#the bear in the witch's hut

[bubuslutty]

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John itching to help her cook, despite her telling him she's fine as she makes her finest dinner for their adult kids—ahem, most trusted men's arrival?? Mama may be a witch but her motherly senses be tingling and it says THESE MEN HAS NOT HAD A PROPER MEAL, JOHN. 😭

And a certain point where she finally stops for a bit to let the stew she's cooking do its magic, John immediately jumps to the opportunity to give his beloved the most absolute, cheesy and tooth-rotting kiss. I mean, straight up wedding-dip his sweetheart as if a priest had just said 'you may now kiss the bride' 🥲💗

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I'm actually so happy you enjoyed it!! I've got so many ideas for that little universe 😫

your thoughts always make me so so happy so Thank you 🌹❤️

the bear in the witch's hut (all parts)

title: European Robins in my palms

word count: 2.3k

warning: nsfw (like one scene) but all fluffy throughout the whole thing!!!!

John had to take all of his special unit back to his childhood home and farm, at least once. And he didn’t think he’d enjoy it so much, having his brothers with him in his home with his parents and wife, together.

They had to ride for days to get to his village, and Kyle would point out the greenery and mountains, how beautiful these parts of the land were, and Price would smile, proud and happy to be going home, to his love. Simon would be basking in the sun, on the back of his horse, half listening to Johnny and sometimes interrupting him to tell him some of the unfunniest jokes on earth.

And when they would finally reach their farm, Price’s parents and his wife would be waiting for them, by the entrance. Price would hop down his horse, and open his arms for his wife, as she runs and jumps in his arms, kissing him all over and squeezing him tight. John’s witch was not afraid to show affection to her husband, not publicly and especially privately, be damned society’s expectations and rules, nothing will stop her from running to her husband, skirts riding up her naked legs and one of the sleeves sliding down one shoulder and hair a mess. Fuck being proper.

And he loved her so much for that, chucking everything that would make her a proper lady out of the window in favour of loving him so openly, as he truly deserves.

That fact about her would not go unnoticed by his brothers. What a sight she was, beautiful and so inviting in her laughs and smiles. It was more than evident how much she loved him and how much he loved her back.

When her legs were on the ground again, she will turn to the other men, pushing her hair out of her face and grinning like the fucking sun in the middle of summer, sticking out her hand. And she would receive grins and three kisses at the back of her hand.

Price’s parents would greet their son, commenting on his evergrowing beard and bigger build, but then they would turn to the other men, giving each a bone-crushing hug that would warm them from the inside out.

After they will obviously get settled in the cleared-out rooms that Price’s parents and his wife prepared, stretching their tired limbs and getting a proper bath to wash away all the sweat and grim that cold river water couldn’t wash away. You better believe Price will try every trick in the book to get her to stay with him, in his room for the next hours. He knows she has things to do, like helping his parents cook them a proper meal. But he tends to become needy, selfish and straight-out unreasonable sometimes when he’s in the same vicinity as her for the first time in weeks.

He wants his wife, for the love of everything good and gracious. Is that too much to ask for?

But John ends up getting his way in the end, not only he has her help him bathe, but he tried his mighty best to stretch it out as much as he could, like, “Honey, I think you’ve missed this spot on my back- Can you just-”

And his wife would wash his back for him, an amused smile on her lips, indulging him and running a cloth over the muscles and fat under his freckled skin, then she would press her fingers on the knots in his shoulders and dip of his back, making his head drop, feeling immediate relief.

Then she would somehow end up against the wall of the bathroom, skirts hunched up around her waist and his knee keeping her legs spread as he continuously plunges his fingers inside her wet cunt over and over again, while his other hand is covering her mouth so her delicious sounds wouldn't be heard.

And when she cums, she’s shaking all over and her legs are wobbly and Price has a stupid smile on his face as he rubs her back, helping her calm her frantic heart. His darling has then to stand against the wall, holding her skirts in her arms as he’s kneeling by her feet, a cloth cleaning up the mess she’s made of herself between her legs.

“I was supposed to be the one taking care of you…” She mumbled, cheeks hot.

Price glanced up at her and chuckled, “You are.”

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When it was nearing dinner time, the witch stepped inside the living room, her sleeves rolled up and hair tied up, interrupting the men’s conversation. “Lads, I have a job for you.”

Gaz, Soap and Ghost all look at Price at the same time. The captain just shrugs and stands up, and they copy him, all following his wife outside the house. And Price can literally feel the excitement coming out in waves from his wife, but he doesn’t ask, he just follows her silently until they’re all 3 metres away from the house.

The witch turns to the men, her lips stretching into a smile. “I need you to catch me a rooster for dinner.”

And as soon as those words leave her mouth, Price smirks, trying to hide it by running his finger through his beard. Johnny barks out a laugh, “Of course, we’ll catch ya a rooster, lass!”

“Yeah, sounds fair, the least we can do is catch our dinner.” Kyle shrugs, hands in his pockets and Simon nods in agreement.

“Which one d’ya want us to catch?” Johnny asked, tilting his chin forward.

The witch grins and points above his head, and he frowns in confusion, turning around. And then he looks around and frowns when there’s no rooster on the ground- Oh, what the shit.

The rooster she wants them to catch is standing right on top of the house, staring down at them in challenge, the wind blowing over its black and white feathers, making the rooster’s body seem larger than it actually was.

“Steamin’ Mother…” Johnny mumbles, squinting his eyes to see the rooster better. Kyle and Simon also seemed to be taken aback, staring at the bird in shock.

The witch started giggling behind one of her hands, angling her body away from the men. Meanwhile, Price didn’t care much and started laughing loudly with his head thrown back, hand on his chest and tears collecting at the corner of his eyes.

“You two are mean!” Price’s mother suddenly scolded by the door, hands on her hips.

“Stop laughing, you mutts!” Price’s father barked out and Price and his wife started laughing even louder, screeching and holding onto each other while the three other men stood there, trying to figure out how the fuck are they supposed to catch that rooster.

“That was a good one, love.” Price said, his cheeks hurting from laughing and wrapped an arm around her waist, kissing the side of her face. As soon as Price said that, Kyle, Simon and Johnny all sighed in relief.

“Ahah, yeah, that was very funny,” Kyle said, glad he doesn’t actually have to go catch the damned bird. Which was still standing at the top of the house and staring at them.

“What do you mean?” The witch said, making Price freeze.

“What do-” Price frowned.

“Catch it.” His wife said, slowly smirking up at him.

When I say Price’s mum literally shrieked, laughing so hard she had to lean against her husband, face literally turning pink.

The colours literally drained out of Price’s face, anything but chasing that fucking rooster.

“I was being serious, John.” She said, bringing a hand up to fix the collar of his loose shirt. “I want you to catch it for me, please?” the witch bit her lower plush lip and batted her pretty eyelashes at him, placing her other hand on one of his biceps and giving it one squeeze.

Price was standing there, with his mouth open. And when she made a noise, tilting her head to the side, saying “So, are you going to do it?” without actually saying anything. Determination swelled in his chest, making his blood pump and he cleared his throat.

“We’ll catch it. For you.” He said, giving her a nod and placing a kiss on her forehead and started walking towards the house.

“Where are you going?” Johnny called out after the man.

“To get my gear.” Price said without looking back.

“What?!” Simon said, the word literally jumped out of his throat.

“Why?!” Kyle said at the same time as Simon.

“He bites.” Was all Price said before the three men ran after their Captain while his mother was still laughing, almost pissing herself.

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When they finally caught the rooster and tied its legs, and held it in front of the witch like a damn trophy, they swore they would never underestimate a rooster ever again. They were all panting and sweating, with feathers stuck in their hair and clothes, with arm protection on to not get bitten, but the rooster still managed to bite a hole in Simon’s shirt and pooped on Johnny’s helmet. They didn’t look happy at all and now all have a newfound fear of roosters.

“Are all roosters like this?” Johnny grumbled, cleaning his helmet in a bucket of water.

“Nope, just this one. You don’t even know how many times we’ve tried to catch him, but never succeeded.” Price’s father said, still baffled about how the beast was finally caught after three years of trying to catch him.

After handing the rooster over, the men stood outside the house and watched until it was killed and plucked and they all sagged when the rooster was no longer breathing. The witch giggled at their state and stopped right as they were going to step inside the house to wash for the second time that day.

“Hold on, take your clothes off first.” She said.

“Huh??” Johnny blushed bright red.

“Shoes and shirts off, leave them outside.” The witch added and they all nodded, following her orders. After all, the rooster did numbers on them, their clothes were filthy like they were on a battlefield and just came back for dinner.

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The house smelled absolutely delicious. Price’s mouth watered when he stepped inside the dining room, the smells coming from the kitchen while his parents set the table up.

“What’s cooking up, mum?” John asked, bending down to kiss his mother on the head.

“I don’t know, go ask her.” His mother shrugged, a smile on her lips and eyes twinkling.

“Alright?..” Price laughed and left his mum to go investigate the kitchen.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, he was greeted with a ridiculous amount of delicacies (As much as they afford in times of war while living on a farm). There were pies, stews, roasted vegetables and the rooster, bread, cheese and caramelised apples from the orchards down the road with roasted nuts on top and beer. And there were still pots and pans bubbling and cooking up on the fire.

“Honey? What are you doing?...” Price said and the witch jumped, turning around with a wooden spoon in hand.

“Cooking?” She answered, blinking at him.

“You-” John said, noticing a plate full of sausage rolls and couldn’t help but grab one and take a bite, moaning when the flavours exploded in his mouth, taking him up to the heavens and then back down.

“You don’t have to do all of this, my love. This is- This is too much,” Price said after swallowing and snaked his free arm around her waist and pulled her against him, chest to chest.

His witch frowned, “John, when was the last time your men had a proper meal? This is the least I could do for them."

John smiled, feeling fuzzy and warm with love and appreciation. "Allow me to help you, then."

"No way, I've got this under control. You can go back out there." She said, waving her wooden spoon in the air.

"Please, love."

"Nope. No way. Go away, John." She shakes her head and turns around, stirring a pot while it's bubbling.

"At least let me watch you cook." He whined, John Price whined and he wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her from behind.

"Fine. Just don't touch anything." She sighed, rolling her eyes and smiling, stirring. And Price happily nuzzled his face in her hair and went along with her wherever direction she went, literally glueing his body to hers.

This went on for a couple of minutes until she stopped and looked over at the food with her hands on her hips, and called John's mum, telling her to start taking some of the dishes to the table.

And as soon as she puts that damn wooden spoon down, John quickly turns her around and straight up wedding-dips his sweetheart, and cuts off her startled "John!-" with a deep passionate kiss.

When he helps her up, her cheeks are hot and she's panting, eyes wide and lips feeling all tingly. She's just looking at him while he's smiling at her like a love struck fool.

Simon's also in the kitchen, grabbing a plate full of veggies and doesn't give two shits about what they're doing, because all he's capable of focusing on is the food he's carrying and the growling of his stomach.

BONUS:

the second time Price brings his boys over (kyle, Simon, johnny, ale, rudy, horangi and konig). The damn rooster is there again.

“Mum??”

“I see it, John.”

“It’s ALIVE??!!!”

And they have to chase it and kill it again. But his witch manages to hold it in her arms and pet it, “YOU CAN PET IT???” screamed Soap.

And the witch just smiles and tells them it’s a blessing in disguise, a gift, they will never get hungry as long as this rooster is around. And he always comes back, no matter how many times they eat it.

gaz, Ghost and Soap all tell the other guys abt the rooster and instill the fear in them, so now the rooster is some sort of inside horror story lmao.

+

When Price's mum meets alex for the first time, she's hella confused cuz she doesnt remember pushing him out.

“Are you my son??”

And when he opens his mouths, she's "nope, I didn't push you out"

tag list (pls ask to be added or removed): @obiwankenobis-lap @goapgrim @smalldemonlover @silviafantin15 @reveluving @bobastayhigh

[lizzieisright]

Moon peppers (2)

(1)

were!Abby x witch!reader

Summary: Abby runs away from her (former) pack and into your forest. You're not happy with your new (woods?)mate.

Tags: fantasy au, sloppy worldbuilding (fuck it we ball), fem!reader, alpha!abby, witch!reader (so not an omega), sentient forest, stubborn idiots in love who annoy each other.

Notes: Abby really doesn't like sharing the forest with a witch, while you try to prove to yourself that you are the badass who is not afraid of a giant wolf.

Taglist: @abbysbae @poxismind @sidefanficaccounttohidemyshame (if you want me to tag/untag you for the whole series dm me please)

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You are not getting terrorised in your own home. Well. You are not getting terrorised in your own home again. 

You wake up with this thought, angry and grumpy, the fear of the night still tightening your chest. You didn't even bathe yesterday, just took your clothes off and went to bed, the last shreds of your dignity not letting you hide under the covers. 

It's still hard to feel so powerless, so you're angry at yourself as well for being scared. Of a werewolf no less. It's humiliating, but after the bear you learnt to at least respect your fear - it kept you alive this time. But now, when the sun shines through your curtains and you're a little afraid of leaving your bedroom, it becomes annoying. You scold yourself and get up from your bed, nervously checking the window in case the wolf is still there. You doubt it, but today is your fishing day, so you need to be sure the wolf won't tear you apart the moment you step outside your shields. You try to remember where you put your dagger - as if it will help you anyhow - but then your panicked brain remembers. 

There is a wolfsbane bush just to the right of your hut. You can rub it on your dagger and then it will hurt the wolf. So you plan to make a small detour to the wolfsbane bush before heading out to the river. 

You quickly bathe, but the temperature of the water irritates you: you're unstable, so your magic is unstable, so one moment the water is warm and the next it boils you alive and the next it's freezing cold. And all of this because of the wolf. 

You start the fire for the kettle with matches, cautious of your magic, and while it boils, you check the windows again. No sign of the wolf. 

The basket is on the floor still, and you gently pick it up to sort your things out: Caitlyn's baked goods and Vi's booze go into your pantry (you leave one of the pastries for yourself on the table) and the moon peppers go to the still room where you create all of your potions and medicines. The floor is dirty and you don't mind a little work, so you get a cloth and start washing the floors.

Sometimes you forget how much you rely on your magic, but now, knowing you can set the hut on fire or flood it completely, you have to put your hands to work. It's calming, actually, the repetitiveness of it, so you wash your floors clean and only then sit to have your breakfast. 

You get ready as if you're going to war, putting multiple daggers on yourself, strapping them to your thighs and smaller ones to your ankles - you're not taking any chances. Usually you wear a cotton vest, but today you dug up a leather vest that is way harder to tear. You put a sac on your shoulders and go out. 

The air is colder today, and you look around in case there's any threats - one threat. You even touch the ground, hoping the woods will show you where the wolf is to avoid it, but the forest ignores you. 

You make your way to the wolfsbane bush and it's not there. You are sure it was there yesterday, you walk on this trail all the time. But it's not there anymore, and you know it's woods playing tricks on you, and it makes you furious. 

You're literally helpless against this wolf and this was the only hope for having a chance at survival. You're scared and you are spiralling, almost cursing the forest for being such a bitch, not understanding why they would do this to you. 

Why makes you stop in a cold terror. Because you know perfectly why the woods are not giving you any kind of weapons - you don't hurt others. You just don't, and you don't poison your blades with something that can actually kill a werewolf, and you don't strap a bunch of knives to yourself or think like a warrior. 

Yes, you're petty, but you're not vengeful anymore. 

You sigh and look at the sky.

“Yeah, okay. I'm sorry.” You grump. “But have you seen this fucking beast?”

The leaves rustle. 

“Oh fuck off.” You huff when you get a wave of laughter from the wind. 

A witch. There is a witch in the woods and Abby can't be more irritated. Witches are not someone she'd consider nice, they're vicious and you might be the weakest spawn of Satan if you ran from her. 

Abby wanted to get some moon peppers for herself to heal faster, but you just had to cut every one of them. She smelled you when she came to the bush and didn't pay it any mind because witches don't have a distinct smell, no. They have creepy fucking eyes that glow in the dark and when you looked at her, Abby felt not only threatened since you were on her territory, but also pissed off, because her moon peppers were taken by a fucking witch. 

So Abby wanted to kill you, and if it wasn't for your stupid shields she definitely would - she is hurt, hungry and alone, and she needs you gone. If Abby thought she'd stand a chance against you, she'd have tried to maybe talk to you, but your presence in this forest while she is desperately trying not to die is a threat she is not willing to entertain. She is either going to kill you or you're going to kill her, and this is it. 

Witches are notorious for being evil manipulative bastards who blood bind anything that has blood, and Abby had some of her packmates bound to a witch as guard dogs because they needed a potion to survive a wolf fever in the winter. They didn't die from the fever but they sure as hell might've died from serving this witch. But Isaac was furious and of course they went as a pack and tore the witch apart, releasing their packmates from her bounds. 

So no, Abby is not planning on being nice to you, she is planning on destroying you. She is still injured and there's blood all over her den, she can't risk you finding it and using it for your own gain. 

Abby sighs and crawls out of the den, sniffing around: she is so hungry. She needs to go for a hunt, but she is too weak for it yet. Her hind legs are aching, there's multiple wounds on her sides that she should treat in human form, but Abby is scared she won't be able to handle it yet and it will put her at risk. There is no smell of her former pack, so Abby crawls out further, now able to look around: this part of the woods seems and smells safe. Abby groans and stands up, trying her best to not whine from pain in her body: not only her wounds hurt, but after you tripped her last night she hit her head pretty hard on a root, so now she is also dizzy.

Abby is still scared she will die, which is a sign of, well, dying, so she clings to her life with her claws and makes herself move. The river is not so far away from the den, and Abby is halfway there when she picks up your scent. 

It's not that Abby already knows your scent, it's just the only scent with a heartbeat that doesn't smell like another animal, since animals don't smell like lavender and soap. Abby doesn't doubt that it's you because she can somehow feel magic around you, and it makes her tingle in a very creepy way.

Well, hasn't this day just gotten so much better? Abby can just kill you and eat you - actually she is apprehensive of eating a witch, but she is desperate - and this will be the end of her troubles. And your shields will fall, so she could go and loot you. Perfect plan, she thinks. 

Now, a giant alpha wolf is not the most quiet animal, especially since Abby is so heavily injured, but Abby tries her best to go as silent as possible so she could first figure out where you are and second - figure out how to attack you. The luck is on her side: you're sitting on the shore with your back to her, so Abby can just jump you and bite your head off with its unnerving eyes. 

The thought of finally having some meat makes Abby salivate, but she keeps focused on being quiet - she needs to ambush you, otherwise you'll notice her. So she moves slowly, until you're in her direct line so she could make the jump and kill you. 

Abby flexes and shifts her weight before the jump, but exactly when her paws are inches from your body, you turn your head, shriek and your arms fly up in surprise. 

The next thing Abby knows is a strong wave of water knocking her back to the ground, while her nose gets overwhelmed by the smell of fear. Abby's animalistic side is roaring from both irritation and satisfaction: even if she didn't get her prey, at least it's terrified of her.

Your heart beats so fast in Abby's ears it is almost too loud, and she sees how your fingers twitch. It makes her quickly get back on her paws and growl at you. 

“Don't you fucking growl at me, wolf.” You try to sound offended, but your voice is shaking. “You came to this forest, I live here.” 

Well, you have a point, but because you're a witch, Abby isn't going to listen to it. 

“Turn back, I know you're a were.” 

Fat chance. Abby growls at you again and makes a few steps forward to threaten you. 

“Or don't.” You murmur in a shaky voice. “Leave me alone, okay? I won't bother you, so don't bother me.”

Again, you have a point. Again, Abby will ignore it. 

Abby comes closer and you stumble back - are you really so weak you can't fight her? - until you trip and fall into the water. 

You can't help the feeling that the wolf is laughing at you as you sit in the river, your nets gone, soaked in cold water. It's humiliating beyond belief, and you're really tempted to water whip the wolf, but the backlash is not worth it.

You stand up, huffing and puffing in annoyance, and pull all the water out of your clothes until you're dry. 

“Asshole.” You tell the wolf, and it not only growls but also moves closer, ready to attack again. “Fuck off.” Yes, you're shaking, but you can't just give up. 

The wolf growls so loud you feel it vibrate in your bones, holy shit. 

“If you jump me again, I'll trip you again.” You threaten and the wolf stops growling so loudly. 

“I'm fishing here, and I'm not planning on moving. Deal with it.”

The growling resumes and you sigh. 

“If I give you a fish, will you leave me alone?” 

The wolf hesitates, and you're hopeful for a moment, but then it growls again. 

No, you think. You're not moving. You weave your magic and wolf snarls at you, but you only create shields in case it will try to attack you again. Then you sit on the shore and pull your nets back where they're supposed to be, playing it cool, waiting for the fish to get trapped in. The wolf circles you and it's terrifying, you're literally sweating from fear, but you don't give up. 

It's tense, but you still sit at least an hour until you get three fish in your net, hyper-aware of the wolf - thankfully, it left a few minutes ago, and you let out a relaxed sigh. You did it. You stood your ground. 

Abby is so pissed off it's unbelievable: she is hungry and there's food right in front of her, protected by stupid shields. She tries not to think what can happen if she eats a witch - will it drive her mad? Who knows. But you're also fishing, and Abby is teased with it. The offer you made was tempting until she understood it was a deal and Abby wasn't a fool for making a deal with a witch. So she spent some time just to bask in your smell of fear and laugh at you trying to appear as if Abby's presence doesn't make you want to shit your pants. It's amusing, honestly. 

But then Abby feels how she is getting tired - she is in no shape to play games right now. She really needs some food if she wants to survive the night. So Abby goes up the river just far enough to still smell you in case you try anything, and goes into the water, trying to catch some fish with her mouth. 

Abby is not a bear, so her fishing skills are not as precise, but Abby is decent: wolves eat fish too, especially if they're alone, like Abby right now. Abby catches the fish, sinking her teeth through its scales, and brings her catch to the shore. The fish still jumps, but it's far enough to not get back into water, so Abby returns and continues her hunt. 

It takes Abby a while and she is quite exhausted by the time she gets around twenty fish, so she shakes off the water and goes to her pile of tasty, mouth watering food. Abby is salivating as she smells the fresh fish so she digs in, almost choking on the first one. She coughs, but doesn’t stop chewing, too desperate and starving. She is still on guard, her ear perked up, but the food calms her down and makes her feel lazy. Abby is very tempted to just nap right next to her rapidly disappearing pile of fish, but she knows it’s not safe, so she makes herself lazily walk back to her den. 

When Abby smells you close to her den, she sees red. Suddenly her lazy walk turns into aggressive running and she attacks you immediately when she sees how you kneel down on the ground in front of her den. This is not just a direct threat to her as a wolf, it’s a real threat of being blood bound, and Abby is terrified by the mere thought of it. 

Of course your shields save your ass, but as Abby lands on her stomach, you also fall from the impact of a giant wolf attacking you. Abby gets up and growls, baring her teeth as a promise to kill you, so you scoot back. 

“Do you live here?” You ask as if it’s a surprise. Yeah, like you didn’t know it by the sheer amount of blood around. Abby jumps again and bounces off again, but she is so angry at you and your shrieks are the best music to her ears. “But it’s a bear den! You dumb fucking- Find a better place for yourself, because the bear will come back and I don’t think your furry ass can fight it.” You spit out as you get up quickly and weave shields around yourself. 

Abby barks at you and you jump in fear, backing off. You then walk backwards as Abby moves forward, practically kicking you out from her territory.

“Okay-okay, I’m going. Fucking creep.” You murmur under your breath and Abby growls at your audacity: you came to her, not the other way around. Entitled bloodthirsty bastard.

You turn around and start walking back to your hut, but Abby waits until she can’t hear your heartbeat anymore, and only then she goes back to the den.

Your words about the bear coming back actually worry Abby, but she doesn’t have any strength to go and look for another spot - and since she put her scent everywhere, the bear will be angry anyway, so maybe she will have to fight it. 

Fuck, Abby thinks. She is weak and dizzy and all she wants is to take a nap and rest until her body feels better, not think about fighting a bear.

So Abby crawls back into her den, wraps around herself, burying her nose in her tail, and falls asleep.

[chiara-hotel]

Starting a minecraft server with them! (pt.2)

Characters: Port Mafia

Part 1: (With Teen Soukoku & DOA)

Port Mafia:

- It was most likely Elise’s idea to start the server, Mori wanted to make her happy so he forced everyone to play

- Elise is the one to let everyone do the work for her and than kill the enderdragon at the end (and steal all your credit & hard work)

- Mori goes into the mines to help her get all the things needed to find it

- Chuuya also starts to mine, but if you needed something he would come back up to help you

- Hirotsu would have a farm with Gin (he takes care of the animals)

- He would have every animal too, Cows, Pigs, Horses, Rabbits, Chickens, Sheeps, Polar Bears, Bees, Bats, etc.)

- Eventually he also gets a farm for the mobs from both the overworld & the neather

- Gin takes care of the food in the farm!

- She has watermelons, pumpkins, Wheat, etc.

- Gin also cooks for akutagawa when he fires out in an adventure

- Speaking of which, akutagawa is the explorer

- He hunts for villages, before killing all of the villagers & the iron golem

- Even tried to find a pillager mansion

- Or even shipwrecks, witches huts & more

- Also convinced Herobine is real and he wants to kill heroine

- Tachihara goes along with akutagawa sometimes but he just wants to murder everything (yes that includes animals)

- He got banned from hirotsus farm for trying to kill the sheep

- If he’s not with akutagawa, he’s killing every zombie & creeper he lays his eyes on

- During the day, Koyo collects flowers for her garden

- At night Koyo murders every single mob in sight

- Akutagawa saw herobine after lots of exploring & tried to tell everyone about it

- But no one else could find herobine

- Meanwhile Dazai had logged off the server with a herobine outfit (he hacked into it)

- The only unfortunate outcome was that chuuyas diamonds magically disappeared aswell…

[thesoftboiledegg]

Other fandoms: My OC is Dami'ann Culle, a silver-haired sorceress with dragon blood in her veins. She has witch and vampire ancestry. Crows whisper her name whenever she gathers herbs in the forest. In the springtime, she plants immortal trees that bear magical fruit. Her blade has slayed over 300 demons and sent thousands more back to their fiery pits. Rick and Morty fans: This is W-922, Shitstain Rick. His Morty is a Pizza Hut oven cleaner who found him scrounging for ketchup packets at the bottom of a dumpster. Every weekend, they cruise around in a golf cart and honk and laugh at everyone who vaguely resembles Jerry. One time, W-922 got drunk and threw Morty's wallet in a storm drain. He beat up a hitchhiker at a Sublime concert in 1995.

[homunculus-argument]

To prove his bravery, a great hunter goes to a witch to ask for the exact way he shall die. The witch tries to explain that this is not how divination works, but tries anyway. She does the ritual, and three distinct marks emerge in the signs she interprets - "vengeance", "the influence of dead among the living", and "horns". All slanted in a way that indicates a lack of hesitation before an act, and a lack of remorse after the deed is done. She tells him the signs, and is just about to tell him she has no clue how to make sense of them, when he interrupts her to ask her:

"So I will be killed by a beast with horns, or some undead monster? I will gladly die in a quest to avenge my son or my brother, but I would rather not have them die at all." The witch has no answer to that.

The hunter leaves, his mind clouded with worry for the remorseless beast that shall maul someone he knows and loves. But he no longer has fear for himself - if his is a noble death, then he does not hesitate to take it, and if the undead beast is what shall kill him, then he is safe from all other perils. He goes on to hunt with his brother, and eventually his son once he has grown, but though they don't hesitate to go after boars, wolves or bears, they never pursue anything with horns. Just to be safe.

Fifteen years pass before another visitor comes to the witch's hut - it is the old huntsman's son. He tells the witch that she was wrong, that his father spent his whole life dreading this strange prophesy and ultimately it never came to pass. It wasn't a remorseless beast or undead vengeance that killed him, the man died of a fever. A perfectly common, ordinary fever.

"What caused the fever?" The witch asks.

"An infected tooth. Something got stuck in his teeth and the rot spread", the son answers, in confusion.

"What was it that got stuck in his teeth?" The witch asks.

"A strip of goat meat."

[hush-writes-preg]

Spooky Season Day #16

Concept: The witch who gave you the fertility potion cautioned you not to use it until just before you bedded your husband. Something about the magic causing a drop in inhibition and intense lust in the user to help facilitate the spell.

Of course, you didn't bother listening to the simple peasant, already imagining the long-desired heir you'd finally give your impatient spouse. All you needed was to bear one child to keep him from tossing you aside in favor of seeking out a new wife. Filled with newfound confidence, you guzzled the bottle's contents down as soon as you left her hut.

Less than an hour later, you found yourself bent over a bale of hay in the barn with your skirts tossed up around your waist, filled with the stable boy's cock instead.

Somewhere, the witch is counting your coins and cackling at your expense.

(A Spooky Season prompt. Feel free to put it to good use! 😘)

[xeruthana]

Bog Witch

A witch looms over a large black cauldron in the center of her swamp hut. She is muttering to herself, occasionally dropping in ingredients or chanting magic phrases. She is trying her best, with the magics she knows, to make a doll! It isn't going how she hoped, but she continues to try.

"Legs of frogs and eye of newt; make a doll that's super cute!"

The cauldron bubbles violently, spilling out a noxious green light that fades into a pleasant purple. The hut falls silent as the bubbles and foam fade away, and out of the cauldron erupts... something. Something vaguely humanoid, with too many arms and too few orifices. A being of moss, mycelium, and porcelain; a doll of the swamp. With difficulty, the being climbs out of the cauldron, struggling to find its footing. Until at last, on stable ground, it looks at the witch and begins to speak.

"This one is... alive? Well, of course, it was alive before it supposes... but this is a different kind of living. It finds difficulty explaining such a thing to those who haven't experienced it. But that is besides the point. You... made this one? Brought it together, into this form? It has to thank you, somehow! What can it do for you, Miss?"

The witch is stunned at her creation. Never did she expect her efforts to bear fruit... and so beautifully, even! It's all she can do to hold back tears as she embraces her doll in a bear hug. This would be the beginning of a wonderful relationship for the two of them.

[ym-loreposting]

Inspirations for the Sages in A Link Between Worlds

The Sages in A Link Between Worlds are a diverse bunch of characters, unlike the Sages and Maidens from its prequel A Link to the Past, who are all depicted as the same robed men or color-swapped girls respectively. They seem to take more after the Sages from Ocarina of Time, who are from a variety of races and are more distinctive overall. While some of the Sages in A Link Between Worlds take after those from Ocarina of Time, most of them are firmly rooted in A Link to the Past.

Gulley

Gulley is often said to be inspired by the Kokiri from Ocarina of Time, but I don't think that is necessarily correct. Instead, he takes far more after Flute Boy from A Link to the Past in his design. Flute Boy is also found in the Haunted Grove in A Link to the Past, a place that Gulley also frequents. It is possible that the Kokiri as a whole were inspired by Flute Boy as well, given their similar designs, but Gulley's design remains closer to Flute Boy's than to the Kokiri.

Oren

The enemy Zora queen Oren does seem to take after Ruto from Ocarina of Time, as she has a far more humanoid design than the other enemy Zoras that appear in many of the 2D Zelda games. But she does also remain steeped in A Link to the Past, as her Zora's Domain is where Zora's Waterfall was in that game. Oren's design falls more in the middle between the Zora designs common in the 3D games and the enemy Zoras seen in the 2D games.

Rosso

Rosso is a bit of a contentious topic, though he does have obvious ties to the Gorons. He has a belt buckle bearing their symbol and also looks the part with his physique, though he has a few non-Goron traits as well such as ears and fiery red hair. In-universe, he is just a human as Gorons were revealed to sprout from the ground in Tears of the Kingdom, which would make Rosso having Goron ancestry difficult. That said, he still is a clear reference to the Gorons given he is a miner on Death Mountain and he doesn't seem to take after any character from A Link to the Past.

Osfala

Osfala doesn't take from any character in particular, instead seemingly being inspired by how sagely characters were depicted in A Link to the Past in general. This includes the robed sages of the Imprisoning War and their descendant Sahasrahla. Unsurprisingly, Osfala is also the apprentice of A Link Between Worlds's incarnation of Sahasrahla.

Irene

Irene takes after the witches Syrup and Maple from A Link to the Past (specifically its GBA release where Maple is concerned), which is also evidenced by Irene living in the same hut as them. She lives alongside her grandmother, who may actually be an elderly Maple, given her Lorule counterpart is called "Mapes".

Impa

Impa has been a staple of the series since its inception, appearing since the first Zelda game. Impa in A Link Between Worlds is an elderly lady, which is how she appears in the original NES titles, Skyward Sword, Breath of the Wild and Tears of the Kingdom. Impa in A Link Between Worlds is part of this line of old Impas and doesn't pull from any one incarnation in particular.

Seres

Finally, Seres is a reference to the Maidens from A Link to the Past, who served the same role as the Sages in A Link Between World do gameplay-wise. She is a maiden as well who takes after them when it comes to appearance. Her father meanwhile is the Priest of the Sanctuary. While a similar character did exist in A Link to the Past, he did not have any confirmed family that can serve as a more concrete analogue to Seres.

[wangxianficfinder]

Modern Cultivation / Modern with magic 

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living in my memory/living in my mouth by tardigradeschool (T, 32k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, reincarnation, college/university au, hurt/comfort, sharing a bed, light angst, nightmares, epistolary, pining, friends to lovers)

I feel like I win when I lose by so_shhy (T, 25k, WangXian, Modern AU, Sports, basically written as the ATP tennis finals, but with extra swords, Getting Together, [Podfic] I feel like I win when I lose by sisi_rambles)

💖 sudden nature series by everbrighter (M, 97k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, 5+1, family feels, parenthood, teenage rebellion, past character death, resurrection, pining, domestic fluff, angst, happy ending)

My chain hits my chest/When I'm bangin' on the radio by x_los (T, 2k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, case fic, competence kink, YLLZ WWX)

this river runs to you by sundiscus (T, 53k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Mutual Pining, Dragons, Literal Sleeping Together, Tender wound tending)

in the blossom season (in the pouring rain) by varnes (M, 13k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, [Podfic of] in the blossom season (in the pouring rain) by exmanhater)

bring you home by Alasse_Irena (T, 27k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, selkies, pre-slash)

💖 in the water grass, in the green by nerdzeword & twigofwillow (G, 25k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, river spirit LWJ, witch WWX, illness, gardening, tea)

结局难更改 (the ending is hard to change) Series by PorcupineGirl (G, 50k, WangXian, Time Travel, Modern with Magic, Modern Cultivators AU, Canon Divergence, Time Traveler Wei Wuxian, Reincarnation)

💖 Thirty-three Lashes by Winglesss (E, 56k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, canon temporary character death, immorality, reincarnation, case fic, angst w/ happy ending, hurt/comfort, nightmares, ghosts, curses, pining, slow burn, guilt, self-hatred, major character injury)

a garden in your ribcage by puddingcatbeans (G, 13k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, soft witches au, developing relationship)

❤️ start getting real by azurewaxwing (T, 21k, wangxian, Modern with Magic, Reality TV, POV Outsider, Golden Core Reveal, (sort of), Appropriate Use of Gūsū Lán Silencing Spell, Getting Together)

the heart of a bear by sasamelons (T, 17k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, friends to lovers, accidental marriage, time travel, fluff & angst, happy ending, getting together, pining, emotional baggage, case fic)

A Curse of a Different Color by nickel710 (G, 35k, WangXian, XiChengQing, Modern Cultivation, Curses, Curse Breaking, Asexual polyamory, Repressed LWJ, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Drunk LWJ, Falling In Love, WWX Being an Idiot, Bunnies, Non-explicit vomit, Anxiety)

The Jade Chamber by raitala (E, 18k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, case fic, pining, angst w/ happy ending, hurt/comfort, getting together, trapped together, there’s only one bed, light bondage, masturbation, oral sex, emotional baggage, ghosts)

swinger of birches by astronicht (M, 23k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, Practical Magic au, grief/mourning, canonical character death, angst w/ happy ending, witches, necromancy)

This Tornado Loves You by FeelsForBreakfast (M, 8k, WangXian, Horror, modern cultivation au, Pizza Hut, Humor, Mistaken Identity, Modern with Magic)

you by sami (T, 6k, WangXian, Background Relationships, Shapeshifters, But Not Everyone, Accidental Baby Acquisition, very little plot just vibes, Modern with Magic)

your petals that bloom in the snow by lulu_kitty (T, 10k, wangxian, modern cultivation, cloud recesses study arc, skaterboy WWX, everyone lives au)

everybody’s bones are just hollow branches by bee_knife (DisasterBiAlert) (E, 6k, wangxian, modern cultivation, empathy, ghosts, hurt/comfort, smut, happy ending)

another world behind the tide by northofallmusic (tofsla) (E, 8k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, both real and metaphorical oceans, sex in a cave, minor injuries, curses)

those who walk there by yukla (T, 2k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, angst w/ happy ending, spirit WWX)

lemon morning in a wash of rain by curiositea (E, 26k, wangxian, WWX & LSZ & LWJ, modern cultivation, major character death,  angst w/ happy ending, grief/mourning, anxiety, depression, canonical temporary character death, dub con, slice of life, explicit sexual content, dom/sub undertones)

the soft animal of your body by sysrae (T, 15k, WangXian, modern cultivation, Golden Core Reveal, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Animal Transformation, Shapeshifting, Sort Of, Getting Together, Confessions)

Wish I could forget the taste of your skin and the feel of your hands pinning me down by KizuKatana (E, 63k, WangXian, weapons-grade thirst, Getting Back Together, BAMF WWX, BAMF LWJ, Canon Divergence, modern cultivator au, Case Fic, LWJ's canonically big dick, Mutual Pining)

🧡 The World We Made by updatebug (T, 80k, WangXian, The Old Guard fusion, Immortals, Immortal LWJ, Angst with a Happy Ending, NMJ Lives, Reincarnation, Modern AU, The Old Guard AU, Team Unbury Your Gays, LITERALLY, Temporary Character Death)

leading tone by silencemostofall (G, 32k, WangXian, Modern AU, Soulmates, with a lil twist, Eventual Happy Ending, lesbian wq right Music, Orchestra, platonic and romantic pining, [Podfic] Leading Tone by silencemostofall by Beria1021)

pastel by antebunny (G, 6k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Soulmates, Heavy Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Self-Esteem Issues, Misunderstandings, Angst with a Happy Ending, Unrequited Love, but not actually, no courtesy names)

and so my heart beats wildly Series by lily_winterwood (E, 127k, WangXian, Modern AU, Modern with Magic, Competition-Set Fic, Multimedia, Miscommunication, frenemies to lovers, Rivals to Lovers, Slow Burn, Seemingly One-sided But Actually Mutual Pining, Oblivious WWX, Competitive Cultivation, Angst with a Happy Ending, Olympics, Inappropriate use of an Olympic gold medal, Breathplay, Rough Sex, Food Porn, Switching, Bottom LWJ, Social Media, Worldbuilding Bonuses)

see you yesterday by glyphic (M, 138k, WIP, WangXian, Modern AU, Modern with Magic, Ghost Hunters, Time Loop, Case Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Memory Loss, Angst with a Happy Ending, Slow Burn)

one good thing by Yuu_chi (T, 26k, WangXian, Modern AU, Ghost WWX, Angst and Humor, Angst with a Happy Ending, [Podfic] One Good Thing by jellyfishfire)

🧡 CSI: Gusu Edition Series by Stratisphyre (M, 39k, WangXian, WWX & LQR, Modern with Magic AU, College AU, Golden Core Reveal, Single parent WWX, Good Uncle LQR, Hospitalization, Allusions to violence and murder)

the journey is far from over Series by thelastdboy (M/E, 164k, WangXian, Modern AU, Canon Divergence, Madam Lán Lives, JYL Lives, WQ Lives, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Slow Burn, YLLZ WWX, Hurt/Comfort, Kink Negotiation, Kink Exploration, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, WWX Lives, Mental Health Issues, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Burial Mounds Ensemble as Family, Single Parent WWX, Selectively Mute LWJ, Eventual Smut, Light Dom/sub, LWJ & MM Friendship, Modern AU but not too modern™, mlm/wlw solidarity, Wēn Remnants Live, LWJ saves the Wēn Remnants, LWJ's Punishment, Neurodivergent LWJ, Stimming)

leave sooner, drive slower, live longer. Series by thelastdboy (M, 26k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, POV LWJ, Character Study, Coming of Age, Past Character Death, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Neurodiversity, Autism Spectrum, Situational Mutism, modern cultivation au, Hurt No Comfort, YLLZ WWX, Aftermath of a Natural Disaster, Cultivation World Politics, Slow Burn, Miscommunication, Taxi Driver WWX, Getting Together, Sentient Burial Mounds, Mistaken Identity, No Major Character Death, Names are Magic, Horror Elements, Angst with a Happy Ending, Soft WangXian, WWX Has ADHD, Case Fic)

Tired of the Sunset by julomaiboulomai (M, 55k, WangXian, Modern AU, Superheroes/Superpowers, Identity Porn, Secret Identity, Grief/Mourning, Canonical Character Death, Unreliable Narrator, superhero fights, Major Character Injury, Major Character Undeath, Slow Burn, But also somehow, Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Injury Recovery, JC-LWJ Mutual Hate Society, Domestic Fluff, Co-Parenting, Making Out, Fade to Black, Brief mentions of suicide, Angst with a Happy Ending, Art Embedded)

Future Cultivation AU Series by Aki_no_hikari (G, 23k, WangXian, Modern AU, Canon Divergence, College/University, Modern with Magic, Reincarnation, Angst with a Happy Ending)

Always Knew You Were Magical by jeyhawk (E, 25k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Curse Breaking, Case Fic, Sharing a Bed, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Pining, Resolved Sexual Tension, Masturbation, First Time, Blow Jobs, curse fic, College/University, True Love's Kiss, Attempted self harm under the influence of a curse)

artificial nocturne by idrilka (E, 10k, WangXian, Modern with Cultivation, First Meetings, Sex Demons, Misunderstandings, First Time, Getting Together, Rimming)

Care and Feeding by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 16k, WangXian, Modern with Cultivation, Sex Demons, slight dubcon, Hurt/Comfort)

silt, or scurvy series by astronicht (M, 11k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, chronic illness, podfic by raitala)

medium blues by darkterrible (E, 193k, WangXian, Horror, Spooky, Opposites Attract, Fluff and Angst, Gore, Ghosts, Necromancy, Mojo’s post with her review and the author’s original summary—this beloved fic has had a here-again-gone-again history)

🧡 A Study in Fluff by WeaverOfTheNight (T, 29k, WangXian, Modern AU, Ghost bunnies, Vet LWJ, Architect WWX, Kid LSZ, Domestic fluff, Modern with Magic)

Hear a song this deeply by so_shhy (T, 87k, wangxian, modern cultivation, academia au, music, kid fic, action/adventure, canon-typical violence, canon-typical JGY behavior, slow burn, fluff & angst, happy ending)

Something at the Door by Pip (Moirail) (E, 50k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Modern Cultivation, background 3zun, Background Yi City trio, Intrusive Thoughts, Horror, Suicidal Thoughts, Temporary Character Death, Blood, Explicit Sexual Content, Mutual Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Mystery, Urban Fantasy)

long have you been alone by martyrsdaughter (E, 56k, wangxian, modern cultivation, amnesia, curses, hanahaki disease, secrets, not actually unrequited love, banter, workplace relationship, light angst, sexual content)

Red Is Just Black Remembering by Zizzani (E, 41k, wangxian, angst w/ happy ending, ghosts, modern)

Moonlight as My Guide by BromeliadDreams (M, 32k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, academia au, case fic, horror, canon-typical desecration of the dead, grey-ace WWX)

with you, I am home by tellthemstories (M, 47k, wangxian, modern cultivation, fake dating, meeting the family, there was only one bed, casual domesticity, oblivious WWX)

when I look over my shoulder by cafecliche (T, 10k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, exorcist LWJ, medium WWX, vague The Conjuring au, horror elements, pre-relationship, pining, hurt/comfort)

a ghost is just a memory you haven't met yet by ThirtySixSaveFiles (T, 5k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, libraries, curses, fire, brief horror)

please forgive my most passionate disruptions by pumpkinpaix (E, 65k, wanxian, modern w/ magic, stripper/exotic dancers au, strip clubs, stripper WWX, graduate school au, internalized homophobia, repressed LWJ)

most times a wish by impossibletruths (T, 16k, wangxian, modern w/ magic, case fic, roommates, getting together, ghosts, pining, curses)

Crossed Wires by stardust_and_sunlight (T, 20k, wangxian, modern cultivation, college/university au, meet-cute)

What We Grew in this Forsaken Place by Admiranda (T, 27k, wangxian, modern cultivation, shapeshifter LWJ, WWX has a fear of dogs, bunny crimes, genius WWX, unexpected pet owner WWX)

Detective, please. by Pitycup_hearts (T, 124k, WangXian, XueXiao, Paranormal, Detectives, paranormal unit, csi, Crime Fighting, Ghosts, Fluff, Angst and Humor, Modern AU, Thrille, rWY doesn't die this time, OOC, plot heavy)

Grandmaster of Demonic Party Games by Trickster_Angel (M, 50k, WangXian, Modern AU, College AU, Crack, Light Angst, Humor, Paranormal, horror, Slow Burn)

Hanlong by micratus (E, 15k, wangxian, modern cultivation, case fic, cloud recesses study arc, slow burn, oblivious WWX, drunken shenanigans, canon-typicak violence, action & romance, eventual smut, reincarnation au, humor, WIP, translation of Ханьлун by Alexandra Kreuz (in russian))

🧡 Truth Will Out (when caught on video) - End_OTW_Racism! by KizuKatana (E, 100k, WIP, wangxian, WN & WWX & WQ, graphic depictions of violence, modern cultivation, canon divergence, YZY abuses WWX, caught on camera, partial core removal, WWX kicked out of Jiang sect, livestreamer WWX, meet ugly, dual cultivation, smut, no war)

Anonymous Hero by NeverEnoughWangxian (T, 5k, WangXian, Modern AU, Modern Cultivators, Inventor WWX, POV LSZ, Inadvertently Reuniting Your Boss With His Old Crush/Best Friend, Reunions, Handwavy Detective Work, Handwavy Talismans)

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Stardew Local Public Access (I am modding a mod) There is a mod on Nexus called "Always on Plasma TV" https://www.nexusmods.com/stardewvalley/mods/20491

The mod makes your TV display images randomly on screen. It appears to pick about 5 or so images per day out of 57 total. It has little images of the movies from the theatre and your regular scheduled broadcast.

I've begun taking the images into photoshop and editing sprites to show villager channels and such and It's been so fun and I wanted to show you a few I have so far and a list of everything I've worked on as well. I'm just about halfway through the 57 images.

Here is the list:

1 - Willy Fishing show - spring

2 - Willy Fishing show - fall

3 - Marnie Chicken Show

4 - Tower at the full moon (sebs card game)

5 - Krobus spotlight from movie

6 - Those weird green and pink guys

7 - Pierre's special on bouquets

8 - Morris Joja Special on Seeds

9 - Bear wants mayple sryup

10 - black and white movie still of a dude

11 - movie still of the little sapling

12 - Prarie king still from movie

13 - Safari Dude talkng about Parrots

14 - Cityscape background with 2 rando characters

15 - Living off the Land

16 - Gremlin henchman at the witches hut

17 - Concerned Ape (hat with a static background)

18 - Sports Ball - Grid ball - Fans

19 - Book Selling guy

20 - Mermaid show 1

21 - Mermaid Show 2

22 - Sandy Sells Starfruit Seeds

23 - Trash Bear

24 - Gunther discussing a prismatic Shard

25 - Qi talking about Blue Beans

26 - Emily Sewing show

Ooof - I Have 30 more channels to go!

I plan to do Traveling Merchant, Desert Trader, Adventure Guild, Junimos, Mr. Wizard, The Mermaid Pendant Guy, Krobus in the Sewer, Dwarf Shop, Some Gossip News highlighting Lewis, Night Market stuff, the New fishing events, Shane and blue Chickens, Leah's Sculptures, Robins shop, Sam's Band, Haley's photos, Elliot's book reading or playing piano, Gus's Bar Specials, Harvey's clinic, Joja cola Commercial, Movie Theatre, Evelyns Baking show, Demetrius Science show, News interviewing Linus.... that's 23...

I have 7 more slots. Please feel free to suggest a channel!

I've attached some screenshots of some of them.Everything is a work in progress.

I'm thinking I might make a gossip show with my future husband where I'll tell him all the juicy gossip around town and he reports it. Obviously it's gonna to be the guy who likes to stay home with his computer...

What do you think?

[shortstrawberry]

I read this amazing Fem Lan zhan x Wei Ying fic on ao3 and was inspired by it to write wenclair witch x werewolf headcannons.

Wednesday is the local dark witch and everyone in village stays wary of her. It doesn't help that her work uniform is a long pointy hat and dark tattered cloak that covers most of her face. She likes it that way, hiding her identity. It gives her privacy to wander around with her face open. For no one could guess that this beautiful girl could be a dark witch who concocts ill-luck bringing potions.

When Wednesday was a mere child, she stumbled upon a injured wolf pup with streaks of pink and blue fur. She was foraging for yew berries for her mother when she heard sounds of a small pup whining in pain.

Wednesday is deep down tender hearted. Of course she nursed the pup back to health for three days. On the 4th day, it left, making her sad, even though she'll never admit. However, on 7th day, a cherub blonde girl approaches her, with streaks of pink and blue fur. Wednesday immediately recognised it as the same pup. Her name was Enid. Enid of Sinclair Clan, the most powerful werewolf pack around.

Soon enough, both the witch and the pup struck a deep friendship. However, in all of this, Enid never comes to know of Wednesday's true identity as a witch.

Enid is soon expected to go to war to defend her pack, being it's future leader. Wednesday panics, not wishing harm on the girl she is gradually coming to deeply love. She charms a ribbon with protection for Enid and gives it to her, making her promise that she'll never take it off.

Enid never takes it off. She goes on to win one war after another, coming back to Wednesday every single time. Every single time, Enid asks Wednesday if she missed her. Every single time, Wednesday tries denying it, but admits in the end that yes, she did miss the ray of sunshine.

One day, Enid approaches Wednesday while she is working at the witch's hut. Wednesday covered herself more with the hat and cloak to hide herself, but deep down hoped Enid would recognise her and love her anyway.

Instead, Enid asked her for a love potion. Wednesday's heart broke. Just who is Enid in love with that she requires love potion? And why does she need to resort to such drastic measures?

Wednesday asks this, and Enid only gives the witch a desperate breathy response:

"I can't bear her rejection. I cannot. I've loved her at first sight. If I can't have her, I don't know what I'll do."

Wednesday's heart broke to see such deep love from Enid. The girl who she has loved since her childhood days. But alas, Enid loves someone else. And to such a extent that she would drug them into loving her back.

Wednesday grants Enid her wish. But at a condition.

"Your first born child. I want your first born child from your union with this love of yours."

Enid hesitated, but only for a moment. She agreed to the condition. Wednesday's heart broke even more to see such desperation.

Later, Wednesday came to the grove to meet Enid with a heavy heart. She didn't greet Enid with her usual warmth, instead her voice was dark and poisonous. The cheery blonde werewolf seemed a little taken aback at this, but shrugged it off, taking out a small glass bottle instead.

Wednesday's eyes widened, realisation coming to her as Enid repeated the words that Wednesday herself had taught her back in the witch hut.

"Here, I brought some raspberry juice for you. It's sweet and tart. Just like how you like it."

The one who Enid desperately loved to the point of giving a love potion was... Wednesday herself. The dark witch herself.

Wednesday took the bottle in hand, and with a victorious smile, drank it whole. The potion will have no effect on her, for she is already in love with Enid.

However, Enid doesn't need to know that.

[bubuslutty]

cod word vomit

title: the bear in the witch's hut (part 2)

pairing: witch fem!reader x soft!John Price

word count: 1.6k

warnings: nsfw, blowjobs

a/n: i enjoyed writing this very much. so bon appétit 💞💕

John’s witch, so strong and so sweet. So fearless and terrifying when she smells hints of curses on his clothes and demands him to get undressed and burns his shirt with a blink, cursing out whoever dared to curse her dearest husband and soldier.

John knows about magic and spirits, but he was never one to practice, and neither did his mum or dad. But he’s no fool, even with his inexperience in whatever concerns magic, he knows his wife is one of a kind, she’s powerful and never fails to amaze him over and over again. She could kill him any minute and he would stare at her with hearts in his eyes, at least in that subject, he’s the biggest fools of all.

When John is on leave, he has more reasons to be excited about visiting home, not only he can see his mum and dad before he died, but also his lovely wife. They always greet him with warm food, a hot bath waiting for him and his room cleaned up.

They always greet him by the entrance of the farm, and his wife can never stop herself from running up to him and jumping in his strong arms, hugging him tight and thanking everything for keeping him alive and well. And then he would hug his parents, kiss them on the head and try to keep their fussing at bay.

Do they feed you well? Are you hurt? What’s that bruise on your arm? How’s Kyle? And Simon? Is he alright? Tell him he can come here anytime he wants-

When he finally gets away from his parents bombarding him with questions and things to tell his men, he’s in a huge tub filled with hot water, untangling the tension sewed deep in his muscles and bones, while his favourite girl in the whole wide world is there by his side, on a stool, running her hand through his hair and speaking to him in a hushed voice.

Really, there’s no need to whisper, but John appreciates it anyway, makes him feel at ease, and feels good, being in their own little intimate bubble, without anyone bothering them, even if it is for a short while.

She starts telling him how much she misses him, keeps the subject of the conversation easy and light on the heart, and John is endlessly grateful for her thoughtfulness. She comments on how his beard and moustache are getting bigger and bigger every time he comes home, and he laughs when she starts making a ridiculous impression of him complaining about how he’s too busy to shave. 

“Oh, look at me, I’m so scary and manly. I’m Captain Price and my beard holds the secrets of the world and if you start pissing about I'll-”

The witch squeals when he pulls her into the tub, water splashing everywhere and he has a stupid grin on his face when she ends up on his lap, clothes drenched. She stares at him, unimpressed and he starts laughing, throwing his head back and all, even snorting once. And how could she even be mad at him? She cracks a smile and starts giggling, holding herself up with her hands on his shoulders.

“John, this thing might just burst at the seams, I don’t think it’s meant for two people.” She then says, looking down at the tub with a small frown.

“Don’t worry about the tub. I won’t let you get hurt.” he lifts her head up, meeting her eyes.

“I know, John.”

And those simple words hold so much love and trust, he could suffocate and die there happy. But there are other pressing matters in his mind right now, for example how her thin dress is sticking to her skin and hiding absolutely nothing. 

She notices his eyes staring down at her chest, and she follows his gaze and her cheeks heat up, arms coming up to cover her poking nipples. “You pervert!” 

John raises one brow and tilts his head to the side, amused. Technically, if there has to be a pervert, it should be her, because she’s sitting on him while he’s completely naked and she’s still dressed.

“Me? Pervert? I’m the one who’s naked and vulnerable, love.” He places a hand on his chest, teasing her.

“You’re bathing! And you pulled me in the tub! You sure do know how to treat a lady.” She huffs, lifting her chin and looking away.

“You’re not just a lady, though, are you? You’re my lady, so don’t be shy. There’s nothing I haven’t already seen.” He smirks, all hungry and unashamed.

He leans forward, holding her wrists in his huge warm hands and pries her arms away from her chest to look at her breasts, visible under the fabric. His blue eyes darken and he groans, “Fuck, look at you.” 

His pretty woman lets him stare with her skin hot with shyness and arousal. His eyes are literally zeroed on her chest, and one of his hands goes to thumb at the skin just under one of her breasts and she gasps. And then he snaps his attention up at her face and pretty lips. He brings one of his huge palms to press at the dip of her back, pressing her body against his and kissing her.

And he’s just so hungry, so fucking starved. It’s hot, intense, messy but so good. And then his pretty girl, the apple of his eye pulls away and he follows her, their swollen lips connected with a thin string of saliva. “Stay.” She tells him with a hand on his chest, keeping him still. And stay he does.

He’s staring at her with eyes absolutely swimming with lust. And she carefully stands up in the tub, making sure to not step on his legs and takes off the wet dress, and drops it on the floor with a wet splat.

John’s heart is beating faster than 100 war horses and is absolutely throbbing and hot between his legs. And she looks so so fucking beautiful from his sitting position, he can see everything and is so glad she took off that damn dress. Fuck clothes, matter of fact, it should be against the law to hide such pretty body with offending fabric. But then a little voice at the back of his head reminds him he’s possessive and obsessive, he’ll tear anyone’s throat out with his teeth if they ever laid eyes on his woman’s honey-sweet naked skin.

And then she sits herself on his lap again and watches how his eyes are transfixed on the water droplets running down her skin. She reaches down under the water and wraps both hands around his grith and base.

And as soon as she touches him, he clenches his eyes shut and brings a fist to his mouth, trying his hardest to not moan because after all, his parents are still in the house, and he’d be absolutely mortified if they heard him.

“Fuck, fuck- Bloody- Fuuuckk-” He’s panting and rambling now, unable to open his eyes.

His hips are jerking under the water, making it ripple and spill over, and his chest is heaving up and down and there’s sweet on his forehead, his cheeks and upper chest are red and she’s so in love with him, it’s utterly stupid.

“John, open your eyes.” She whispered, a smirk on her pretty face as she slowly stroked him under the water.

“Nuh- no, no-” He shakes his head, refusing to open his eyes.

She leans closer, making her voice low and sweet, seductive and so dangerous for his sanity, “Bear, look at me.” 

And he shakily manages to open his eyes and lowers his head, looking at her. John has little shiny tears at the corner of his eyes, and that’s such a beautiful sight that the witch felt her core throb and clench around nothing. 

And then John chokes on a breath, his eyes rolling at the back of his head and hips jerking and she realises he just came. He came just by looking at her.

John starts babbling absolute nonsense then, shivering and his voice deep and gravelly. He’s going on about how sorry he is for cumming so fast and how he’s going to fuck her to make it up for her.

Just like I said, absolute nonsense.

His witch smiles and then kisses him, “You’re so perfect, my bear. I love you so much, honey.” 

“I’m sorr-”

“I don’t want to hear it. I loved it. You made me so happy, John, do you know that? Hm? You just showed me you still love me and have been desperate for my touch while you were away? Is that right, hun?” 

“Y-yeah, yeah- missed you so much, you can’t even imagine.” He rasps, speaking against her lips, and wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her against him, chest to chest, half-hard cock between them.

“Missed you too, love. I missed your voice, your smile, your laugh, your hands, your mouth, your eyes, how your cock splits me open and molds my insides to your shape, missed feeling you in my throat, missed having your spend leak out and stain the sheets-” She speaks against his mouth, breaths her words in his throat, makes him feel delirious with arousal as if he’s breathing it right in.

He starts squeezing her flesh harder and rocks his hips against her and she bites her lower lip, stopping herself from moaning out loud.

“John- John, you’re not fucking me here.” 

“John, please-”

“Fuuck, John, I’m so sorry, darling, you can’t fuck me here. Tonight, I promise.”

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Moon peppers (3)

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Palestine: what can you do

were!Abby x witch!reader

Summary: Abby runs away from her (former) pack and into your forest. You're not happy with your new (woods?)mate.

Tags: fantasy au, sloppy worldbuilding (fuck it we ball), fem!reader, alpha!abby, witch!reader (so not an omega), sentient forest, stubborn idiots in love who annoy each other.

Notes: near-death experience, Caitvi being the cutest.

Taglist: @abbysbae @poxismind @sidefanficaccounttohidemyshame @pjmispunk @herdelreydear @lmaoo-spiderman (if you want me to tag/untag you for the whole series dm me please)

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Annoyance prickles you all the way home. You feel a little exhausted after having your shields around yourself for so long, and if it wasn't for the stupid wolf, you'd be fine. You can't shake your irritation: you even offered the wolf peace, and it still attacked you! You keep in mind that the wolf might not be lucid - like it was with the bear, and you had to bring it back to the human form while avoiding getting killed - but on the other hand, it moved away when you threatened it with magic. 

“Fucking weres.” You spit and trip on a root. “Ouch. What, you have a soft spot for them?” 

The woods don't answer and you huff. You're used to the forest’s weirdness and mood swings, but sometimes you don't understand them. Who would have thought you can have an argument with a forest? But you had, on multiple occasions, and it showed that the forest remarkably worse at communicating than an emotionally stunned man.

When you see your hut, you let your shields down and take a long, tired breath. The wolf destroyed your sense of safety in the woods, and it makes your blood boil from fury, but you take another breath and try to calm down.

After all these years your anger is still the hardest to control. You still shake with the desire to just hit something, but it is still better than the desire to choke someone until they go cold and stiff. But it's hard to let go of this irritation and you haven't found a way to let it out-

Oh. Actually, you know a way. 

You sigh and slump on your porch to take a small break and recharge. The shields around the hut are not powered by your flow of magic, rather than by the bunch of stones and threads underground that you have to charge from time to time, so at least this is not draining you right now.

Fucking werewolf. 

You look over the edge of your shields and get angry again at the wolf. Your anger springs you into action, and you go inside your hut to get your things together. You take the fish out and put it in the chest full of ice - you're not cooking dinner today, you have no patience for it. 

You put another bottle of special tincture and head out, eager to go somewhere where there's no crazy werewolves. You're grim and the woods feel it, and they're rightfully offended by your attitude, but you can't bring yourself to care right now. Your mood is not directed at them rather than at one furry monster, and you know the forest knows it too, so you don't bother with sorries or excuses: you are not going to lie about your feelings, and you're tired from bottling up your anger.

As if not feeling anger is a goddamn requirement to be a good person.

When you're out of the forest, the sun gets closer to the horizon, and the evening's lights are beautiful enough for you to forget your spite for a moment. 

Then you continue stomping your way down the path and past the village, until you reach the odd house. 

You knock, shifting from foot to foot, and wait for someone to open the door. It takes a moment, but then Vi opens the door and the suspicion on her face turns into surprise when she sees you. 

“Damn, what happened to you?” 

“Can you spar with me?” You ask impatiently and come inside when Vi lets you in. 

“Is it a bottle in your sac, witch?” The dwarf grins and you roll your eyes. “I'm always happy to kick your ass, don't worry.”

“Thanks.”

Vi leads you to the kitchen where Caitlyn is cooking something and you shiver when you feel her magic: elven magic comes from stars, so it always feels cold. It's unnerving and makes you feel deep loneliness, and you don't know how Caitlyn deals with it. Do all elves feel as lonely as her magic makes you feel? 

But then Vi leaves a quick kiss on Caitlyn’s cheek and you chuckle. Vi, as any other dwarf, works with fire and metal, she always runs hot or is covered in coal, so you guess she balances Caitlyn and keeps her warm. 

“Darling!” Caitlyn smiles and hugs you, sending another wave of shivers down your spine. “You came back earlier than I expected.”

“She is going through some shit.” Vi immediately tells on you and you throw her a nasty look. “Listen, I didn't come here and ask to spar instead of saying hello.”

You huff and sit down on a soft chair, unloading your sac on the table. Vi grabs the bottle right away, but Caitlyn gently takes it and places it on the shelf. 

“Did anything happen?” The elf asks carefully and you let out a depressed snort. Caitlyn pours tea for all of you while Vi grumbles that she wanted her booze, but she still takes a sip.

“Another fucking were.” You say, defeated.

“No fucking way.” Vi groans. She was the one who had to deal with the bear after you brought it back and let's just say, they both didn't enjoy the experience, cursing and cussing at each other nonstop.

“It chased me to the hut, tried to jump me at least five times, refused to change back into human form and took Sevika's den. And when I warned it that she will come back and kill it, it made me walk backwards until I was out of its territory, growling and snarling at me. Un-fucking-believable.” You sigh. “And I'm so anxious my magic became unstable. I almost boiled myself alive.”

Caitlyn's face is so full of sympathy and concern it's hard to look at, so you look at Vi instead. She looks puzzled and just as annoyed as you are. 

“Is it a bear? Again?” Vi asks and it's almost funny how she is still full of spite after the werebear. “Why do you always get the crazy ones?”

“They fucking sense my own crazy.” You grump. “It's a wolf. A giant one, I've never seen them this big.”

“Probably an alpha, then.” Caitlyn says. “It's strange. Wolves live in packs.”

“Well, this explains the aggression.” You try to joke, but you sound more anxious than before. “I fell into the river today because of it.”

Vi cackles and you want to punch her. 

“So I'm angry. This is why I want to spar.”

“I think it is not wise for you to spar with Vi when your magic is unstable. I much prefer my starlight healthy and happy.”

Vi is clearly embarrassed by being called starlight - as always - but Caitlyn's loving look stops her from complaining and you from teasing. Elves are infinite and their love is too big and encompassing for mortals, however long they can live (Vi has another 500 years ahead of her, you think), and it's too much sometimes. 

“Have you been meditating like I showed you before?”

You feel stupid. 

“No.” You sound embarrassed, as you should be, but again - your anger management is still work in progress. 

“Well then. Let us go to the garden and I will guide you through it. Then you can spar with Vi, if you still wish to.”

You nod and follow Caitlyn. 

It's dark when Abby wakes up, and she feels better. The food and sleep helped her recover, and now she can finally change into human form to treat the rest of her wounds. 

The problem is, she doesn't have any supplies, since you took all of the moon peppers. So she will have to find something that will help her before she returns to her human form. 

For a brief moment she considers talking to you, since you are too weak to be a threat, when she gets better, but then she remembers you standing next to her blood stains near the den and the consideration is forgotten. 

So Abby cautiously shows her nose out of her den and takes a long sniff. Thankfully there is no one around who can hurt her, so Abby gets to her feet and goes for her search. 

Her wolf nose is more sensitive and she can smell more plants and animals around her than when she is a human, and it takes her less time to get to a comfrey bush. It's not in bloom, but Abby can still use it on her injuries to help with some of them that still bleed. 

Abby takes a breath and turns into her human form. She stands on her fours, shaking and grunting as the new level of pain washes over her body, but it slowly subsides. Abby is breathing deeply through it until her head stops spinning and the shaking goes away. Then she is able to sit down and check herself. 

Abby slowly raises her shirt up and winces in pain. Her right side has three deep long scratches that have been closing but not fully, so her shirt is soaked in blood, but that is what comfrey can help with. Her left thigh and calf have seen better days, and the hole from the claws stings painfully when Abby tries to move. It might be infected already, and this thought terrifies Abby. She thinks about going into the village to see their healer, but she might give herself away, so she will have to deal with it herself. 

Abby slowly breaks a few stems and starts turning them into mush - it would have been easier if she actually had a mortar, but alas, she has to adapt to her current situation, so she just kneads the stems in her hands until it's as gooey as it could get. Then she applies it to her side and moans in pain. 

“Fuck.” Abby whispers, but the mush helps immediately: her werewolf healing is way faster than anyone's in the world and her wounds finally close for good. It doesn't mean it's healed fully, but at least Abby stopped losing blood and avoided infections. 

Abby smells her former packmates one second, and the next second she is back into her wolf form. They're surrounding her from every direction and Abby tries her best not to panic, but somewhere deep in herself she knows she is not going to make it this time. There are obviously more wolves than before, hell, did Isaac bring the whole pack just to end her?

Abby hears growling from behind and turns around to face her threat, but the blow comes from the side, and Abby falls. She expects them to immediately go for her throat, but the wolves step away, clearly waiting for her to get up. 

Oh, so this is going to be a whole humiliation party, Abby thinks, but stands up anyway. They want to make an example of her - well, she is not going to let it happen. If Abby is going down, someone will go down with her. 

Abby narrows her eyes and tries to pick up Isaac’s scent and attack him, but he is nowhere to be found. Abby then moves to her closest target and attacks the wolf, going straight for their neck - it's a weaker one and Abby is sure she is going to kill it, but they're quick and Abby misses, falls on her feet again.

Someone jumps on top of her and bites into her shoulder, but Abby throws them off and leaves a nasty bite on their stomach - even if they escape, they will die on their way home. That brings her some satisfaction, but it's short-lived: another wolf jumps and bites her scruff. It hurts, but Abby throws them off again.

Then they're relentless: she throws off one wolf and another attacks her. Abby is getting exhausted and it's hard to get up now, but she still does. Her hind legs are shaking and her just closed wounds are open, but she snarls at her previous packmates, not giving up. 

Abby is happy she doesn't pick up Manny's scent among them. 

Suddenly wolves stop and step away, and Abby smells Isaac. Fucking coward waited until his wolves tired Abby out so he would stand a chance against her. He'd never win in an alpha on alpha fight, and everyone knows it. It makes him look pathetic and Abby knows wolves can smell her contempt and feel how Isaac's presence triggers her alpha’s pheromones. Some wolves whine, scared of her even when Abby is so weak she takes two tries to stand up, and Abby's smells like boasting. 

Isaac growls and shows off his own pheromones, but Abby overpowers him by a mile, which in return pisses him off and he lunges at Abby. 

They clash and Abby puts all her strength into most fatal attacks, clawing at his most vulnerable spots, but Isaac gets away from her.

Abby is panting and shaking, she is getting dizzy as her body starts to give up, and Isaac feels it. He lunges again with more force and keeps biting and clawing, waiting for Abby to slip up. 

And Abby slips up. 

Fangs sink into her throat and Abby whines as a piece of meat gets ripped out of her. She can't breathe, she is choking on her own blood as everything starts to fade away. 

Her former pack leaves only when all of them are sure Abby is dead and her heartbeat can't be heard and her scent can't be smelled. 

Isaac huffs in triumph at Abby's lifeless body and leads his pack out of the woods.

“So, do you still wish to spar with Vi?” Caitlyn asks after you finished your meditation. It's not the most comfortable experience and you'd really like to have some hot tea now, but you feel calmer and the flow of magic in your body is more stable. 

“No. Thank you, Caitlyn.”

The elf smiles gently and leads you back to the kitchen where Vi is already sipping your tincture. 

“You can't be left alone, can you?” Caitlyn sighs lovingly and Vi grins. 

“Try it. It's great. Not to your posh elven standards, your majesty, but you will like it anyway.”

Caitlyn huffs, embarrassed, and lightly slaps Vi's bicep. She just chuckles, catches her hand and leaves a gentle kiss on her palm. 

“You're adorable.” You coo and Caitlyn smiles at you. “I think I'll be going now. The forest wasn't happy with me.”

“Just like that?” Vi complains. “Next time bring two bottles.”

You laugh and leave after saying your goodbyes to the odd couple. 

It's dark outside now, and you come back to the forest with a lighter heart than before. The forest is silent, but you don't feel any anger towards yourself, so you're a little puzzled. 

And then your path suddenly makes a wrong turn. You don't question it and just follow wherever the forest leads you: it happens from time to time and you're always happy to help, especially now, when you're in such a good mood. You get suspicious when you recognise the path leading to Sevika’s den, but then it takes a different turn and you calm down. This is the way to comfrey and you walk confidently since it's familiar.

You reach the bushes and then you see blood on the ground. Oh, this is not good.

You follow the blood and you see the big shadow of the wolf on the ground. You flinch, scared it will attack you again, but it doesn't make a sound and it doesn't move. You come closer and now you can see it’s covered in blood and its back doesn't rise like it's supposed to if it was breathing.

“Fuck." You whisper. "Hey!” You call, but the wolf doesn't react. 

You make a few steps closer and then you run to the wolf when you exactly how much blood is there. There's a giant hole where its throat is supposed to be and you feel the cold dread crawl on your back. 

“Fuck. Fuck! What do you want me to do?” You ask the forest angrily. “I'm not powerful enough, I can't do shit!” You're on the verge of tears: yes, the wolf is annoying and scary, but it doesn't deserve to die! 

The woods respond with a gentle warm breeze and you take a deep breath as your fingers grip wolf's fur. Okay. Okay, there is an option which you're afraid to use, but it will work. Well, if the forest agrees, of course.

“Give me one of your trees and I'll be able to save the wolf.” You say quietly, knowing you have no right to ask for it, knowing the woods have no reason to trust you or believe you won't become dangerous again, but it is literally the only way. 

You're also afraid and you don't trust yourself, but the wolf is dead and you can save it. You can bring it back to life. You have no idea what happened to the wolf, but it simply doesn't deserve to die. 

You sigh and go around the wolf to the tree behind it. Your hands are shaking but you firmly put them on the bark and gasp: you feel the life energy flow in it, the forest will let you do this. It's so much your breath hitches but you calm yourself and begin to drain the tree.

You hear the rusting of the leaves as they turn into ash and your body gets filled with the life force of the tree. It's exhilarating and you can't help your surprised giggle when you feel your magic grow. Fuck, it's been so long since you felt so powerful and you feel alive.

The half of the tree is gone and you now notice that your hands are glowing. But it's not your hands that are glowing, these are your tattoos and runes. It makes you flinch in terror as memories flow through your head, but you keep going and try not to pay attention to every line and letter and patch that glows through your clothes. You haven't seen them in years and you'd much prefer not to see them ever again, but alas, the power comes with consequences. 

Everything now is covered in ash and you feel like you're going to burst from this amount of life energy in your body, so you quickly come back to the wolf and hold its head between your hands, and then you start pouring the energy into its lifeless body. Your tattoos stop glowing so violently as time passes and you see how the wolf's throat grows back and gets covered in fur. The wolf finally exhales loudly and inhales again, and you feel its heart restart. 

You sigh, relieved, and sit down, still holding the wolf's head and putting more energy into it, but now you're calm: the wolf breathes and gets warmer with every second. 

You murmur a spell that will let you continue giving the energy to the wolf and then you cast another one that makes the wolf float and follow you to the hut. 

You notice the blood on your hands and take a shaky breath as an ancient temptation gets the hold of you: you can put this wolf in debt, you can make it leave you alone (which is a not a fair price, but you have priorities), you can do whatever you want since you have its blood. 

You swallow sickly and shake your head to calm down. 

When you get to your hut you're not sure where to place the wolf: it will take a night and a day to finish healing, but the moment the wolf wakes up it will try to kill you, so you need to do something. It's not your greatest idea, but you really have no other option except to leave it outside and risk the wolf running away and breaking the bond. So you go to your stillroom, put all the protective spells you know on everything so the wolf won't trash the place, and summon some furs so the wolf won't be lying on the cold floor. You stand there for a second and cast restraints on the wolf - again, stupid idea, but it's for your own safety. Tomorrow, when the wolf wakes up you'll explain everything and release it, of course, but if you want a chance on said explain, the wolf should be restrained. 

When you go to bed you become aware of just how much energy will stay in your body after this, and it makes your heart sink. 

You only hope it won't drive you mad.

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for the 500 prompts: geralt/jaskier + body swap? i was thinking geralt/eskel swap bodies and jaskier doesnt know so he says something embarrassing to eskel about geralt (who is really geralt). hope that makes sense xD feel free to change it up any way or add eskel to the ship <3 thank you i love your posts!!! -flutejoy

@flutejoy - tumblr won't let me tag you, but like. A year later, I come bearing a fic. Hope it crosses your dash someday 😂

No real CWs. Geraskier, >2k

It really wasn’t all that different being Geralt, Eskel thought, turning his face this way and that as he studied himself in the mirror. Geralt was a touch taller, his hair much longer, and his bulk was more hard muscle than soft, but despite the extra round of mutagens he really wasn’t that different.

His hearing was a bit better. Eskel had always thought that Geralt would have had better night vision, but he’d been wrong about that. Stretching, he turned away from the mirror, wondering if Geralt was having any luck hunting down his witch to switch them back.

A witch was the reason they were like this to begin with. Eskel gathered Geralt’s swords and strapped them to his back, finding it much easier to do when he wasn’t as thick (though he noted Geralt’s body got colder at night than his did). The witch had thought to confuse them, give herself enough time to escape when they’d raided her hut, but it hadn’t been enough in the end. Though they’d been a bit off balance, she still hadn’t been a match for them.

It had been a few nights since then, and for the most part they’d gotten used to it. Some things had been a bit awkward at first but they’d gotten over it out of necessity, growling and grumbling but accepting that this was their lot in life for a while.

Yennefer would fix it, Geralt had been certain of it. Though Eskel had no great love for her and had no desire to help find her. Last time he’d met her, she’d been throwing furniture out the window at Kaer Morhen. He’d thought it best to stay clear of her and hope Geralt could find her himself.

It was a bit dreary outside that afternoon. Eskel threw on Geralt’s cloak to shield himself from the rain, staring up at the grey clouds when he stepped outside. Grateful that he managed to stay warm under most any weather conditions, he set off down the street, deciding a drink and some food would do him good.

There was a bit of a crowd at the local tavern. Music drifted through the cracks in the door and windows, a few drunk stragglers leaning against the outside walls and just out of the rain. Eskel didn’t look at them but felt their eyes on him, making sure to keep his expression cooled to give them no reason to give him trouble.

He would have no trouble taking them out if he needed to, but that made the world all the harder for witchers. It was better to let them be and hope they did the same to him in turn. 

The noise and smells rushed over him when he opened the tavern door. Music, a lute and a lovely baritone voice, but loud laughter and chatter joined it. Stew and bread, not fresh but not spoiled either. He closed his eyes for a second and forced himself to get used to it all fast. Then he closed the door behind him.

It was good luck that the barkeep didn’t give him any trouble. The look he gave him was more wary than anything else, not sure whether to trust the stranger or not. Out of habit, Eskel touched his face and looked away, but his fingers only found stubble on his cheeks.

He wasn’t himself anymore. It was his hair and eyes that gave him away. That and the two swords.

Ale on its way and a bowl of stew in front of him, Eskel tuned the tavern out as he settled into a table in the corner. He kept the music to his side, facing the door so he could keep the clearest route to the exit in mind as he ate. A few times he glanced over at the bard that was performing - and it certainly was a performance: his gestures wide, his voice loud and clear, his smile wicked as he worked the crowd up around him.

While Eskel watched him, the bard stepped up onto a table, the crowd roaring. Eskel didn’t know a lot of bards (he knew of Geralt’s bard, of course, though he’d never met him) but this one must have made a name for himself, for everyone there seemed to know him. The man bowed with a sweep of his arm, hat clutched in his hand - and when he looked up he caught Eskel’s eyes.

Eskel couldn’t look away, and for a second it felt like he couldn’t breathe. It felt like that man was staring into his soul. And then he broke eye contact and looked away, and Eskel could breathe again.

“Thank you, thank you!” The man bowed again and hopped off the table, his cheeks red from working himself, sweat glistening on his forehead. “Alas, I must retire for the evening, but fear not! This won’t be my last performance!”

Being a bard was good business, Eskel noted, only watching the bard out of the corner of his eye then. The crowd cheered and gave him enough coin to cover a room, a bath, and probably several meals if the bard was good at budgeting. And the man took it all with grace, thanking everyone who paid him, and made his way through the tavern with a flirty grin on his face for almost everyone he passed.

Dangerous to throw it at everyone, but bards weren’t exactly known for keeping it to themselves. Eskel drank his ale and decided he wouldn’t stay long. With the crowd less distracted, they were more likely to turn to other forms of entertainment. 

Though the bard didn’t seem to be done making his rounds around the place. Eskel did his best to not actively watch him but it was difficult when he was getting closer. Slowly working his way through the crowd, stopping to call a few by name, to touch a few shoulders, to whisper a few words here and there. Eskel rolled his eyes and rolled his right shoulder - was it always this stiff? Must have been from an old wound. He’d have to check for knots later and work them out once he was himself again.

“You really do just have a special way of brooding.”

Eskel blinked up at the bard, who was leaning against a wooden beam near his table. There was a knowing glint in his eyes, a twitch of a smile on his lips, and for a moment Eskel wondered if they knew each other.

But he hadn’t really been introduced to any bards. Maybe the bard just liked talking to everyone, witchers included. So all Eskel did was shrug, and wince when it pulled the tight muscles in his shoulder - he really needed to work that out later.

“Didn’t expect to see you until Oxenfurt.” The bard didn’t take Eskel’s silence personally, helping himself to a seat right next to him as he plopped down with a sigh, a rather cute pout on his lips as he looked over at Eskel. “For the best, really. Turns out Valdo is teaching there at the moment, and I’d rather not have to deal with him. Do you still need to meet Triss there?”

Eskel blinked, and cocked his head. Triss in Oxenfurt - ah fuck, he shook his head before tipping his ale back and draining the last of it.

This must be Geralt’s bard. Jaskier. He looked at Eskel and saw Geralt. 

Would it be better to explain, or just pretend like nothing was wrong? Eskel wasn’t sure, and Geralt wasn’t there to tell him which would be easier either. 

“It’s settled then!” Jaskier grinned, reaching over to squeeze Eskel’s arm, and Eskel wasn’t sure whether Geralt would have allowed that or not so he just didn’t move. What was Geralt’s relationship to his bard? “We could go to Toussaint instead. I’d love to see the vineyards, and you deserve a rest, love.”

Love?

Eskel shook his head, and scowled because he knew Geralt would have. “It’s not near winter yet.”

“Yes, yes, and ‘a witcher’s job is never done, Jaskier’,” Jaskier lowered his voice in a mimic of Geralt’s, scowling for dramatic effect. “‘We can’t relax, Jaskier. We can’t have fun, Jaskier. Think of the children, Jaskier’.”

“I don’t sound like that” - except Eskel had to bite back a laugh, thinking that grousing sounded pretty spot on.

“You do and you know you do.” Jaskier sniffed delicately, and then took Eskel’s ale to drink some of it. Eskel could only blink as it happened - he did it without any sort of hesitation. “And despite how much you love to work yourself to the bone, you deserve to relax. Honestly, do you think you’ll be of any use to anyone if you collapse again?”

Geralt had collapsed? That was certainly news to him. Eskel made a face and took his ale back, draining the last of it so the bard couldn’t steal anymore.

“That’s what I thought.” Scooting his chair closer, Jaskier leaned on Eskel, resting his head against his shoulder - did Geralt really let the bard get this close to him? “A few extra months won’t mean the end of the world, but it will mean you’ll have a better start next year. Better rested, more strength to fight off all the baddies. And you’ll be able to better help your brothers that way.”

Eskel hummed, and refused to look at the bard even when he was giving him doe eyes. 

“I’d very much like to meet them.” 

That got him to look. Jaskier was smiling up at him, his arms wrapped around Eskel’s, his cheeks flushed from alcohol. He was certainly a pretty picture all snuggled up to him like that. Something told Eskel that Geralt would have thought so, too.

“You’ve already met my family, it only seems fair.” That sweet smile turned a little sharper, mischief coloring Jaskier’s eyes. “Maybe it can be my turn to drunkenly go on about how pretty your eyes are.”

Met his family? Drunken ranting? Eskel was being thrown for a loop, and desperately needed an explanation - especially for that last part. He tore a chunk of bread loose to toss in his stew, trying his best to not grin wickedly himself.

Apparently, Jaskier and Geralt were closer than Geralt had been letting on. And apparently that meant Jaskier had stories to share.

“Don’t recall ever ranting about your eyes, bard.” The little verbal nudge made Jaskier’s grin turn all the more wicked, and Eskel couldn’t wait to continue nudging information out of him.

Geralt had a boyfriend, and that boyfriend was going to give Eskel enough ammunition to embarrass his brother for the rest of their lives. And with that considered, Eskel thought it wasn’t all that bad being Geralt for a few days.

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[lovecanbesostrange]

ouattober2023 Day 6: Fav Rarepair

Red Warrior (aka Mulan Rouge, fandom, it was right there, come on)

The gif speaks for itself already, Do I need to say more? No. Will I? Absolutely.

Back in S2 I was very happy. I had Sleeping Warrior to ship and also Red Beauty. Two good ships. But over the years there was the question "what if Mulan and Ruby ever met?". It seemed like a fun constellation. The honorable warrior, serious, focused, happily doing her duty. And the werewolf waitress who effortlessly talks to people, who can be mean if need be (and the full moon is out). Imagine Ruby showing Mulan around Storybrooke. She'd have her start her own gym so fast. (After being teased for so long, somebody should have taken Mulan to Storybrooke and let her watch a film already.)

I watched S5 spoiler free. No promos. It's fun. But there is always the guest cast list and seeing the names Jamie Chung and Meghan Ory when The Bear King started? EXCITEMENT! I was then mesmerized by the Mulan&Merida scenes, I almost forgot I was waiting to see Ruby again. And oh boy, THE WOLF! Once again foiled with magic, but that was okay. When Mulan arrives at the Witch's Hut next? A different kind of magic happening indeed...

Meet Cute noun; (in a film or television programme) an amusing or charming first encounter between two characters that leads to the development of a romantic relationship between them.

Yep, I'd say Mulan almost getting attacked saying "you're not a wolf" with a big smile "you just need a little help remembering who you are", then splashing that potion to reveal Ruby, now sorta sitting above her? Perfect meet cute you can talk about for ages. It calls back a pivotal point from Mulan's past and we get to see a mostly decent CGI wolf (in broad daylight). Especially because we know that Red has killed people before and it's so unclear how much control she has, what exactly the Witch has done to her, ending it with her all smiling as well, is great. Of course I have to cry about "My name's Ruby. My friends call me Red." (Sorry, Mulan should have called her Red later on, to hammer that home.)

Mulan has hearteyes from the get-go, Ruby sits there panting. Frame this and put it in a museum. A clashing meeting that is definitely cute. I mean, there's a sword and fur involved.

It's funny how Mulan forgets to even introduce herself and Ruby has to ask her name later on (because suddenly it's night, how long did they sit like that?). And for somebody who likes to overanalyze it's hilarious how they do manage that Mulan mentions Aurora - with the sad music swelling in the background, to remind us all how their last meeting went - and then we cut to Ruby saying goodbye to Snow. In my mind a good reason this pairing works is, that they can get drunk together and lament how terribly in love they both once were with a princess. It's a fun thing to bond over.

Mulan is clearly the rare holder of the braincell, she also brings in a lot of training, so a good fighting form. Ruby is the muscle, but especially for the EF she has a special kind of wit thanks to the curse!persona. The Bear King allowed us to see a darker side of Mulan, hitting rock bottom, being selfish and looking for a fight.So Ruby is a great person to have her enjoy life and find a balance between duty and fun. This is kinda the promise at the end of the ep, finding a path for Mulan, while Ruby searches werewolves.

Obligatory Doylian rant: Red Warrior was the plan. Whatever you wanna say about the writers, they knew this episode was a romantic set-up. There was a cryptic tweet, some drama and so it's all speculative, but I have made my peace that this came down to studio interference. The live action Mulan film was in the works already, it was coming, Mulan is an official big Disney princess and even though everybody with a bit of media literacy understood that Mulan was very much in love with Aurora, there was this plausible deniability and she wasn't like... that gay. Oh no. And this is why Dorothy got squeezed in, Mulan left with nothing. Clearly not what was promised to Jamie Chung. I have no proof, but it is the best explanation how we went from The Bear King to Ruby Slippers (zero hate for that episode or the Red Kansas ship!!).

I want to know what kind of adventures they had together. How did they go about this search? Any rumors about wolves? The maddening thing is how they managed to end up in Oz at all. I know there's a mysterious BTS pic for the ep. But nevermind, what we do get in the beginning is a duo with a routine, complete with a badass back-to-back protective stance. I always pictured them together in Storybrooke, Ruby showing Mulan around. But I guess what I needed was them out in the woods alone, traveling realms and kicking ass (I'm a simple girl, with simple needs).

Two wonderful interactions at the end of TBK are when the Witch arrives at the coronation. Ruby is ready to go on the offense, but Mulan holds her back. Just a few frames, but it's perfect. And then there's their little banter Ruby: "I might not be the best person to ask for dating advice. I kind of ate the only boyfriend I've ever had." Mulan: "Yes, that disqualifies you." [...] Ruby: "It's better than wallowing in self-pity." Mulan: "I don't wallow!"

THEY ARE ALREADY PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER! Endless teasing and running head first into enemies (don't worry, Mulan has a plan; Ruby dramatically takes off her cloak... sometimes even when there is no wolf moon, just to distract enemies).

[yudkowsky]

Don’t get me wrong, I liked Scholomance.

But I also want the story that I thought I was getting in the first half of A Deadly Education, the story of El Higgins, a witch with vast dark powers and prophesied to rise to a dread fate, who is kind of acerbic about the whole thing and never asked to be dark.

I want to watch the Disney movie of it.

I want to watch the story of Disney Princess El, who was born to a renowned Light sorceress and healer, who is growing up as a witch with vast dark powers, whose spells come out dark and evil-looking even if she tries to make them nice, and there's a prophecy that all in two kingdoms will fear El's name.

The movie opens with El singing about her dark powers and the prophecy and how annoying they are, and how she loses her magic if she doesn't dress in black, and she doesn't even want her name to be feared, wouldn't it be nice to be nice; as El goes around in a nearby town committing scary and evil-looking acts of helpfulness, like using an enormous fire-lance to blow up an chunk of roof that was about to fall on somebody, or summoning purple-glowing chains to drag a child's kitten out of a tree; and after El helps people, they run away.  Or they offer her a cupcake while saying 'please don't kill me', which El sighs and takes and eats, right after the part of her introductory song about how nobody's ever grateful when she tries to help.

Eventually, Disney Princess El goes back to the hut slash tiny dark castle she built in the woods after moving away from her mother, which of course is very scary-looking and has a tiny local permanent stormcloud over it.  El enters bearing some cheerful bright flowers that she plucked nearby, puts them into a dark spiky vase, and sits down at her table with a sigh.

The camera viewpoint then shifts to Disney Princess Chloe, who's dressed all in white, singing about how nice it is to be nice, her song summoning small woodland creatures to hold up her dress as she walks through the woods (with a tiny stormcloud visible in the distance, in the direction of her travel).  Chloe is followed by her Disney-Princess pet, an adorable talking rabbit-like creature with big floppy white ears.

Viewpoint shifts back to El, who tries to sing the same cheerful song about helpers, requesting that they clean her cottage, and then El lets her head drop in exhaustion to her desk, as she gets a portal to Hell with cheerful devils who go around cleaning her house and also carefully darkening any spots of white that turn up, and making sure that the flowers El placed in a vase get turned to evil flowers with auras of flame.

But when Chloe approaches and calls for the witch of these woods, "my kingdom needs your aid!", El makes a much more serious effort to get her cottage cleaned up - somebody's actually looking for her help, who doesn't know she's evil!  After some increasingly futile efforts to sing spells of niceness and prettiness, as Chloe gets closer and closer, El finally gives up and sings a much darker song about diabolical illusions meant to deceive heroes, so that her cottage looks friendly when Chloe finally arrives.  Though it still has the permanent stormcloud over it, which sends down a tiny lightning bolt.

The story's central plot is now introduced:  Chloe is seeking aid in her quest to prevent her kingdom from being invaded by a neighboring kingdom, and she'd heard that a powerful and nice sorceress had moved into the woods nearby (in a disputed territory claimed by both kingdoms, in fact) so Chloe went to beg aid of her.

Then for the movie's main plot, they go around trying to unravel and avert the two kingdoms from going to war over how each kingdom allegedly kidnapped the crown prince / crown princess of the other, because each kingdom lays claim to one queen who gave birth to both the prince and the princess, finding increasingly tangled and ridiculous further causes for the conflict.

Or rather, the movie's main content is about El's frantic attempts to cover up her real powers so she can go on looking kindly and innocent in front of Chloe, and then the standard stalwart hero introduced shortly after, Orion.  The evil baron's guards capture El.  The guard captain recognizes her as the prophesied Dark Lady (since evil is all one big happy family).  El hisses at the guards they had damned well better keep her in the prison cells and act like they're imprisoning her so that her friends don't get suspicious when they storm in to rescue her; as Orion does, the guards assiduously falling over as soon as Orion whaps them.

El is also annoyed with the apparent romance developing between Chloe and Orion because she doesn't think Orion is good enough for Chloe and vice versa, but despite several temptations El avoids spiking their relationship through deception or trickery.  They're joined by further companion Aadhya.  El makes several attempts to get either Chloe or Orion together with Aadhya, all of which fail.

In the movie's finale, it's revealed that Chloe and Orion are the princess and prince of the two kingdoms, and that what El thought was their romance was actually just sibling affection, the two being icked out and asking why El even thought that.  "I said right when we met that I needed aid for my kingdom!" Chloe protests, and El replies "I thought you meant you lived there!"  Chloe has never been under the impression that El wasn't the dark witch from the prophecy, she just knows that dark isn't the same as evil and people don't always have good reasons to fear a name.  Orion is caught completely flatfooted.  Chloe's disney-princess pet is revealed to be the actual evil mastermind of the story, a demon king that El accidentally summoned when she was little.

Also El has gotten completely fed up with the two kingdoms insisting that they go to war with each other; and has, over the course of the whole story, become more accepting of her powers' dark style and realizing that you can use scary powers to do nice things.  El cows both armies with a show of supreme power and proclaims herself Dark Empress of both kingdoms.

In the denouement, the kingdoms try to marry Chloe and Orion to El, but El refuses and marries Aadhya instead.  They're both girls, but children won't be a problem: El accidentally accepted thirteen pacts from various people who now owe her their firstborns, back when El was too young to properly understand what she was doing.

- The End -