#magic multicolored miracle

[bullet-prooflove]

Hi! Request for Duke Crocker please

"Why am I the only one naked right now?"

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Tagging: @kmc1989 @of-mice-and-mirth @magic-multicolored-miracle @itsdanajane16 @trublu2u

Companion piece to:

Death In A Tarot Card - Duke learns his fate.

You aren’t in bed when Duke wakes up, he doesn’t hear your footsteps on the deck, or feel your presence in the room. Something has shifted he thinks, he isn’t sure what but he can feel it in the depths of his soul as he pushes himself up from the mattress.

He finds you in the galley, sitting at the small table by the porthole. Your hands are wrapped around a mug of Earl Grey tea as you stare out of the window at the sea as it laps against the starboard side of the Rouge.

"Why am I the only one naked right now?" He asks you as he leans in the doorway, the sheets gathered around his hips.

You sigh before you remove the two tarot cards out of your bag, setting them down on the table in front of him. His chest tightens as he looks down at them, your fingers tracing over the Death card.

“Did you ask me to marry you because you love me?” You ask him as you push it towards him. “Or because you found out you wouldn’t be here in a couple of months?”

“Why can’t it be both?” He asks you, his dark hair falling across his features as his eyes meet yours. “I’ve been carrying that ring around for weeks waiting for the right time and then it turned out there might not be one.”

“So your reaction to finding out you’re going to die is to come home, propose to me, fuck me stupid and then get up and resort to do the same thing all over again.” You say, your fingertip tapping on the Death card.

“I don’t want to die.” He tells you frankly. “But if these are my last days, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than inside that sweet pussy of yours, making you say my name.”

Your cheeks colour then and he really hopes that this isn’t one of the last times he gets to see you blush.

“If you’re serious about marrying me, I want to do it today.” You tell him as you push your own card forward.

It’s the Lovers.

A man that looks like him, holding a woman that looks like you. He’s seen this card a thousand times since the two of you got together, always sandwiched between the pages of a book. He can’t believe he’s never noticed the resemblance until now.

“I want to honeymoon in Cape Breton.” You continue as he picks up the card and stares at it. He notes the rings on their fingers, wedding bands he realises. “I want to make love in that little bed and breakfast we found in Nova Scotia, to see the Northern Lights, experience that magic with you…”

You trail off then because what you’re reciting, that’s his bucket list, the one he whispers to you in the dead of night.

“Today then.” He says, his voice rough as sets the card back down upon the table. “We’ll get married today.”

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[thedevilinmybrain]

Hi love

Prompt: Love at first sight, like "the world stop when I first saw you" kind of.

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this is silly and a little dirty and flirty and happy christmas!

"Oh for heaven's sake, Louis. It's your turn. Just go do it!" Liam shoves a hand into Louis' jacket, shoves him towards where the line for the Christmas stall has already gained two more people. "Oi, alright alright. Fuck off then." Straightening his coat, Louis digs his hands into his pockets and waits. That's all he can do as the line slowly crawls forward. It's his own damn fault - promised to buy the lads a round of mulled wine since he lost the bet over at the ice skating rink. How was he supposed to know that fucking Zayn of all people knew how to skate because of ice hockey? Stepping up behind a couple that clearly has no idea what they want, Louis glances around. The Christmas market is all lit up with strands of multicolored fairy lights, heavy with boughs of fir and pine. It smells like a Chris Kringle dream, like cinnamon and sugar dust and cranberries. He half expects to see magic reindeer walking around, maybe an elf in the eaves of one of the canvas tents. What he doesn't expect at all is to finally be first line and come face to face with a literal Christmas angel. Louis is an expert on the subject. He's a Christmas baby after all. "Hi there. What would you like?" Green eyes, pink cheeks, a crooked grin. It's all Louis can see. Peering up at him from behind the rough wooden countertop, a crown of gold tinsel nestled in his curls. "You." It falls out of Louis' mouth, just an honest answer, and Louis can't feel bad about being this bold when the flush on the man's cheeks darkens. "I'm um," A ringed hand flutters around the top of his red apron, the man ducking his head a little. And god does flustered look downright devastatingly good on him. "I'm not on the menu." "Hi, Not on the menu. I'm Louis." Whatever rulebook Louis has prescribed to for dating has gone up in flames, and he's almost cringe at the worst line in the world if it weren't for the way the guy gives out a startled and loud laugh. "Oh! You've got jokes then, hm?" Brushing his fingers to his lips, the angel lets out another giggle before holding his hand out. "Well, Louis, it's nice to meet you." "Come now, love. You're really not going to tell me your name?" Louis asks, reaches to slip his fingers into the other man's, giving him a firm but slow shake. He knows he's holding up the line, knows he's laying it on thick, but the guy just is too close to a holiday miracle to pass up. "I'll tell you," Leaning down, the guy meet Louis' eye, all seaglass green with a hint of mischief. "But only after you take me out." "When you get off?" Louis asks, raises a slow eyebrow. "That won't happen till at least the third date." The guy pulls his hand back, turning to fill up a cup from the large stock pot on the water, the mulled wine a deep red. "But you can meet me here at seven."

[batterycityghoul]

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Stiles Stilinski - Teen Wolf

2. Eric Northman - True Blood

3. Joel Miller - The Last Of Us (Game or TV)

4. Mike Munroe - Until Dawn

5. Rogue - Marvel

6. Bucky Barnes - Marvel

7. Jesse - The Last Of Us 2

8. Wally Clark - School Spirits

9. Michonne - The Walking Dead

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[aduckwithears]

Sharing this in its own post. See here for context - basically a scene in Job's basement "planning" what to do with the kids... like most of their plans it is lacking in details, but makes up for that with longing glances. (i guess i write fic now??)

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I'm torn, because this conversation could have happened in the cellar, or it could have been a speed-run on the way back from seeing God talk to Job. Anyway, I ended up writing the first scenario. Feel free to fill in the blanks afterward with any, um, more physical activities you like, you degenerates (affectionate).

Aziraphale's First Magic Trick (or, how Crowley unwittingly starts the career of The Amazing Mister Fell, an act which will have Repercussions)

Aziraphale is very full. He's never been fuller. Although he has no reference point for his own stomach, he is starting to suspect that a human would never consume an entire ox. By oneself. In one sitting. 

He glances over at Crawley who seems to be completely enjoying himself, lounging with head lolling back, his wine cup half raised, and eyes half closed. There is a temptation to linger on this sight, but Aziraphale remembers (after several longish moments) that he, as an angel, cannot be tempted, and rapidly readjusts his gaze. It falls upon a clay bowl and 3 multicolored shape-shifted children.

"Crawley, the children!"

"Hmmm?"

"The children! They can't stay newts!"

Crawley hoists himself up on one elbow and looks over at the bowl. "Nahh, not newts. They're a type of lizard - meant for the desert, them. They're fine."

Aziraphale levels a stern, if slightly greasy stare in the direction of the demon. "That's not what I meant. How are you planning to return them to their parents?"

Crawley looks surprised. He had been trying to think of the exact type of lizard the form of the transformation had taken. He thought it might be a grecian but that didn't seem quite right. Greco? Still not it... He tries to focus through the wine. "Back to their parents? Doesn't seem very demonic." He shakes his head. "I got rid of them - no more kids, poof, gone - seems like it would take a miracle to get them back." He waves a hand dismissively. 

Aziraphale huffs out a breath. "Well, they can't stay that way forever. If we could get them back to Sitis and Job after the bet is over, maybe they could be taken as new children..." He trails off, realizing what he is saying.

Crawley is now sitting all the way up, wine goblet forgotten and dangling from his fingers as he slowly raises both eyebrows and aims a golden gaze at the angel. "Ohhhh, do go on," he drawls. 

Finding it suddenly very important to look anywhere but Crawley, Aziraphale feels his shoulders hunch. The taste in his mouth is too oily and his tongue seems raw. "Ahhhh," he says eloquently, casting his eyes about the cellar and encountering bare oxen ribs in his attempt to not look at the attentive demon. He turns his gaze miserably to the floor. 

Several minutes pass and the uncomfortable silence grows, until a wiggle turns into a rustle turns into a black dressed form elegantly scooting (possible if you were once a snake and your human spine is open to suggestion) a little closer to his despondent companion. 

"What about a magic trick?" 

Aziraphale flicks his eyes over to where Crawley sits nearby, long legs folded, gazing up at him. "A... trick,” he manages over his oily tongue.

"Look," says Crawley, "between you and me, Gabriel couldn't tell these kids from Cain and Abel. I doubt he can even count to three." Aziraphale chokes a little, halfway between a laugh and gasp, but he must hand it to the demon, Gabriel has never seemed to be the brightest angel in the choir. He thinks about his recent conversations in Heaven and Gabriel’s insistence that God will provide seven new children to Job. Via Sitis (oh that poor woman).

The red hair and beard shimmer in the low light as Crawley leans forward and catches Aziraphale's eyes with his own. "So we'll do a magic trick. Sitis's births have to start sometime, why not right away?"

"Because... uh... well, you see..." Aziraphale himself is completely at sea. He reflects that perhaps humans do not eat entire oxen because it seems to diminish the power of thought. Does he have a general working knowledge of human reproduction? Yes. (He'd been on the human planning committee after all). Could he explain it to the wide-eyed being sitting in front of him? No. This is probably due to the taste of oxen stifling his brain. No other reason. Certainly not. 

Crawley sighs, points to decimated ox. "Do ya get it? Ribs!" He grins. 

Aziraphale feels his mouth drift open. He looks at the ox, ribs glinting white in the flickering light. He remembers another day, a flickering morning, and a woman taking her first breaths… and more importantly, a birth process Gabriel would believe… “Eve!”

The demon’s grin, impossibly, widens. “Exactly. Even if there are a few angels hanging around it should be easy to plant a few ribs, sneak in a few lizards” (what WERE they called? Gemini? Arghh…) “…and poof! Kids!” His hands flutter in the air. A distant, anachronistic part of Aziraphale’s brain categorizes these as Jazz Hands.

“Magicians!” Aziraphale allows himself a small smile. His shoulders relax. He crinkles his eyes towards Crawley, misses the small intake of breath from his demonic cellar-mate. “That could work!” He hesitates. “As long as no one asks directly which children these are, we should be fine!”

Crawley scoots back and resumes his comfortable position from earlier, refills the forgotten goblet, raises another toast. “Angel, the archangel Gabriel wouldn't notice if his wings were on backward. You bring the ribs and gecko-kids (that was it!! Geckos! Course it was!), I’ll do the talking. We’ll be fine." He takes a deep drink of wine.

Aziraphale's smile grows and he thinks that maybe a few of those ox bones need a little more work to be truly clean. He wiggles a little at the anticipation of the rich taste. He casts a quick glance at his companion, who seems, true to his word, not particularly lonely. His magician’s assistant. They will be fine. 

[misskittysmagicportal]

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[seancekitsch]

tagged by @training4theapocalypse to post a moodboard by searching for my name+core on pinterest 💖 thank you for the tag!

the accuracy and all of it

tagging: @jozstankovich @magic-multicolored-miracle @santacarlahorrorshow @lysenfeu

[imagine-you]

writing wip game

I've been tagged by the lovely @residentdormouse to provide at least four spoiler pictures and/or gifs for a current WIP without any context. (I cheated, so there is one each for a WIP I currently have open because I can't just work on one fic at a time apparently.)

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[bullet-prooflove]

Addiction - Diego Hargreeves x Reader (NSFW)

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Diego has always been a presence in your boxing gym. You’ve seen him coming and going from the room at the back, you’ve watched him in the ring. He’s agile and deadly, he moves the grace of a dancer, lashing out with precision and never shifting focus.

The two of you hit it off during a sparring session. You’re usual partner is out sick and if he’s honest, he needs the cash because his vigilante shit isn’t cheap. You give him a run for his money, he likes that. There’s not many people who can land a punch on him, less who can take one but your technique is almost flawless and your resilience impresses him. He learns not to underestimate you.

It turns into a regular thing, you need to burn off a little steam and he’s game. He keeps it safe, keeping his distance until you catch him on the jaw with a punch that turns his fucking head. He doesn’t even think, he just reacts. The adrenaline surges through his veins and before he knows it, he has you on your back in the middle of the ring. The two of you are breathing heavy, your hips pressed together, your skin is flushed. He looks down at you, the brightness in your eyes and those parted lips…

He can’t help himself. He leans down and kisses you. It’s fervent, full of fire and passion that ignites something deep down in your veins, your hands run through his hair dragging him closer…

He loses track after that, who does what to who. It feels like a daydream, a hazy collection of emotions and the stark contrast of him fucking you in the middle of the ring. He likes you he realises as the two of you sit in an overnight diner, sharing breakfast as the sun comes up. He likes the fact that you make him laugh, that you gesture manically with your hands when you speak, that you lean in close when you tell him one of your stories. He can still smell your perfume on his skin when he heads back to his bunk.

It's only once, he tells himself the next day in the shower.

Maybe twice, when he fucks you so hard on his makeshift bed the fucking thing breaks.

The last time, he promises himself after he takes you in the shower, hands roving over your skin as the water cascades over the two of you.

It’s never the last time.

The truth is you’re an addiction, one that he can’t seem to kick no matter how hard he tries.

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[batterycityghoul]

After Much Deliberation and Agonizing

I changed my username!! I might eventually go back to santacarlahorrorshow, but for now, I'm mixing some MCR into my horror.

Tagging some mutuals who I want to know that it's me so you don't think I'm a random weirdo but actually the weirdo you know:

@magic-multicolored-miracle @thran-duils @talesfromthecrypts @evilvvithin @boozles @userlestat @jennifersbod @eightysix-baby @residentdormouse @artsymaddie @rae-gar-targaryen @itsthenovelteafactor @natasharomanovf

I know I've forgotten people so if you see this, please know it's still me!!

[seancekitsch]

I was tagged by @training4theapocalypse !!!!

Last song: UCKERS by shygirl

Favorite Color: green and orange

Last Movie/TV show: spring breakers/ fallout!!

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Savory

Relationship Status: taken!!

Last Thing I Googled: accuweather forecast lol

Current Obsession: hazbin hotel and helluva boss

Last book: does the textbook i am teaching with count?

Looking Forward to: bachelorette trip to florida this week and cosplaying at fan expo philly legit 4 days after i come home from that

tagging: @magic-multicolored-miracle @jozstankovich @lucyfrostblades and anyone who wants to do this!!

[batterycityghoul]

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[bullet-prooflove]

Kinktober 24: Mood - Duke Crocker x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @of-mice-and-mirth @princessmermaid1289 @magic-multicolored-miracle @itsdanajane16

Duke can’t stand the sight of another man’s hands on you, of them wandering over the places that he’s touched, of him kissing the mouth that he’s kissed. He knows it’s not you, it’s a persona you’re playing to get the information they need from the Guard but he hates it, he fucking hates it.

He’s silent on the car ride home. You’d slipped out the backdoor of the bar, left that asshole hanging before you climbed in his passenger seat. He’d barely been able to look at you because everytime he does, he just wants to tear that dress off your body and mark you in all the places that son of a bitch’s hands caressed.

“This bad mood gonna go on all night?” You ask him when you get back to the Cape Rouge. “Should I even bother taking my coat off?”

“Take it all off.” Duke says, his voice firm as he leaves a trail of his own clothing leading towards the bathroom. “I wanna wash him off your skin.”

He fucks you in the shower, the heated water raining down upon the both of you as his palm comes to rest on your throat, squeezing. His gaze locks on yours, his stare never wavering as he pumps inside you, slow, hard, deep, making sure you feel every single inch of him. He wants you immersed in him, drowning in the ecstasy that only he can bestow upon you.

“He doesn’t get to have you like this baby.” He murmurs, his lips brushing over yours. “Noone else does.”

“Duke…” You whimper, because you’re right there on the edge, teetering on the brink of absolution.  

“Nah honey.” He whispers, keeping the same relentless pace. “You ain’t getting off that easy tonight.”

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[batterycityghoul]

Five Songs I'm Currently Obsessed With:

Tagged by the lovely @mrprettywhenhecries

1. Irresistible by Fall Out Boy

2. Mama by My Chemical Romance

3. The Leaving Song pt. II by AFI

4. Adam's Song by Blink-182

5. Points of Authority by Linkin Park

Tagging (w/no obligation!): @boozles @thran-duils @artsymaddie @magic-multicolored-miracle @eightysix-baby @itsthenovelteafactor @residentdormouse @thatpunkmaximoff and anyone else who wants to do this!

[seancekitsch]

Rules: Pick a song for each letter of your url, and tag that many people. i was tagged by @santacarlahorrorshow and @magic-multicolored-miracle !!!!

Tagging w/o obligation: @training4theapocalypse @multifandomfanficss2 @lysenfeu @powerfultenderness @vigilanteh

s- stamen by david bowie

e- everyman needs a companion by father john misty

a- apollo 9 by adam ant

n- nobody's baby now by nick cave and the bad seeds

c- can't get you out of my head by kylie minogue

e- eau d'bedroom dancing by le tigre

k- karma police by radiohead

i- i want your video by djo

t- ten grand goldie by einstruzende neubauten

s- shes not gone yet but shes leaving by the fratellis

c- country house by blur

h- hot to go by chappell roan

[sennextheassasinkingoflight]

@magic-multicolored-miracle. Tagged me in this forever ago and i just forgot to do it XD.

Fanfic Trope Tier list using this link.

This is my preference as a reader. I'm not to picky except that I am? I'll read just about anything if I'm in the mood.

I think I would come up much different if I did it as a writer.

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