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ddejavvu · 1 year

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mvm! maybe poly!maraudeers with a wispy, cute, fae-like reader! mischievous but well meaning, sly and sweet; reader definitely tries to trick one/all into giving their names all the time, so she can keep hardcore courting them and they can belong to each other. its a fae thing, and faes like coveting pretty things :] mainly thinkin abt slyly courting them in ways they absolutely do not notice at first, till like, remus decides to read up and study on fae behaviour, and he has an ‘oh’ moment

cute little tidbits that i love :) - shes notrious for managing to steal away pretty little trinkets, and its well known how much faes love and protect their treasures, so as a courting tactic, she gives (im thinking more along the lines of james) some really pretty blueish seaglass because it matches his eyes! sirius definitely flirts cheesily, saying he can be her treasure/pretty thing, she could steal HIM away, and readers just like.. “thats the plan :]”. another little thought.. she definitely manages to actually, genuinely, physically fluster even sirius sometimes, like, she'll make an offhand comment about like, how cute his babies will be if they get his nose! or his pretty cheekbones! and sirius sits there like :]

okay so we all had a tinkerbell phase as kids right? the animated movies of pixie hollow? well, thats how i imagine reader dresses too, however out of place it may seem - like how adults go disney bounding as their fav character, she`ll do that in public but she still has a very fae-ish outfit and look about her. and i cant begin to tell you how obsessed remus is with this. like, hes got his scars that are usually one of the first things people glue their eyes to, but with you next to him? they focus on the suspiciously authentic bag made of large green leafs, or the numerous flowers braided into your hair constantly, or the way you smell so divine, like lavender and honey, or vanilla and forest wood, or the way your eyes are so captivating that they cant help but feel a pull towards you (fae characteristics <3). on another note, you CANNOT TELL ME that big, sweetheart, ‘sometimes head empty brrrr’ james potter does not stare off into space sometimes, lip between his teeth, eyes glazed over and a bit widened, lazer focused on how your thighs look spilling out of your leaf dress (maybe a dress like tinkerbells - short and earthy and sweet, as a little visual aid :) ) the man just wants to bite, like actually bite the fat and grip your hips with his big hands and let his brain go dead. this phenomenon is made especially apparent when you discover lingerie and how pretty so much of it is!! the sweet lace and the cute cups and theres so. many. designs. you must get opinions all round on every single piece. probably wind up with them all suddenly being marvellously busy though, theyll walk through the door, spot the store bags from victorias secret on the couch, and beeline right back out. they physically just.. cannot. they cant put themselves through that and come out unaffected on the other side.

maybe she gets a bit worried/downtrodden one day and ofc they notice. the issue? “why arent you guys accepting my courting?? am i doing it wrong? its my first time so idk if im doing it right :((“ james definitely was clueless up until this point, no matter how many times both sirius and remus have hinted that shes been doing this, but for some reason, hes the only one who knows how to properly navigate this situation. he, quick as a whip, snags a pair of his old, broken, beaten up glasses and presses em into her hand - an offering, a courting recipricant, a trinket!!! - with the biggest smile on his face. the glasses have so much tape around the middle, one of the legs are hanging off, and the lenses are almost smashed entirely, but one mans trash is another mans treasure :DD readers just like “oh :)) thanks :))”, probably a little breathy and shy but with a beaming smile to match because give the girl a break, its her first time recieving a courting trinket of all things!! its like, the human equivilent of snogging someone before holding their hand!!

i only know little things about fae from stuff ive read in the past, but this is just an interpretation based on common things i can remember about them, if any of it is inaccurate im sorry!

(any time i send any of these little paragraphs in, i dont expect anything in return btw! its mainly just like, emptying the trashcan of thoughts in my head into a space where someone else might enjoy em! like, yk, here u go! read this like its ur a 1950s husband reading the newspaper in the morning! lmao makes no sense but then at least the little imaginations and ideas dont get lost into the world of my brain and someone else can have at em :) )

baby!!! i am not educated enough on fae aus to write one (at least, not yet) so i will be more reacting to this than i am adding to it but let me just tell you that i loved reading it!! i mean it when i say that every time you send something into my inbox i thoroughly enjoy it, i swear you write me your own little fanfictions and they're the highlights of my day no matter who they're about <33333

SGSNDF THEY'D BE SO SMUG IF THEY FOUND OUT THEY WERE 'PRETTY THINGS' TO YOU... they keep all of your little gifts tucked into their pockets except they might need a new home because you're just always giving them more and they can't fit them all in their pockets!!

YES REMUS AND HIS LITTLE FAIRY GF :'))) UGHHH he definitely spoils her with pretty jewelry and things to wear and bags to carry and he'll learn to make flower crowns just for her :'))

SGSDNFNSF YES fashion show!! you twirl around and show off the skimpy little sets you'd bought and everyone needs a very long, intensive cold shower after the fact </33

AWWW JAMES'S GLASSES :')) he blames it on the fact that he's overly sentimental that he even still has them, but he's so glad he never tossed them as he watches your eyes shine and your breath hitch when he presents you with them :') sirius probably gives you a guitar pick of his and remus lets you have a pretty bookmark of his with a little golden tassel on it :')

i want you to know that i fully plan on answering every single ask you send/have sent me, they are always so fantastic and i know i still have a few but i just reread two of them the other day and got all giddy and excited to expand on it so trust me i know there's no pressure but i want to do them anyways!!! seriously you make my day with these they're probably my favorite type of asks to get is like full stories :')) thank you for being so sweet all the time and thank you for sharing your ideas with me!!!!

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ceo-of-sloppy-men · 8 months

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What if Zevlor's with a Rogue Tav who brings him stolen goods (from the enemies and bad guys) like how Scratch finds miscellaneous stuff for em as gifts. Especially anything shiny and enchanted.

He's just accepted it at this point

Tav had to assure him that everything is from enemies and bad people, so that he doesn't feel bad for them just stealing random people's stuff

he's had a chest that he keeps everything inside of. Then Tav stole him a bag of holding and now he keeps everything in there

some of the things are useful. Some are just pretty. He loves them all the same

sometimes when he goes into town he'll sell a trinket or two that he doesn't need for some gold in order to get supplies. Tav'll just steal him more stuff later, he's pretty sure they don't even remember half of what they've already given him

when he finally settles down, he has a shelf of all the trinkets he treasures the most. Some of them are understandable (pretty gems, or gorgeous weapons). Some of them are more eclectic (a demon skull, and a Dijin lamp).

he treasures each and every trinket, dusting them every few weeks and adding to his collection constantly

#bg3 #bg3 zevlor #tav x zevlor #zevlor x tav #bg3 headcanons #ask answer

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ithirealdice · 1 month

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All of these new earrings just dropped on my site! All of my jewelry is hypoallergenic, and the studs/hooks are stainless steel.

I always have a BOGO offer, so check em out. 💖

#ttrpg community #cute earrings #handmade earrings #earrings #cute jewelry #jewelry #jewellery #anime jewelry #anime earrings

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eluxcastar · 1 year

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Hi there, how are you? Could I request Pierro and the Little One on each other birthdays? This could a headcanon thing or a short story thing, I don’t mind!

I’m rather new to tumblr and haven’t had many interactions with others, so I’m not well acquainted yet with the culture, so if there’s like an unwritten rule I broke (I’ve read through your written rules dw) I hope you’ll pardon me!

I won’t bother you more than I have to, have a nice day you! :D

-Greenhorn anon

Papa Pierro on baby's birthday

── ୨୧：pierro & reader

୨୧﹑synopsis :: birthdays are special for most little kids, and you are certainly no exception to that, even when it isn't your own birthday.

୨୧﹑genre :: fluff

୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, child reader, someone take cake away from this kid, not proofread because I'm allergic

୨୧﹑words :: 1390

ok first of all this is adorable second of all you're fine bb cause if you broke any unwritten rules I sure don't know em and third of all not one of you motherfuckers have a dad /j

I'm kidding I'm kidding but if I actually did my requests in order this would be the fourth papa pierro part do y'all want me to put them all in one place for you to find easily or something if I make more

all papa pierro posts

your birthday is always a special day of the year, the days leading up to it are lonely and you sit around wondering if your beloved papa will really be home for your birthday, because he's always ridiculously busy around that time of year specifically for some reason.

without fail, Pierro is always home on your birthday for you to wake up to him and spend the entire day with him, as little do you realise he spends the days leading up to your birthday working overtime in order to clear enough of his workload in advance to take the whole day off to spend with you. he doesn't share this with you solely as he doesn't see the point in it, he knows that regardless of if he has to spend many long nights with you left in the care of a babysitter the year he leaves you alone on your birthday is the day he spends it in the afterlife because nothing is stopping this man from making it home for your birthday let alone paperwork and a few minor incidents that needed his attention. nobody causes trouble unless they're so far outside of Pierro's jurisdiction that they don't risk facing that kind of wrath.

however, back with you Pierro is returned to simply being your Father, with absolutely zero responsibilities and cares aside from making sure you have fun and get to eat all the cake you want so you can go to bed sick and complaining of a tummy ache.

obviously the sore stomach you get out of it is not ideal, though you coming to him arms grabbing at the air to be picked up is a plus side of that as it means you usually are about ready to settle down and just cuddle on the couch for a while.

sometimes you find some restraint, to maybe save some cake to take to school with you and maybe even share, but you've barely gotten to the part where you don't eat half of it yourself and try to feed the other half to him so sharing with other people is a bit of a silly pipe dream. obviously he doesn't eat that other half of the cake but in his absence you certainly will within another day or two, thankfully the first time he figured that out he then made sure to get a smaller cake to save you from sugar overdose.

like a kid at Christmas he leaves all your presents out for you, usually collected the previous days from your school friends or from other Harbingers or fatuus who gave them to Pierro to forward to you, often your former and current babysitters or those you meet in the course of being babysat who pick up little trinkets for you to enjoy, including old objects you find interest in in Pulcinella's quarters or Tartaglia's interesting idea of 'toys' like that one time he got his hands on the staff of an abyss made having seen your plush toy more times than one.

you treasured that one too much for it to go to the pile of questionable presents which were mysteriously lost.

also never in the pile though to his slight dismay at the sheer amount of them you managed to gather over the years is Sandrone's handmade presents — usually toys or dolls. her skill makes her like the cool aunt of your birthday. on the same side of things you treasure your most interesting presents come from Scaramouche who finds you fairly harmless objects during his trips to the abyss which he's sure considering your possibly natural infatuation with it that you'll enjoy them.

this also so happens to be your struggle on Pierro's birthday as many will give him courteous gifts but not put a whole lot of thought into it until you come knocking, using one of the many days you're inevitably being babysat in order to find and harass one of his attendants into taking you out under the guise of you wanting food and her not having time nor ingredients to make it for you. your trips to the market are usually fine like this as you find something you're very convinced your Papa will like.

regardless of what it is, his attendant still accompanying you knows he will, not necessarily because it was something Pierro needed or particularly wanted but because it was your little hands that gave it to him with a big smile and a happy birthday.

truthfully he ordinarily would probably never spare a second glance at the gift you got him, because it's not exactly high on his list of wants. he knows about your little adventures getting it, and from watching you pick out other gifts that you do have at least some method to your little spell of madness, so you must've put thought into it. but what makes it different from some random item is that you gifted it to him, and that along takes that from useless junk to a priceless treasure.

his birthdays are not as important to him, though you spend some of the day home together. you eat a nice warm meal and give him the present which you surely spent a lot of time on picking as he's very thankful for it, and he likes it a lot. it's enough to make you quite proud of yourself for your gift picking skills. there's no cake, though you both may go out and buy a single slice of cake each to eat. if he lets you have too much cake more than once a year you may develop too much of a sweet tooth.

the only reason he celebrates at all is because you still get excited about his birthday, not yet quite understanding that he's celebrated so many of them that he's not exactly thrilled by them anymore, but maybe you being there in recent years made things different and he makes it the one time of year he'll open a bottle of wine gifted to him by Pantalone and drink a glass or two once you're fast asleep in bed before promptly hiding it far out of your reach or sight.

many nights on his birthday and yours he will end up reading to you for what is possibly hours at your request, usually because he goes to all of that effort of tucking you in and getting you settled then suddenly gets quite lonely with you all the way over in the other room. usually he tries to limit how many you get to hear because otherwise you'll be asking for more books into the early hours of the morning. sometimes you get to go sleep in his bed, especially on your respective birthdays however as it feels like he should be able to spend at least one night cuddling you like he did when you were even younger and not yet ready to have a room to yourself, or when you come running in snivelling because you had a nightmare or got scared. just one, that's all. he'll gladly go back to what must be an exorbitant amount of tasks for one man to handle tomorrow so long as he gets to spend just one night with you curled up in his arms for a while. the night is usually his only time to spend with you, so this one feels special knowing it followed a day spent almost entirely with you.

even if you hadn't gotten a gift for him however, he'd be more than pleased with just hearing your every breath by his side, watching your little hands tired as they point at pictures in the book he reads not quite fully aware of what you're doing, that damn abyss mage plush that you love to death safely under your arm. every sign that you are alive and still with him, it's wonderful. sure you might've called that fluffy cat a dog and maybe that isn't the noise birds make at all, but that doesn't matter too much.

you tire yourself out way too much over his birthday, it has his heart melting over the fact that anyone, let alone his beloved child, would be excited enough to make him count down the days to his own birthday again.

#♡ — greenhorn anon #✦ — headcanons.#✦ — fluff.#pierro #genshin pierro #pierro x reader #genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader

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the-kr8tor · 29 days

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Little update on the cyberpunk motorbike racers au- my friend suggested 'Spikedcpider' with a c for Hobie's racer name lol It used to just be all for fun but now I'm considering it- dammit! Aha Daily Hobie HC! Alright we're going with the typical Siren x Pirate trope here.. Imagine how much more of a loveable and idiotic menace Hobie would be if he was a siren. Probably after a few encounters, because he was fascinated by how you could be so stunning and not even try to kill him, although he was a siren. Of course, he was able to turn into a human and speak your language, but he procrastinated on it since he loved the way your eyes slightly widened every time he brought you a jewel or shell or even a pearl (a black pearl?) Even your crew was pretty friendly towards him, seeing how attached the siren as to you (and vice versa), as well as the fact he just travels with the ship now. Sometimes, he brings you jewelry that matches your outfit. For example, possibly one day he found a bright blue piece of sea glass, offering it to you and gesturing to your neck(lace/s). Soon enough, the next time he saw you, you were wearing it around your neck. I bet his confession would be really simple too. Red things splayed on ship in the (wonky) shape of a heart, and maybe even a small 'u' shaped with pebbles beside it. Even when he's bored he'll just bother your crew if he cant bother you. If they're sharpening their swords, all they have to do is look up and immediately Hobie's there with the most bored expression on his face. Like imagine those seagulls just looking at you..they aren't doing anything, but you still feel intimidated. Yeah, that's him. I bet he's managed to even persuade one of your crewmembers to give him a weapon. The first time he actually turned human, and spoke, he would've had to bite his bottom lip in order not to laugh at your shocked and probably flustered face. After that first time, he'll just practically invite himself on board..sure, sometimes he's helping, but you can never be too sure. Idc what au i come up with, Hobie likes to give trinkets in all of em i aint listening to anything or anyone that says otherwise >:( -🐦‍⬛

Lol I get what you mean!! Bdas was supposed to just be a lil 3 series look at it now 🤣🤣🤣🤣 That's a pretty cool name!!

Wake up everyone there's a new daily hobie hc!!!

Omg Siren! Hobie!!!! Imagine him curling his tail around you protectively while u sleep!! And he rarely sings despite being a siren but when he does it's to sing you a lullaby 🥺

A black pearl! Bdas reference

Awwweeee him giving you jewellery!! His thought process was: pirates love treasure so I'm gonna give my treasure some treasure!

Siren! Hobie who confesses to you in sign language!!

Lmaoo I bet it was yuri who gave him a sword

Siren! Hobie who confesses again now that he can talk!!!

Hobie is a crow fr fr

#ask answered #chatting with lovelies #hobie thoughts #hobie headcanons #siren! hobie #🫶🫶🫶#🐦‍⬛ anon

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jargonautical · 5 months

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Squirrel's Drey

SQUIRREL’S DREY, ANNOUNCE faded silver-grey letters in gothic script painted on the dusty fascia. Under that, in far more prosaic and legible lettering, Est. 1863. Prop. E. Mainder Esq.

The shop itself is something of a local landmark, a navigation point for those unfamiliar with the area. Head up until you see Mainder’s then turn right, the locals tell tourists looking for the church. The loos? Oh, they’re down past Mainder’s and towards the sea front. You can’t miss it.

Not that it’s in any way remarkable; it’s just one more cluttered window smack in the middle of the row of shops, a higgledy-piggledy mashup of what used to be fishermen’s cottages back before Victorian engineers decided they could push back the sea. Like all the buildings on that street it’s an architectural mongrel, uneven lumps of red sandstone at the back and spartan neoclassical from assorted eras rising up above the modern shop fronts, additions and extensions sprouting in all directions. No, what makes it a waypoint is that it sits right on the junction with the broad avenue of Bishop’s Walk, once the imposing approach to some long-dead churchman’s long-fallen palace. From that direction the shop is front and centre, clearly discernible from a hundred yards away.

If you had an hour to kill and nowhere to be, the shop is perfectly placed to take advantage of your curiosity. Bullseye panes in the bowed bay window show distorted glimpses of the treasures inside, narrow shelves cluttered with coins, arrowheads and fossils. To the left and to the right, round baskets of trinkets placed haphazardly over every flat surface. Mainder doesn’t make it easy for you to find the good stuff. Let ‘em search, he always says. Let the customer feel good about discovering the perfect gift or outright bargain in amongst the dusty tat.

Stepping inside the first thing that hits you is the smell. It’s not awful - quite the opposite. It’s something like slipping between the pages of a book, warm and dry with a faint papery rustle on the edge of hearing. Underneath that notes of dust, bergamot, charcoal, though what causes this peculiar blend is impossible to say. Certainly there are books, row upon row on crowded shelves from floor to ceiling disappearing into the gloom at the back. Cardboard labels in hand-written capitals sellotaped to the edge of each shelf suggest the topics you might expect to find there including local history, reference, folklore and ‘Fiction - Local Author’. Lower shelves dispense with labelling and instead entice smaller customers with the colourful covers of the books themselves, a sample turned face out to display distant worlds, talking animals, twin suns, magical doorways. Mainder knows his audience.

Well, he ought to. As he likes to say, he’s been in this business long enough. Distant contacts are constantly surprised to find the shop is even still going. Must be the son, they say, or the grandson. Or the old man finally retired and handed off to someone else who kept the name going, like Dread Pirate Whatsisname from that movie. Every once in a while some tourist will laughingly enquire if 'Mister Mainder Ess-squire' is available, and he’ll grin along with the tired joke and come out from behind the counter, indicating himself with a showman’s flourish and ask what he can do for them. How good a mood he’s in depends on how long he lets them stew before explaining that the shop was founded by his great-grandfather back in the day. It never gets old, the frozen horror on their faces dissolving to foolish relief, and the haste with which they fumble to buy something just so they can get out of here.

The woman who picked up the book her hand was resting on and blurted “Just this, thank you!”, she’s still his favourite memory. He’s just sorry he never got to see her face when she opened the bag later and realised she’d bought ‘An Illustrated History of Faerie Congress’, the collector’s edition with full colour plates in glorious anatomically graphic detail. Even Jen, running the sweetshop next door and as strait-laced a matron as he ever met, got a chuckle out of that one when he told her. He likes Jen; she’s that rare combination of genuinely sweet-natured and incurably curious, and keeps him well supplied with accurate gossip on the lives of everyone in the town. He can’t break her habit of calling him Mister Mainder though, no matter how many times he gently corrects her.

To everyone else he’s just ‘Mainder’. In theory there must be a first name floating around somewhere in his history, but nobody ever gets close enough to know it. It just doesn’t seem necessary somehow. Taken with the longevity of the shop itself it cements the impression of an eternally benign presence, forever and always a Mainder with a hand on the helm, and it’s been that way for so long that nobody questions it.

Sometimes, if he’s honest, he does wonder if it’s time to pack it all in. He doesn’t need to be here all the time. In fact he could probably get away with not being here at all, barely ever required to man the actual shop, perfectly able to leave day-to-day operations to the cheerful Krzysztof. Perhaps it genuinely is time he went home, even just for a visit. He could, of course. There was never anything stopping him; it’s just that every time the idea crossed his mind, he would find he somehow just didn’t really want to. He’s far too comfortable with things the way they are.

#somewhere to be #fantasy #fiction #books #faerie #reading #booklr #gnu terry pratchett #goodreads #storygraph #a chapter at a time

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pacifymebby · 9 months

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Are you a physical book kinda girl or a kindle girl?

I'm definitely pro book, a spokesman for Big Books. I love em, I love going to second hand book shops and breathing it all in and then sneezing (because I'm a dust allergic girlie) I love being able to use little trinkets and random memories like letters birthday cards, post cards, tickets, festival wrist bands as book marks. I love being able to underline in them the bits that touch me.

All my favourite books I own a physical copy of, and I often find that you can walk into a bookshop and if you trust in the vibe the vibes can lead you to a book that will change your life. (I bought communion in a bookshop in Paris having never heard of bell hooks and not knowing why she was important, but arguably I'd have never moved up north without her)

There's definitely something comforting about having a book with you at all times, especially one you absolutely treasure. Whenever I'm feeling sad I just have to read one page from Quite Early One Morning or Dear Green Place and it's like getting a hug.

However that being said, books are spenny when you're a little not making minimum wage girl like me so I also advocate for the little known website that can let you get epubs for free, and that's how I read ham on rye yesterday and how I've read a lot recently when I haven't been able to afford physical books.

I always say the ones I love I'll buy when I can, but also I've no qualms at all getting Bukowski or Henry miller for free because evil.

#pacifymebby books

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tabletoptrinketsbyjj · 1 year

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Trinkets, Books, 10: An eclectic library of dusty tomes, fictional textbooks, pocketbooks, paperbacks, hardcovers, booklets, leaflets and magical manuals. Paper leaves and the binding surrounding them can help define a character, kick off a subplot, fuel a fetch quest or simply serve as a generic macguffin. Commonly seen in video games such as Baldur’s Gate, Neverwinter Nights, World of Warcraft and Skyrim, book items are a way to subtly world build while still handing out sellable loot. A wizard has a spellbook, a cleric has a holy text and now you have a trinket list.

An ornamental prayer book of Random Domain with illuminated pages and semiprecious stones.

Ars Optica: An ophthalmic guide that’s treasured by magicians, who read its dull and technical pages not for purposes of spectacle manufacturer, but for the construction of resonance spheres; Pressurized, lensed devices used in the contact of alien realms.

A book the size of a large man's hand, composed of ten plates of blue-black jade mounted in thin silver and bound with black silk lacing. Each plate is inscribed in silver with charts of the night sky.

The Book of Math: What seems like a boring book about maths problems is in fact all about Mathom, the God of Delays, and has this title because the author was distracted and unable to finish said title. It contains all sorts of important information on Mathom and His Priests, but is frustratingly not completely finished, as it seems that the author was unable or unwilling to finish it. Knowledgeable PC’s are aware that the books is very rare, as only a few copies were ever successfully made before first the printing press broke, then the ink supply ran out, and then the printers were raided by the police by mistake, then the building caught fire...

My Life as a Gnome Bodyguard: A moderately-sized autobiography of Mifierwa Cinibnil, a gnome paladin that served as the protector of Queen Evelyn Crystaldown.

A very old book of coastal charts, which has obviously seen heavy shipboard use in the past; the pages are marked and stained and smell faintly of salt. Next to an unnamed island on a map of a distant coast, an unsteady hand has drawn a deaths-head marker and scrawled: “blaydes dont cutt em but fires wil burn em upp.”

Blood Debt Ledger: A small book bound in wolf hide and decorated with the beast's claws and fangs. It has ninety-nine pages, each with nine names inscribed on it. Knowledgeable PC’s can discern that it originally belonged to a hag who used it to record the names of those who owed her a debt.

Tippy's Gardening Tips and Tricks: A farmer's almanac, focusing on the cultivation of herbs and their various medical and culinary uses.

A large instructional manual entitled “195 Easy Projects with Human Skin”. Knowledgeable PC's are aware of its notoriety for its gruesome, yet imaginatively intricate, woodblock illustrations.

A small personal journal penned by a hunter of the supernatural. Although the majority of the pages are too bloodied, dirty, burned or torn to be legible, a cluster of pages near the middle detail the process of an infernal summoning ritual. The book describes that a specific order of fiend can be called into the world by digging a hole in the dead center of a set of crossroads and burying a box containing a picture of the mortal wishing to make the deal, some graveyard dirt, and a bone from a black cat. This specific type of “crossroads demon” looks like a human except for their blood red eyes and are tasked with ‘buying’ souls for Hell through deals with mortals. The demon can grant the summoner’s wish in exchange for ownership over that person's soul, resulting in the person dying and going to Hell to be transformed into a demon upon death.

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An ornamental prayer book of Random Domain with illuminated pages and semiprecious stones.

My Life as a Gnome Bodyguard: A moderately-sized autobiography of Mifierwa Cinibnil, a gnome paladin that served as the protector of Queen Evelyn Crystaldown.

Tippy's Gardening Tips and Tricks: A farmer's almanac, focusing on the cultivation of herbs and their various medical and culinary uses.

A large instructional manual entitled “195 Easy Projects with Human Skin”. Knowledgeable PC's are aware of its notoriety for its gruesome, yet imaginatively intricate, woodblock illustrations.

A History of Tea: A book bound with tea stained wood that (As its title proclaims) is a comprehensive history of tea, a plant first discovered and cultivated in the Northern land of Awn, where it remains most popular. A History of Tea denotes the conflicts, agricultural developments, and serving preferences surrounding tea over the last two millennia. Helpfully, the book contains a list of all herbs and barks capable of being steeped in addition to black tea. It is a hearty reference document for travelers and adventurers in need of a hot brew, regardless of its origin or quality.

Brobson's Guide to Decoys: A gamesmans' guide, devoted to fishing flies, wooden ducks, and other such beast lures. Written in unceasingly-energetic confidence about their use, history, composition, and construction. A book treasured by hunters of prey both mundane and monstrous, as it contains details for luring both plant-eaters and predators of varied size. Many a fisherman has thanked Brobson for his wooly bugger lure, as have countless cutters for his pattern for false goats, which is much cheaper than buying an actual goat.

A book on the proper ways to do mundane domestic chores written in large simple words similar to a scholarly document. Simple pictures take up many of the pages and it is probably meant to be used as a reference guides to young maids and scullery girls. An extremely perceptive reader will discern the book’s true purpose. When held to the light, hidden writing is exposed revealing a list of assassins, thieves, fences, sellers of illicit goods, safe houses and other black-market connections that can be found in the nearest capital city.

Identification of Irritants; A Gentleman's Guide to Avoiding Discomfort in the Field: A guidebook that proved to be too good for the purposes it was designed for by providing in depth identification guides, descriptions of growing conditions, and technical analyses of the properties of many dangerous plants, including several very rare and incredibly poisonous ones. Someone has scribbled recipes for several dangerous poisons derived from some of these plants in the margins.

A brown, leather-bound tome with the image of a knight emblazoned on the cover. When opened the book contains a riveting story of a knight, a princess, a dragon, and a kingdom in peril.

Practical Exercises for Young Magicians: An instructional book written by Amelia Popper containing intricate finger and voice exercises divided into several dozen etudes for magicians. The book consists of detailed charts and a series of movements that serve as educational practices and introductory techniques to the physical complexity of magic and spell casting. Popper's work has been used throughout many mage academy curriculums as a structured, refined method to spellcasting.

Manual of Flesh Golems: A thick tome imbued with magical properties and stamped with arcane symbols on the cover. The book contains theoretical musings on the construction and control of golems. It goes into some detail on how the reader may construct a servant of assembled, animated flesh which will obey the creator without question.

A small, thick sea captain's journal. Leather bound and filled with dense, near unreadable notes. The cover has a piece of lead shot embedded deep into it from a run-in with pirates.

Magical Bleed and the Effects of Lingering Aura: A tome of arcane theory that introduces and focuses on Sir Bleepin Loopfoodle's Model of Epi-Magical Exchange. The detailed treatise describes how magical leftovers from a spell changes the environment and soul and the impacts can differed based on the nature of the spell. The book contains examples on how intensely supernatural creatures such as venerable dragons, elder aberrations and extraplanar outsiders (Such as celestials, elementals and fiends) passively affect their environment.

The Faerie Queen: A vastly underappreciated collection of Light Cottonstream's poems about the summer court, detailing the queen's affairs, courting at the summer court, and the involvement of love potions.

Wintering with Wizards: A hard-bound, extravagant, lengthy volume chronicling the adventures of the author, Earnest Holcomb, during his stay at a wizard’s school over a long winter. It’s clear to any wizard that the author hasn’t a clue what he’s talking about.

A Comprehensive Encyclopedic Approach to All Things Draconic: A massive and richly illustrated compendium of dragon lore that covers nearly all areas of knowledge pertaining to dragonkind. With various sections devoted to prismatic, metallic, and rare dragon breeds (As well as smaller sections on drakes, half-dragons, dragonborn, and even wyverns) this is likely the most thorough text on the subject. Not many copies of the book exist and it is coveted among collectors and curators alike; finding a copy and the access to read it can be an expensive venture on its own.

Pendlesea's Scroll Compendium of Scrolls: An exceptionally long and somewhat stiff scroll safely kept within the confines of a dark leather scroll container about two feet long and four inches in diameter. The scroll contains the rambling treatise of a slightly crazed wizard named Bidoop Pendlesea. The treatise examines the various uses of scrolls and the not-so-subtle embellishment of their claimed superiority to books by the author.

A brand-new copy of “Volo's Guide to What to Expect When You’re Expecting” with advice and guides on humanoid pregnancy. A big brightly colored “Congratulations!” is written on the inside cover and the chapter summary pages are dog-eared.

A thick wood-bound chapbook of gnomish jokes.

A leather-bound book detailing the complete genealogy of a noble family.

An illustrated travelogue of remote and exotic locations rumored to include sigils for teleportation circles hidden in the text.

A pocket-sized book devoted to the ancestry and heraldry of the vampiric Bloodlines of Erubescence. This copy has been annotated with cutting remarks about the various families, sometimes revealing embarrassing gossip or secrets.

A slightly tattered but complete copy of a rare first printing of the Saga of the Sacred Cauldron, a chivalric romance recounting a quest in the realm of Elfhame involving such colorful characters as Bellstajj the Capacious, Blue-Eyed Molly, Fennrix the Blind, Fun Guy the Barbarian, the Knight of Harts Petalu Morriden, Susurrus Psithurisma, Weevil Stench, Wick the Silent, and the notorious Sparks & Mud.

A stained manuscript containing fan fiction for the popular and long-running Wendolyn the Werewolf sequence of serialized romantic novels.

Noland's Small Book of Portals Vol III: The work contains a collection of fine lithographs of man-made, natural, or magically occurring portals, in good detail as well as their destination. Not all are sized for people to fit through. Many include detailed description and measurements, and might prove useful for a magic user or scholar of the arcane looking to understand the planes and magical travel better; this may be for good or ill.

Seven Jistkan Forms of Ancient Hygh Majiks: A thread-bare tome, with pages that are more dust than parchment. Some of the pages are actually made of papyrus and were literally cut out of scrolls and sewn into this work. The runes described inside are incomplete, and use one ancient, dead language, to transcribe the words of an even older and even deader language that was destroyed by a great volcanic explosion. Most of the time the book is spent on the names of the offspring of the offspring of a myriad of gods, with incomplete glyphs and logograms.

The Case of the Disappearing Daughters: A historical horror novel that is also known as The Mad Queen and her Daughter, this is the true(ish) story of how the once capable ruler Queen Yocasta of Vallermoore went insane after her daughter's death, and how the daughters of her subjects were kidnapped to replace her original daughter and then murdered when they failed to be just like her. In the end the Queen went insane, took her dead, decaying daughter from the royal tomb and had her by her side at all times as if she was still alive.

A small prayer book with a green leather cover and indecipherable notes in the margins.

A large tome bound with unadorned black leather, containing a multitude of jumbled essays, theorems and anecdotes, all of a mystical, slightly odd or perverse nature. The more one reads or uses the book, the more the writing within makes sense but such clarity comes at a horrible price.

Dimensions of Evil; A Guidebook to the Nether Realms: A demonhide bound grimoire written in Infernal that provides information relating to the Lower Planes of the Nine Hells. Dimensions of Evil paints a fairly accurate and unflattering view of the Lower Planes and its inhabitants. Due to its subject matters several faiths of good deities have banned this book and attempt to confiscate any copies that appear. Others encourage their followers to read the book, going so far as to create multiple copies.

The Theory and Application of Force Magic: A tome that provides information relating to spells involving the use of magical force. Many wizards consider Aeroth Blith's book the best reference about force magic ever written. Well organized and clearly written, if a little dry and analytical in places, the tome examines force magic as a mysterious power akin to a fifth element. Copies of this book can often be found in universities and larger libraries that cater to war wizards and battle mages.

Commoriom: A bound manuscript written in symbols barely recognizable as a script. Its pages number in the hundreds, and splitting the book in two is a single engraving upon a thin sheet of metal; a deserted city square surrounded by tall pillars, and in the middle, a hideous, crooked monstrosity squats as it devours his screaming victims. The image is atrocious, but has some weird magnetism, and if one looks upon it for some time, a weak voice in his head says, "Beware the vile offspring of Knygathin Zhaum."

A children’s book filled with stories of long dead heroes and the sacrifices they made to light the path ahead.

De Vermis Mysteriis: A book whose cover is made of black leather with copper insets covered in a green patina. It describes the rituals and tools of priests who seek the worlds that lie beyond. An excerpt of the book reads as follows; "A R'lang is an item that the caster imbues with his soul before travel to the Beyond. To begin, one should find a shell or piece of polished wood on the shore of the ocean. It must be placed in the ground not further than ten paces from the timeline on the 20th day of the lunar month. After exactly nine days, mark the place with two circles and proper signs. Chant thrice the incantation: "Khlu Sya Asa Nmrihg Aym Eghu Akaman" to grant it its powers..."

Chaos Theory; A Calculated Cataclysm: A tattered book that seems to have had numerous pages torn from it and perhaps entire chapters. It is hard to be certain as it seems to have been rebound multiple times.

Druid's Staff Quarterly: An intriguing, regularly published journal that appears to have pages made from thin bark; these pages are jagged and irregular.

Fish are Friends, Not Food: A strange dietitian guide that encourages the reader to choose alternative protein sources to fish.

Grimoire of Devilish Contracting: A worn, leather-bound tome with an oversized silver and gold latch that requires a key to open it. If one can manage to gain access to the text, the reader will find extensive advice on how to broker deals with fiends of the lower planes and get out with one’s soul relatively intact. The volume has no information how to actually summon a devil to bargain with.

It's Hyyyydra-matic!: A peculiar book that contains a bard's tale of encountering a mighty hydra. It contains over 100 uses for various hydra body parts.

Shorthalt's Journal of Awful Limericks: A well-worn, cloth-bound book inscribed with scrawlings of horrific poems, each of which are imbued with enchantment magic. There are also bizarre, childish drawings of humanoids doing various acts of vile behavior.

Tales of a Troglodyte Named Thomas the Truthful: An interesting parable that tells of a Troglodyte named Thomas the Truthful that rose to power in a small Underdark community by virtue of his honesty and good nature.

The Arts Alchemical: A Primer: A strange volume fashioned from the hide of some unidentifiable creature. The vellum pages contained within describe the steps to creating a variety of potions.

These Furry Fellas: A notebook with beautiful calligraphy that describes the types and habits of various small beasts and critters. The accompanying sketches are quite cute.

When Life Gives You Lemons: A simple, single-page pamphlet filled with positive affirmations that emphasize the importance of seizing opportunities.

...And the Bear Says...: A worn, small leather journal that appears to be a naturalist's notes from time spent tracking a family of bears.

A is for Aboleth: A rare copy of the famed children's book. It has simple cartoon pictures and humorous descriptions of monstrous creatures, all the way from A – Aboleth to Z – Zuvembie.

A scuffed and well‐worn text written with manticore blood ink on fine linen paper, bound in aged dried leather. It bears the title “Elementary Principles of the Arcane Instrument”.

Lords of the Pit; a Guidebook to Devils: A beautifully illustrated book, bound in leather with a pentagram on the cover. It describes the various types of devils with dubious accuracy.

Gusty Fintagel’s Most Excellent Miscellany: A cheaply printed chapbook of random facts, lists and bits of trivia. It would be perfect for someone to memorize before a social event and pepper in the information to create an illusion of schooling or worldliness.

An obviously handmade bark‐covered annotated scrapbook filled with rare pressed flowers and herbs, and exotic feathers.

A blue leather folio entitled “The Fey King of Darkwood and Other Tragedies”. It was written by the celebrated bard and playwright Iancu Petronas.

A History of the Lonely Coast: A historical tome written by Brenn Unger, it is a dry account loaded with bias towards the Locher family. The book is of black leather with silver‐bound edges.

The Sampalataya: A leather tube containing a long scroll with carved wooden handles. Told horizontally along the scroll is an illustrated epic poem on the birth of the gods of the distant kingdom of Gopura. Unrolling the scroll slowly tells the story.

A torture manual bound in skin of dubious provenance, featuring disturbing etchings. It was written and illustrated by the notorious Count Vaklav of Treblik.

A heavy tome with a steel scale cover inlaid with carnelians written by Elfric Stonyfist. Entitled “Songs of the Dwarves”, the text contains the traditional versions of classical Dwarven songs as well as detailed stories of their origin.

A spellbook bound in basilisk skin, branded with the arcane mark of the wizard Vaskaren a noted abjurer.

When the Stars are Right: A book roughly bound in mottled purple leather and marked with a large staring eye. Supposedly written by Idris Bahar, it contains insane ramblings about eldritch beings from the alien realms beyond our own.

A book bound in wooden covers, with paintings of flowers and plants decorating the pages. The text contains prayers to the Nature Goddess and details various methods to commune with nature, encourage the growth of plants and speak to animals.

The Poems of Caranthir Greenmantle: A blue leather folio decorated with silver, containing twelve loose sheets, each a handwritten poem.

Decline and Fall of the Hobgoblin Empire: A painfully dry historical text bound in barghest pelt and set with three sapphires.

Common Mycological Meals: A recipe book, all focused around making food out of easily accessible fungi, mosses and mushrooms. Its pages are made out of an unusually textured material with a light-yellow hue.

A gruesome manuscript bound in what is probably dwarfskin, judging by the number of hairs still left on it. The text is written in Infernal and entitled “Sculptors of Men”. Even without being able to read the text, it’s clearly full of anatomical diagrams, runes and sigils, alchemical recipes and handwritten marginalia. Knowledgeable PC’s who can read the text are able to determine that it is a manual on how to create flesh golems and animate them through demonic power rather than through arcane or alchemical means. These changes make the construct much cheaper and easier to animate but with exponentially more risk to the creator’s soul and the ease of which the golem can be controlled.

A cheap-looking book whose cover bears the image of a handsome half-elf with a cheesy grin splitting his face. Titled “Breaking Through” it is an autobiography of the mildly famous bard Shagwyn Starfellow. The story itself is a turgid, self-aggrandizing affair with occasional spelling errors, anecdotes which are exaggerated far beyond belief, unfounded criticism of his siblings and some of the least funny jokes you can remember having been committed to parchment.

A slim volume bound in an orange-red slipcase which feels warm to the touch. Entitled “Elementary Pyromancy” it is written entirely in Infernal. The book contains promisingly detailed arcane symbols, with runes the reader immediately associates with fire and flame.

Entitled “The Atlas of Forever” and the bright blue ink seems to crackle on the page, and the reader immediately senses that the book is old and powerful.

A black board-bound book with bright bands ribbons. It’s partly unreadable with age. You think it says something like “Arcanus”

Hunger More: A book of various legends and fables all of which relate to the origin of the mythical being known as the Frost King. The compilation is entirely written in sylvan and none of the storied are marked as the “correct” version, as if the writer wanted the reader to decide which of them is the true story.

Tome of Solis: A spellbook with leather front and backing. On the front is a gold imprint of a magic circle with an image of a lion in the center of the magic circle. All text inside this book is made with gold and is unburnable.

A manuscript recounting the memories of a dying dwarf folk hero.

A notebook detailing an elvish account of an important treaty being signed over 400 years ago.

A girdle book mounted in cobalt leather backing ermine. The book itself is trimmed with brass tabs but the vellum pages are blank.

A fragmentary diary of a mercenary recruit who was separated from his squad and died in the local area. According to his own scribbled words he took on a mortal wound and has able to hole up, write his last words and will drink his flask of brandy and try to drift off peacefully.

Manual of the Numinous Realms: A book bound in orichalchum, written in silver ink on the finest vellum, and illustrated with strange diagrams that move on their own, the manual describes the interplay of elemental forces and spiritual currents that underlie the illusion we call reality. According to the text, by manipulating these fundamental levers of reality, you may accomplish great feats of magic.

A tome is filled with unintelligible runes from languages long forgotten. If somehow deciphered, it details a theory of magic one practiced by those referred to as the “Mejai” who stole the souls of those who opposed them and bound them within objects giving them great power at the cost of the spirit’s eternal torment.

A large, leather bound, gold trimmed ledger containing the complete financial information of a duke of the nearby kingdom. The archive goes back five years and the information contained within would be extremely valuable to the duke's enemies as blackmail. The duke himself would probably offer a reward of some sort on its discrete return.

A small lexicon of nautical terms.

Travels of a Planeswaler: A cloth-bound book containing lurid tales of seductive genies, underwater cities and fiery snakelike creatures.

A tome with a cover promising one hundred wonderful stories. All but one have been torn out.

A small journal titled “A Guide To Creating A World Without End”. It always smells like the delicious confectionery known as lokum.

The Measure: A massive codex of duties, laws, and crimes, the Measure serves as a guide to a strict, ordered society. The semi-religious text is written and maintained by the militant order known as the Hell Knights. Based upon centuries of legal codes from ancient empires, as well as passages from the strictures of Hell itself, this body of laws extols justness rather than justice.

An evil tome of dark construction with wrinkled patches of rough skin that have been sewn together around plates of some hard material that serves as the cover. Bones from two human hands have been fastened to the binding as if cradling the book. It’s is always bone chillingly cold to the touch as if stealing heat from anyone foolish enough to look inside. When opened, it smells of brimstone and copper. Inside, profane diagrams and hideous illustrations accompany spells penned in some fiendish script. Everything is composed in crimson but not in ink. Those who choose to read from it will discover it the spellbook of a powerful necromancer.

An old book filled with blank pages. Anything written in these books disappears at sunset.

Manifestations Arcanum: A quintessential text written by an archmage from a previous era. This enormous tome outlines the metaphysics of magic, how it works and the divine symbology, sacred geometry and the religious practices involved.

A book with no name, but it holds the true history and ascension of an old but very powerful deity.

The Clouded Mirror: A encyclopedia of portals and other means of interplanar travel, including secret paths between planes that are not normally considered contiguous, ways to reach and navigate the Far Realm, and instructions to find hidden places that are normally inaccessible.

A Deal with the Devil: A tome detailing various historical contracts that have been made with devils. The text goes to great lengths to make it sound as if it were actually very easy to find loopholes in fiendish contracts. Insightful readers suspect that the book may have been written or published by servants of the infernal powers in an effort to lure unwitting souls to believe that they can outwit a demon when the average person is in fact far more likely to lose their soul in an unholy bargain than come out ahead.

Death Eternal: A book written by an ancient dwarven smith famous for making cursed blades. It describes rituals needed to create blades that trap the souls of those killed by them, with the blades growing in strength as the number of souls trapped within grows.

Under The Silver Moon: A hidebound book that contains information on lycanthropy and the effects that it may bestow upon a creature lucky enough to be gifted it. The author makes lycanthropy sound like a REALLY good idea with little to no downsides.

Cooking with Grandma: A seemingly pleasant-sounding cookbook whose first few pages are simple wholesome recipes designed for two people working together. The book was actually written by hags, and the majority of the text goes into great detail explaining how the flesh and bones of older humans can be used to make delicious food.

Fall of Revelation: A heretical tome bound in the skin of the author, Hazeomeel (An angel), it describes the celestial's fall from the heavens because it attempted to use divine prophecy to find which humans could be killed to prevent evil from occurring.

The Endless Litany: A thick tome whose every single page of which is filled with the same phrase repeated over and over again “The end is never the end is never the end is never the end”. Despite this monotony, when a creature starts reading from the first page, they can not stop of their own volition, nor will they ever reach the end no matter how long they spend reading it as the book has an infinite number of pages.

Paradoxomicon: A bound volume of the collected works of a plane-shifter wizard who has dedicated his life to finding loopholes in magic and testing them in parallel planes of existence, collapsing each one of them in doing so.

Jerbe Kendalcanthe's 'Love Elixirs': An alchemical tome detailing the formula and instructions on how to make a highly addictive potion that possesses no benefits other than addiction. The book warns that small villages have been wiped out as every resource is pooled into acquiring the materials needed to produce more.

Into the Labyrinth: A tome bound in red leather emblazoned with the symbol of an open flame stamped in gold leaf on the front cover. In a well-practiced, easily readable handwriting, the author had penned a short warning: “This volume is strictly forbidden from being read, except by those ranked at least Bishop or higher in the Church of The Eternal Heavenly Flame. In it are detailed some of the foulest, most pernicious pieces of magic ever devised. This volume only exists in order to offer ways to defeat these spells, in the off chance these heresies ever resurface and must be confronted again. Be warned, the spells grow progressively more deranged towards the end of the book. The original scribe was driven quite insane by recording them, and ended up having to be committed to an asylum.”

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