#simp elixir

[witch-hazels-musings]

Not a request just more like I'm curious about your opinion on this. Do you think if a married DilucXreader, if a small orphaned child showed at the doorsteps of the dawn winery, do you think Diluc would take them in? I think so🤔 I think he would be more easily swayed if the reader/you expressed strongly that you want to take the child in. What do you think Hazel?

Diluc would take them in. He did the same with Razor for a while - so why not another. I don't think it would take much to convince him either; I'm confident he wants to be a Dad and if he had the chance he'd be a great one - albeit a worried, anxious, and a bit overbearing

I don't write children fics for personal reasons, but I have no doubts that he'd be an incredible father in that story

[shatouto]

random OC ask: what would your OC's ideal home be like? this can be as specific as inspirational pictures, or as general as the vibes they would like it to give off.

ooohhh cool question cool question

i've admittedly never thought of this bc lorame kinda lives a nomadic life, traveling with ilya to sell their stuff all the time. tho with all his childhood i think his ideal home would be.... cozy, close to nature, endearingly cluttered (rather than orderly but sterile).

it's gotta smell like buttery pastries in the morning and hearty stew in the evening, the kitchen is well stocked with food and well equipped with ceramics of all kinds. (some of them are misshapen 'rejects' from the batches he makes for sale, he calls them runts and he loves them dearly. not all of them are usable but they're cute decorative pieces otherwise)

and ofc it's not ideal home without his bestie ilya but let's not get too deep into that here 🥰

anyway bc i'm still severely brainwormed, i think lorame's idea of an ideal home used to include "lots of sunlight", but post-canon of bg3 he brings home a vampire spawn so that's out of question. he would settle for a rly cozy basement-type place full of soft magical light instead :)

[elden-hicks]

A note for the fellow strugglers in TS1

Hey, it's Seth! I know how frustrating TS1 can be (considering it's age and being the first game in the franchise), so I am here to introduce a list of personal must have mods and programs, which I always use whenever I re-install the game to make it more user-friendly. The list itself is quite short, actually, since it only consists of my personal gameplay choice mods. So there's no building objects, deco, skins and heads there.

MODS AND CC

This calendar will report the day of the month to your sims and -- and this is amazing -- even introduce a concept of days off. Sims should have about every 6th and 7th day off. - THE ABSOLUTE MUST HAVE. It's in the painting section and costs 15 simoleons. Works a bit wonky with children, but otherwise a very useful mod to have.

Call work/give interview job phone plugins to give your sim a day off. - I use those mostly when sims have to take care of the baby.

A family mod by Gothi_family_4ever. - another must have in my collection, introduces the familial relationships in game! No more inappropriate relationships between relatives. It's a 0 simoleon painting, which you can delete once you've done.

A hacked frigde mod by the same author. - allows your sims to put their food into the refrigirator, call the household members for the meal, and requires the usage of products (like meat and in-game vegetables) in order to cook a dish instead of insta-paying. You kinda have to build a grocery shop for your sims, so they could buy the required products, I prefer to install the stalls into the pre-existing farm shop in Old Town area. P.S DON'T FORGET TO READ THE INSTRUCTIONS FOR THE INSTALLING BEFORE DRAGGING ANY FILE. As much as I love this mod, I don't, for example, use their cereal add-on.

The Elixir ExpressiBuy Computer. - a computer that allows you to buy any in-game buyable product (like vacation gifts, grocery, tonics, etc etc) in stock. They won't magically appear overnight but would be brought by a special courier npc. It also allows your sim to research logic, creativity, culinary and mechanical skills. I'd also recommend diving further into their site, since they have a lot of cool and unique gameplay content as well!

MagiCo's Bookshelf of Dimensional Storage - the official Maxis item, that was in the 'Get Cool Stuff' section. Allows your sims to keep their magic coins and ingrediends in special bookshelf storage, I mostly use it so the kids could get the ingredients for their spells from the adults. It is in the Magic section, btw

The Magic Mirror - the only outright cheat object that I have in my possesion. This mirror refreshes your sims needs, builds skills, friends, stardom, etc. Saves headaches when you are not in the mood to fullfill your sims' mood, ha-ha.

PROGRAMS

SimEnchancer 3D - basically a program that allows you to change the basic sim's attributes, including their heads and bodytypes. If you are familiar with TS2's SimPE, you'd have the idea how it works. NOTE: if you have to run your TS1 game as an administrator, you'd have to open it up in the same vein as well. And don't forget to backup your UserData files when you are working with it, just in case!

The Sims Creator - the official Maxis program for players to create some basic skins content. The program is only suitable to work with head and skins textures and not the meshes! Likewise, if you have to open the game as an administrator, you'd have to do the same with that program.

NEIGHBORHOODS

This section for the fellow premade enjoyers out there, who mostly played TS2 before and decided to give the local premades a chance as well

Here you can download the original UserData 1 and 2 if you want to reset your neigborhoods as they were if you had already played the neighborhood before and want to start anew. The Sims Wiki also gives you an instruction for how to do so.

And here you can download the additional Maxis families like The Hatfield, The Maximus, The Mashuga, The Snooty, The Jones and that weird agent White House familes. For some reasons, some of them refused to function in my game, so I had to install the empty houses and recreate them by hand, using the SimEnchancer and Wikia to give them appropriate skills and careers.

OTHER

Sims 1 Alternative UI - refreshes your game by a margin. I really recomend this one!

Well, that's basically it! I hope, my list would help you as well!

[lexsssu]

Bewitched (Wizard | Magnus Rasmodius)

TAGS: Wizard/F!reader, married sex, fluff, smut, simping, oneshot Ao3 ver. | Ko-fi | Commissions (OPEN)

“Mere words can never express how much joy you’ve brought into my life from the moment I met you…And to finally become one with you in the hopes of conceiving a miracle of love is almost too much for this old magi’s heart to bear…”

Magnus has lived…for a VERY long time.

So long, in fact, that he’d long forgotten even the name he was bestowed with upon his birth. 

He’d lived through countless wars and watched again and again as humanity sunk into the deepest pits of depravity and despair before picking itself back up. There’s not much he had yet to see or experience after millennia of existence.

However, that all changed the moment you arrived in Stardew Valley, particularly Pelican Town. As the valley’s designated protector, he knew all the secrets within his territory, and especially the people that went in and out of it.

So, with the arrival of a new farmer who would take up the mantle of her deceased grandfather, someone he’d also come to respect and was good acquaintances with, Magnus had high hopes for you.

Now, if only he knew just how you’d so easily bewitch him with whatever magics you seemed to hide beneath your facade of innocence.

Despite having lived for so long and having experienced being married once before, none of his past experiences could ever prepare him for the force that is simply YOU.

Magnus feels like a young, inexperienced boy all over again as he offers you an extra life elixir he ‘accidentally’ made while brewing an order. His traitorous heart kept beating like a drum as his fingers brushed against yours.

Internally, he chastises himself for behaving in such a way that was unbecoming of a master magic user, especially towards his own (technically) apprentice and friend. 

But his carefully crafted walls all crumble to dust when you bless him with such a warm and genuine smile that has his knees practically buckling beneath him and heat crawling all the way to the tips of his ears.

The day you presented him with a mermaid pendant was the best day of his life because it made him feel like everything he’d gone through, the countless years he’d spent alone and wallowing in his own pity, was worth it. 

Despite having spent three days with barely any sleep to take care of all the preparations for your wedding, Magnus would do it all over again just to marry you. 

The lively ceremony itself isn’t what he looked forward to the most, but having your short nails leaving faint red scratches on his back as you broke in your new marriage bed certainly is.

You looked like a nymph sent straight from the heavens with your hair spread across the pillows and your moans, the sweetest symphony to his ears alongside the erotic squelch of your pussy each time he pushed himself into you as deep as he could go.

[maras-mischief]

Untamable & Undeniable

*Inspired by Evie Hyde’s- Wild

I looked into her eyes and knew that I had created something untamable and undeniable. Already I’d witnessed her curb stomp Steph St. Pierre into the ground. The last anyone heard about her, she was still in Intensive Care. After that vicious assault, we went back to my place and had the most intense sex in the world. She blew me, sat on my face, sucked me hard again, and rode/edged me until I went insane. I woke up to find a cop in my apartment. He had come to arrest her for assault, but instead was letting her snort cocaine off of his hard cock. She ordered us to fuck her simultaneously. We left in his squad car while he was cuffed to the refrigerator with his baton stuck in his ass.

4 days ago…

The guys had Aaron pinned to the table in the quad. I laughed manically as I unstoppered the vial of noxious pink liquid.

“Sorry, Aaron, Sigma Tau is out of spots this year. Besides, why would we take a loser simp like you anyway? I do have a spot for an Alpha Bitch to be by my side. Open his mouth,” I ordered my frat brothers as I upended the Elixir into Aaron’s mouth.

“Tony, please,” was all Aaron could sputter out before the transformative Elixir filled his mouth.

“Plug his nose and close his mouth. I want him to drink all of it,” the guys obeyed and chuckled.

“Remember the last nerd we did this to, Man,” Kyle snickered.

“Yeah, Little Larry. Isn’t he an Elixir junkie now,” Barry replied.

“Yeah, he’s the homeless guy downtown that will suck your dick for a vial of Elixir,” Kyle laughed.

“How much Elixir have you supplied him with,” Barry joked.

“Fuck you, Man,” Kyle shoved Barry, “I ain’t no faggot.”

“Will the two of you goons shut the fuck up,” I yelled, “hold him down. The change is about to start.”

The guys and I watched in awe as the Elixir started working its magic on the helpless loser pinned to the table. It always made us hard to watch the transformation. She’ll probably beg us for a gangbang the moment she comes to. The hair is always the first to change. Aaron’s thin and prematurely balding head erupted in wave a luscious brunette locks. It fell around and framed his face as it to changed. The only sickening part of watching the change is the sounds. Hearing bones break and joints pop out of socket was a sickening sight and sound. Aaron’s face softened into a more feminine shape. His thin lips plumped up and took on a natural pink tint. We could see his body shrinking under his clothes. I wish we’d done this at the house then we could’ve stripped him down to see the real changes.

It was over in about 5 minutes. I muffled Aaron’s mouth as he began to moan orgasmically. The changes looked like they should hurt like hell, but it always seemed like the best orgasm ever. The changes were over and she stopped writhing on the table.

“Let her go,” I told the guys.

We all watched as she slowly came out of her Elixir induced euphoria. The most mesmerizing hazel eyes opened up and looked at each one of us. Weren’t Aaron’s eyes an ugly muddy brown? There was something about her, an air that clouded my mind as she looked at me. She sat up, her too baggy clothes draped on her delicate frame comically. She stood up on shaky legs for a minute then looked us all up and down. There was a predatory way she surveyed us. It gave me a chill as I felt her gaze focus on me. This wasn’t like Little Larry who sucked dick to become slutty Lacey.

Two things happened at once. One hand shot out, grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me into a vicious and devouring kiss. Her other hand shot out and grabbed Kyle by the balls. Her long manicured nails dug into his crotch like a taloned vice. Kyle let out a scream that frightened Barry so bad he tripped over his own feet and pissed himself. The entire time, she was kissing me so fiercely I felt my cock get so hard it hurt.

“Your place,” she broke the kiss and let go of Kyle’s balls.

“What,” I muttered, my head still swirling from the kiss.

“Your place and we fuck, or,” her hand darted to my balls and gave them a squeeze.

I looked at Kyle on the ground sobbing. I could see red stains circling his groin. She’d squeezed so hard, she punctured through his shorts and underwear. She reached into my pocket, which made me flinch, and pulled out the keys to my car.

“Let’s go,” she started walking to the campus parking lot and I followed.

That afternoon while she fucked me so hard my bed broke, Barry took Kyle to the ER for stitches. The sex was pure insanity and I dare not deny her anything. Not only from the threat of testicular violence, but she was absolutely hypnotizing. Anything she wanted, I did.

“How long does this shit last,” she asked after she’d made herself cum and squirt all over my face.

“About 48 hours,” I answered as I licked her off my lips.

“Where’s more,” she asked as she started to ransack my room.

“I don’t have anymore,” I said as I sat up in my broken bed, “I got it from Brian. He’s our drug hookup.”

“Is he a frat brother,” she asked as she pulled a pair of handcuffs out of my kink drawer.

“Yeah, he’s two rooms over,” I was about to get off the bed when she shoved me back down and handcuffed me to the headboard.

“No, I want you right here,” she smiled like a cat who ate the canary.

“I…who the fuck are you,” I blurted out as she started to leave the room.

“I’m Ana,” she blew me a kiss as she left me chained to my own bed.

I heard her tear through Brian’s room. I also heard Brian shout, “what the fuck!” Then there was silence for about 5 minutes. At least she wasn’t making him scream like Kyle. What I heard next was worse. I could hear Brian grunting like a bear in heat and I heard Ana moaning like a total slut being pile-driven against a wall. For 30 minutes I listened to the two of them fuck like animals. I was so hard and so jealous. When I heard Brian roar and Ana scream, I knew they were both cumming.

The whole thing has become a blur. At some point, she unlocked me and we fucked again. I woke up the next day to find an empty Elixir bottle on the floor and Ana tearing into what I called my trophy case. It was a collection of garments from all the girls I’d fucked. She put together a trashy ensemble, did a line of coke off my dresser (fucking Brian!), took a swig of tequila, and tossed my car keys at me.

“Get dressed. You’re taking me out,” Ana declared as she picked up my wallet off the floor, “this won’t cover it. Oh, well.”

She took the $500 out of my wallet and stuffed it in her bra. Won’t cover what? I was too terrified to ask. Ana was on enough Elixir to keep Aaron gone for probably 72 hours. What the hell was this crazy bitch capable of? She picked up my backpack as I got dressed as quickly as possible. I didn’t want to keep her waiting. She ordered me to drive her downtown. She harassed me for driving too slow, but said it gave her more time to suck my cock while I drove. I’ve never tried to drive while getting head from the sexiest and most psychotic woman in the world. I crashed almost four times and I side-swiped a parked car before I came in her mouth.

“Good, let’s have some real fun now,” she grinned at me as she wiped a dollop of cum off her lips.

Ana’s idea of real fun involves theft, burglary, high speed driving, fucking in public, getting into a bar fight at a biker bar, and stealing a motorcycle after driving my car into a lake. By the end three days, I was an accessory to multiple crimes and hopelessly addicted to Ana. I watched as others fell under her spell, too. It was like the Elixir gave Ana a power or aura that made her undeniable. She was fucking psychotic but she was undeniable.

Now…

“Ana, where the fuck are we going,” I hollered over the sound of the squad car siren as we barreled down the freeway.

“Mexico,” she laughed as she darted around a truck that hadn’t moved out of the way quick enough.

“Mexico, what the fuck is in Mexico,” I yelped as we barely missed a minivan at 130 mph.

“Brian said his guy gets the Elixir from a manufacturer in Mexico,” she let out a purr as she cupped my balls and took her eyes off the road, “you don’t want Aaron to come back, do you?”

“No, I…can you look at the road please,” I pleaded.

Ana laughed at swerved to avoid a school bus, “then it’s Mexico. You know how to use that?”

She nodded to the cop’s assault rifle in its harness on the dash.

“Yeah, why,” I looked at her beyond scared and aroused.

“Who says we’re paying for it,” Ana leaned out the window and howled with untamable glee.

This woman is going to be the death of me. So, it looks like we’re robbing a drug manufacturer in Mexico. God, help me.

[obsidianpen]

While you were writing NG, have you ever added, sort of, connoted any religious references into it?

Because V's behaviour towards Harry in it is not only so highly canonical to his character, but also so reminiscent of this one story. In the New Testament, Matthew 14:6-12, if I remember right, there was this story about how King Herod hosted a feast on his birthday for his nobles, etc. and the daughter of Herodias came in and danced, pleasing Herod and those who sat with him after which he said to her:

"Ask me for half of my empire, and I will give it to you." So she went out and said to her mother: "What shall I ask?" She said: "The head of John the Baptist!" Immediately she came in with haste to the king and asked: "I want you to give me at once the head of John the Baptist on a platter."

The thing is, also as a religious allusion, that "for what will it profit a man if he gains the whole world, yet forfeits his soul?" which basically translates to human life equals a whole empire. V's never really cared about taking any life. In the Deathly Hallows, the Second Wizarding War overall, the only thing he truly cares about is killing Harry, because Harry's his only mistake, only failure, that he's ever made in his whole life (account hollowed-theory-hall explains it impeccably in one of their posts), and he proves that point. He practically stops caring about everything else, including winning the war and including his supposed empire, but is entirely obsessed with, well, Harry's head — even long before he, in NG, becomes... Infatuated?

And just like Herod, he's so down (for Harry's soul's purity and Harry's own beauty he keeps pointing out and simping over cough cough) that he does things he never thought he'd do and truly considers Harry's head his new empire (sort of like when he goes so far as to haunt down Nicolas Flamel for the elixir of life and all to make Harry immortal, even though... Yeah, it's bc of his OWN immortality's sake but still </3).

Either way, he's beyond repair in terms of head-over-heels IMO and I'm all here for it <33

purposely, no, I haven’t been making any biblical references like that in NG. But the Bible is quite the big book with many stories, and I was raised Catholic, so it’s not surprising to me that there may be a plethora of religious themes there… but none of them are conscience. Hauntingly is an entirely different story and situation of course - very purposeful there.

(and yes you’re right, he’s down bad bad and what’s worse is he’s starting to realize it)

[madamefluffnstuff]

Can I request a one shot of Fennorian working hard in his study but Vestige comes in and convinces him to relax 🥺

@rvnwtch and I both had the same idea, and *I* originally got the idea from a post by @i-simp-for-fennorian :3 (which I can no longer find the original post on Tumblr but I can find it on Google for some reason! :,D)

Also thought it would be very appropriate for their Ravenwatch Posting Event.~

~~~~~~~~~~~

"Fennorian?" A soft voice called down the hallway. No answer came. The Vestige walked down the corridor until she reached a familiar door. Inside, the faint sound of bubbling and glass clinking could be heard. A book page turning, followed by a hasty quill scribbling, and the unsettling noise of glass sliding on metal, most likely from the aforementioned vampire moving a test tube from its rack.

"Fenn?" She asked again as she slowly opened the door and poked her head in.

Fennorian had his back to the entrance, arm raised as he held a tiny glass tube up by a hanging lamp. The candlelight revealed a thick, viscous looking fluid with a bright red hue.

Not blood, but a prototype for the Harrowstorm elixir.

"Ah, my friend. Good to see you," he responded, clearly distracted and not completely aware. He placed the test tube back in its slot and plucked some snowberries from a nearby bowl, extracting a few seeds in a practiced motion. The seeds disappeared into the elixir.

"...How long have you been down here?" The Vestige asked as she walked in, very worried and surprised at what she was seeing;

His normally neat and organized workspace was cluttered. Various jars were opened on the shelves, in various stages of being emptied. Lids were strewn about. Papers with notes and sketches and diagrams were scattered about the desks. If one tilted their head and squinted, they would notice slight stains of various colors on his fingers and gloves.

"A few days." He leaned over his most recent notebook and scribbled something down. "I'm on the verge of a breakthrough."

"I've... never seen you this... well. Focused. When did you last feed?" She quickly stepped out of his way as he bustled to another shelf of reagents.

"I have my flask. And an extra, just in case. I'm rationing."

In Fennorian's defense, he did look like he had recently consumed. That did not excuse the fact he clearly hadn't left the laboratory in some time. The Vestige knew the vampire alchemist had a tendency to get tunnel vision when he was focused on his work, but this was bad even for him. What in the world had gotten into him?

"You've obviously been busy."

Fenn nodded, straightening up and turning to the alchemy table. He wordlessly picked up a beaker with a clear liquid inside and poured it into one of the tubes with the red fluid. Almost immediately there was a small plume of colored smoke and a pungent, musky smell, like the local badgers when they marked their territory on the trees. Fenn made a noise.

"No. No, that didn't work," he reached for the quill and ink pot.

"Okay, no." The Vestige interrupted him. "This has gone on too long. You need to take a break."

The alchemist shook his head vigorously. "I am sorry, my friend. I appreciate your concern, but I assure you I'm quite alright."

For a split second he almost sounded convincing.

"Fenn, please," the worry evident in her voice. "You're going to wear yourself out. You need to come up for air eventually."

Fennorian returned to his previous location, where his back was turned to her. "I know you're worried, Vestige. But like I said-" he picked up a cylindrical beaker, "-this elixir has to be perfect or-"

"Fennorian Ravenwatch."

He froze. The room filled with a stunned silence. He had never heard her use that tone of voice with him before. Nor had she used his full name before. At least when addressing him. He blinked.

The quiet was broken by the Vestige sighing and walking over to him. "Look... I know this is important to you. Believe me, it's important to me as well," her voice gentle and patient. "But you need to take care of yourself."

He felt her hand on his shoulder. He had to fight the urge to bring his own hand up and hold hers. Instead he gripped the edge of the desk and the beaker still in his other hand.

The Vestige leaned over to look at him. His hair was hiding his face, some plastered to his forehead with tense sweat. Fennorian was very relieved at that moment she couldn't see his eyes. He didn't want her to see him like this. See that she was right. And that it took her raising her voice for him to realize it.

She gently took the glass from his hand and set it on the table, replacing it with her hand. In the same soft voice, she said "I can't make you leave, of course. But, whenever you're ready to take a break and rest, I'll be upstairs." She squeezed his hand, then turned around to leave him to his work.

"...Come here."

The Vestige jumped a little as she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist and gently lift her up. She turned her head and locked eyes with Fennorian.

"Fenn, what-"

"Just. Stay here for a bit. I'm almost finished with this page. After that, I'll take a break."

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Promise?"

He walked back over, her still in his arms, and set her down on the desk, just to the side of his papers. "I promise."

And true to his word, he finished his writing much quicker than she thought he would. In between quill strokes, she would lean over and place soft kisses on his temple. With each peck he visibly relaxed more and more. Before they knew it, he was closing his book and tying the cord around it. The Vestige hopped off the desk and lead him out of the laboratory, the two hand in hand.

~*~

Fennorian stared up at the Vestige, a tired smile on his face as he rested his head in her lap. She looked down at him, also smiling while her fingers worked slow circles into the sides of his head. Their bed was a very welcome reprieve after days in the laboratory.

He adjusted himself and folded his hands across his chest, using her legs as arm rests. She asked if he was comfortable, to which he responded with a nod. With a slight smirk, the Vestige brought her pointer finger to her lips, made a little kissing noise, and pressed her finger to his forehead in a "boop". Fenn laughed.

That laugh was the best thing the Vestige had heard all week.

[ero-heart]

Ok imma simp for 2bdamned and I thought maybe you could do 2bdamned x reader

but 2bdamned falls into some hole meeting you and you think he's dead as you heal his injuries with your magical long hair, basically rapunzel but your hair is can be a weapon and a shield at the same time...I hope that makes sense to you

Also I LOVE the employer reader story it was HMM!! THE BEST!!

Me too bro I love this man so much I need him 😭

ALSO TYSM I AM GLAD U LIKED MY EMPLOYER READER STORY

Anyway Reader with magical hair x Doc let’s go!

I actually added even more lore and world building 😀 hope you find it fun

Cw: blood, injury

SPELL

(Magical Hair Reader x 2bdamned)

(Can be either platonic or romantic)

You and your people were part of a secret society that discovered the path of enlightenment and true power. How? The answer is in your hair, it’s your hair. Hair isn’t really important in grunt society, many shaving their heads off or leaving it short to keep it practical. But what they didn’t know, is that their hair was a source of great power. The studies of your society’s founder, Alex Burdon, point out that your hair is just as useful as your arms and legs, it can move at your will and help you with mundane tasks. Though his studies were ignored by most people, not having much interest on reading about hair, he gained a certain following that wished to learn more about the secrets of the head fur.

You called yourselves witches, followers of these studies, hiding away on the desert since the founder’s passing, because such knowledge should be kept by people that really “deserve it”, not those bald goofs that that shave off for sport (Witches think very highly of themselves). Most witches were ex scientists of the Nexus, using dead bodies of grunts (witches and non witches), they managed to create a entirely new biome! Your own little oasis of humid flesh plants and dirt. These witches soon took the title of Alchemists considering themselves the leaders, they create “bone nuts” (The name was intentional), whose oil is used to enhance the power of your people’s hair, giving the user a new hair ability (as long as they keep wearing it) to utilize for their liking.

When a witch dies, their body is used to complement the forest that is your home, it’s a comforting thought for you that you will join all of your ancestors in this beautiful biome of meat plants <3

You were a simple witch amongst others, a server of the forest and a healer, not a very popular one though. People didn’t really liked you for your lack of interest on the cult in general, you were just chilling living your hairy life. Today you were tasked to collect berries near the mountain for the production of elixirs by the Alchemists. Walking through the trees, you felt that something was terribly wrong, awfully wrong. It was not only you though, everyone else says that something doesn’t feel right today. The witches suspected that a intruder has invaded their oasis, some going out in search of the outsider. But they wouldn’t find them because they were right In front of you.

Laying on the dry grass, was a unconscious man, definitely not from there. Their face was completely obscured by a metallic mask, the halves of their head shaven and styled upwards in a way you have never seen before. You had no idea what to do, confused and afraid. Slowly you approached the man, taking a better look. There was a clipboard beside him, kneeling down to read there were some notes about a program of sorts, it used very complicated wording so you didn’t really understood what was written, this person must be as intelligent as the Alchemists. You could see a small pool of blood around him, your heart sank. This was an outsider, they were said to be disrespectful and foolish, stupid and crass, but from your knowledge they were just as important to the forest as witches, since their bodies also form the trees that you walk among from, you would end up beside them after your death one way or another as part of nature. You reached out for them, slowly moving their head to the side, touching their shaven sides was weird, the texture making you flinch. Just below the straps of the stranger’s mask was a gash, source of all the blood tainting the ground. This person was definitely dead and there was nothing you could do, except bring his body to the Alchemists to start the process of metamorphosis. Something in you though did not want to leave him like this, opened up and dirty.

You propped the outsider’s head face down on your lap, then attempted to stop the blood using your long vest. Seeing that the blood was stopping, you decided to put your abilities to use. Your hair was wrapped around the man’s gash, you closed your eyes and you took a deep breath to concentrate. When you felt your head vibrate you knew it was working, the wound was slowly but surely closing. That was when the stranger jolted awake and scrambled away from your position. You also jumped, having no expectations that this person might still be alive, especially judging by the quantity of blood that has had to be lost. You had healing abilities, not resurrecting powers! The man gasped and panted while looking at you, as if waiting for you to attack, he reaches for the back of his head, feeling a tingle there from the healing process. Only remembering going on a investigation with his crew and waking up somewhere soft. He looked around the strange place and curses, that was definitely not on his schedule. Still on alert on the new face in front of him, he noted that you held no weapons nor anything that could be used for harm, yet he still chose to maintain his guard up.

“Who are you?”

The man asked calmly, you looked around nervously.

“I- ‘m [name]..”

The man tried to get up but you shuffled closer to him desperately.

“No no no no no! It’s bad for you to force yourself! You need to rest!!”

He was taken aback by your behavior, maintaining his posture he simply quirked a brow and asked.

“Why?”

“You had a bad fall! I managed to heal you but with the quantity of blood you lost, it’s best you to be gentle..”

Taking a better look around the place, he notices the red stain on the ground, along with a rock that fed the earth with the dribles of blood that covered it.

“How come I am not wounded?”

“I- I told you! I healed you!”

You could tell the man before you was skeptical. Outsiders. Now feeling braver and determined to prove yourself to this stranger, you pulled your vest up to show your heavily bruised knees (caused by kneeling and accidentally hitting it on objects too much), that you did not bother on taking care of and separated a strand of your long hair around it. You got the person’s full attention as you concentrate your energy on healing yourself. You didn’t need to wait much as the vibration on your head started and the bruises that covered your skin were now gone.

“Impressive..” The man ponders, “how is this possible?”

He was definitely interested to know what just happened, was this some kind of special ability you had? Have you been born with it?

“I..I am not supposed to tell you..but our hair have magical properties and mine can heal.”

You blushed, no one ever complimented your job before, specially to just heal a simple bruise, to everyone it was just normal and it didn’t matter.

“Hm interesting.. How come you get these powers?”

“It’s the length..and I use a oil to get those too.. b-ut outsiders are not supposed to know that so shhh!”

“Outsiders huh?”

“Y-..yea! You are not from here and you are not welcome!”

The stranger tilted his head and chuckled, amused by your behavior.

“Why help me then?”

This was when you noticed how close you were to this man. When you moved to stop him from getting up, you basically thrown yourself on top of him. You were too flustered to move as he laughed more. His laugh was quiet, for some reason you had an impression that it wasn’t often that he does this. You never felt more embarrassed in your life and you had no idea what to do. You slowly got off of him and sat on the ground.

“ I… it just felt wrong not to help you, I mean.. I am not supposed to help you, but you are a person too..���

He hums and looks over the mountain where he came from, he definitely needs help to get out. As in on cue, his walkie-talkie buzzed on his pocket.

“Doc? Doc? You alive in there? Over.”

You jumped at the sound and got even more confused as the stranger took a weird block off his coat and talked to it.

“Yes, I am. Over.”

You were amazed by this talking block and got a little closer. You had technology on your village, but communicating devices were entirely new to you! Everyone was just so close to each other that we didn’t need one. It buzzed again with the same voice, it responded to the man… Doc?

“Damn thank god. We thought you died over there! Where are you? Over.”

Doc noticed you getting interested, but still kept his attention on his hireling.

“I am down the mountain. It must not have been a large fall since I survived. I’m in some sort of..” He took another look at the flora around him. “Mushy.. tree forest..? Over.”

“Tf. We are sending help. Over.”

Something in you did not want to see him leave. As much as you had some qualms against outsiders, you did not believe they were entirely bad. You also was curious about them, you wanted to know more about the stranger in front of you. He looks at you again.

“Liked my company eh?” He noticed your disappointment with the news that he was going to be rescued. You definitely were as curious about him as he was with you. It’s not everyday that someone just, falls on your home. “I liked your company too. It was nice to know you.”

You blushed again, something about this guy was charming you couldn’t place what.

“Will.. you be back?”

Doc paused, he considered.

“I have work to do…but..” He handed you his talkie. “I will.”

He could use a friend, you were cool to interact to. Better than the guys back there.

“I will alert you of my arrival.”

You couldn’t help but smile widely. You couldn’t wait for when he was back! You must enjoy the time you have with him before he goes.

“Do you have any ability of your own?”

Haa that was long! I really hope you enjoy it qwq I also hope you enjoyed the idea of a hair cult lmao again anon if there’s anything on the story u might want me to change I will!

[dystopianam]

"Small" progress! (P.s: this is a private project, I can't share anything because I have a lot of ccs, custom foods, multi PT, multi IP etch 😢)

The Capp family tree is complete.

The Monty family tree is complete.

The Summerdream family tree is half finished, I have to finish it.

To do:

Summerdream Side: Add the rest of the ancestors.

Capp Side: Add Albany's family, Cornwall's family and Caliban's family.

Monty Side: Add Olivia's family and Hero's family.

In general: Edit the personality and interests of all ancestors copying the info on the wiki (I've already done this with all the main sims)

Create memories on simPe.

Check sims DNA on simPe and add recessive genes if necessary.

Kill all ancestors.

Small changes I made on my own:

In the Summerdreams and Gossamer family, all males are plantsims (I pretend they are elves) and all females are fairies. Only Oberon and Puck are fairies (as men)

I added both Puck's and Bottom's biological parents as townies. Puck's father is a dark fairy, Puck's mother is a goblin (a black witch to pretend). Bottom's parents... I don't know what creatures they are, but I made them both neutral sorcerers to give them magic.

Technically, Patrizio's parents died young (as adults) but in the sims 3 Valentine died of old age and Silvia is still alive (as a elder) so I decided to make them old here as well.

I haven't done it yet, but I will: all of Caliban's family (Caliban included) will be witches and warlocks. So yes. One of his children (between Tybalt, Juliette & Hermia) could inherit magical powers. (I have a mod)

Problems:

Technically Bottom is supposed to be a newborn but I couldn't make her regress. So to make up for it, I took days of life from Puck. So Puck will grow much earlier than her and I will keep the order of ages.

They shouldn't be born yet, but I didn't feel like installing them after a long time.

Chronologically Early VV is much further behind early PV & early ST, so to match, chronologically VV with the other two nhs, I will have to do more consecutive rotations playing ONLY VV until I get to a certain point that ages will coincide.

For the same chronological problem, I won't be able to play with the Summerdreams until Consort and Patrizio s grandchildren are born (since Puck is about Hermia's age). Otherwise I'll have to temporarily move Puck and Bottom to another family while I only play with Oberon and Titania and put them back in the family only when it's time.

Most likely Consort, Patrizio and Isabella will have to drink a lot of elixir of life to arrive alive when their grandchildren will be teenagers.

[witch-hazels-musings]

tacenda

warning: hurt/comfort (reader believes the character doesn’t love them, rumors of loving someone else (D))(angst is very mild) 

includes: alhaitham(1,384), diluc (1,692), xiao (1,563)

character x gn reader | anthology | definition: “things better left unsaid”

you loved him. You’d known for a while but kept quiet, save for telling a few trusted friends your secret. Beyond yourself, they knew how often you thought about him even when you didn’t want to, knew how you searched for him in the crowd even though there was no way he’d be there.

They knew, you knew, but he never did; and he never would --

-- this silly love of yours would have to stay silent

some things are better left unsaid --

--

alhaitham

You stood on your toes to reach the shelf above you. It took several attempts but soon enough the book was back in place and you moved on to the next in your pile. 

The library was quiet. Just the way you liked it. No overbearing conversations, no rushing of bodies as they made their way through the campus. Just silent stillness, and the scent of books. 

You made your way down each isle, adjusting and correcting books that were out of place until the stack in your hands was empty. Turning back, you made your way to your cart but stopped when a familiar figure caught your attention. 

Alhaitham, the most attractive academician you’d seen in the short years you’d been here. You were introduced to his existence a year ago when you took a linguistics class on a whim and, there he was, sitting to the side making it impossible to focus on the lecture. The amount of times you’d stop functioning because of him was enough to give yourself second-hand embarrassment. 

No one should be that attractive, you thought. 

After some time, you realized you were just staring at him, so you shook your head and stumbled back to the book-cart. Out of the corner of your eyes you saw several others in the library staring at him too. A stunning creature made their way over to him and you lost all nerve to watch. Picking up a pile of books, balancing them in one arm so you could put them back with the other, you turned to head down an isle but glanced back to see Alhaitham in a dialogue with a person far above your league. 

If there was someone he liked, it was certain to be someone like them. 

It wasn’t surprising how popular he was. With a face like that it was a shock he didn’t have twenty confessions a day. You tried to still your straining heart, did your best to ignore the sting in your eyes. It would make putting the books back a bit more difficult if you couldn’t see. 

-- 

You wandered through the isles. Careful to not make the floorboards creak to loudly as you scanned the authors names. “M ... Ma ...” Running your finger over the spines, you stopped when you found the right spot and slid your finger in between the two adjacent books. Making space, you reached for the book on the top of your pile and put it in its home. The rough leather tickled your skin as you ran it down the spine. Once settled, you examined the next book, unaware of the footsteps making their way toward you. “Ie... I -- oof.” You ran into something hard and just barely managed to stop the books in your arm from falling to the ground, “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t ---” 

Alhaitham was standing in front of you, eyes glaring at you and destroying whatever words were about to fall out of your mouth. His long, slender hand gripped the stack in your arm so they wouldn’t hit his torso. 

“H-hand --” you blubber out, he raised an eyebrow. “I’m sorry!” Panicked, you apologized louder than you intended. At the same time, you twisted to the side and backed up so fast you smacked into the bookshelf. Several books teetered at your forceful jostling and came crashing down. Lifted your empty arm to shield your head, you close your eyes in anticipation of being hit. The books landed heavy as they fell to the floor but you didn’t feel any pain. When you opened your eyes, you jumped at the sight. 

Alhaitham’s body towered over yours, his arm was bent, hand balled into a fist and head covering you so the books wouldn’t hit you. You could feel his breath, see the darkness of his lashes, smell him -- you were sure you had a dream like this once before. He opened his eyes, wincing. 

“Archons, are you okay?!” you asked in a worried whisper. Without thinking, you lifted your hand to touch the back of his head. His hair was silky smooth; hair hypothesis confirmed, check. “Alhaitham, I’m so sorry.” you apologized, retracting your hand as he stood up to his full height. He rubbed the spot you touched making you feel even more terrible. You bit the inside of your cheek and lowered your head in shame. “I’ll pay for your check-up.” 

“What reason would you need to do that?” 

“B-because I got you hurt, its the least I could to ...” you explained. 

He examined his hand as if to check for blood and seemed satisfied to find none, “Healthcare in Sumeru is free,” he replied pointedly. In your state you completely forgot. It only made you more embarrassed. 

“... right.” You tried to play it off with a laugh but it came out strange, like you’d never laughed before. Archons, just let me die, you pleaded. “Anyway, I’m sure I was in your way. Let me clean up this mess so you can go on about your day.” 

“Did I say you were in my way?” he asked, watching you bend down to pick up the books that fell. 

“Well, no. I guess you didn’t, but ...” you shook your head as you placed book after book on your already heavy pile. Alhaitham’s feet moved out of view which made you happy and sad at the same time. You wanted to talk to him, wanted to hold his attention, but not like this. Should you say goodbye to him or ---? “Oh - um...” 

Alhaitham reappeared next to you, his hand reaching for the same book you were. You followed him as he stood up and placed the book back in its place and, without saying anything, he extended his hand down to you. Realizing he was asking for one of the books, you gave it too him and soon the two of you had the isle cleaned up. 

“Thank you. First you save me from the books, then helping me put them back. What did I do to deserve such a kindness,” you marveled, not waiting for a reply. “Anyway, I’ll be on my way.” With a small nod, you walked past him but didn’t make it very far. 

“Most people are wary of interacting with me,” he began, forcing you to turn back to look at him. His comment seemed so sudden, your expression doing little to hide the fact. “I’ve been told I am difficult to get along with. It is not in my interest to change what others think of me,” he looked at you and you pulled the books you still had closer to your chest. “Being social is not one of life's necessities. That is what I believe at least,” he took a step toward you and you took one back. The action made him pause. He looked to the left, jaw clenching for a second before his gaze returned to you. “I’ll occasionally go to the tavern for a drink after work.” He finished and you let the information digest. “Well then.” He turned and you were left speechless. 

Just as he was about to round the corner, you took several steps toward him, “Was that -” he twisted to look back at you, “are you inviting me to join you ...?” 

He smiled. The corner of his mouth lifting into a smirk, “Was that not obvious?” he answered before disappearing around the bookshelf and leaving you alone to feel the pressure of every author staring at you while you slowly combusted in the isle. 

You had liked him for so long. Had wracked your brain trying to find the best way to talk to him. All you ever managed was quick phrases and helpful recommendations when he was searching for something. 

You were sure he was the type of person to never show interest in anything other than his work or his books so ... why you? why all of a sudden?? what magical thing did you do to get his attention and how - how in the world were you going to keep it?? 

some things are better left unsaid, right?? 

--

diluc

You smiled politely to the customer before they turned and left the store. Their eyes gazing at the small bag you handed them moments ago. Whatever they would use that stone encrusted bracelet for, you weren’t sure, but it would look lovely nevertheless.  

Carefully, you started reorganized the jewelry in the case. No matter how diligent you were, there was no escaping messing up the display stands as you reached for ones further in. With a heavy sigh, you knelt down and pulled out the displays one by one. A container of rings placed at your side, a ornate necklace with a ruby balancing on top. Your hand passed over the felted shelf to remove the dust bunnies accumulating there. You were practically inside the large case when the door chime rang out. 

“One moment,” you maneuvered your arm to wave at the guest, to show them you were just on the other side. They didn’t say anything but you didn’t mind, you were cursing under your breath enough for the both of you. “... just go back ...” you huffed, finally placing the rings back in their proper place. With a click of the wooden door, you lifted yourself up only to have your heart leap out of your throat. “Welcome in, how can --” 

Diluc Ragnvindr was standing on the other side of the glass case. His eyes fixated on you - more than they ever had before. You felt faint. He pulled up his glove, scanning the case in front of him. 

Say something --- by the archons, say anything ... 

“H-Hello, Mr. Ragnvindr. How can I h-help you today?” shaking your head at how much you stumbled over your own words, you tried to put on a pleasant smile. When he glanced at you, you gripped the edge of the glass case for support. 

“Afternoon,” he began and you tried your best to listen without screaming. “I am looking for a gift.” 

“Ah- Well ...” you bit the inside of your lip, tilted your head, “If you’ll allow me some questions, I can find the best piece for you?” He nodded, once, and you set out to assist him. “All of our pieces are suitable for anyone. We take great care in making each and every one of them-” 

“Do you make these?” 

The question caught you off guard. Quickly, you shook your head, “Not all of them. I typically make the larger works, like these,” you pointed at a set of radiant broaches in the case over. They glittered in the light and made you happy to look at. “I’m building my skill to make finer jewelry like the rings, necklace pendants and the like.” You wanted to ramble on about your craft but forced yourself to stop. Diluc wasn’t interested in your work, he was here for a ... a gift. “Anyway, so, does this person prefer necklaces, rings, a bracelet?” 

“I’m unsure,” he glanced at you. Instinctually you swallowed and looked away. 

“Okay, well what color do they most often wear ...” 

The two of you went back and forth for a spell. You asking questions, pulling out pieces that he might enjoy and him giving his opinion, though it was very minimal. You did your best to be encouraging, helpful, even offering to wear a few of them so he could see what they would look like. It had been a while but, surprisingly no one interrupted you. 

This was certainly the longest conversation you’d ever had with Diluc. Most of the time, you managed to ask, “how are you today, Mr. Ragnvindr?” or “Do keep yourself safe on your travels,” with a soft smile and gentle wave. It was all you could do to keep your muscles contained - otherwise they’d move wildly about in your excitement. Your friends tried to strike up more in-depth conversations but you chickened out every time - cowered.  But right now it seemed easier to talk to him when you knew what to say without thinking. Jewelry was one of those things you loved. Helping people find the best piece was like a puzzle, a riddle no one else could solve. It was fun, and you were having fun helping him. 

“So, are we any closer to your perfect gift?” you asked with lightness in your voice. He rubbed his chin and shook his head. “It can be tough to decide. There’s no rush,” you smiled, a small chuckle floating from your throat. “What’s the occasion anyway, perhaps that will help us decide?” 

“Ah--” Diluc dropped his hand and cleared his throat. Confused, you took notice of his expression only to find his cheeks flush pink as he cleared his throat again. 

“... an anniversary ... maybe?” your throat felt tight at the realization. Of course he’d be here for something like this. A gift for his lover -- you heard rumors about him being with someone but it hurt to know it was true. He opened his mouth to speak but you couldn't bare to hear his answer, “If that’s the case,” you pressed on, praying your eyes would hold themselves together, “perhaps a paired piece would be best. You know, something the both of you could wear to let others know that -- um --” you blinked, bit your lip again and shook off the bubbling turmoil rising in your chest. “So sorry,” you held up your hand and reached for a cup of water on the back counter. With a large gulp, you pushed a lump back down into your chest. “So, does that sound good?” You finished, recomposed -- kinda. 

“That will do nicely.” 

“Excellent, then let me --” 

“May I ask for a paired broach set?” He pointed toward the broaches you hadn’t even pulled out. “Something practical would be best. Would it take long to make two pieces?” He looked back at you and you clumsily placed your glass on the counter. 

“N-No, It just depends on what they look like. Are you sure you want -- I mean, let me get my notebook.” You fought against your better judgement to persuade him toward something else. It wasn’t your place to question a customer; even if that customer wanted something you made to place on another. You were here to help him pick the best piece for his ... you had a job to-do. 

After several minutes of discussion, you had a sketch of the pieces and materials identified for each one. In his, a carnelian stone set in the middle, its reddish-orange hues certain to mimic the shine of his hair in the mid-day sun. While in his partners would hold a sunstone surrounded by golden filigree. Both would be able to rest nicely around the wearers neck, with, or without a tie. 

“These will take me about a week, is that alright?” you asked, jotting down more notes in your notebook. 

“I will return in a week then.” 

“Okay.” The two of you exchanged pleasantries. A bow from you, a nod from him, and after some unusual reluctance, he bid you well before leaving the store. You raced after him, locking the door so you could take a moment to let the tears you held back fall free.  

--

A week later and the brooches were done. They were some of your most beautiful work - considering the love you had for the owner, it wasn’t surprising that these pieces would be filled with your affection. 

When the day came, you couldn’t muster the strength to be there. Of course you wanted to see him, but there was no way you’d make it this time. Not in the exchange and the permanent knowing that he loved someone else. So, you asked your coworker to cover for you while you wandered around your house, depressed. 

-- 

A few days later you returned home after a long day. Today was your everything day, a day where you had to run from store to store to gather your weekly necessities, where you had to tend to yourself completely, and still work at the end of it all. You were exhausted, and just wanted to fall into bed. 

Luckily, you still hadn’t seen the owner of Diluc’s paired broach - you wouldn’t be able to handle it if you did. At least you could live one more day in blissful ignorance. 

You approached your apartment door. The small shelf of plants greeting you as you pushed the key into the doorknob. You were about to pass through when something caught your attention. Placed carefully behind one of the pots was a box, one you’d never seen before and one you certainly didn’t place there yourself. Shifting the items in your right hand to your left, you grabbed the box and brought everything inside. 

Kicking off your shoes, you rushed to the island counter in your kitchen. The bags fell over, an apple rolled to the floor, but you didn’t care. Quickly, you turned on the light so you could see the box in your hand. Your keys jingled as they slide down your finger, dangling on their metal ring so you could reach for the lid and pull it away. 

When you saw the goldened broach resting perfectly in the box, you crumbled to the floor. The sunstone glittered, the delicate designs that encased it brought tears to your eyes. “Why are you ...?” In the lid was a folded piece of paper that you practically ripped open to read: 

-- Diluc Ragnvindr

I apologize that I could not give this to you earlier. When you find this, I hope the message finds you well and ... conveys my intentions. If, however, they are unclear, I will explain myself further if you are free and would join me for dinner? 

Ill be waiting

Your heart was pounding, hands trembling as you reached for the broach in the box. Tears flooded your eyes as you searched for the clock in your apartment. 7:00pm -- was there enough time?? 

You didn’t wait, didn’t change, barely remembered to put your shoes on. The world was moving so fast and you were desperately trying to keep up. 

With tears drifting behind you as you ran, you prayed you weren’t too late as Angel’s Share came into view and you gripped the brooch tightly against your chest. 

some things are better left unsaid screaming from the heart

--

xiao

Xiao made it clear he didn’t want to be part of the human world. You knew that, knew he was selective in who he appeared before, who he shared his moments with. It was enough that you got to see him on the rare occasion you were spending an evening at Wangshu Inn. Most of the time you were passing by on your travels. If you had a spare moment, you’d head to the top to check in on him - unsure if he’d be there or not - while other times you swore you saw a shadow on the balcony looking down at you. Thought it was your wistful thinking he would be able to see you all the way down here - liking someone sure created powerful delusions. 

It didn’t matter if you liked him though. Xiao was a Yaksha, a protector of the land, immortal, and you were ... well none of those things. It was better to save yourself the embarrassment and him the discomfort. So you kept your love for him a secret. It was just better that way. 

--

“Thank you, I’ll make sure it gets there safely,” you professed to the inn owner with a small bow. She seemed pleased at your commitment and bowed with an equally pleasant smile. With swiftness, you turned on your heels and made your way to the elevator. The parcel fit nicely into your backpack, which you slung over your shoulder with ease. You waited patiently for the elevator to reach you and instinctually looked up at the balcony where the vigilant yaksha often stood. 

The creaking wood settled and you took several steps forward, keeping your eyes locked on the red-railed balcony. Suddenly, you were falling forward and you realized you had timed the elevator wrong. It still had several feet before reaching you. Shouting, you put your hands out to brace your fall when a gust of wind wrapped you up and set you on your feet. Your eyes were shut tight until cool hands touched your shoulders. 

Startled, you peeled them open and saw Xiao standing in front of you. He looked the same as always, if not a little worried. “Be careful,” he explained, holding you until you found your footing. The elevator finally came to a stop on the top floor, before long it began its decent.

“I’m sorry - I wasn’t looking,” Xiao didn’t say anything which you were glad of. If it were anyone else they might have scolded you but Xiao wasn’t like that. “Thanks,” you mumbled, embarrassed anyway. He let you go, moving several paces back to give you room. Your heart was pounding, but that wasn’t anything new when you were near him. He always managed to to set your body racing. 

“You’re here again,” he said, matter-of-factly. 

“Y-yeah. I had a delivery for Smile and h-he told me Verr Goldet had a p-package. Excuse me,” you coughed, swallowing to help ease your nerves. Adrenaline was rushing through your body so you did your best to shake it off. 

“Are you unwell?” 

“N-No, just recovering,” you chuckled, flashing a reassuring smile his way as you shook out your leg. He didn’t say anything else the whole way down which gave you plenty of time to return to as normal as possible. “Well, see you,” you said, waving to him on the elevator as you made your way down to the road. It was going to be a long walk back to the harbor but you didn’t mind. You enjoyed the walk - except when your path was blocked by bandits or hilichurls. 

You adjusted the pack on your back and began down the path when a gust of wind rushed past you. Confused, you turned investigate and were shocked to find Xiao walking slightly behind you. 

“X-Xiao?” He looked at you, making you pause. “Did - um - is everything okay?” 

“The road is dangerous. I’ll go with you,” he explained as he walked past you, taking the lead. 

“It’s nothing I can’t handle,” you tried to explain, rushing up to meet him, eyes scanning his features and becoming even more smitten by them. Xiao was by far one of the prettiest people you’d ever seen; from his eyes to his lips he was gorgeous. You licked your lips, prying your attention back to the road. “I promise I’m not as weak as I look,” you said, raising your arm to show him your muscles - if one could call them that. He simply huffed and continued to walk beside you.

Xiao wasn’t much of a talker. Even if he was, you wouldn’t know how to strike up a conversation with him. Would he be interested in the things you had to say? What enjoyment could he get in a conversation about mundane human things when he’s seen eons go by. You gripped the straps of your bag and tried not to let your thoughts get the better of you. 

--

The two of you walked in mostly silence. Every once in a while you’d make a comment about the scenery, ask a question about him which he’d give a curt reply to, or none at all. You did your best to stay positive but, before you knew it, the travel was over and you had reached the entrance to Liyue Harbor. 

“Thanks for escorting me, Xiao,” you thanked him, slipping the bag off your back. “Here,” reaching inside, you balanced the bottom of the bag on your leg so you could grab a small, wrapped item. It had broken in transit, but that wouldn’t affect the taste. “I made these this morning. Since I don’t think you want -- or even use -- mora, this is the best thing I can give you as thanks.” You handed the food to him and he took it without protest. “It’s a honey-lavender rice cracker, they are sweet which I know is your preference.” He opened the wrapping and pulled one out that wasn’t split in two. You could still see the indent of the lavender you pressed in the middle. Smiling, you put your bag back on and began to walk further down the hill. “Thanks again, Xiao Xiao,” you chuckled, waving at him from below. 

He didn’t follow you but you weren’t surprised. Xiao didn’t enjoy people so there was no way he’d willingly go into one of the busiest cities with you.

On your way, you passed by a familiar face who was looking at the hill you just descended. 

“Good evening, Zhongli,” you called out and he looked down at you from the top of the bridge. His smile warm, welcoming. 

“Evening,” he replied with a curt bow. You shuffled up to him, stopping just in front and gazing up at his face. He was already so tall but since he was higher on the bridge, he seemed even taller. “Returning from an delivery I see?” 

“Mhmm, just made it back and am on my way to drop off a book from Verr Goldet.” 

“I see,” he rubbed his chin, glancing up the hill before looking down at you, “What about your travel companion?” 

“Travel companion ...?” Confused, you looked back only to realize what he meant, “Oh, Xiao?” He nodded, “He wanted to walk me back to the city. He’s never really done that before but I didn’t want to press him, ya’ know.” 

“I see,” he repeated. After a moment of contemplation, his lips turned up into a smile, eyes glittering in the swaying lights. “It is unlike him to take an interest in the going on of humans. I am pleased to see him warming up to someone such as yourself.” 

“O-Oh, well I don’t think I’m all that special,” you played it off, your hand waving in front of your face. “He’s just being nice ...” your mask began to fade as the words fell from your mouth, “ ... just nice ...” You could feel Zhongli���s eyes on you so you quickly snapped back, “Sorry, Zhongli. I need to get to the book-house before it closes.” You bowed quickly before rushing off further into the city. 

Zhongli was astute so there was no way he didn’t notice how deflated you became. You’d never admit it to him, hell, you hardly admitted to yourself. Why would you? It was much safer to leave those desires of your heart in silence than let them be shared and destroyed in a matter of seconds. No, you’d keep the feelings you had in -- it was better that way. 

-- 

Zhongli watched as you made your way through the bustling harbor. He could feel the sadness wafting off you like mist from crashing waves. Zhongli had lived long enough to know what love looked like in a persons eyes - or how it felt on the wind. 

“Do not give up hope young-ones,” Zhongli hummed, head turning toward the small shadow on the hillside, “revelations may take their course in time. Isn’t that right, Alatus.“ The shadow faded but only after the figure it watched over disappeared from view. “Ah, fresh love,” Zhongli breathed deeply the air of evening waves with a knowing, energetic smile. 

some things are better in their own time

[shadowkira]

Tfw you're romancing someone else but forever a Karlach simp... and you gave her an Elixir of the Colossus

[misseviehyde]

BROKEN HEARTED

I would have done anything to make my friend Joe happy after his girlfriend dumped him, but soon I regretted ever giving him the Elixir.

My family had told me to keep the formula safe and never to make or use it unecessarily, but Joe had been through so much pain, I just wanted to make him smile again. I also perhaps selfishly thought perhaps Joe might want to date me once he was female... perhaps we could make the perfect couple?

The fact was Joe couldn't live without his stylish sexy girlfriend. His house was still full of her clothes and makeup. She had been a high maintenance bitch who had gaslit and treated him like shit. I suppose in hindsight, perhaps I should have realised Joe's feminine side might turn out just like her.

Joe was interested in trying the Elixir and becoming someone else... anything that would make the pain go away. He eagerly drank at my suggestion and I watched fascinated as he transformed.

Right in front of my eyes, my kind, sensitive friend morphed into a beautiful haughty bitch and there was nothing I could do but watch as Josie Hyde was born.

Josie was somewhat like Joe, but perfected in physical beauty. Her skin was creamy white and completely flawless, her eyes were beautiful but heartless and cruel. Josie's long dark hair was silky and perfect, her proportions womanly, her breasts, her waist, her legs all the perfect size. She was like a statue of a Goddess.

Josie looked good in anything. She effortlessly slipped into the designer dresses and stylish shoes of the former ex girlfriend. She made those clothes look even better on her!

Josie had soon mastered expensive makeup and jewellery. Indeed, she had a taste for the expensive... designer handbags and clothes, diamond jewellery and expensive fur coats.

Her face was like a beautiful mask, she hardly ever smiled but looked out at the world with a smug delight, knowing she was superior and men wanted her. Josie would snap her manicured fingers and expect me to come running. She had accepted my offer of a date, but being her boyfriend mainly seemed to consist of buying her things and carrying her bags.

When she turned back into Joe, he was no longer heartbroken. Instead he was now obessesed with Josie and he merely counted the seconds till he could become her again. Good thing too. He looked kind of weird walking around with five hundred dollar manicures welded to his nails and smelling of Chanel perfume.

His obession for Josie seemed to result in him selling his own clothes and filling his wardrobe with hers. He began wearing panties and a bra all of the time and adopting more and more of her bitchy mannerisms. It was like she was controlling him, even when he was male. She was like the worst toxic girlfriend ever, even worse than his ex.

And at least I thougnt even if his ex had turned up he would probably have ignored her with his new obsessions... or at least so I thought. I was so fucking wrong.

One day I entered a restaurant to see a table of women having brunch and recognised Josie sat with Joe's ex. They were laughing and talking about how pathetic their ex or current boyfriends were.

Josie and Joe's ex were now besties. Evil smirking bitches who delighted in using men for their own twisted needs. Joe had gotten his girl back, but now as his hot best friend. Josie and his toxic ex were just going to make each other even worse.

I walked in to try and do somethjng, but Josie saw me and without stopping or showing any shame, she laughed and told her friends how her current boyfriend was a total simp who would do whatever she wanted and she was actually fucking other guys.

As she said it, I saw her smile... and it made me shiver. I realised in that instant that Josie was using me and that I had created a monster.

"Like, tonight I'm totally going home with that hot black waiter. His big cock is gonna look so hot in my mouth. My loser boyfriend couldn't stop me if he tried."

And even though I knew it was true and she wasn't bluffing, I also knew she was right about one thing. Tonight Josie would be fucking another man and I would sit obediently next door and do my chores like a good boy. I'd listen to her getting railed half naked in lingerie on our bed, panting as big dick split her in half. I'd never even got to see her pussy...

Tomorrow even Joe would look at me with contempt. He too was Josie's submissive slave, she had control of all the men in her life.

As I realised I meant nothing to her and never would, I began to cry. Now I was the one with the broken heart and there was nothing I could do about it...

[lunarreverb]

Tonight in Durge adventures

I took one last long rest after telling little butler gremlin ass Sceleritas Fel that I wasn’t gonna kill Isobel, but before heading up to polish off Ketheric Thorm. So of course, Scoobity Doo Fellow stopped by my camp to telegraph very plainly that I was gonna try to kill Gale. It occurs to me now to wonder if it’s actually possible to kill your SO or if they always catch you and stop you? Would it have been a game over to successfully kill Gale due to orb reasons, or does the cantrip-ification of the orb prevent that from being an automatic big boom?

Anyway not important because of COURSE I woke Gale and confessed everything up and got cutely hogtied for the night. I love that I got the bonus for my saving rolls from an elixir of heroism. My girl is putting in heroic effort not to be not a force of malevolence!

Without too many specific spoilers, I think I have the basic idea of what Durge’s deal is now - Durge is a bhaalspawn. I don’t know specifically what a bhaalspawn is - is it a construct? Descendant? Very cursed acololyte? Of the murder god? But whatever, Durge is made for murders and for serving Bhaal, and I guess got sent to the nautiloid to get the artifact, and something went haywire? I don’t know what went awry, but I’m laughing because I’ve been playing my Durge as perfectly moral and as sweet as I can. So, she’s really the opposite of the ‘died and came back wrong’ trope. My Durge died(?) and came back… not as bad as she could have!

I understand that Durge was originally the only custom character option. And goddamn, am I glad we have Tav as a unmurdery alternative, but I’m also glad that the Durge route isn’t ALL Alfiras and inescapable compulsory atrocities, all the time. While the setup and the quest line for Durge sure give you wink and nudge reasons to just give in and make them your ~evil~ playthrough, I have honestly not felt seriously penalized or pressured for playing it good. Which is surprising, and nice!

The other other OTHER interesting thing about being a Gale-mancing Durge is that, in the Weave lovemaking scene, it looks like she has a relatively normal kind of soul? I’m pretty sure Durge gets a slayer form, like the kind Orin has, but I take it that’s not what she IS. If I’m not reading too much into the abstract symbolism of Durge and Gale magically bonking each other in inner outer space, anyway.

Anyway it should be fun to get to Act 3. I keep hearing that Gortash is a HUGE Durge simp and it sounds funny as hell.

[fragrantpines]

We will be back to our usual schedule of posting high quality food men when Wisp stops simping for Tusu Elixir and isn't dying--

[maras-mischief]

Up to no good.

I could tell from the look in her eyes that she was up to no good. Granted, it was a look she always had now. My girlfriend, Lisa, was pledging her Mom's old sorority. The Thetas of thirty years ago were elegant, alluring, and mysterious. They graced the university with a presence that bordered on divine. If they were angels now, they were fallen angels.

One of the requirements for all pledges was to do Pledge Week while on Elixir. Their motto was, "Let the bitch out and see what happens." 99% of the time the girl turned into a ravenous insatiable slut that would find the nearest frat and fuck them comatose. Something was different with Lisa, or Jia, as she preferred to be called.

Don't get me wrong, she fucked me stupid the first night of Pledge Week. She let me do things I'd begged her to do for months, and she even went beyond. She bought a weird strap-on that wrapped around my cock and balls. I essentially had two dicks that she rode until she screamed. When she made me cum, she'd suck me hard again and to it in reverse. But the next night, she was gone.

She came home the second night reeking of cheap booze, weed, and sex. I asked her where she was all night; she laughed in my face.

"Wouldn't you like to know. Here, take these as a souvenir. Maybe you can jerk off in them."

She wiggled out of her lace panties and stuffed them in my mouth. They smelled and tasted like pussy and cum. I gagged and spit them on the floor.

"What the fuck, Jia! You fucked another guy?"

"Guys, plural. That new hip-hop club downtown was full of guys willing to fuck me."

"Wha...how could you?"

"Easy. I told them I was a wannabe Snow Bunny and I needed to be broken in."

"No, not that. How could you cheat on me?"

"Because I want to. Lisa is your girlfriend, not me. I'm just the bitch that rode your cock last night. If you're lucky, I might ride again before the week is out."

She slammed her dorm room door in my face, and I heard her flop on the bed. From there, it got really bad. On the third night, I was woken up at three in the morning by the local police department. She told them I'd pay her bail and pick her up; they were begging me to get her. She'd already bullied her cellmates into submission, and she was taunting the male cops by masturbating in front of them. The local PD knew about the Theta pledges, so they gave them some leeway.

"Just get this crazy bitch out of here."

I got a blowjob as a thank you as I drove her to the sorority house for her next dose of Elixir. An army of Elixir sluts greeted her like a returning hero. For nights four and five, I heard nothing and never heard from her. On the sixth night, I got a phone call to be at the Theta House for the end of Pledge Week.

On the seventh and final night, I walked into the extravagant sorority house to silence. The entire sorority was standing in the main room watching Gia on their little makeshift stage.

"I'm glad you're here. I wanted you to witness this."

"Witness what?"

"My coronation as the new head of the Theta sorority."

"How? You're just a Pledge."

"Not anymore."

I watched in horror as she lifted the remaining Elixir stock to her mouth and drank. There had to be 300 ml in the flask she downed.

"Somebody stop her."

"We can't. She is our Queen."

"How?"

"For the past three days, she's been bullying the entire sisterhood, she's simped our boyfriends, made us watch, and in a lot of cases, she's become a mistress to our Daddies."

"You're telling me in three days she's made you watch as she subjugated and emasculated all your boyfriends and she's fucked and ensnared all the rich Dads of Theta House?"

"Yes."

"Attention, All."

She was done with the Elixir.

"Like my mother before me, I take my place as the head of this house. No longer will we be obvious and oblivious sluts. We will take our place as the devious, salacious queens of the shadows. You sluts will learn from me; you will dominate and manipulate this world as a proper Theta should."

"Lisa! You can't do this."

"Lisa? That cowering little cunt is dead. I am Jia now and forever. Girls, lock my ex in the basement and brew another batch of Elixir. I want to see what kind of pet slut he'll make."

"Yes, my Queen."

[elixirafterdark]

Now that Tumblr seems to have ease up on pictures like this I'll test the waters 👀

Teal Elixir (Lix): loves getting her claws painted, does her makeup to glow under blacklight, contortionist, skilled in dance (Arial acrobatics/contortion, gogo, etc), will simp for Emperor Nefarious🧡

Lilac Elixir (El): works out regularly (she can lift more than double her size), will talk your ear off about robots and their rights, special interests include (gun smithing, robotics, singing) currently falling for Dr Nefarious and his dorky antics💜