made it more intense. Raven wanted to say something, but nothing came out when Dick’s hand reached for the zipper on the back.

His Knee slowly spreading her legs, grabbing the wine bottle with his hand. His other hand tilted her head to the side in order to have access to the delicious flesh of her neck. Slow, wet kisses—the feeling that always left Raven weak in front of him.

“Dick Baby,” Raven whispered, eyes fluttering shut and her imagination running even more wild. “There are people.” His warm tongue licked her neck and Raven shivered with the sensation.

He felt satisfied, knowing that she is already like this when he was only getting started. He murmured against her skin, “I don’t care,” sending vibrations through her entire body. This feeling, the sensation of him teasing her sensitive body made her whine for more. A smirk was plastered on his lips as Raven noticed his hand reaching for the forgotten bottle of wine.

He effortlessly plucked the cork with his fingers, tossing it to the side and pushing his knee against her heated core. She clenched her legs around his waist in response, trying to remind him that they were in public but the black haired man kept placing hickeys on her neck, pleased with the amount. His hand was slowly unzipping her work uniform in a teasing manner, the warm temperature from the tavern’s torches made Raven heave a sigh.

Dick pulled her body closer until she was resting at the very edge of the counter. He dimmed his grinding against her clothed core to grab a wine glass behind him. Raven greedily gripped a handful of his hair, her hips thrusting forward unintentionally.

“So needy. You’re lucky my nuisance of a wife isn’t here this time.” Her eyes slightly widen in pleasure at the fact that Dick mentioning his wife. The memory played in her head once again.

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Raven and Dick were practically on the fifth round of sex on the night which was supposed to be his and Starfire's honeymoon. Their bodies coated in sweat, Raven was pretty much out of stamina but Dick kept going. Occasionally, he would ask her if she was okay and Raven would reply only with loud moans, unable to form actual words.

“Dick, I- I can’t anymore. Make me cum..!” During that moment, Dick picked up the pace at an abnormal speed, lifting her legs even higher, the force making her pale body stretch as if it was a workout.

“Husband Dick, let me just wash my face then i will join you..” The door slammed open, revealing Starfire standing in the luminescent night of paris. She had cucumber slices covering her eyes, a clear indication that she did something with her stupid face. A yawn escaped her mouth until her entire body tensed up when the only thing she heard was heavy breathing.

“Husband Dick are you working out?” Was all she could think to ask.

Raven was breathing heavily, chest heaving up and down as she eyed the annoying unwanted guest in the doorway. Dick purposely raised her, a small smirk ghosting over his face. It was unlikely of him to do that, at first he was scared to get caught but now it was a complete different story. Little did Raven knew, he had always wished to do something to show Starfire that how much he loves her best friend instead of her.

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Shaking her head in order to stop playing the sweet flashback, her legs twitched in pleasure. Clearly her lower body was being unresponsive to what Raven wanted to do. “How amusing. But as much as I want to take you right here and right now, we’re taking it slow tonight. Remember, Star and Vic is coming to visit you. Behave nicely.”

Raven's eyes popped open, she completely forgot about that dumb ass his wife and her friend was visiting her today. It sort of served to her excitement for how things will go inside this very tavern.

Dick flicked her forehead, making her wince and was met with a familiar glare. “Hey! That hurt, asshole.” He placed his both hands besides her body on the very counter she was sitting on, and brought his lips near her ear and whispered seductively, “You’re about to get hurt a lot tonight, you won't be able to walk tomorrow.” Raven gulped audibly, a smirk on her face when he raised his hand over her back, skillfully using his fingers to untie the knot. Raven bit her bottom lip, smiling, lowering her voice. “Hey..! Don’t undress me right now, you just said they were on their way, i don't care about that stupid wife of yours but i do care about Vic!”

“I’m just loosening your dress a little, so when I go under, it’ll be more easier for you to move around.” Raven couldn’t believe what he was saying. Dick was actually serious about doing it right here in a public place and in front Starfire and Vic.

She smiled as the door dinged open. Vic had his usual toothy smile as they entered the tavern; but she wasn’t very excited to see who entered after him. Dick was already using his other hand to caress her ass cheeks under her dress, rubbing her sensitive asshole with his thumb. He still had his gloves on, so it didn't help toning down how horny Raven already was.

He still had a straight face, eyes focused on Vic and his wife taking their seat at the counter Raven was currently sitting on. Her pussy twitched in excitement when Dick pulled down her thong, eyebrow raising at dampness between her legs. Sarfire hummed, “Friend Raven, are you okay? You still haven't given us your greetings.” Raven sighed and slowly turned her head, throwing her a fake smile. “Hey Star I’m f- fine.. uh how are you doing?” Starfire held up an ‘Oh joy’ sign with a closed eye smile as Vic also nodded his response. “I’m doing great, thanks for asking.” Raven always appreciated Vic’s kindness, it was an admirable factor of his.

After some time Starfire had offered to sing a song as the three of them listened quietly. Dick took this opportunity to take off the glove from his left hand. Raven gasped and smiled as she felt his two fingers made theirs way inside her already teased pussy, the surprising cold and warm feeling made her jump. He wasted no time to get into quick pace, his beautiful crystal eyes fixed on her trying not to moan aloud mess.

The sight was very amusing and beautiful, he had always enjoyed watching Raven suffer at times like these. “If you make any noise, I’ll stop right here, right now.” He whispered his warning, making Raven bit her tongue even harder. She slowly nodded hearing him chuckle a bit.

“Good girl.” The words of praise caused her heart to do leaps, his pace quickened if that was even possible. He wasn’t even using his dominant hand, and yet he was going at it. He never slowed down as his wife sang whatever stupid song she was singing, Raven let out a series of small moans while resting her forehead on Dick’s shoulder.

He felt her pussy clenched his fingers, licking his lips he nibbled on her ear. “You’re close. Go ahead, you have my permission.” Raven kissed his shoulder and thanked him quietly, “Th- Thank you...! Thank you.....” Biting down on his clothed shoulder, she exploded on his fingers. Dick felt her stomach quiver as she rode her orgasm.

“Thank you everyone- Friend Raven? Are you okay? You’re doing the sweating.” Starfire eyed Raven's head resting on her husband's shoulder. Was friend Raven and Husband Dick always this close? She thought. Vic looked around for something to cool her friend down but found nothing so he just used his hand to fan her.

Raven sighed and Dick quickly covered her, “She’s just tired from work.” They both nodded and went back to the selection of next song Starfire was going to sing. Once their attention was off them, Dick sneakily pulled his hand away from her dress, his eyes meeting her's as he circled his tongue around his fingers one by one, making Raven twist her legs in anticipation. He could clearly see the desperation, the hunger in her eyes, grabbing the wine bottle from earlier he poured some wine for himself and took a sip. Licking his bottom lip. “It taste so much better with your flavor mixed in it. Would you like to taste too?”

Raven never wanted to taste something so badly, she quickly nodded. Dick smirked and sipped his wine again but this time kept the red liquid in his mouth, his hand came up towards her nape and pulled her into a deep kiss. She cloud taste herself in his mouth, mixed with the famous blackberry wine. His tongue danced together with her own for a while, he bit her bottom lip when his to tongue finished wrestling with her tongue. “Now, let's see how my favourite cunt is doing.” With that he immediately dipped down on his knees, lifting her dress once again.

He kissed her pussy and that sensation forced a gasp to left her lips. The sound fortunately was blocked by the sound of Starfire’s laughter, and thank goodness Vic didn't hear anything. Raven could feel Dick's intense gaze on her even when her eyes were close, his mouth worked marvellously on her pussy. The pleasure was withstandable, his tongue never stopped doing it's magic on her. Her upper body felt heavy, she wanted nothing but to just lay backwards on the counter, spread her legs wide open to let him eat her out properly.

His tongue really was something, and when he sucked on her sensitive clitoris it was her breaking point, Raven covered her mouth to keep herself from moaning loudly her lover's name. He still continued though, his tongue never stopped it's amazing work on her pussy. Her legs started to twitch from the feeling, she was overly sensitive but she yearned for more. her hand grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling and pushing him at the same time.

Raven's whole body screamed in pleasure as he curled his tongue inside her and moans finally escaped from her. Vic swore he heard something was it from Raven?.

Vic looked at Raven and she was too busy, feeling her orgasm rising. Dick lifted her legs onto his shoulders, holding her thighs before spreading them more. His tongue swirled around her sensitive spot, her small moans were like a sweet music to his ears. He kept his mouth attached to her core a little longer, taking in her heavenly state. Her eyes were half lidded and her mouth was slightly parted, A shiver ran down through her spine when her lover opened his mouth and she saw her own fluid resting on his tongue before he smirked.

Her toes curled when Dick stood up and kissed her, immediately thrusting his tongue inside her mouth. She could taste herself clearly and it was hot, Dick’s hand crawled towards her neck and gave a tight choke making her eyes roll back with ecstasy, this is exactly what I wanted, what I need. He pulled back and Raven let out a small whine of disappointment. “What a mess you made Raven. Now, go say farewell to my wife and Vic. It’s almost closing time.” He smirked,

“We’ll have this place all to ourselves soon...”

Vic stood up from his chair as Starfire held the door open for them. Dick forced Raven to turn her head by using his index finger, his hand was still on her throat, still choking. “G- Goodnight, Vic.. Star...” The two guests said their goodnight as Dick told Starfire that he will be back once he is done with his work.

“Now, shall we head on to overtime?” He asked, grabbing the same bottle of blackberry wine and effortlessly removed her work clothes. “U- Unfair... you’re still clothed, I want feel you more..” Raven mumbled, reaching out for his jacket. But he grabbed her hand and pinned them against the counter. Raven could feel the heat of his bulge through his pants, her legs wrapped around his waist unintentionally.

“You need to learn how to be patient, girl.” Dick pushed her down with his hand on her stomach, and grabbed her hair. Raven felt her excitement rising as the tip of his cock pushed against her entrance.

He was ready, hard and hot, his other hand parted her legs wide open for him, allowing him to fully push his entire length in. Raven always loved how big he was, it was one of the main reasons she liked him.

Her nipples immediately hardened as Dick didn’t even give her some time to adjust, he immediately thrusted the whole thing inside. The pain and pleasure took her by surprise and her chest arched up. She closed her eyes just to feel him move in and out. Her legs going over his shoulders and the angle change made her moan even louder. The rhythm of his hips felt like heaven, her own hips started to rock to meet with his each thrust, his beautiful cock started to feel getting deeper and harder consistently causing her to tighten her grip around his cock.

“God.. Raven when you clench around me like that...” He said in between pants. Their sex session got even hotter in that tavern with the lanterns and the body heat between them started to rise, but Raven was too focused on the pleasure and the man between her legs, for her brain to function properly. It continued, the slapping sound, the moans and groans, the pleasure was too much and then Raven felt it just like he felt it too.

The warmth spilled inside her, her overjoyed womb accepted his cum with open arms. She could feel his cock twitching, shooting rope after rope until he filled her completely. His moans mixed with her's made it sound like a harmony, it was so ecstatic. He leaned down, turning her body around and brought her on her stomach. Her delicious ass facing towards him, asking nothing but to get slapped on each cheek. Raven flinched when suddenly a cold liquid hit her already sensitive pussy, she turned her head to see what he was doing.

She saw the expensive wine drizzle all over her asshole and pussy, just like a lube. “Can’t let this go to waste now, can we?” He went to drip the rest on the wine on her neck, throwing bottle aside he immediately latched onto her. The continuous sucking and biting on her skin it all felt fucking amazing. Her hand got lost into his hair.

His lips smashed onto her's by the time he left a good amount of hickeys on her neck for everyone to see tomorrow. Raven gladly welcomed his tongue into her mouth, feeling him grind against her pussy once again, she whimpered. Dick smirked against her lips and pulled back with a trail of saliva still connected to her lips.

A few seconds passed until Dick roughly shoved his cock back inside her, and that's where Raven learnt what it's like to see stars with pleasure. “D- Dick—a- ah...” Raven tried to form words, but it was difficult considering the way he was fucking her to the point where she came as soon as he gave his first thrust.

“Hold back a bit. I want us to finish together Raven, you hear me?” Raven nodded against the wood of the counter and Dick furrowed his eyebrows in frustration. His hand travelled up and grabbed her purple hair, forcing her to look at him in his desire filled eyes. “Use your words Raven, you have a mouth.”

Raven moaned and nodded, slurring her words. “Y- Yes Dick...!” His scent was much more stronger than she imagined, it was intoxicating, her favourite, the scent of the blackberry wine made it even better. He changed the position once again, making Raven whined as she was about to cum.

“Good girl, Raven. That's why I like you so much.” His praises felt like cloud nine to her, it was so fucking good to hear him talking about her like that. “Nnh- oh fuck! Azar, B- Baby please..!” Raven prayed when Dick lifted her from the counter with her legs propped onto his shoulders, pulling their bodies even closer. He chuckled and smirked, “You’re letting Azar know that you’re getting fucked so hard? That’s so nice of you, You fucking whore.”

Raven continued to babble out utter shit, unable to say anything else besides moans and his name. His rock hard cock was pumping in and out of her, his eyes never left her own. Raven threw her head back and let out a wall shattering moan as he shot another load of his cum inside her already sticky cunt. Even Dick was shaking with the amount of pleasure it gave him. Without a word Raven slammed her lips to his, wanting to keep up the intense moment between them for a few minutes longer.

But, her body was tired. Dick climbed on top of the counter, pulling Raven down on his chest. Raven caught a glimpse of just his undershirt, wondering where the rest of his clothing went, The two lovers laid there, panting heavily. Raven tried to calm down, her eyes eventually got closed, and she fell asleep with her head nuzzled into the crook of his neck.

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The bright sunlight hit her face as a yawn escaped her mouth, and the purple haired girl slowly sat up realizing that she was currently in her bed. Raven held her head when a twang of pain hit her, making her inhale sharply. She was no longer in her working clothes, but in Dick’s pajamas which was kinda cute.

A low growl came from her stomach, and perfect timing, Dick knocked on the door before entering. He had no mask on, and was in casual cloths, holding a tray in one hand as he sat on the side of the bed. “Sleep well?” He calmly asked, placing the tray on her lap. Raven eyed the food, everything was her favourite.

This affair, it came too far. To a point where Raven wasn't sure what to do rather than just go with the flow.

Raven hummed a yes, smiling at him. Taking fork in her hand she took a bite out of the cooking in front of her and moaned. “It’s so good. Like always.” He adjusted his body on the bed as Raven scooted over to make him some room. “Are Raven feeling achy?” He asked with His hand on her thigh, squeezing a bit. Raven shook her head, “No, it’s alright. But is it okay for you not to be with your dumb wife?”

He laid his head on her lap, pushing the tray of food to the side on the soft bedsheets. “Yeah, it’ll be fine, who cares. I want to spend today resting with you. Besides, you can’t walk, right?” Raven twitched at the question, realizing that she couldn’t even move her legs. He smirked, “That’s what I thought.”

“Fuck Dick, look what you did.” Raven slumped back on the bed and Dick moved the food tray aside on the drawer before laying down next to her. “It’s only seven in the morning. What would you like to do?” Raven turned to face him and smiled, sneaking her hand into his sweat pants she cupped his balls, squeezing them affectionately. “let's sleep together until afternoon, then you can fuck me again.” She said, placing a loving kiss on his lips. He smirked,

“Sounds good to me.”

[spacebookettes]

Demon Crystals, part 2

Chapter 6

How to secure the secret mountain when so many people know about it, is a question Peanut had no answer for when she started her treasure collecting; she believed something would come to her eventually. Peanut is wandering her crystal tower, enjoying the finer finds of her collection. Shiny crystalline rooms with one way views over the forests surrounding Demon Mountains. The pearls rooms!

Giant silky balls on crystalline shelves line the crystalline walls, the oyster-likes of this planet are massive. All the silky silvery hues from all edges of the planet. The black pearls room!

Darker crystalline light in here, the silky black spheres crammed onto every shelf. Little obscured views across the forests and distant cities, like looking down from impossible moons. The decorated pearls room!

Exotic metals forged to fit all kinds of rarer mixed pearls. Some with small diamonds and opals, gold leaf. Ancient wooden carvings of hands impossibly clasping the spheres, from who knows where. The tiny pearls room!

Even rarer beads of wonder in wooden buckets, handfuls of silky spheres, cart-fuls of buckets, an army of carts. Diamond encrusted horse harnesses pulling them?

Peanut stops at the entrance of the useless talismans room. Such promise from these new supposed magical objects. She looks in toward a small deep purple head with rings of dull metal casting like scissored ribbons, amethyst eyes: Peanut had so hoped that this one would enchant in magnificent ways, alas. The useful talismans room!

Thick bleakers cork lines this room, no crystalline visible. Dark. Glowing hums. Effervescent sparkles occasionally. Low singing. Chattering wood. Small animated shadows.

Chapter 7

Mrs Gambledon and Peanut are playing magical practical jokes on the people of the city, from the height of a trouble tower. Mrs Gambledon is morphing water into crystal stars and the people are collecting them, believing they are real stars dropped from the galaxy. They are magically not cold. But they will eventually melt once the suns dip in the future. Wet shelves, draws and pockets will greet the people. It’s good for Peanut having someone to share her slight demon side with. And all sorceresses should embrace a little mischief Peanut believes... Mischief! she thinks.

The change to cooler weather and the half light is way off! But Mrs Gambledon's training is nearing sufficiency. Maybe the Great Peace this year?

Chapter 8

Can i come to your tower soon.

I don’t know, answers Peanut

Is it truly full of treasure.

Peanut smiles.

Its not full of beetles that’s for sure.

They laugh.

I would just like to see it once, i can’t imagine the sight.

Ok one day you can see the sights.

.... Peanut orders the massive crabs to dig deeper.

Chapter 9

Peanut and Mrs Gambledon are flying. The tiny dragonfly barely visible in the bright sunshine. A horde sleeping under the trees don’t even notice the giant lightning lizard flying over them. Lightning is good camouflage in a blue sky. Mrs Gambledon has not seen the forests this far away from her city. The occasional landmark spots into view as Peanut and Mrs Gambledon scout for new living. Of course Peanut has been here before, she knows exactly where to show Mrs Gambledon, the places with just enough landmarks to be memorable. They find lakes of pure clean water, warm crystal clear rivers. Mrs Gambledon's view is inspiring and beckoning... what a great place to live this would be.

Plenty of hordes along their journey. Always relaxing inside the forests or training. Relaxing and training. Relaxing and training. Mrs Gambledon admires the simple living. They have no houses though. Can’t just sleep under trees. Perhaps tree houses could be made. Mrs Gambledon has been shown so much lately. The forests always look so comfy from up here. And the critters are less trouble in the forests. I suppose the trees could be towers at least. And the lakes would mean plenty of water to create hydro elixirs, to stop any forest fires. Perhaps we could be guardians of the forest fires. Manage the forests. Regions with lakes could mass produce elixirs for trade. We could have treasures from every edge of the planet. A network of purple animals pulling carts everywhere. To protect the forests.

Chapter 10

A small blue wingless bird buzzes around the city, it has friends. Their beaks chatter as they run, darting between buildings. They are getting excited. The chattering beaks are becoming an assault on the buildings, vibration, dust, a bucket spins away from the small flightless birds as they careen at greater speeds, their chattering beaks are so loud that a tower collapses. Mrs Gambledon is above them in the air, she flies down to confront the birds. Her lightning eyes swell as she lands in the way of the feathery hyper marathon. A lightning toothy lizard mouth opens and static charged winds fly from deep withing the lightning body. The birds scatter, falling over each other they roll in all directions. Down side streets, retreating. Still no lighting Mrs Gambledon wonders.

Chapter 11

Peanut is missing. Mrs Gambledon has not seen her for weeks. The beginning of mischief days has started. The sky is dimming.

Peanut feels abandoned she is nervous. She flies around her local cities hoping to spot a tiny piece of lightning in the dimming skies. She doesn’t want to go to the crystal tower alone.

The first day of 20 Mischief days. Mrs Gambledon flies to the crystal tower. Mist demons have collected around the base of the tower. Mrs Gambledon hopes they can’t use steps. She flies to the humongous sapphire at the top. Behind it are giant crystal wings that she could maybe just squeeze between as her giant lightning form morphs into person and falls through the gap at the crux of the crystal roof. The rooms behind the sapphire are simple living spaces. A crystal library that Mrs Gambledon marvels at, though she is no big reader. A spiralling shimmering staircase descends into rooms of treasure. So many gold crowns. Mrs Gambledon descends the tower every room she wants to stop in, but she is scared. She reaches the near bottom of the tower... can see the red mist demons criss crossing in and out of the walls of the base of the tower. A black sparkling cavern descends beyond them. Mrs Gambledon dare not go further. Too many demons.

A RUMBLE. THE CRYSTAL SCREAMS. THE CAVERN BELOW OPENS WIDER. EARTH QUAKE. THE TOWER STARTS SLIPING INTO THE MOUNTAIN. MRS GAMBLEDON TRIES FOR THE STAIRS, THEY SHATTER. UP, A MASS OF LIGHTNING FLIES THROUGH THE MIDDLE OF THE FALLING TOWER. A GIANT LIGHTNING LIZARD BURST THROUGH SHATTERING GIANT WINGS. A HUMONGOUS SAPPHIRE DROPS SEALING THE ENTRANCE TO CRYSTAL DEMON MOUNTAINS. A MASSIVE EARTHQUAKE. THE GARGANTUAN PEAK OF THIS DEMON MOUNTAIN SHEERS DOWN AND Covers the sapphire.

Chapter 12

Mrs Gambledon flies back to her city. Its crumbled remains greet her.

Chapter 13

The sight of a distant lightning flying lizard visible in the half light skies as guide towards a new home for a walking people.

This is my only advice

By Peter Stringer

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