#They make great witches cats
How to care for your John Tracy
So, you want to get a John?
Before deciding that a John Tracy is the one for you, you must first realise that they take a lot of specialist care, time and attention that you must be willing to put in if you wish to get the best out of your John.
When taking on a John Tracy one must approach as you would a feral cat, making no sudden movements, do not attempt to touch or grab on first meeting. Allow him to size you up, get used to your presence and approach in his own time and at his own pace.
This could take minutes, hours, days, weeks or longer, there is no set time frame in getting a John to trust you, it varies from person to person. You must be prepared for setbacks and times when it might seem like an impossible task. They require regular reinforcement of their socialising, lots of praise and quiet support.
If you do not have the time, patience or love to devote to your John then we suggest you consider adopting a different breed of Tracy, they are many and varied. For a readily sociable one we suggest you try a Scott or a Gordon, both of which are friendly from the offset and easily tamed with the offer of food.
If a quieter Tracy is still needed but one that is less skittish than the John breed then maybe a Virgil is better suited to your situation. Or if you want one you can play with a lot, then an Alan would be perfect for you. A Tracy is a lifetime commitment so take your time in choosing the right one for you.
If you do decided that the John is still for you then you will find that all the time and effort you put in is incredibly rewarding. Once you have proved yourself to a John you will find that it will go from a hissing, trembling, retreating ball of anxiety to a purring, snuggling pussy cat that is happy to cuddle for as long as you wish and is, in general, a pretty laid back, chilled addition to your life and household.
Contrary to popular belief a John Tracy is not an antisocial being, this is misinformation that has been circulated due to their quiet nature and contentment in their own company. A John Tracy is by nature actually an asocial introvert (see below pictures).
Once your John Tracy is used to you and has adapted to your ways he will be the most loving, wonderful, affectionate, caring, engaging, sweet, adorable, funny and friendly creature in the world. When he is allowed to do so on his terms in a way that makes him feel safe and secure, of course.
A John Tracy does not hate people or dislike interacting with them, he simply does not do well in crowds and social situations in which he is not prepared or comfortable. Then he may feel overwhelmed and react in a way that society sees as negatively, although for a John social anxiety is perfectly normal and acceptable and should be treated as such. A John is perfect as he is.
Your John Tracy requires a safe and secure place that he can retreat to when feeling overwhelmed or over stimulated, but on the whole, if allowed to come out of his shell and interact without being pushed, forced or tricked he will be perfectly content. John's need positive reinforcement, kind words and to be made to feel secure and loved from the start, this is the only way to bond with one.
A John Tracy is a devoted, loyal and loving creature that is known to mate for life, as do most other breeds of Tracy. A Tracy is a delightful companion that you will not be able to live without once you have one.
Unfortunately, many people will just not work out with a John Tracy, the very reason that so many varieties of this breed are left abandoned in space stations around earth's orbit.
Many see them as hard to socialise and grow impatient with their John, wanting him to act a certain way in a certain length of time, none of which is conducive to a happy and healthy John.
This is often seen as a fatal flaw in the John breed of Tracy, but many John enthusiasts insist that that is part of their attraction. The introverted tendencies of the John is in no way a flaw, it is part of what makes this particular breed of Tracy so special and so desirable to the right person.
John's make very good companions and they are well worth the additional effort that you will have to put in.
John's are not demanding in the food department and you will have to be prepared to offer food at regular intervals as they hardly ever seek it out for themselves.
Your John will try to exist on a diet of bagels and cheeseburgers but this is not good for them and, as much as they may protest or go on hunger strikes, you must continue to offer them a variety of options in your quest to ensure they eat enough to survive.
The same rules apply to keeping them hydrated, they will naturally gravitate towards coffee and occasionally water but they need to include fruit juices, herbal teas and the occasional meal replacement if they have been in a particularly stubborn mood, which they are regularly inclined to slip into.
Nothing is more stubborn than a Tracy breed and the John is one of the worst.
Your John will take care of itself in the exercise department although, once bonded to their person, a John will often try to entice you, or can be easily tempted itself, into playtime and physical activity.
When left to its own devices a John Tracy will spend many hours running, either outside in nature or indoors on an exercise ring. This helps to keep them healthy and fit for their jobs, for all Tracys are working creatures, all highly trained in their fields.
A John will also enjoy playing in water, such as swimming or diving and some extreme sports if it sparks his interest as John's are very athletic and flexible.
John's not only require physical exercise but mental agility training too. They have a very active, inquisitive and engaging brain and enjoy problem solving, organisation and stimulating intellectual conversations.
John's like to work with their hands and are very good with computers and AI's but be warned, they are also very good at hacking and you will have very little privacy with a John in your life.
You John will require extensive housing to stay happy and content. He will require not only the run of your house with the ability to explore every single inch of your property but also his own specialist housing.
John's require a lot of space, both in the social way, the physical way and the outer space way. Do not deprive him of these essentials.
He will require access to both indoor and outdoor housing of the tropical island variety as well as his own space station.
Now this might seem excessive but it is a necessary part of having a John. John Tracys require extended periods of time in Zero-Gravity in order to both thrive but also stay calm and in control. John's like to feel weightless and to indulge whenever the urge takes them so you will have to be prepared to spend large amounts of time without your John in attendance.
John's prefer quieter surroundings to noise and will often take themselves off to hide if they are over stimulated and surrounded by other noisy Tracy breeds. You cannot stop this, it is part of the John's nature and you have to accept this if you wish to have one of your own. Attempting to force a John into socialising when he does not wish to is an unpleasant, cruel and unfair action and should never be undertaken if there is any other option.
John's also require a number of soft surfaces on which to stretch out, relax and be quiet. John's seem to require very little sleep and are very active both in body and mind for long periods before they crash out completely and need time to re energise themselves.
John's come in a variety of Ginger and Blond colours and are on the taller end of the Tracy spectrum. Long, lean and sleekly muscled the John is a beautiful specimen of Tracy breeding and very pleasing to look at.
Their hair is of the softest quality and, when a John is relaxed and content in your presence, they often enjoy it being stroked and petted, this pleases them and helps them to stay calm and sleepy.
John's have arguably the prettiest eyes of any Tracy breed, although lovers of the Scott, Virgil, Gordon or Alan breeds will beg to differ saying that blues and browns are nicer.
John's sometimes have a questionable dress sense when allowed to please themselves but their standard blue is figure forming and pleasing to behold.
Petting and affection:
John's can be extremely affectionate when they feel comfortable with someone. It just takes them a long time to get there.
John's do not like sudden movements or to be grabbed or forced into affection by someone they do not know well and are not already comfortable with. Unexpected affection from someone that is not one of their chosen people will cause them to freeze like a fainting goat and adopt the tactic of play dead until the threat goes away.
But when a John is comfortable it very much enjoys attention, affection and love.
As mentioned above, John's are an introverted breed of Tracy and allowances have to be made for them. They do not respond well to being forced out of their comfort zones or into interacting when they do not want to.
When a John wishes to interact they will be friendly, approachable and funny. They will happily join in with family activities and events but be aware that they may require additional quiet time after to recharge. This is just the way of the John.
Additional tips and information :
-Respect your John's boundaries. They will make it clear with body language if they are comfortable or not even if they do not verbalise it.
-John's are sensitive and they will respond with sarcasm when they feel threatened or attacked.
-John's cannot be forced into anything they don't want to do. They cannot be moved if they don't want to move. They cannot be tricked or cajoled, they are too smart, give up now.
-John's love their family more than anything and are fiercely protective of them. Never get in between a John and another Tracy breed. You will come off worse.
-John's have a death stare that might actually kill you. You have been warned.
-John's are generally very sensible, until it comes to a challenge between other Tracys, they are extremely competitive creatures and nothing will stop them.
-John's are logical and organised.
-John's do not respond well to blackmail, trickery, deception or engineered situations.
-A John is perfect as it is, never try to change it or force it to be something that it isn't.
-Being socially avoidant is only one part of his personality and it's only when you take the time to get to know him that you will see the rest.
All in all, we can highly recommend bringing a Tracy into your life, they are wonderful creatures and well worth your time and energy. Just think carefully before you choose a John as they require the most love, patience and attention.
(John pic curtesy of @misssquidtracy)
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-Rivals- Hermione Granger x Female Reader
Kody: I’m using the owls grading system for the story so if that’s not right, sue me i guess idk.
Movie/Show: Harry Potter, ignoring the storyline
House/Year: Ravenclaw / 7th year
Request: Can I request a bold ravenclaw reader (her attitude almost could pass as a slytherin ngl) she's been Hermione's rival when it comes to grades and they DON'T get along very well. Reader is the opposite of mione's reserved personality. But rivals don't kiss and make out with each other secretly in the lavatory 😭 pls enemies to lovers (with some tension;) ykyk and then one day, they walk the great hall hand in hand and everyone is like don't they find each other insufferable?
Possible Triggers/Warnings: if you don’t like lesbians get the hell off my page, sexual tension, enemies to lovers trope, cursing
love came unexpectedly at times, you learned that at young age from fairy tales and such. Well all kids did, but kids eventually grew up and came to the realization that fairy tales were exactly what they were, fairy tales. Fiction. Not real.
people could call you cold hearted or rude, but you would describe yourself as blunt or brutally honest. Never afraid to speak your mind or point out injustice when you saw fit. To put it simpler terms, professors at Hogwarts preferred you didn’t speak at times.
“Your too outspoken Ms. L/n”
“Stick to your academics Ms. L/n”
“You wouldn’t be in detention so much so if kept your mouth shut Ms. L/n”
merlin, you were exhausted of hearing your own last name. You guessed the only reason you weren’t reprimanded as worse as the Weasley Twins was because you were one of Hogwarts brightest witches, always excelled in academics, in every subject.
you couldn’t explain it to others even if you tried other then it just came naturally. Your parents, when they were attended Hogwarts were both just as naturally skilled in there studies as you were. So you must have inherited there ‘big brain’ as your mother said many times before.
you were never one to gloat though, it was never your style. You were more humble about what you could accomplish. That was until she got involved. That egoistical, hypocritical, Gryffindor girl. Hermione Granger became the bane of your existence early into your fifth year.
until then Ms. Granger had been the top of all her classes, no one even came close to her intelligence, naming her ‘The Brightest Witch At Hogwarts’ and Hermione wore that title with pride. Being a Muggle born put a target on her head as well as stereotypes.
most students and some staff almost immediately came to the conclusion she wasn’t capable of achieving goals that regular half or pure bloods could. It was a terrible way to think, but it was unfortunately the reality of being involved with the wizarding world.
Hermione was lucky to have friends like she did that cared about her no matter who she was or what she became, but it didn’t stop her need to feel validated in her academics. It was the one thing no one could giver her shit for, because she was the best at it and no one else was.
until that fateful fifth year that was mentioned earlier. It was the time when you finally got your mind and heart into your studie. You blew past most of the student body rather quickly, earning the title of the fastest turn around at Hogwarts.
it was nice
then it wasn’t, for Hermione of course
fifth year / past
“It seems we have two students with an Outstanding this time around” Professor Flitwick spoke as the exams from the previous week had landed neatly onto the wooden desk in front of you. “congratulations Ms. Granger and Ms. L/n”
Hermione’s head perked up like a cat who had heard a bag of hard food shake from the nest room over, eager. She had never heard that name before, it didn’t come as much as an surprise though considering how big Hogwarts was. She leant to the left where Harry Potter sat.
“Who’s L/n? Do you know her?” she asked, casually though Harry knew her better then most. He gave her a half hearted shrug “No clue, try Ron” he suggests. Hermione nods once before leaning over to the right, where the Weasley sat, scowling at his exam.
“Mum’s going to kill me” he muttered, bringing no reaction to Granger’s face. He never studied. “Ron, do you know who this L/n is?” she repeated the question she gave to Harry. Ron turns his head away from the parchment and to Hermione.
his brows furrowed as he searches the corners of his mind for where he had heard the name from, until the visible light bulb popped over his head- well not so visible actually. “Oh um- Y/n L/n. she’s a Ravenclaw, her parents are certified geniuses. They work at the ministry. Department of magical education”
his words did not soothe the wracking thought in the young Granger’s mind. “Certified geniuses?” Hermione echos. “If that’s so how come she’s only getting Outstandings now? she must have cheated somehow” she thought aloud.
“I surely didn’t cheat”
like an owl Hermione’s head turned over her shoulder, her two Gryffindor pals doing the same. In her sight was a girl, her age, in a Ravenclaw robe. She had S/C skin with H/L H/C hair and E/C eyes that were staring back at her. Hermione was almost stunned into silence- keyword being almost.
“the explain the good grade all of the sudden, L/n?”
you looked rather confused. You had never met the girl and she was accusing you of cheating because you had never gotten an Outstanding before? Was this a prank of some sort or fever dream? “I studied for once. You have no right accusing me, i don’t even know you that well”
Harry placed a hand upon Hermione’s shoulder, signaling for her to stop before she caused a scene. Looking back, she should have listened “No right? I have a right to point out people who are just trying to cheat their way through school while people like us actually care about our grades”
what the Gryffindor girl wasn’t expecting was for you to start laughing. Her friend, Cho Chang joining in, finding it just as equally hilarious. Hermione’s face turned just as bright as Ron’s hair. “What is so funny?” you and Cho slowly come to a stop, breathing in and out.
“what’s funny is that your ego is so incredibly large, so much so that it can’t comprehend that someone, not a Gryffindor either was able to match your intelligence. Now shove off ” you said it all with a grin on your face, because you certainly knew you were right.
and from that day, you both despised each other
seventh year / present
and with every exam, every questioned called on by a teacher, you fastly became Hermione’s rival. It was a term Cho used, but you didn’t really see it that way since you weren’t competing with her. You never studied harder to make sure you got the same grade, never tried to sabotage her in any way.
you didn’t care much about it actually
but you did quite enjoy her face, the way her nostrils flared up an her cheeks turned a bright red in anger. It was cute seeing her so mad. Sending er a wink or sly grin when she glared at you became a daily routine as well. When at first you ignored her you now loved annoying her.
never having to say a word was probably your favorite part.
that’s probably when feelings began to mix into it, but you either didn’t notice or refuse to acknowledge them at all. You genuinely thought you hated this girl, so why in the world would you ever think you liked her? Makes sense, right? Were not even going to mention the questioning your sexuality.
“Sit still while i pass out your exams from yesterday. Once you recieve your paper you may get up and leave”
“You think if Snape got laid he wouldn’t be such a prick?” the Slytherin boy spoke, leaning towards you. turning your head ever so slightly, you lock eyes with Draco “Why are you even sitting here?” you whisper back, giving him a mock astonished look.
he rolls his grey eyes, shrugging his shoulders “You never talk to me outside of class anymore” he grumbles. Is he- Is this- What is happening? “That’s because your a little shit and pushed Neville in the hallway yesterday” yeh, you caught his dumbass.
Draco’s eyes widen a bit, not knowing you had been in the hallway during the crime. “You saw that?- what are you his protector?” he says, clearly as an insult, but oh little did he know that you were indeed exactly what he just said and would say it with pride.
“Ms. L/n, Outstanding as usual as well Mr. Malfoy. Good work, the both of you” Snape places the exams in front of each of you, but you were both to busy staring in shock. This bitter, old, mean, crude man just compliment you. Merlin, you had finally gotten fathers approval
(what in the fuck am i writing)
“Is this heaven?” Draco questioned, staring bug eyed forward.
“How do you know?”
“Cormac is here”
“Yeah your right, feelings over” both you and Draco sighed, turning to look at each other before laughing quietly. He was a pretty chill dude sometimes. “What!?” the loud screech filled your ears. All heads turned behind you, so you followed that and saw the one and only Hermione Granger.
she was huffing and puffing. You feared for the stick and straw houses in the world for a moment. Harry quickly stood up and pushed her shoulders down, forcing her back into her seat “I've never gotten an Exceeds Expectations before” Hermione sputters out.
oh this was rich, absolutely hilarious, so much so that Draco had already began to laugh. “Poor Granger, guess you really aren’t the brightest witch” he taunted. Hermione looked up, glaring daggers at the Slytherin. Merlin, he had such a big mouth.
then her brown eyes strayed to you, but you only pursed your lips together, providing her no emotion to work off of. In a haste, she collected her things, leaving the cursed exam on the table nd rushing out the door, both Ron and Harry calling out for her.
standing up, you grab your bag and look down at Draco. His laughter comes to an end and he looks up at you “What?” he asked. You copied his dementor singers from third year, making him look at your hands. You took that time to reach down and flick his forehead.
he pulls away, his palm rubbing his head in circles “Bloody hell, what was that for?!” he exclaimed. What an idiot. “This is why we don’t hang out” you deadpan before finally going to exit the classroom, leaving a grumbling, mumbling Draco. Something about you being ‘mean friend’
only having ten minutes until Charms class you began to search the halls. Merlin where had she run off too? The school wasn’t THAT big- okay maybe it was. You had almost called quits, making a mental note to check up on her during lunch when you passed the restroom.
sniffling and crys were heard. You’ll admit, it kind off hurt to hear. Taking a few steps backwards, you use the palm off your hand to slowly push the door open so it wouldn’t creak like the old shit it was. When it was open just enough for you to fit through, you slip in.
gazing around, you see Hermione bent over the sink, sobbing. You could hear her voice becoming rougher by the second as she destroyed her vocal cords. “Granger?” you say, staying a few feet behind her. Hermione looks up in the mirror, spotting you behind her.
her distraught expression quickly shifted to anger “You” she seethed. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion “Me?” you say back, crossing your arms. “Leave me the hell alone L/n!” she shouts, angry tears flooding down her cheeks. Raising your hands, you offer your surrender.
“Shit, sorry. I was just trying to see if you were okay” you admit. Hermione turns on her heels, facing you directly this time before speaking “Oh so now your my friend, your a bully! All you do is step on my toes and try to make me look like a fool!”
“Are you on fucking drugs Granger? Not once have i ever gone out my way to harm you of any sort. Your the one who is obsessed with trying to be better then me and i never gave a shit. I never wanted to be your rival for three years and i certainly never bullied you!”
the words you spoke went out one of Hermione’s ears and out the other. For someone as smart as her, she could be quite dense when angry “You don’t get to play the saint, L/n! I have spent those three years studying as hard as i can and you don’t even have to try!”
throwing your hands up in the air a crazy person because she was honestly starting to make your brain hurt quite a bit, you laugh loudly “Oh my- no one asked you too! What is so wrong with us being the same?! ” you shouted, finally raising your voice as much as she had.
“Because your not a Muggle! You don’t know what it’s like to have everyone you meet already assume your not worth their time just because your parents aren’t witches or wizards!” she crept towards you and which each step she took you took a step right the fuck back.
this chick wasn’t going to hit you, right?
“I have never judged you for your blood status Granger, i frankly could care less. What i do judge you for is you know, the giant ego thing” you spat back only causing her to gasp in offense “I do not have an ego!” she yells, stepping into your boundaries basically.
you had tried to back up like before, but you were pressed up against a wall at this point. “Yes you do and it’s as big as Hagrid!” you reply. Hermione grabs the collar of your white uniform shirt, pulling you down a bit so her face was inches from yours, trying to intimidate you.
“Take it back!” she threatens. In that moment your eyes scanned her face, noting her almost perfect skin, her brown eyes that looked more hazel up close then far away, and her lips. They looked so soft and inviting. You couldn’t quite understand why you were thinking like this all of the sudden.
but it felt right, so right
in a swift motion you place your lips on Hermione’s. You had thought she’d pull away, but only half a second later her arms were wrapped around your neck, pulling you as close as possible to her. You tangled one of your hands into her light brown wavy mess and the other pushed on the small of her back.
the kiss was messy and sloppy, not amount of anything really could make it appropriate. How did you two go from fighting to almost ripping each others uniforms off? A question no one could really answer but yourself as well Hermione.
it was over as soon as it began with Hermione pulling away, leaning her forehead against yours. You could make out the small smile on her face, it made you smile as well. “That was-” she started to speak, but was stopped by her own laughter.
“Yeah” you breathed out. What had just happened?
four months later
ever since that day you and Hermione would casually meet up in the lavatory to kiss and feel up on each other after, btween, during classes. Anything really. You both had also not interacted at all outside of these visits. Just stayed away from each other as much as possible.
most people thought you two had either made up after three years of rivalry or had decided to no longer interact with each other at all. Little did they know right? Speaking of that, you pull away from Hermione, panting for air “We have divination in three minutes” you spoke.
her face turned to worry instantly making you grin to yourself “Godric, i have to get out of here. Wait a couple minutes” she gathered her belongings and rushed out the restroom not even leaving you with an goodbye kiss. How rude. After about five minutes or so you leave as well
once you get to class you look around the room and spot Hermione already sat with Harry and Ron on one side of the arch like sitting area for the students. “Y/n!” oh not again. Turning your head to the right, you spt the Slytherin boy with his mates.
this guy just doesn’t quit. You plop yourself next to Draco Malfoy “I thought you were going to ignore me again” he admits. Ignoring his statement, you gaze around the people at your table “Where’s Parkinson? If i’m going to be stuck with you gits and Theo i rather it be with her”
Theo cracks a smile while Draco rolls his eyes “She’s sick, stuck in her dorms” he explains. You nod mindlessly and look over at Hermione. She was brushing through her hair with her fingers, trying to make it look like you weren’t tugging on it just minutes ago.
“What’s that on your neck?” Harry asks, moving the top part of Hermione’s robe with his finger, causing her to swat his hand away “It’s just a bug bite” she says with haste. quick thinking, that’s kinda cute. For some odd reason you liked seeing her explain her way out of a hickey that you gave her.
class soon started, but you kept your inventive gaze on her. It was adorable how she would catch you staring and turn a nice shade of red. It brought a smug smile to your face each time. Professor Trelawney had called upon Hermione to ask a question, but she seemed to be too busy avoiding your gaze.
“My dear, Ms. Granger” Trelawney said for maybe the third time until Hermione finally fell back down to reality. She looked at the Professor who gave her a kind smile “Oh um-” the Gryffindor put on a nervous smile, her eyes looking to you. You sent her a wink.
merlin you were such an asshole
Hermione looked at her lap, trying to muster up the words, any words actually. Her savior wore glasses “Hermione isn’t feeling to well. Can Ron and i take her to the hospital wing?” Harry asked. What a buzzkill. Trelawney nods, waving her hand to the direction of the door.
Harry tapped Hermione’s shoulder while Ron grabbed her things and off they went.
a week later
“I have to head to dinner, you should too. I saw that you didn’t eat during lunch” Hermione spoke, buttoning her uniform shirt. You smile, looking into the mirror so you could fix your hair “Watching me Granger?” you ask, turning away from your reflection.
“You know i worry about your health” she said, which only made your smile wider “What is that stupid smile for?’ Hermione questions, an amused laugh in her tone. Shrugging, you lean against the sink counter “Stupid? I thought you liked my quote on quote ‘Goofy smile’”
Hermione shakes her head, grabbing her bag from the floor “I better see you at dinner or i’ll drag you there myself” she said playfully. An idea popped into your mind. “Then drag me” you smirk, tilting your head to the left. Hermione looks at you, shaking her head again. “You know i can’t”
“Why not? It’s been four months. I would like to be your-” you stopped mid sentence. You both had never really gave each other labels before. It was always just the casual make out and flirting, but now you were much more. Fuck it “I would like to be your girlfriend in public”
Hermione’s brow eyes went wide as she heard those words. It becoming a little too real. You saw her conflicted face and immediately felt some sort of shame. Averting your gaze to the ground, you take a deep breath. “Forget i said anything”
“No!- i mean. I’m ready. Plus i’m tired of being distracted by you during class” Hermione lightened the mood just a tad. You look back up at her, cracking a half smile “I’m most likely still going to distract you” you point out, making her chuckle. Cute.
she inhales sharply “Let’s do this” she states confidently, letting out the breath. She reached out, opening her hand for you to grab. In that small gesture, you knew you would be with this woman for as long as you lived. Grabbing her hand, you intertwined your fingers with hers.
hand in hand, you walk into the great hall. Heads turned and pupils dialated at the sight of you and Hermione walking in together. You honestly felt a little self conscious until you saw the bright smile of Cho and Luna as well as Draco who gave you a hidden thumbs up.
both you and Hermione took seat at the Gryffindor table. “So Hermione, how long as this been going on?” Harry asked. Hermione glances at you before her best friend “Four months, one week.” she said, gleaming with pride at her memory.
Harry looked taken aback at the time, but gave you both a smile “Well at least you both are getting along finally” he says, Ron nodding beside “Yeah- getting along” the Weasley jokes. You laugh a bit before leaning over to kiss the temple of Hermione's head.
rivals am i right?
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Mammon: Neko headcanons
I made this a while ago, I just forgot to post it
A witch temporarily cursed Mammon to have the attributes of a cat mentally and physically. Mammon drove her to anger by making excuses instead of just paying her back.
Mammon was now taking refugee in MC's room until the curse wore off. He couldn't bare letting his brother's see him, they'd totally make fun of him! Please protect him 🥺
This would be the most cuddliest you'll ever see Mammon, even more than he already is. He just wants to lay in your arms, if not that then on top of you
Please take the chance to pet your cat boy. He practically melts when you scratch his ears or comb your fingers through his hair. You'll notice definite hints he likes it too like his very obnoxious tail rapidly hitting against your bedsheets
Mammon has also gained some sort of dominance? But in a cat way..? He began rubbing his face, not only on you, but your whole bedroom. He seems so proud and accomplished because of it too. You probably had to look it up, but he's marking you. Think of it as Mammon saying, "Ya belong to the Great Mammon!"
One of the many privileges cats have is to be stubborn jerks and still be loved because how could you be mad at something so adorable? If you ever say anything implying Mammon is adorable, he's gets all flustered and tries make you think that he's mad by turning his back to you, but his tail makes it all to obvious that he's not mad at all, he just wants some lovin's!
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Most of them can be created using inexpensive
Trick out your house with the scariest and best Halloween decoration this year. These Halloween decoration ideas to feature some of the scariest and most fabulous icky goodies (such as spiders, owls, bats, crows, owls, snakes, vipers, spiders, dead rats, magicians, and magicians) and can definitely impress trick-or-tainer and party guests alike!
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“Are you sure you don’t want to take off even one of the eight layers of clothing you have on?”
“Don’t ignore fate.”
“But I’ve never told you that before.”
“I feel like you are weirdly trying to force me to be your friend.”
“What Would Person A Do?”
“Excuse me, I wasn’t prepared to be smacked around today.”
“I think this would qualify in an normal workplace as some type of harassment.”
“If you’re going to be sick, do it in the soup so rest of us don’t need to suffer.”
“Are you an absolute idiot!” “I’d like to answer no, but you might scream at me even more.”
“What do you got?” “A goddamn hiccups.”
“What does a person have to do to get a fucking cob salad around here?”
“I don’t know how she’s even moving after that.”
“ of course i knew where you’d be. you’re my friend. ”
“ there’s something you’re not telling me. ”
“We really need to stop race-walking everywhere.”
“It’s a violent world.” “Well could you stop contributing to it?”
“Why’s she’s screaming?” “Some kind of ritual. I think she’s a witch.”
“You shouldn’t try to contact the dead if you don’t even have anything to ask them.”
“ if it sounds like a duck and walks like a duck ”
“That is some severe bruising… ”
“I called your name 'til the fever broke. ”
“ because i’m a masochist ”
“There’s a lot of information being redacted.”
“Sleep over? Please?”
“ i always looked up to them, you know? ( name ).”
“This is offensive to my taste buds.”
“Hey fucker, my porch lights are not on! Fuck off!”
“i can't believe that you lied to me.”
Person B making Person A their favorite meal when they are having a hard day.
Person B falls asleep in Person A's lap and Person A has a conversation with someone else while stroking Person B's hair as if they were a sleeping cat.
Person B and Person A playing games in the small arcade.
Person A participating in Person B's hobby even if it doesn't personally interest them.
Them resting together and talking to each other before falling asleep.
Person B hurt their ankle and is laid up with a cast and crutches. Person A is sitting next to them, doodling little hearts on their cast to cheer them up.
They are on a ferris wheel, and everything is going great - until it gets stuck at the very top. For thirty whole minutes.
Them exploring each others' bodies, but not in a sexual way. Finding their different birthmarks, looking over each others' scars and sharing the stories behind them, running their hands over one another and just appreciating the feeling of the other person next to them.
Person A doesn't like talking on the phone, but Person B always calls them instead of texting. Person B admits that it's because they want to hear Person A's voice.
Person A is a genie. Person B stumbles upon Person A, and they wish for Person A to be free so they can be Person B's new friend. This seems awkward to Person A at first, but they warm up to Person B and end up crushing on them.
Person B and Person A texting. Or better yet, writing letters to each other.
Person A is alone in the rain because they forgot to bring an umbrella, Person B offers to share theirs.
Person A and Person B unable to sleep after watching a horror movie, but neither will admit that the movie scared them.
Person B is a ghost who falls in love with Person A, but Person A can't see them. Does Person B do anything to make Person A notice them?
Person B trying their best to be quiet while Person A is taking a nap.
Centre Stage - chapter 9
As ever, massive thanks to beta extraordinaire @willow-salix for all her help on this.
The whole fic can also be found on AO3 here.
“Not wanting to be rude, but can I just ask why there’s so much glitter everywhere?” Selene enquired, ignoring Scott’s snort of laughter as she took in the dressing room surfaces that were all caked in a fine sheen, carefully selecting a seat that seemed relatively free from the worst of it.
“Ugh, it's from The Nutcracker. Sorry, it gets everywhere,” Cat apologised, undoing the ribbons of her shoes and starting to pull bits of tape off her toes. “We'll finally get rid of it all in about October and have a few weeks of respite before we start all over again. I was vaguely sparkly til about February this year which was a new record. Some of it comes home with me every day so just be careful where you lean or sit.”
“Thanks for the warning, I’m not sure glitter is the best look for me,” Selene laughed.
“Yeah, it doesn’t exactly go with the all black, scary witch look does it?” Scott jested, dodging the pointe shoe that Cat had just handed to Selene for the express purpose of lobbing at him.
Virgil and Cat exchanged smiles and rolled eyes as their companions bickered good naturedly, knowing that their earlier peace had been well and truly shattered.
“So, how was it this afternoon then?” Scott asked, effectively changing the subject as he casually flung himself into a chair and made himself at home.
“It was great, wasn’t it?” Cat replied, turning to smile warmly at Virgil as she wondered fondly how Scott somehow always managed to look like he owned the place no matter where he went or what he was doing
“Yeah, Lily had a great time and she’s really excited about seeing the show tonight so I think we made a little girl very happy,” Virgil elaborated.
“I think so,” Cat agreed. “She’s a good little dancer too. She did really well so it’ll be interesting to see how she gets on as she gets older.”
“Do you think you’ll keep in touch with her?” Selene asked, spotting some costumes on a rail in the corner and heading over to investigate, quickly followed by Scott.
“I don’t know,” Cat admitted, looking up as she massaged her foot absentmindedly, trying to release some of the knots in the muscles now that her long day of rehearsals was finally over. “I’d like to but it might depend on circumstances a little. I’m not sure how much I could actually do to help her at this stage aside from some private coaching, but it’s not something I’ve ever done before so I wouldn't know where to start.”
“I’m sure she’d love whatever help you could give,” Scott encouraged, pulling a tutu out from the costume rail and holding it up against himself. “How do I look?”
“Like an idiot,” Virgil declared, turning back to Cat before anyone else could speak. “Based on today, I’d say you’d be a great coach. You did so well with Lily and her mom told me that you were the best teacher she’d had so it’s not just me saying that either.”
“You’re too kind,” Cat blushed, busying herself in her task to avoid having to make eye contact with anyone, uncomfortable with the praise.
“Not at all,” Virgil pressed. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a more patient teacher myself either, so it’s not all one sided.”
“Wait, what?” Scott spluttered incredulously before Cat had a chance to answer, his brain catching up with the implication of what Virgil had just said. “Cat was teaching you, too? I thought this was about Lily getting to be a fairy for the day, not you getting ballet lessons?”
“It was,” Virgil explained equably, rather enjoying his brother's response. “But she was worried that Cat would feel left out if she was dancing with Mark so I agreed to be Cat’s prince for a while.”
“He was very good at it too,” Cat continued, throwing a big smile at Virgil. “Next time I need a partner, I definitely know who I’m gonna call.”
Despite initially feeling that dancing so closely with his brother's girlfriend was perhaps crossing a line that he wasn’t very comfortable with, in the end Virgil had thoroughly enjoyed his time in the studio. It had come as no surprise to him that ballet was nowhere near as easy as Cat made it look; during the afternoon, he had discovered muscles that he didn't even know existed and a nagging suspicion was growing that they would all be aching in the morning.
“I did nearly knock you over a couple of times though,” he grimaced, remembering the shriek Cat had let out as she’d overbalanced and nearly fallen.
“You’ve still got a better record than Mark some days,” Cat laughed as her foot let out a loud crack. “He’s dropped me so many times that I’ve given up even counting any more.”
“OK then big guy,” Selene piped up, jumping up and holding out her hand “Show me some of your moves.”
A knock on the door interrupted any answer, quickly swinging open to reveal one of the ballet masters from the company, on the hunt for Cat.
“Sorry to bother you when you’ve got guests,” Gary started apologetically, nodding a greeting to the other occupants of the room, his eyes widening slightly as he realised who they were. “Irina’s back has just spasmed and she’s out for tonight. Steven was wondering if there’s any chance you could step in for her?”
“Of course,” Cat answered without hesitation, her eyes meeting Scott’s in a brief apology before turning back to her colleague. “Is she OK?”
Having three guests who had travelled a long way to go out for dinner and drinks that night complicated things slightly, but there had been no question in her mind as to whether she would do it. Injuries that meant a missed performance weren’t that common but they were a hazard of the job and it was up to the rest of the company to pull together when they occurred.
“She’ll be fine in a few days. It seems to be nothing that some rest and heat won’t solve,” Gary informed her, watching her shrewdly, knowing what was likely going through her mind.
“Well that’s something at least,” she agreed as she began to wind her hair back into a bun, relieved that nothing more serious had happened.
“Do you think we’d be able to get tickets for tonight?” Virgil asked, glancing over to Scott and Selene and receiving matching nods of agreement.
“I’m not sure,” Gary replied. “I think it’s a full house but I can check it with the box office and if there’s no availability, we can arrange for you to watch from the wings, seeing as it’s exceptional circumstances.”
“That would be great, thanks,” Selene smiled, sitting herself back down and wondering what happened next.
“Right, is there a studio available?” Cat asked, taking charge of the conversation, her mind already running through what she would need to do in order to be ready to perform in a few hours’ time. “I’ve not danced it with Ivan before so we’ll need to run a few things before the show.”
“The Ashton is free for you,” Gary advised, his hand already on the door handle. “He should be on his way up there by now so just pop up as soon as you’re ready.”
“Perfect,” Cat acknowledged, giving Gary a nod as he took his leave before turning to her companions. “Sorry about this. It’s not exactly how I thought we’d be spending the evening. You guys are more than welcome to still go for dinner if you want and I can catch you up later?”
“Don’t be silly, of course we’ll stay and support you,” Scott told her, placing a quick kiss on her cheek, keen not to disturb her too much as she grabbed her phone and started typing out a quick message. “If there’s anyone in the world that knows a thing or two about plans being derailed by work, it’s us, so you really don’t need to worry.”
“Agreed,” Selene added. “Anyway, I’ve always fancied a night at the ballet so it’s worked out pretty well if you ask me.”
“Definitely,” Virgil nodded his agreement. “I wouldn't miss it for the world.”
“What’re we actually going to be watching tonight?” Selene asked, watching Scott carefully as he hovered around, clearly with something to say.
“Coppelia,” Cat replied absently, finishing the text she was sending and grabbing a nearby bag, tipping several pairs of pointe shoes onto the floor before joining them herself, her mind working overtime trying to decide which ones she should wear that night.
“But that’s three acts,” Scott cried, his horrified tone making her look up in surprise as he crouched down beside her. “Are you sure you’re going to be OK doing that?”
“I’ll be fine,” Cat reassured, slipping a hand around the back of his neck and pulling him toward her, their foreheads resting together in a pose that had always brought them comfort. “I’ve just messaged Mark asking him if he’ll grab me some dinner from the canteen and there’s only a couple of pas de deux that I need to go through with Ivan so it shouldn’t take long. Then I can have a bit of a rest before I need to start getting ready.”
“OK, well, so long as you’re sure,” Scott conceded, pulling back to allow her continue what she had been doing.
“It’s not the first time I’ve stepped in at the last minute, nor will it be the last,” Cat smiled, seeing the tension leaving Scott’s shoulders as he continued to sit beside her, now idly playing with the ribbons from a pair of discarded shoes.
Selene and Virgil exchanged looks, impressed at how Cat had seamlessly handled Scott’s overprotective nature.
“Is this something that you have to do quite a lot?” Virgil queried, interested to find out more of the workings of the company now that the tension had died down a little.
“Every so often,” Cat shrugged, finally finding a pair of shoes that she thought would do her for the evening, quickly slipping them on and tying the ribbons as she spoke. “We have multiple casts for every ballet as well as understudies so there’s always going to be someone around to take over if an injury happens. My main concern just now is that I’ve not danced the bloody thing for about six weeks so I might be a bit rusty in places.”
“How do you remember all the steps?” Selene asked as Cat shouldered her bag and hustled them out of the room, handing Scott a rehearsal tutu to carry as she did so.
“Muscle memory,” Cat shrugged, as they made their way down the corridor towards the studios. “We do so much practice that when the music starts you don’t even need to really think about it. In an ideal world, we’d have a chance to run the whole thing before going on tonight but that’s not going to happen.”
She paused as the lift doors slid open, waiting for everyone to get in before continuing, shooting a quick smile of reassurance at Scott as she spoke.
“I do need to have a break at some point so I’ll just need to think my way through it. In the past, I’ve just listened to the music and it’s all come back so I’ll probably do that tonight. It’s like rehearsing but without the sore feet,” she laughed, pleased to see that at least Virgil and Selene were nodding along as if they understood her, even if Scott looked slightly lost.
“Visualisation is such a powerful thing,” Selene agreed as the lift let out a loud ding, signalling their arrival.
“Yeah, it’s great,” Cat smiled, leading them through more corridors and past an impressive looking fitness suite that had Scott and Virgil wishing they could stay and investigate it further. “It was something we were taught at school and I remember thinking it was complete rubbish at the time but the older I’ve got, the more invaluable it’s become.”
“Is that cos you’re getting a bit creaky now?” Scott teased, dodging a well-aimed elbow from Cat.
“You tell me, old man,” she shot back to sniggers from Virgil and Selene. “If I’m creaky, that must make you practically geriatric.”
“Shocking,” Scott countered, clutching his hand to his heart. “That’s no way to talk to your elders.”
“Oh, shut it, you,” Cat grinned, pushing open a heavy door and ushering them into a large, airy studio, nodding a greeting to the young Russian dancer already present who was to be her partner for the night.
Wondering what she had done to deserve such a supportive boyfriend and surrogate family, Cat could only smile as she watched them taking their seats at the front of the studio before turning back to her task, pushing all other thoughts out of her mind.
“Do you think they’ll get the flowers delivered in time?” Selene asked quietly as they waited outside the dressing room for Cat to emerge, all three of them having been kicked out while she got into her first costume for the night.
“I hope so,” Scott replied, checking his watch as a nearby speaker announced that it was fifteen minutes until curtain up. “They’ve never let me down before but I’ve never had to order them on the day of the show either so I don’t know.”
“Is it just me or are they five minutes early?” Virgil asked, his own watch showing twenty minutes until the show was due to start.
“Maybe they’ve met you at some point?” quipped Selene with a wink.
“It’s a theatre thing,” Scott replied knowingly, cutting his brother off before he could defend himself against the accusation levelled at him. “I don’t really know why but apparently it’s just how it’s done.”
“Theatre folk are weird,” Selene agreed with a shrug just as the door behind her opened, revealing Cat looking every inch the ballerina that she was. “No offence,” she added, turning to the dancer.
“None taken,” Cat accepted smoothly. “Shall we get going then?”
Scott smiled, her hand warm as she slipped it into his on their way down to the stage. He could hear his brother's voice from somewhere behind him as they crossed the giant scenery dock, telling Selene about some of the scenery that he had no doubt been looking at earlier in the day. It almost seemed funny to him that these surroundings no longer seemed strange to him when he had only been a part of this world through his association with Cat for a few months less than a year.
“How’re you feeling?” he murmured as they made their way ever closer to the double doors that would lead directly to the stage.
“Bit nervous,” Cat admitted, grateful for the immediate squeeze of support that he gave her. “There’s a lot of people out there tonight and I don’t want to let them down.”
“You’ll be brilliant,” Scott reassured her. “I don’t just think, I KNOW you’ve got this nailed down in your head so just go out there, enjoy yourself and the story will shine through.”
“Thanks,” Cat smiled. “What would I do without you to support me?”
“Exactly what you did before you met me,” Scott grinned. “You’d go out and absolutely smash it because that’s what you do best.”
Unable to argue, Cat just smiled as they reached the heavy doors, letting Scott hold them open as they waited for Virgil and Selene to catch up. Entering the darkness of backstage, it took a moment for their eyes to fully adjust as Cat led the way behind the stage, greeting other dancers as she went.
Virgil found himself completely transfixed by the cathedral like space before him. Everywhere he looked, there was something else demanding his attention. A beautifully detailed town square stood on the stage, illuminated by row upon row of lights hanging on battens high above as dancers clustered in groups performed stretches that made him hurt just to look at, while others warmed up turns and lifts on the stage, hidden from view of the audience by a pair of enormous red curtains.
“This place is amazing,” he whispered to Scott as they walked, letting the girls go on ahead. “I can’t believe you never told me how huge it was.”
“I never really thought about it,” admitted Scott. “The first time I was here I was a bit distracted by a certain someone, and then it just became normal I guess and I stopped really noticing it.”
“Trust you,” Selene called over her shoulder while Cat did her best to stifle a laugh.
Unrepentant, Scott just grinned back, standing by his statement as Virgil shook his head helplessly, knowing that his brother was unlikely to ever change.
“I’m going to have to leave you guys here I’m afraid,” Cat informed them, a member of stage management appearing to usher her guests to their seats in the wings.
“Good luck,” Selene told her, giving her a quick hug, the nervous energy of her friend crackling around her.
“Break a leg,” Virgil added, giving her a hug that she was almost certain could crush the air out of her entirely if he wanted.
Watching as Scott wordlessly took her in his arms, their foreheads pressed together once more, Selene squinted slightly, revealing the black aura surrounding the dancer slowly becoming blue and then red as his presence calmed and grounded her, releasing the nerves and replacing them with focus for the job ahead.
All too soon, Scott had to let go, a final few whispered words of encouragement finding their way to her before she was gone, moving into her world on the stage. His eyes tracked her every move as he was ushered away, feeling strangely like she was going somewhere he could never follow.
“She’ll be fine,” Selene reassured him as they took their seats, seeing the way that his brow was knitted together in worry. “I think you’re more worried than she is.”
“I know,” Scott sighed. “It’s just hard knowing that there’s nothing I can do to help.”
“You’ve already done more for her than you know,” she smiled, giving him a reassuring pat on the leg. The atmosphere continued to crackle around her, reaching a crescendo as the stage was cleared, the unmistakable sound of the orchestra beginning to filter through the giant curtains that separated them from the public spaces of the theatre.
A hush fell on the wings as the overture played, the chatting and joking between colleagues that had been going on around them now replaced by focus as everyone concentrated on their particular roles to ensure the performance went off without a hitch. Sitting quietly, Scott couldn’t take his eyes off Cat as she stood talking quietly with Ivan, hands flying animatedly as they illustrated their discussion, clearly still working out some of the finer details for their performance. When the conversation was over, a quick hug and high five preceded his departure, heading purposefully around the back of the stage and leaving her alone, looking somehow smaller and more fragile than he thought she ever had.
As the whir of machinery beside them signalled the lifting of the curtains, he watched as she took a deep breath, calming her breathing before reaching down to check her shoes one final time. A few steps back and forward on pointe seemed to relax her as she listened intently to the music, waiting for the exact right moment to open the door of the set in front of her and disappear into her domain, a round of applause from the audience greeting her arrival.
It was a different Cat that greeted them at the end of the curtain calls, flying into Scott’s open arms for an all too brief embrace before being swept away again, a multitude of friends and colleagues demanding her attention as she rode the adrenaline high of a job well done.
“How is she even still upright after that?” Virgil wondered, thinking back to his own brief experiences in the studio earlier in the day and how exhausting they had been.
“Sheer bloodyminded determination,” Scott replied knowingly, watching her fondly as she talked to the director of the company, experience telling him that it wouldn’t be long after they got back home that she’d crash completely, likely falling asleep curled up next to him, her head balanced on his shoulder. “At least she said that today had been an easy day.”
“I think her exact words were ‘only five hours of rehearsals’,” Selene chipped in. “Remind me to talk to both of you at some point about what the word ‘easy’ actually means, because I’m not sure either of you understand it properly.”
“Well, the rehearsal I saw certainly looked pretty tiring,” Virgil agreed as Scott good naturedly rolled his eyes at her, the memory of the panting heap of dancers that followed their performance of the pas de deux earlier still fresh in his mind.
“Ya know,” Selene added, a glint appearing in her eye. “If she’s able to do that after dancing all day, I think she might actually be fitter than any of you guys.”
“You’re probably right there,” Scott agreed cheerfully as invited guests who had been seated in the auditorium began to filter onto the stage, their eyes wide with wonder at the sheer scale of it, suddenly remembering when that had been him.
Spotting Cat now deep in conversation with a woman and child, Selene nudged Virgil who had become distracted and was closely inspecting one of the lighting booms standing in the wings. “Is that Lily and her mum over there?”
“Sure is,” he smiled, enjoying seeing her excitement as she inspected Cat’s tutu and headdress, delicately reaching out to touch the material as if it might break.
“Should we go and say hello?” Scott asked.
“Give them a few minutes,” Virgil advised. “She’s so excited about meeting the dancers and I don’t want to distract her attention. They’ve earned it.”
“Good call,” Scott agreed, watching his girl with interest as she hurried into the wings, returning a few moments later with a pair of pointe shoes and presenting them to Lily as a souvenir of the night.
“She’s good with her, isn’t she?” Selene mused as the girl’s squeals of delight carried across the stage to them.
“She's been great all day,” Virgil agreed. “She’ll be a brilliant coach one day, I’m sure of it.”
Scott nodded his agreement, wondering why he’d never even considered what Cat might do once her career on the stage was over. He’d always known that dancers careers were short and that Cat would kill him if he even suggested that she might be more than halfway through hers already, but what might happen next was something that they’d never thought to discuss before.
“There was something I wanted to talk to you about actually,” Virgil said, cutting into a daydream of her no longer being tied to London and moving to the island with him. “It’s not directly related but I think it might be something she might be interested in.”
His interest piqued, Scott’s attention snapped to his brother, wondering what he was about to suggest. “Go on.”
“Well, we had a pretty good chat earlier about funding for the arts and ballet in particular, and she said that there was a real issue with access for kids from deprived backgrounds,” Virgil explained.
“OK...” Scott encouraged, suspecting he knew where this was going.
“She said that there would be lots of kids out there like Lily who are talented but won't ever get the chance to make a career out of it because it’s too expensive,” Virgil elaborated, “so I was wondering what you thought about setting something up that could help with that?”
“Now that’s not something I’ve ever really thought about,” mused Scott, the logistics immediately beginning to run through his head.
There was already a well funded branch of Tracy Industries that was responsible for all manner of humanitarian and conservation projects around the globe, along with providing funding for numerous scholarships and internships to help give talented people from less privileged backgrounds the opportunities that may otherwise be denied them. A fund for the arts wouldn’t be beyond their usual remit, he thought, and it would certainly broaden their horizons somewhat.
“It’s not something we need to make a decision on immediately,” Virgil added, sensing the cogs turning in Scott’s brain. “It’s just something I thought could make a real difference to people.”
“It’s a good idea,” Scott agreed, liking the sound of it more and more as it settled in his mind. “We’ll run some numbers and take a look at what the logistics might be and we can make a decision from there.”
“What’re we making a decision on?” asked Selene, wandering back over from where she’d found herself engaged in conversation with some of the stage management.
“Just an idea for some charity stuff,” Scott answered quickly, keen not to get drawn into a further conversation, especially as he could see Cat beckoning them over.
Looking around the stage as the others made small talk with Lily and her mum, Scott’s mind continued to turn over Virgil’s suggestion, unable to deny that it was a good idea and one that Cat in particular would be excited about. A smile flitted across his face as he thought of how pleased she would be when he told her about it, solidifying his decision to keep it to himself until it became something more tangible.
“I think it’s time to get out of here” Cat declared, gathering up her large bouquet as the group said goodnight and the remaining guests were shepherded off the stage.
Scott nodded in agreement. It had been an amazing night that had given him much to think about but for now, there was a beer with his name on it somewhere out there and he was very keen to get out of the theatre and find it.
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Okay because I’m mad at a fictional character I think it’s time for me to work on writing my version of him in my AU where he’s actually nice because N sold his soul to a magic giving cat thing.
-Ghetsis was very mean and hurt N multiple times, even causing him to bleed on his 13th birthday for accidentally knocking over and breaking a vase.
-After N became Meguca he became very nice and takes great care of N but has no memories about how he treated N in the past, and is confused by N showing symptoms of severe PTSD
-eventually Melanie asks N about what he wished for and N tells her but asks her to never tell his father what it was, but he ends up asking Melanie because he’s concerned about his son so she reluctantly explains, much to his disappointment because he feels genuine guilt for hurting him
-when N’s soul gem got stolen by Colress he was in a constant state of panic, worrying about what might be done to him. He just spent all his time next to N’s lifeless body to make sure it didn’t start dying, hoping that Melanie would retrieve his soul gem ASAP.
-fortunately it comes back safe and sound, but it’s very dark and Melanie thinks it’s a good idea to use her purification powers on it. Then she (almost) turns into a witch, but N quickly uses his ability to solve conflict to prevent her from witching out. Maybe.
-also Ghetsis makes like. Really large meals for N because he sees how skinny he is (he’s like 130 when someone of his height should be over 180, maybe even in the 200s) also N eats really quickly due to past experiences where he was denied food
-probably buys a lot of cool toys for N and likes to play with him
-very proud of his son for protecting the world with his magic
Yay now I’m less mad.
I need to go to bed, school tomorrow...
I hope I don’t have dreams about Gh... actually yeah I hope I do and I hope I have a lucid dream because I’m gonna summon a gun and yeet him
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New Blog: Harbinger of ... spring
A harbinger of spring for me is Spring Break. Yes - I just had a week off. I think you will be able to identify that via the number of books read this week. It was lovely to have time to read everyday AND I admit to avoid as much housework as I could. However, as always not everything is as black and white. While I was enjoying time off, the hot water heater/ furnace decided to take a break as well. While supposedly it has been fixed, it still requires someone to reset it. At least it has been warm, to go with the COLD showers.
The best part was connecting with friends that I haven’t seen for a while. I am now two plus weeks past my second vaccine, so it was with great joy - and laughter that I went and saw friends I haven’t seen for a long time. The best part was the laughter! Although seeing the area I lived in for one summer and how much it changed was interesting and having fried haddock from Billy’s Chowder House.
Today I found my first tick on me. Luckily, it was still wandering and had not bit down. Such is yet another sign of spring. Everyone has their heebeegeebee moment. Snakes have always been mine, but ticks are right up there on my list. I am sure that the cat brought in this creature into the house and to me. This is another harbinger to spring. Although I can assure you that as a child I did not get ticks on me, so perhaps this is a better harbinger to global warming. I know that not everyone follows my beliefs… so I will move on.
Elise has sent in a review of K-9 Cold Case by Elizabeth Heiter. The main character and his dog (Jax and Patches) are investigating a bomb explosion in an Alaskan town. She also sent in an interview with Laura Griffin and her newest book Flight. The interview was interesting and will make you want to read the novel. (I did, it was awesome!)
As for the quick review of reading this week: For those readers who love a good thriller - The Good Sister, The Perfect Daughter, The Newcomer and Rattlesnake Road were all delightful thrillers. Picnic in Someday Harbor was a cross between a cozy mystery and a small town mystery. For those that want to read something a little more edgy - Minus. Heiress in Red Silk was a historical romantic thriller and Seven Perfect Reasons was just a lovely read about finding a new life.
Meanwhile - have a great week. I am finishing up Hour of the Witch by Chris Bohjalien.
Heiress in Red Silk by Madeline Hunter
The Newcomers by Mary Kay Andrews
Picnic in Someday Harbor by Jodi Hunter
Minus by Jack Davenport
The Good Sister by Sally Hepworth
The Perfect Daughter by DJ Palmer
Seven Perfect Reasons by Catherine Ryan Hyde
Rattlesnake Road by Amanda McKinney
BTS Fic Rec
I haven’t done a fic rec post in forever and since I recently participated in a bts comment bingo on twitter, I thought it might be nice to rec the fics here too
the call of the moon by softlyblue
M | 134k | AU | Yoongi looks to the treeline, and he can still see Jeongguk standing there, staring at him. He wants to run. He wants to hide. He wishes he had never come here.
But when he looks up, Jeongguk is still looking back.
When Yoongi Min, acclaimed writer and cat dad, moves to rural Ireland to work on his second novel, the last thing he expects is to bump into Jeongguk Jeon, denizen of the forest and out-and-out weirdo. But the coincidences keep stacking up, and he can't help but feel there's something more sinister going on under the surface, if only he could figure out who - or what - is going bump in the night.
the last cinetown in seoul by twomblying
T | 44k | AU | He thinks about Jungkook, glowing blue where his dark curls were backlit by the TV monitor, grinning up at him on the floor of the studio. He thinks about Jungkook smiling earnestly at him across the cafe table, and thinks he might be totally fucked. Thinks that’s a problem for future Min Yoongi, once the film screening is over and Cinetown has made it to survive another month. He’ll think about it, the Jeon Jungkook of it all, then.
(Min Yoongi is just trying his best to keep a dying video store franchise afloat. Jeon Jungkook is a film student who makes experimental short films. They fall in love.)
all our wants by lichtweh
E | 10k | Canon | sequel to wide awake | yoongi and jungkook, a hotel room in hong kong, and there was only one bed. that’s how it started, and then, from there— (wide awake: a continuation.)
[yoonkook au] by taehyikes
where yoongi decides to rent a cabin in the mountains to work on his next novel, and jungkook runs the general store in a nearby village
Wine by SugarAndMint
M | 10k | AU | Jungkook drinks a bit too much and possibly, definitely, confesses his romantic feelings for his best friend who definitely, definitely, does not share the same feelings.
it's only ever love (it's only ever trying to be loved) by ahemyg (fear_of_god)
T | 6.9k | AU | as much as yoongi would love to continue talking to his new neighbor with the nice smile, he couldn’t afford to miss class. “it was nice meeting you, jungkook-ah. i have class, so i’ll see you later.”
jungkook waved. “bye, hyung. it was great meeting you. maybe i’ll meet your roommates later.”
yoongi felt his heart skip a full two beats. not in the oh-my-god-he’s-so-cute way. more like fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-he-heard-me-talking-to-my-ghosts kind of way.
“i-i don’t have roommates, jungkook-ah.”
a crease appeared between jungkook’s eyebrows. “oh, my mistake, hyung. I thought i heard you talking to someone. not that i was eavesdropping! the walls are thin, and-”
“it’s alright, jungkook. don’t worry about it. i was just talking to… my goldfish on the phone.” min yoongi. gay panic extraordinaire.
(one where yoongi can talk to ghosts. jungkook is the new neighbor and chaos ensues when five ghosts try to set them up)
bee-witched by rabbitsparty
G | 3.5k | AU | the one where a bee doesn't bee-have and go along with jeongguk's plans for the day
did you see by xiajin
T | 1.8k | AU | jungkook kisses him and tastes blood on his tongue.
“who have you been killing?” he asks, joking, but yoongi presses his thumb against jungkook’s jaw and his pointer on the soft pad of his cheeks, pressing lightly, so his mouth is pursed. jungkook stares, eyes wide, and yoongi licks his lips before kissing the pout before him.
he tastes like blood. in it, jungkook finds his answer, unsaid: myself.
#CompletelyUnexpectedTrueIdentity by Mother of Pearl (Jinjuui_eomeoni)
E | 97k | AU | Jungkook doesn't see any problem with roleplaying whatever kind of character he wants, including a princess. Nobody on the internet is ever who they say they are.
Namjoon knows his new roleplay partner Jungsoon isn't really a runaway princess. That's just a game, but it gets real when he starts to fall for her. It doesn't matter that they've never met irl. His gut tells him he knows everything he needs to about the real girl behind the character.
Infel by natanije
M | 6.9k | AU | He is like the breath of fresh air in this otherwise polluted surface. He is like sweet laughter and pretty smiles, warm hands and even warmer embrace. He’s like a new world, an entirely new island for him to explore and figure out, something fresh and bright, something special.
He wants all of him, not in the sense that he’s known his whole life. It’s another thing altogether, it’s infel.
Where the Sky Meets the Sea by skylightgalaxy
E | 47k | AU | Jeongguk’s winter getaway takes a sudden turn into new territory when he meets an alpha on the train — the first alpha he’s ever met. Instead of the quiet and cozy art filled winter holiday he had planned, Jeongguk learns more about himself and a world he thought he could never be a part of.
What Happens In Vegas Does Not Stay In Vegas by memeingfully_slytherin
M | 36k | AU | It's simply a part of life. One day you're running your business, partially recovering from your ex; the next day you accidentally marry your best friend. Seokjin doesn't know about anyone else, but he thinks it's very on-brand for Jungkook and him.
[or, Seokjin goes to Vegas for business, Jungkook accompanies him for a free trip and they both come back to Korea accidentally married. And stay accidentally in love.]
cheeto dust by literallies
T | 4.3k | AU | It's the night of Jungkook's engagement party. In the quiet moments, when there are no eyes on him, he lets himself think about his first love.
If he's honest with himself, he is always thinking about his first love.
taaffeite moths by nonheather
E | 127k | AU | Rising star Kim Seokjin and former child actor fresh out of rehab Jeon Jeongguk are assigned by their entertainment companies to fake a relationship in order to build a more positive public image. But will the gimmick only make their image worse?
pirate!seokjin and mer!koo who brings him treasure by jeonthebun
jinkook have a fun amusement park date and seokjin learns to love roller coasters by jeonthebun
seokjin and jungkook work on a very important painting project together by jeonthebun
rough hands by jonghyunslisterine
M | 31k | AU | when jimin's pack is attacked by an enemy clan, he finds himself on the run with the rogue alpha his pack had taken prisoner just days before.
a clear glass bead (won't break that easily) by hammersandstrings
M | 85k | AU | Maybe Jimin’s spent her life chasing some kind of mythical fate, rather than following her own instincts. And maybe those instincts are pulling her towards Namjoo, yes, but also towards herself. Towards a Jimin who’s learning who she is, bit by bit, more and more.
Maybe serendipity has been less about finding someone else when she’d been least expecting it, and more about finding herself when she thought there was nothing left to find.
(Or, Jimin breaks up with her boyfriend, stumbles upon a family of her own, and maybe falls in love along the way.)
i wrote these for you by buffcooky
E | 41k | AU | Kim Namjoon never thought he would be a father, let alone fall headfirst into endless pining over his son's daycare teacher, Min Yoongi. And yet... here he is. Doing exactly that.
Ribcage Refrain by smashthatlikebutton
T | 22k | Canon | 3/4 | A month before debut, Seokjin wakes up in Yoongi's body. After they switch back, they don't speak about it for seven years.
The one where Yoongi and Seokjin are soulmates, but Bangtan comes first. Until it doesn’t need to.
bloom by automaticshine
E | 15k | Canon | Jungkook doesn't think of himself as ace — he just assumes the rest of the band is as disinterested in sex as he is. But one night, during a lull after 4th Muster, Jin comes home from a club in Gangnam with a girl, and Jungkook realizes he's wrong.
Or, Jungkook discovers his asexuality the hard way, featuring ultimately non-sexual maknae line OT3.
heaven in your eyes by zyr (pxssnelke)
T | 1.9k | AU | “We wanted to ask if you’d let us do your make up? And maybe dress you up a bit, too? Just for fun, maybe take some pictures of it?” Jungkook asks, voice soft and close.
So Yoongi resigns himself to staying awake a little while longer. Thinks of his bed and his pillow and his blanket and the darkness that sleep brings and then lets it go.
“Okay,” he says with a smile.
like morning glories by smashthatlikebutton
G | 2.2k | AU | Mornings like this often feel a bit surreal in their beauty. Like Namjoon isn't entirely sure how they got here. The seven of them in their house by the sea; warm and safe and together.
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It’s lesbian visibility day? Great! I’ve just been thinking about lesbians. My very own lesbians, that I made up.
Lately (past two years) I have been writing a lot of lesbians. Or wlw anyway (I’m bi myself). Basically for my own purposes I’m going to make a list of lesbians, and how likely I am to expand or finish their story:
The Earth and the Moon Are Lesbians: This stands on its own. Not expanding it.
The Evil Overlady and her Evil Queen: My contribution to a thread; it is unlikely, but not impossible, that I may turn this into a story.
The Broken World: I have been planning this since like 2016. It will be a thing. Eventually.
Driving Across America: This was originally a worldbuilding exercise, based on a line from the song “Ozar Midrashim” by Information Society (”In the distance, I can see a huge holographic Ronald McDonald between the grain elevators and the trees”), but somehow lesbians got into it. I intend to write it as a story or book sometime.
The Swan Wife: Part of the 52 Project (that I’m going to fucking finish, somehow). Based on the fairy tale, but included a cat, and lesbians. Is actually a complete and full story that is done!
Storm (Inktober 2020): Inspired by the song “Fear for the Storm” from Starship Iris, but the Iris here ended up drawing on a different mythos.
Rose (Writeober 2020): Quite some time ago I had an idea about magical girls who are now adults returning to the place where they grew up and fought their battles, and the evil they fought rising again. Due to my obsession with The Locked Tomb series by Tamsyn Muir, two of the magical girls became lesbians who used to passionately hate each other in the old days but now they’re married.
Guardian/Potion (Writeober 2020): Based on the prompt that the witch is taking first born children in order to get them away from parents who give away their kids for material gain. Then the witch turned out to have a wife.
Ancient (Inktober 2019): I know it’s not what Dolly Parton intended, but in my head, Jolene is a succubus, not a human woman. What if she relented and gave the singer back her man, because she saw something in the singer that attracted her? Not as a succubus but as a woman? This one’s also complete.
Honorable mention for Buddy (Inktober 2020): I don’t actually know yet if Wanda Joyce and Irin Liath are gonna end up girlfriends. I just know that if I was watching a TV show in which a middle-aged black starship captain who is also a mom, from Earth, got flung through a wormhole into a region of space where everyone looks human except they are all either blue or brown, and the only “white” person is an albino scientist of questionable morality who decides to be Joyce’s protector and best friend because Joyce saved her life, I would absolutely be shipping the hell out of that. (Any noticeable similarities to Farscape are absolutely intentional, thank you.) So do I not ship it just because I’m the creator of the canon? I dont know yet. (If I decide I’m shipping it, then Wanda’s bi, because I am a bisexual who is mysteriously not writing any bi rep for reasons beyond my personal comprehension, and in fiction I really don’t like “I was married to a guy and had kids with him but I was really a lesbian all along and I’m not attracted to men.” Yes, it happens in the real world but this is my fictional world and there can be bisexual women in it.) I mean, the main character in “Ancient” is bi because it’s a big part of the plot that she was deeply in love with a man, but you’d think a bi woman would have more bi women in her stuff.
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Hello to anyone who might see this
I'm Aether, a witch. I don't exclusively practice one type of magic (sea, green, kitchen etc..) but I include all of them in my practice.
I'm mainly a folk practicioner, sometimes when I'm in need of a great & effective result I might include astrology & some of it's correspondences with the elements and the zodiac, planetary hours, simple magic squares, just very simple talismanic magic since I don't know much about it, only the basics but I'm planning to become more familiar with it.
I use sigil magic, verbal incantations and chants or very simple spells like powders or adding magic to my food or drinks by stating what I want or stirring to attract something, I do that very often cuz I'm usually quite lazy. I think that's all about the witchy aspect of my personality (for now).
I'm alsooooo gay or bi? Idk, wait.... Why does it matter tf? Anyways! I'm more into romantic realtionships & people but unfortunately these are just non-existent and it makes me so sad cuz everyone just wants s*x, but what's fun about s*x if you don't feel passion towards each other? If it's not romantic? Girls tend to be more understanding f this & some guys ofc but the majority of guys just think about s*x as a way to have fun, not a bond. That's all about my sexuality & such things, for now I guess.
I love crows, black cats, owls, doves and snakes. They're just so gorgeous, I also like black, blue, yellow, pink, white and some paste colors. I'm obsessed with the moon but I don't like the night that much, I prefer mornings. Crystals are soooo beautiful I can't stop loving them. I love the taste of coffee, when I drink it everyday it reminds me of my first time drinking it. It was my mother who gave me a sip from her cup when I was 7. She's the closest person to me on earth & I love her more than I love myself!
That's all about me (at least what I remembered to say) I wish you have a blessed day full of love and happiness if you're reading this❤️🌹✨
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I drew a Bard for Bards4Bards! Her name is Bela de Angelus!
Little about Bela:
Dhampir; College of Spirits Bard (both UA, become canon in Guide to Ravenloft)
Mom is Witch (Hexblood; Shadow Magic Sorcerer/Land Druid), Dad is Vampire (Necromancer Wizard)
Uses Bardic magic through storytelling
Familiar is Pigeon (Fantail Pigeon to be exact) named Fantino
Threatened to make her familiar chicken when parents showed mild disappointment in her choosing pigeon over the "traditional" cat or raven
Parents are as supportive as they can be, but are a little disappointed she didn't follow either of their paths; Grandmother thinks it's great
Puppets were a gift from her grandmother (a Baba Yaga)
All her puppets (12 in total) are actually people cursed to be puppets, marionette, and dolls for doubling crossing the grandmother (Bela knows, but doesn't feel bad)
Has Vitiligo, but due to fairer complexion, it isn't as noticeable
Has mild silver allergy
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random Lisa headcanons
notes— mommy Lisa. Thats all.
She probably convinced jean to let her take time off just so she can spend time with you.
If you’re shorter than her- forehead kisses always.
If you’re taller than her than she’ll probably nudge you with her elbow when she wants attention.
Although she doesn’t seem like the type of person to overwork herself, she does, so please check up on her.
You’ve probably caught her sleeping in the library before.
Cat person. Can’t change my mind.
If you guys share a residence you two probably have some weird combination of animals like cats and birds.
She definitely wears glasses when she reads at home.
You always have her full attention when you guys spend time together.
If you’re an adventurer she’ll mail you sweet little letters if you’re far away.
Introduces you to all the nights before you even get a chance to say yes.
Tucks you into bed every night.
Definitely makes great snacks but terrible meals.
Lives to spoil you.
She likes to play with your hair if it’s long, and if it’s shorter she’ll just ruffle it every now and than.
When she kisses you on the lips it’s usually sweet and soft. Never rough.
She’s a super intense person when it comes to cleaning in the house, or hygiene.
Before you guys got together she was super intensifying so you where super nervous even being around her.
Before you guys got together you where best friends with jean so that’s how you met.
Loves to get you small trinkets or treats when she’s out.
Definitely cuts your hair when you need it.
Is actually super touchy when you guys are together, even if it’s in public she’ll either have her hand on your waist, or an arm around your shoulder.
Will make you research potions with her.
Super spiritual witch type beat relationship.
Buys you charm bracelets with sigils or something engraved in them.
House probably smells of incense and cooking spells of some sort.
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Little Red Elf
Thor X Reader
This is longer than intended and quite different than requested and I have no excuse than my lack of discipline but I hope this is good enough
You are seriously thinking about investing on a security camera.
No, it wasn't that you were worried about being robbed. It's was being, 'gifted'.
In an almost daily basis, different items would make it's way to your doorstep. Black roots, hyacinth, hellebores, poppies and other herbs that would usually not grow around the area. It was nice, that was the first thought you had. You were no Circe, the great witch of Aiaia, but such ingredients could and did help greatly with your draughts. So as much as this occurrence should startle you, you brushed it off as the doing of one of your friends working for Lord Osanyin who would usually send you samples of anything new. You figured business was just doing better than usual for her to give you this much.
Two weeks, it continued on. When you rise for the day, there would be a neatly placed bundle of herbs or plant on your front steps. Always perfectly centered. And for two weeks, you accepted each and everything in such giddiness.
That is until you until today.
"I haven't been given you anything, (y/n)," She turned away from the selves she was organizing and continued, "it's been pretty busy lately for the last month with the arrival of new supply from Asia."
Her answer gave you a sudden feeling of uneasiness.
"Then who," your voice trailed, dragging the weariness and alert in the air. Your friend was quick to catch the shift of your mood.
"But think about it," she placed the bottle she was holding and walked towards you, "those herbs are rare and what are the chances of a random miscreant obtaining it?"
It eased your nerves a bit to hear her words.
"Or maybe, you finally have an admirer even if your always holed up in your home!"
She laughed at the jesting glare you sent.
"Like you're any better, cat lady."
"Hey! Having four cats does not count as being a cat lady!"
"Sure, whatever you say."
You shared a laugh, the tension thinning out. After saying a few words, she went back to the counter to pack the herbs that you bought, the reason why you were there in the first place.
"You bought quite a lot. What is it for anyway?"
"Loki wanted some draughts to "bring entertainment around this damn boring halls", his words not mine."
She laughed, commenting how it sounded just like him. She handed you the carefully packed products, with a small purple ribbon tied on the basket as she always did for you.
Just as you're about to leave she called out.
"If you're still disturb about the whole mysterious gifts, why don't you try staying up to see who it is?" You thanked her for her suggestion and concern and with a wave, headed back home.
To say the least, her suggestion was not very successful.
After you went home, you got started on the ordered draughts and by the time the moon greeted the sky, your eyes were already heavy. Being stubborn, you stayed sitting in your kitchen, chair facing the window to see if anyone or anything would past by.
The minutes were slow and before you knew it, the sun has reclaimed its place. And there was yet another gift. A freshly uprooted crab apple tree that barely passes as an adult. How in the world did they get this one?
Another week fast approached and the gifts arrived just as fast. Cornel bark, elecampane, silver fir, the list goes on. Each night, you attempt to desperately stay awake to catch but a glimpse would always end up with you succumbing to sleep. It didn't matter if it was for hours or a mere minute, by the moment your eyelids flutter open, it was already there. Perfectly centered as always, in an almost mocking way.
"You missed us again", you could hear the ridicule from it.
As days flutter, the gifts and your frustrations would only intensify. One time it was antlers from a dear Australia. The other day it was the tusk of a bore. Yesterday it was the blood of steed. The last one made you panic a bit, but thankfully in came only in a small vial. It eased your nerves, albeit slightly that the animal was minimally harmed.
You tried sleeping in the morning so that so that you could roam at night. But when you rise from your chair for a drink or to go the toilet, the sneaky bastard have already placed another gift. You went as far as sitting on your doorstep for the whole night, but even that didn't help. The gift was on your window.
You were at your wits end with this "Persistent Santa" shenanigans (it was your friend who called them that. It was that or creepy-pile-of-dung-that-had-to-much-time). Whoever they were, they are good.
You sighed tiredly again, the dark bags proving Your fruitless efforts.
"Wow, you look miserable!" You silently snapped at the voice, too sleepy to argue but to proud to ignore it. His laugh was laugh, always happy to see others demise.
"Just give me the money, Loki." You impatiently thrust the basket full of draughts to him, eager to leave and maybe sleep for a few days.
"Aren't you greedy." The more he teases you, the more punching him right in the face became an increasingly good option. As if reading your voice, he raised his hands in mock surrender.
" I would pay you, but," he dragged his voice as floated closer to you, "I dont have my money right now. And the old man is calling me so can you wait a few minutes for me?" He smiled, oh-so-mockingly sweet at you.
A tomato would have been jealous of the tint of your check. The itching call for violence is now an unignorable howler. But before you can give in, the god of mischief is already pushing you into one of the rooms, claiming your silence as agreement. In a blink, you were in a well decorated room. The walls were cream in color and golden leaves decorated the corners. Threre were shelves of book against one side of the wall and-
"Wait a minute." Snapping out of your trance, you shouted, voice filled with vile, "Loki!"
But sadly, it came too late and the door have already been shut and only his feint mocking voice telling "enjoy!" Was heard from the other side.
You could sighed, pity for your own predicament. Moving towards one of the shelves with a colorful string of curse words following, you might sa well entertain yourself with something. The books were more old, and probably cost more than your soul. Each one was placed neat and organized, neither a speck or spot of dust could be seen. But one particular book caught your eye.
With a gentle finger, you traced the gold imprints on its spine.
Herbs, Medicine and Witchcraft
Unlike everything else, this one book was placed different. It was pulled slightly forward, as if recently placed back but someone else other than the organizer. When you pull it out, you also noticed the small, almost miniscule dirt on its cover. But other than that, it was nothing special.
"I didn't think they'll have this kind of book."
You sat down and flipped on a random page. It was filled with information about different plants that can be used for both medicine and, surprisingly witchcraft. It included their typical use, characteristics, side effects and their locations. And it was very specific too.
"I wonder if I can borrow this."
Page upon page was flipped, despite the fascination dwelling in you, drowsiness became unbearable. It was just so quiet and peaceful here. Maybe a few minutes won't hurt, right?
"Loki will be there for a while anyway. Might as well." Your reasoning seemed to make sense with your tired eyes and you rest your head. Not even bothered by the fact that you used the book as your pillow.
It'll just be few minutes anyway.
It wasn't a few minutes.
Slowly, your eyelids fluttered as consciousness begin to come back. You sighed contently, that nap certainly helped with your mood. You buried your nose deeper into the soft cloth you leaned on and inhaled. It smelled like fresh lilacs and the sun.
You lifted your head and saw, indeed there was a neatly folded cloth on the place of the book. It was pale apricot, almost faded white and now that you are looking properly, it was a short robe?
"I starting to think you were not going to wake up."
Do you know the sound of a startled walrus with a respiratory disease? Imagine that, but worse. That how you sounded as you whipped your head in surprise to the voice. Right beside you was the god of thunder himself, Thor. The difference in size between him and the chair he was resting on was almost comical. You would have laughed if it wasn't for the fact you want to live a longer.
"He-hello Thor-sama." Damnit, what did you stutter?
He casted his eyes sideways to acknowledge your greeting, glacing right back into reading afterwards.
Looking yourself, it was then you noticed the book he was reading was the one you were previously sleeping on.
"It didn't seem like you were using it," his voice was monotone as for usual, "aside as a pillow, that is."
Ahh, the sheer pleasure of being swallowed by the ground right now would be nice.
"Ah! That- I! Yes..." You simply stared at your lap instead, fist clenched tightly on top. Better to stay quiet that to embarrass yourself further.
Thor was in between being an acquaintance and a work friend. Neither of you talked much, aside from greetings and small talk but was more than used to his presence with the number of times you had to deliver things to Loki, enough so that you don't have to tremble everytime you meet.
But sitting this close, in a close space, alone, this was definitely the first time.
And it'll be the last if you're not careful.
The silence was suffocating, for you at least. You have almost jumped in your sit when he flipped a page in the book.
A minute passed and you are so closed to jumping out of the window. The room was too quiet. Making small talk won't be bad at times like this right?
"It's a nice book."
Wow. If you could, you would have hit yourself in the back of your head. Great thinking, really.
He merely nodded and the silence dragged once again.
"There's a lot of useful information in it."
Stop, just stop. Please stop digging your own grave.
"That's why it's a shame to be drooled on."
"I do not drool!"
In the distant, the sound of funeral bells rang clear in your head. The life you lived was good. Your friend will remember what flower you wanted to be placed on your coffin, and she can have your house, maybe even your-
Before you could complete your will, you heard a smallest of chuckle from the other god.
You stared at Thor and sure enough, there's the tiniest arch in his lips. His eyes remains on the pages but - shit - has he always been this pretty?
Between the brief greetings and quick glances, it was hard to appreciate his beauty. Though mostly blank, his face was clear and smooth. Not a single blemish as one might expect from a god who knew battlefield as his home. He was no Aphrodite nor comparable to Paris, but he himself held a beauty of his own. You couldn't quite decide on if it was the light from the window or it was simply him that was glowing?
His neck flexed in the smallest notion as he read. The muscles of his shoulders were relaxed against the table.
Heavens. Those muscles.
You blushed on your thoughts. You tear your eyes away from his physique, the wooden table suddenly very interesting.
"It is rare to see you without Mjolnir, Thor-sama."
"I don't bring him when I read."
"Him?" The question lingered on your head. Was Thor one of 'those' people?
"Do you read often?"
"Are you interested in herbal medicine?"
"Is that so?" Your answer was awkward just as the air around you. But to the very least, the tension have eased out knowing that he didn't obliterate you so far.
Curse you and your need to fill in the silence.
"May I ask why you are reading a book about witchcraft? You do not seem the type to be interested in it." Realizing what you said was potentially insulting, you quickly apologized, eyes wide as you tried to explain. "Not that you don't look like it! What I mean is, um, - that." You stumbled over your own words with nervousness but he simply kept his eyes in the book, barely even glancing at you.
"... give you." His voice made you stop with your gibberish. Catching only the tail-end of his words, you looked at him questioningly. Only then did you realize that it has almost been a minute since he flipped a page, almost as if your question startled him as well.
"Ma-may you repeat that?"
There was a short pause before his answer came.
"So that I know what to give you."
Furrowed brows and confused eyes marked your features.
"So that I know what to give you."
His words repeated in your head, like an stubborn echo inside a cavern.
"I know what to give you."
"You're the Persistent Santa?!" The chair you previously sat on collided with the floor with a loud "thud". Hands planted heavily against the table, you casted accusing eyes to him.
Before any other words were uttered, your senses made its way back to your head like a harsh slap of water. You just yelled at the strongest Norse god. You might as well have dug your own hole and painted your tombstone.
But all fear and confusion left you as you stare at the fore mentioned god. He was not glancing down anymore but instead his eyes found its place opposite of your direction. And if one would look close, really intently stared, the faintest of red could be seen blooming in his cheeks.
Thor is blushing.
"You shouldn't be shouting here." His voice did not have the same air of threat and authority it usually holds. If your ears were right, it almost sounded like he was embarrassed.
Silently picking up the fallen chair, you sat down with your eyes burning holes the robe infront of you. Which you have almost forgotten was there.
Thinking back to the times you interacted with him, one word would usually come to mind. Quiet. He would acknowledge your presence or sometimes even greet you during the times you bump into one another but has never to made a conversation. Compared to Loki, you have always figured that maybe he was just more refined.
It wasn't until you heard his tale from your friend that you have gathered a sort of fear towards him. You knew how gods are, how vile and wrathful they are. And a god of his caliber could wipe you with a single flicker of his finger.
You would now bow and act more politely to him. Going as far as trying to avoid any contact with him.
But now sitting a mere foot apart, you felt no threat. No danger. And only then did you realize that you have never really felt any danger to begin with. When he speaks, he did not have the murderous aura that they claim to choke anyone. He had never given you any reason to fear him, it was only you who decided to believed other's opinion.
As if a trigger, his head turned to you upon hearing your timid voice but you dare not look at his eyes.
"Not just for yelling."
Where did you get the courage to cut him off? You do not know. But, still with the false bravery, you continued.
"I mean, I have been very rude to you for a long time,"
"You have never been mean to me and I only returned the gesture by fearing you without any basis of."
With every fiber of yours screaming otherwise, you turned to look at him in the eye.
"I'm really sorry."
The longer you look into those golden eyes the more the heat on your neck spreads to your cheeks.
Guess his hair isn't the only thing red now.
"It's nothing," surprisingly it was Thor who turned away first. This time though, you eyes remained on him with a small smile. Youu have been missing out on so many things. But now, you have the eternity to catch up. And you're sure as hell you will.
You laughed a bit, a sound that you did not notice brought a smile on his own lips.
"Why did you give me those gift anyway."
He turned his head to the other direction, but your keen eyes could see his tainted red ears.
"Loki said gifts were a good way to get close to someone." You grinned.
"I should have known better than listen to him."
His words dragged a loud laugh from you. The thought of him asking Loki, of all people for an advice was something you thought you'll never hear. And the small pout in his voice upon the next statement both brought you giddiness and butterflies.
Your hands instinctively covered your mouth, but still the sounds slipped through. And if you would have opened your eyes that moment, you would have seen the adoration in Thor's as he watches you.
Yes, it was embarrassing to ask his cousin for advice and finding those herbs was a hard task. But if seeing you like this, with lips arch into the most beautiful smile he have seen filled with happiness he once thought he couldn't bring you, then he would do it a thousand more.
Outside the closed doors, Loki grinned at himself. Trying to get you two was a pain with how standoffish Thor was by this was the most entertainment he had for a long time.
"What the hell are you doing?" It was one of Odin's crow that screeched from beging, as they watch the god smiling, and by experience it never means well.
"Oh nothing," he sing-songed. He floated pass his uncle but never before saying,
"Hope you're ready for grandkids!"
But they did not receive an answer, only a chorus of laughter from the god of mischief as he drift away.
If you don't know who's Circe is, she's a witch in the Greek mythology that turned sailors into pigs. Odysseus met her during his travel home from the Trojan war. She turned his men into pig too. And it's a book of Madeline Miller too! You should really read her books.
This was requested by @tenshi-san and I apologize that I might have strayed too far from your prompt. I really hope I did your husbando some justice. He was so hard to write because that only thing I can see him as is bored😂. But I hope you still like it!
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Could I please request The Obey Me brothers reacting to having MC come to their room in the middle of the night because she’s scared after watching a horror movie. Currently can’t sleep because I’m in this predicament 😅
The Brothers With A Fem! MC Who Can't Sleep After Watching A Horror Movie
He was going through the massive like of paperwork on his desk and groaned when his gaze fell on the massive pile of bills addressed to Mammon. Lucifer's hair would have turned grey by now, if not for him being a demon and all.
But then he heard a knock on his door, and looking at the time wondered who it could be at this hour, but allowed the person to enter, nonetheless..
So MC can't sleep because she watched a horror movie..? Whoever dare to show her the movie will now be hung upside-down tomorrow....ruining both his and her schedule....and if MC was watching it by her own choice... She's going to get scolded...a bit...
But Lucifer's pride gets a boost because MC seeked HIM out because she couldn't sleep. Well, want some warm milk....or some cuddles?
The last part Lucifer did not say out loud.
Soon, MC was fast asleep in his arms as he went through some documents, and Lucifer soon gave up writing and joined MC, because the sight of their sleeping face made him melt....
He was dreaming of bathing in a giant pile of Grimm when MC came knocking on his door...and he opened the door while grumbling, but seeing it was MC looking frightened he softened a bit...
When MC told him she had watched a horror movie he laughed at her expense, but when he found out the name of the movie he too shivered...because that movie gave him nightmares...
Perhaps you would prefer watching a comedy, or listen to The Great Mammon's achievements, what about that ?!
Mammon is over the moon because MC sought him out over his brothers...take that !
MC fell asleep on his chest as he was reciting to her the story of how he escaped bravely from a witch...hey! No sleeping when I'm telling my tales of valour and courage!
But MC looked so adorable that Mammon blushed and slowly, shakily wrapped his arms around her..
Only seek the Great Mammon out when you can't sleep, okay?!
The pair was found snuggled up together the next morning..
He was going through his twentieth anime episode when a knock was heard. The time was a bit..strange to say the least...but Levi asked for the password, and soon MC stepped in.
MC, of all people, in his room, late at night?! What does MC want...? Okay, that came out a bit harsh...
Then he learnt that MC could not sleep because of a horror movie...totally like Mammon!
He will offer for them to watch some slice of animes with him, or play some DevilCraft, the soothing music makes him sleep right away...
MC settled next to him in his bathtub, and she was so close....that Levi's heart was beating so fast it might jump out of his chest...
It makes him all warm inside to know that MC chose him for comfort!
And then MC fell asleep against his shoulder as they were watching another episode....the calming music must have put them to sleep...
Leviathan didn't dare move from his position, lest MC woke up, even if his heart was threatning to malfunction...
He was peacefully asleep when a knock on the door woke him up...he's a bit slow in his movements and speech at first, and assumed it was an emergency, because why would someone come to his room at such an hour?
But then he saw MC standing there with a scared look on her face...
Satan led her inside after getting to know she couldn't sleep because of a movie..and offered her some tea to calm her down...
If MC wants, Satan will read to her. His voice is so calming that it puts one to sleep so quickly...
Or cat videos! Although Satan may get too excited and forget his own need for sleep...
He will point to MC out all the silly details of the movie, and some of the cast's crappy acting to make her laugh..
When they both were going through one of Satan's favourite novels, he felt MC go slack against his shoulder...
She had fallen asleep in the crook of his neck, just like a cat!
He falls asleep with a smile on his face, feeling at peace.
Who dare interrupt him during his beauty sleep! Who dare, who has the fucking audacity- oh, it's MC.
Asmodeus was ready to tear into the person who dare wake him up, but then he saw MC at the door with a scared look on her face, and he motioned for her to come inside.
Asmo can remedy your sleep pretty quickly! A self-care session in the middle of the night along with some gossip ought to do it!
He will listen as MC talks about the horror movie they watched, and advise MC to not watch such movies again, as horror movies lead to stress, and stress is bad for the skin!
He and MC were browsing through trendy Devilgram posts when he asked MC her opinion on a dress and saw that she had fallen asleep.
He almost squealed at how cute MC looked, but wait, they forgot to moisturize!!!
After her skin had been hydrated enough by him, he tucked himself into bed alongside MC and turned off the lights- but he couldn't sleep because MC's cuteness was too much for him...
He was in the middle of his sixth pudding while raiding the fridge at night when he saw MC standing behind him with a scared look..
He was confused for a moment, but then passed her a bar of chocolate, and when he found out she couldn't sleep due to a horror movie, he out down his pudding and offered for her to sleep in his bed.
The demon also grabbed some hot cocoa along the way. He led MC to the bed and handed her a cup before settling besides her.
If MC wants, he will recite to her the tales of when they were children, and how Belphegor refused to part from his pillow when he was a child, opting to cling to it like a koala, and Lucifer had no option but to carry the pillow around with Belphegor clinging to it.
When he was about to get up to grab some more food for his stomach that might growl any moment, he saw that MC had fallen asleep against him, with his hand under her head as a pillow.
Well, he can't get up now. Perhaps a text to Belphegor, requesting him to bring some snacks to his bed might do it...
He was asleep in the Planetarium when he felt himself being shaken awake by MC. It's a miracle that Belphegor even woke up, perhaps it was due to her scent...
When he got to know she couldn't sleep after watching a horror movie, he cackled a bit at MC's expense but offered for them to out down their pillow next to his.
He will tell MC about the constellations in the sky, and the stories behind them, and even about that time when he and Satan replaced Lucifer's shampoo with pink hair dye....
His voice is soothing and puts one to sleep so quickly...
Rest assured MC, if you sleep next to Belphegor you won't have nightmares, because he's there to protect you from them . You'll have the best dreams!
He was telling her about Lucifer's peculiar cleaning habits when he looked down to find MC asleep, nuzzled against his chest...
It's a good thing, because he will sleep now too and join her dreams.
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Puss in boots and the lost kingdom. By Abriel woodoford.
Chapter 1. The Legend of the Magic gems of Elemental.
After Puss got back through time from San Lorenzo he and Dulcinea are now having a adventure on their horse.
That night they were rest with a fireplace Puss asked. How did she come back that day they found out she's the third Tulpa created by a great Mage.
Just then Puss saw something he walked to see what it was a stone. The cat he knows.
"El Guante Blanco?!" Puss was in shocked.
Dulcinea saw him.
"What happened to him?" Asked Dulcinea
"I don't know someone must've turned him to stone" said Puss. "Maestro can you hear me?" He tried again "Are you in there?!" There was no answer Puss needed a way to turn him back until the Magic happen. When Puss touched the stone even if Magic came from that battle and when Dulcinea brought him back from death with love.
"What the?" Puss didn't know what is happening he feels Magic in his chest. "What'a going on?!"
The Magic turned El Guante back from the stone as it breaks.
"Puss are you okay?!" Dulcinea asked
"Yeah I'm fine" Puss answered "That was confusing"
Puss was in shocked that El Guante was injured he fell as Puss catches him.
Dulcinea helps with Puss carrying El Guante back with the fireplace and help sent him down.
"What happened?" Asked Puss
"Ginger..." El Guante speaks "we're not safe here someone's coming!"
"Who did this to you?!" Puss asked
"No time to explain we must run now" El Guante warned.
"Halt!" It was one of the guards in black found 3 kitty cats.
"Woah!" Said Dulcinea "Who are they?"
"Well well hello El Guante blanco" said the guard "you're that greatest hero of all time defected a dragon"
"They know you?" Puss is confused
"What are you planning on doing with us?" Asked El Guante
"It's not us planning it's the princess who plan this" the guard said "Princess Lydia"
Puss and Dulcinea gasped.
Puss got no choice but to fight them.
"No one injures my Maestro!" Puss said in anger.
"Wait Puss be careful!" El Guante said "those guards are gonna get you"
Puss fight the guards with his sword he is really good at fighting.
When the guards were defected 3 cats make a run for it.
"Get them!" Said the guards
"Run!" Said El Guante Blanco
Unfortunately El Guante was still a old cat.
"I think we lost them" said Dulcinea
"Puss you still have not introduce me to your lovely lady here" said El Guante
Dulcinea giggles. Puss forgot he went back through time he just remembered in san Lorenzo they had adventure to make El blanco young again.
"Yes this is Dulcinea" Puss said
Just then they said other stones Shadow Coco Jack Tina princess and princess Linda.
"Who are they?" Asked Puss
"Ginger there's something I should tell you" El Guante tells Puss. "They are from the lost kingdom of Fantasy and that's Lydia's sister Princess Linda she is beauty and a good witch she heals people with Magic she's the daughter of Lorna the Elemental witch."
Puss understood. "Why didn't you mention this before?" He asked "back when you taught me fighting"
"It's just a long story Puss" El Guante sighed. "You know that magic you used to turn me back to normal?"
"But I don't know where it came from" said Puss
Dulcinea remembers she was in controlled as the third Tulpa and Magic got Puss almost killed him. She was so afraid to tell him.
"I guess I could try it" said Puss as he touched the stone.
The Magic turned them back to normal
"We're ... back" Shadow said but he still got shaky leg.
"Father?" Coco worried Shadow is still very injured by a explosion.
"I am fine" said Shadow when he looked down he gasped "El Guante Blanco"
" El Guante blanco!" Princess Linda got so happy she hugged him tight.
"Good to see you too" said El Guante
"Oh no what happened to you?" Asked Linda
"First up I am old cat" El Guante explained "second the guards happened I got injured by them"
"Ouch" said Jack the Bunny
"By the way this is my ginter Puss and his ninja Dulcinea" El Guante said
"I've heard about Puss in boots before" said princess Linda "he saved the town from a giant goose!"
"You knew that?" Asked Puss
"Yeah!" Linda said with excitement
"I am Shadow the Dark wolf" Shadow starts "This Is my son Coco and the bunny is Jack the kitty is Princess and a Alchemist fairy Tina and Linda the princess of the lost kingdom of Fantasy"
"Yes and my older sister Lydia" Linda said "She got the darkness in her mother tried to help her but it was too late and my mother got turned to stone including all the villagers Puss can you help me? She asked "You're the Adventurer and the greatest hero"
Princess Linda really needs help Puss looked at her.
"Okay how can I help?" Asked Puss
"The Magical Gems of Elemental are missing" princess Linda explained "my mother made them but now they are gone without them our town is doomed and only you Puss in boots can find them and use them to save the world the darkness will come to other places too"
Puss got in shocked when Linda said other places he realized the darkness would come to his own home and his mother.
"Oh no" said Puss "Even my own home and my mama okay I will do it."
"Oh thank you Puss!" Said Linda
They have a carriage with Linda's unicorn Goldie.
"Goldie we gotta go find the first gem" said Linda as they go into a carriage
"On it" said goldie she ran to move the carriage.
El Guante was still injured so Puss and Dulcinea helped to put him on a couch.
"That's a nice carriage you have there" said Puss
"Thank you" said Linda "we go here to survive from turn to stones during our Adventure okay so the first gem is what you have to find Puss wherever we're going and we'll find out the gems are Earth Ice Fire Water storm wind and Light if you find them you'll be able to save the world"
"But they could be powerful" El Guante said "I will teach you to control them"
"Okay I accept" said Puss
So they are on their way to find the Magic gems of Elemental before getting to the Lost kingdom.
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a spring flower, forced to bloom in winter;
━━ hey, isn’t that GABRIELLE DELACOUR? i read a daily prophet article on them, once ; the TWENTY-TWO year old ¼ VEELA WITCH is a BEAUXBATONS alumnus who has gone on to be CURRENTLY UNEMPLOYED. i’ve heard they can be quite OPEN MINDED & CHARMING, but i don’t know… they came off very ENTITLED & SCATTER-BRAINED in that interview. it really is hard to know what to believe these days though, isn’t it? [ lux, 21, utc-5, she/her ]
about. stats. musings. home.
- once upon a time there was a girl;
who opened her eyes to the world, taking everything in as soon as she could. she was born in nice, france with a silver spoon in her mouth, doting parents and the best oldest sister anyone could wish for. her childhood was easy, a bit too easy maybe, if you consider those first years the key to building life skills and character. her sister, being eight years older, was her role model and the apple on her parent’s eyes. fleur left for beauxbatons when gabrielle was still a little child, filling her head with stories about magical creatures, blue uniforms and an infinite amount of spells every winter and summer break she came to visit. she was delighted when she finally turned ten and got to attend, making her parents buy her too many supplies and a cat that ran away as soon as it got the chance. her first year was shaping up to be perfect, her last name, veela blood and preceding reputation helped on the friend department, and school wasn’t quite easy but it wasn’t hard either, earning her sufficient enough grades. it was all great until her sister decided to join the triwizard tournament, taking gabrielle to hogwarts with her, everyone confident beauxbatons would get their sixty-second win. she wasn’t expecting to almost drown under a lake, or to actually presence a death (her first, but no the last), or any of the things that would follow in the next years that would leave her, and the others around, deeply scarred.
- and a shadow;
her sister left beauxbatons and it was up to gabrielle to follow her legacy, a role she was too stubborn, too scared, too different to fill. in her eyes, she couldn’t hold a flame to everything fleur had managed to be, drowning in the expectations everyone seemed to have of her. her first year had left a mark on her, and she decided she wanted to run as far away as she could from anything related to you-know-who, and the impeding war. she retreated and shed who she was, leaving behind the tiny fleur-look alike, and becoming pink-haired gabrielle, who was charming, flirty and everything her parents once told her not to be. she gained the attention from boys and girls, batting her long eyelashes and wide hips to bend wills, but it took her until her fifth year to truly realize it was the latter’s she really craved. she got her heart broken by a girl she never even confessed to, locked her feelings deep to never give others a reason to knock her off the delacour pedestal even further, attended the worst wedding in the history of weddings (got deeply scarred by it too), and got whisked away by her parents and sent back to nice, where she only received news of the war while her friends, her family, her sister, risked their lives. what a way to end her fifth year.
- and a fallen princess;
tucked away in her ivory tower, gabrielle felt useless. she wasn’t truly rushing to go to war, didn’t think she would be any good either, but she knew she could’ve done something, anything. kids younger than her were getting hurt, even dying, while she got to eat breakfast in bed and swim in her grandmother’s pool, only stopping once everyday to receive an owl from her parents, who tried to sugarcoat everything that happened. she felt guilty, and guilty about feeling guilty, disappointed she wasn’t brave enough to even try to fight. then harry potter died, and everyone tried to return to normal. her sixth year was surreal, everything was so normal it felt wrong, battle scars were ignored and classes were continued as if nothing had happened. some of the students that had bravely fought in hogwarts decided to transfer there, and those who returned weren’t really excited to mingle with their fellow students, knowing they would never understand what it actually was like. gabrielle remembered the icy heavy air she felt when the death eaters’s attacked, still feels it every night around her neck, choking her to sleep. one night she decided to learn how to conjure her patronous for extra protection, only to be able to produce a shapeless glimmer of light that failed to soothe her nightmares. quickly her sixth year ended, and then the seventh rushed by, leaving her head spinning with possibilities, and future jobs, and tests she managed to pass by and expectations all over again. she decided to wait, to take some time off and find out who she was. her parent’s wealth afforded her the time to sit down “to figure out” her life, but so far it has only tangled up further, forcing her to watch her friends grow up and make real lives without her.
- any girl (22, 23ish) willing to plot a past attraction! im here for unrequited love (that maybe wasn’t unrequited)
- a best friend (22, 23ish, any gender). gabrielle needs someone to ground her 100%
- anyone really! i want to interact with everyoneeee
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What's your fav book
oh my god i love this ask, yes! i would love to talk about my favorite silly little word collections. i’ll write down some of the most enjoyable things that come up in my mind right now, i’ll exclude all philosophy & non fiction to simplify it:
i’m a slut for shakespeare, i pretty much love all of his plays (taming of the shrew being the exception) but if i were to point out my Favorite One i would go for the midsummer night’s dream
i loove high fantasy with cool magic systems so everything by robert jordan & brandon sanderson hits my sweet spot
not to kin dean winchester but kurt vonnegut has to appear on here so let’s throw cat’s cradle
the riyria chronicles have been my comfort read for years
idk if i should list poetry but wisława szymborska, emily dickinson & zbigniew herbert
not to embarras myself further but i also fry my brain up with those sweet sweet ya books and with that in mind: with the fire on high by elizabeth acevado, sadie by courtney summers, dark and deepest red by anna marie mclemore, sea witch by sarah henning
tale of two cities and other books by charles dickens
i am unfortunately not immune to maggie stiefvater, especially the raven cycle & all the crooked saints
also not immune to the all for the game cycle
i’ve already recovered from the Donna Tartt Obsession syndrome but she’s still among my favorites
pretty much everything by victor hugo
if on a winter’s night a traveler is for sure in the top10
from my newer obsessions: the empress of salt and fortune by nghi vo
the four seasons by laurel corona awekened something within me as a teen reading it
i’m still reading my way through ursula le guin but she deserves a place on here
lust for life by irving stone makes me cry every time
i promised not to list non fiction but mary beard has impacted my reading lately soo.. let’s throw her & her funny little ancient rome books in there
madelline miller!! she’s awesome!!
wolf hall by hilary mantel is one of the best written books i’ve read recently
also ladies! you should check out david elliot, he’s great for anybody with a soft spot for history & lyrical poetry
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(⚠️THESE GIFS AREN’T MINE⚠️)
Warning: A few headcanons are nsfw, and a few mentions of murder.
~These two, are the most romantic women ever on their own but together? You might just get a tooth ache from all of the sweetness.
~These women actually have a lot in common, they touch up on some magic, both great dancers, very romantic!
~You have a goth girlfriend and a 60’s styled witch girlfriend!
~They will cook for you even if you’d insist you’ll do it yourself. But they would like for you to help them clean.
~When it comes to sex, ohh man it’s gonna be the best you’ll ever have hands down!
~Elaine is soft, Tiffany is more on the rougher side but they’ll switch it up. Speaking of which they’re both switch, and they’re very good at playing their roles.
~Tiffany is probably the kinkiest of you three, she is a hard dom and needs to get the frustration out of her system if she’s having a shitty day.
~And since Tiff is a homicidal killer, she’d encourage Elaine and yourself to do the same. Well, Elaine has got that covered already, just doesn’t like to get her hands dirty.
~But if you’re killing with them, or for them they’ll be putty in your hands.
~They would prefer to do the killings themselves, but say if a poor bastard tried to get away from Elaine or Tiff, and somehow ran into you for help only to meet his fate when you offed him, they’ll have heart eyes for you forever.
~Prepare for some sweet and long lasting love making heaven for the rest of the day and/or night. (I can write a fic of that if anyone wants it?🤷🏼♀️)
~They are different in style but actually have a lot in common.
~But yet both styles are both amazing. The girls sometimes even agree to switch styles to see how they look. Perfect of course!
~Elaine in goth clothing and Tiffany in classy vintage;👌
~But they would definitely want you to try on their clothes of course. It doesn’t matter what gender you are you’d still look so cute in them!
~When they let you have a nice day to yourself or with your family, the girls will be at home having, ‘girl talk’ while taking baths, doing nails, makeup, witchcraft, voodoo, etc.
~But if you though to these girls wouldn’t fight, you thought wrong!
~They’re like viscous cats that claw and hiss. They would argue and fight over the dumbest things.
~Hair products, makeup, polish, clothes, who takes so long in the bathroom, etc.
~So you’ll have to help find peace. Never side with one of them! The other won’t talk to you for a long time.
~Tiffany is the more immature and stubborn one of the two so Elaine finds herself apologizing first.
~But after she does, Tiffany will apologize after and they’re best friends and lovers again!
~Without you, they say they wouldn’t be complete. You’re the missing puzzle piece to their relationship.
~On your anniversaries, they’re full of love and passion.
~A planned fancy dinner reservation, beautiful and revealing fancy clothing, and nice laughs and sweet talkin’.
~As soon as you’re home, the room is dimmed with lit candles as the moonlight is waving over the bedroom with the girls on top of you and praising.
~Once you find out Elaine’s cat had passed away, and you and Tiff get a little kitten she will cherish and praise you two. Believing your both her soulmates.
~All three of you are a romantic and loving Poly relationship, and Elaine and Tiffany won’t let you go any time soon, or ever. Whatever it takes.
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@cipotiko said: "Hi, I would like to know more about the third eye <3"
Hello, lovely! I hope the day has treated you well.
As for this particular topic, I think my opinions/thoughts on this might be a bit . . . outside of the mainstream, but since you sent in a request, I'll happily share some of my perspective.
A lot of people associate the "third eye" (in quotes because I can, not because I think this is the wrong interpretation of it), with a metaphysical, eye-shaped focus point on their forehead. Many even see the opening of this point as a spiritual awakening and an irreversible turning point in one's . . . idk, is 'being' the right word here?
I am more used to the term Sight. That is what I'm comfortable with at least.
For me, a person's "third eye" is better known as their inner eye, not necessarily a set, eye-shaped point, but rather the eye within that should be directed out to view the whole - or what can be currently perceived as such - picture. Sure, if your Sight hasn't really been used or experimented with much, then I can see how some view its opening as an awakening. In my hereditary practice, however, an awakening is more. That's the best way to put it, unfortunately, without going into too much detail; it is simply more.
A witch's Sight is very important and often neglected, in my opinion, though I'm sure not in an intentional manner. There is a lot of emphasis placed on . . . I won't say "surface level" components of a practice, but maybe technical is the right way? For instance, I give out steps and ingredients - if I'm feeling generous - but I don't discuss much, if anything at all, about the deeper parts of what I'm doing, none of the spiritual core, significance, or roots. Translating this over to the topic at hand, there is a lot of "breathe and look at this sigil" or "opening your eye will make you see things you might not be ready to see." In this way, the root, or the significance, behind these statements and instructions are lost, and thereby those who try them without proper consideration lose the center of where their mental space ought to be or begin at, and the results they desire are not guaranteed to follow. Some novices then turn and seek out the idea of forcing the third eye open instead.
I will not advocate not forcing your way through. What happens, happens and what will happen, will happen. Also, I don't care much at all whether someone else decides to try it or not; it impacts me not at all.
I can only say that there is a certain truth to the trite old saying that "with great power comes great responsibility." There are many things that go bump in the night and even more in the day.
That all being said, there is more than one way to skin a cat and several times over ways to gain access/control over your own Sight. And quite a few ways too to have it stolen away again.
This is probably not what you were looking for, but it's what came to mind 😂 Sorry if it gave you 0 new information
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