#grotto witch

[bad-moodboard]

Steven Arnold, “Grotto of Madame la Mort” (1982)

#photography #1980s #black and white #skeleton #skeletons #women #witches #grotto

[basicallyanotherwitchesthing]

Fritzen Ravenswood - The Witching - Zebra - 1981

#witches #grottos #occult #vintage #zebra #witching #fritzen ravenswood #candles #1981

[grand-theft-grotto]

Is it just me or are character on TOH strangely chill about having their privacy invaded?

Must have something to do with the fact that mind reading and body swaps are possible there. You need a fair amount of power to do so, but still. It’s something you’re aware of.

God, imagine bullies who are gifted in magic using that against others - or the self-acceptance that might just be a greater part of Boiling Isles culture. Maybe that’s part of why they’re chill about LGBT issues? 

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Reason 1 - No Abrahamic God/Bible

Reason 2 - acceptance is probably the rule, not the exception, to be honest

Reason 3 - witches are cool 

Reason 4 - people can just read your mind, or go into it. Enough people were ‘discovered’ to be gay that they were just like “oh, okay.” It’s normal, and why wouldn’t it be? It makes my heart happy

#grotto voce #the owl house #wonder what the applications are for the law? #can they just get a handful of powerful witches to peer into your memories? #is that ethical? #is that legal??

[muppetebbtide]

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This is like that tsortian guy who had to pick between goddesses and started a war and then died. Or like paying the assassin's guild to kill you

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*inhume

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piss off you posh knob

🍴 priestessofanoia

tbf I don't think the watch is wasting its time on this blue hellsite so ur probably safe there. the POSTMASTER however...

#sometimes I think only bloody stupid johnson could have come up with this fucking site

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ALL'S WELL!

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nvm lmao 😭

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#ppl on here are actually sooooo ankh morpork centric it's insane #'EVERYONE knows webblethorpe the unconscious' who??? why the fuck should I??? #like HELLO there's other places on the disc? #and klatch is NICER like omg

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Ook

#SO TRUE KING

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Is lord vetinari gay

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Why would you ask us, a ramtops witches blog, this

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• started a Kickstarter to crowdfund a click of Captain Vimes & Errol then disappeared with the money and has gone completely ghost on everyone

• apparently stole over 100k

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Blessings be upon this askbox

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I don't know if this is nanny pretending to be granny, or if it's actually granny, and I think I'm too scared to find out

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is. is the post office posting crab rave bc reacher gilt just turned up dead

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The Crumley's Hogswatch grotto is being advertised again but somehow I just don't think they can top last year's... like idk where they got the budget from but the real pigs?? CRAZY. my little sister asked for a pony and there was just one in the house when we got back like?? My mum was PISSED but yes talk abt Hogswatch magic. Still wonder how they pulled it off

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💖 angelofmusic

It's literally SO unfunny to be making jokes about the Opera Ghost when you all KNOW I saw so many of my friends DIE last year??? I literally have so much PTSD from it... like it's so insensitive you're all actually the WORST

#vent #don't rb #some of you will say ANYTHING for a cheap laugh :(

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My dealer: got some straight gas 🔥😛 this strain is called “narrative causality” 😳 you’ll be zonked out of your gourd 💯

Me: yeah whatever. I don’t feel shit.

5 minutes later: dude I swear I just saw the Duc turn into a frog

My buddy Mrs Pleasant, pacing: Lilith de Tempscire is lying to us

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#no idea if this is even funny. whatever! I had fun! #discworld #terry pratchett #gnu terry pratchett #witches abroad #going postal #hogfather #maskerade #tumblr simulator #dashboard simulator #my post #tag edit: I did not realise today was the anniversary of Terry's passing... but it certainly serves as a tribute!? gnu ledge

[kneelingshadowsalome]

hi!! 🩷 i've been playing skyrim so much just for comfort and all i can think of is former mercenary könig who now has a farm and a huge house where you have a personal library and a garden and an alchemy table because you're his pretty mage wife <3

or könig who's still a mercenary, this huge scary nord who always has war paint all over his face even with a hood on, only uses two-handed weapons etc. and you're possibly just a mage who needs to explore a bunch of ruins so you have to spend most of your money to hire him and all of your courage to even talk to him about the job in the first place.

SHUT UP I LOVE SKYRIM

Ugh he def proposed to you under the auroras or when you were enjoying a rest at some secret grotto. Held an awkward “I want to spend the rest of my life with you” speech right after you emerged from a stream with nothing on (König stole a glance or two from the banks after promising he wouldn’t look, the big pervert)

He’ll carry anything you give him, and loves it when you make him a homecooked meal <3 Poses as a rough Nord but is always happy to arrive home after adventuring, sleep and fuck you on a cozy comfy bed that has a soft straw mattress with some mountain flowers tucked in it.

Is a bit skeptical about your magic and potions tho, König never understood those things and you dabbling with them makes him think you’re some sort of witch, soon luring him into a trap with your enchanting eyes :/ That’s why it took months before he finally threw caution to the wind and rutted you in the hot springs near Kynesgrove...

He just couldn’t take it anymore, his flirty little mage being such a tease :( Do you even know how many times he had to fap himself to sleep under the furs? ...While you slept soundly not a few feet away, unsuspecting and sweet? Always walked ahead of him so that he had a hard time keeping an eye for the bandits because your ass was swaying right there under his nose >:(

Paws itching to touch you, he especially hated when you sought out a tavern and started to chat with townsfolk or flirt with men to hear rumours. Either cheeky or far too innocent to be travelling with someone like him, you proposed that you pay for single room only and sleep in the same bed to save costs.

Sometimes snuggling closer for some body heat, you didn't get intimidated by the obvious boner soon swelling between you. You even dared to comment on how hairy he was, and fell asleep with a soft smile on your face, pressed snug against his chest. In the morning, you cupped his ass and he had to get a little gruff, warn you that he’ll fuck you until the bed breaks if you’re not careful (that finally got you to your senses, but only for a few days)

He always wanted to build you a proper house, a manor even, steal you away from all the diplomatic nonsense and dangers, he even put some coin to the side so he could someday offer you a safe, happy life away from all this. You could have your own chickens and leeks, he could make you a little alchemy lab too, you’d look so cute perched on some bench with your nose in a book <3 So imagine how his heart soared when you whispered 'yes' to his proposal, König was sure you’d just vaguely tease him about it as per usual!

#JESUS think about how good König would look in Daedric or Wolf armor #which brings to mind #König is probably a member of the Companions #who knows maybe even a werewolf #guards are trying to hint you this by commenting on how your follower smells like a wet dog #what if this guy worships Hircine under the moons while naked and covered in someone else’s blood... #mm yeah just think about it #skyrim meets könig

[whyeverr]

Forgotten Grotto finally getting the recognition she deserves 😌

I’m already pretty keen on this pack even if not every piece hits the mark (the crystal tree is, err… a lot). This is what I wanted Realm of Magic to look and feel like—cozy witch vibes, charging crystals in the moonlight. 🥰🔮🌙

I am always excited to have a new hobby (especially crafting) and I think it’s even better that these are all made with the crystals and minerals we’ve been collecting since basegame vs yet another material collection. And it looks like we’re going to have CAS items buffing skill building now too…?

Also just as someone who took jewelry and metalworking courses in art school it’s so cool to see details like the hand saw on the wall of tools, the vise on the jeweler’s bench, the jeweler’s loupe, etc. 🥰

I’m sure there will be plenty of complaining (there always is!) and fully understand this won’t be everyone’s cup of tea, but I’m really looking forward to it! 💗 and it’s out next Thursday already wtfffff

#whyeverr rambles #crystal creations #before anyone asks #you knowwww i’ve got plans to put this new skill to good use in my baccc🥰

[strawberrymilk-sunshine]

For all eternity.

I was terrified of Ursula as a child. I used to think she lived under the stairs in my basement.

Anyways I love Azul Ashengrotto with all my heart <3

(apologies if this post is a bit messy, first time writing with the tumblr app. May edit this later)

Warning(s): fem reader, yandere content, kidnapping

“Heeeey, Azul, we’re baaaack...” One of a pair of twins called into the seemingly empty grotto.

“We saw (Y/N) today.” The other twin mentioned.

“Oh, did you? What a pleasant surprise.” The octopus merman residing within the dark cave responded. “How did she look?”

“Positively beautiful.”

“Y’know, Azul, I have no idea why you’re so interested in her... she’s just some ditzy mermaid, what’s so different about her compared to every other mermaid?”

“Don’t call her that, Floyd.” Azul angrily said. “She isn’t just some ‘ditzy mermaid’, ok?”

“Whatever.” Floyd rolled his eyes. “Anyways, if you’re so into her, why not just tell her already~?”

“We’ve discussed this before. I have a plan.”

“Ah, and speaking of that...” Jade began. “I noticed something today while observing (Y/N). She had a scar on her tail.”

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” Azul asked... or, moreso demanded.

“Yes, (Y/N) had a scar on her tail. Quite a large one, might I add.” Jade explained.

“Oh yeeeeeeah...! Hehe, her love of humans got her pretty hurt, eh Jade~?”

“Yes, it did, Floyd.” Despite sounding somber, Jade had a smile on his face.

Azul was filled with rage at the thought. How DARE somebody do that to you?! Why did they think they had the right to hurt you- why did they think they had the right to touch you?!

“Floyd. Jade. Go find (Y/N).” Azul demanded. “Find her and bring her to me. It seems I will be enacting my plan sooner than I thought.”

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You sat on a rock, crying. If only you weren’t a mermaid... if you were human, he would’ve loved you. If you were human, he wouldn’t have immediately called you a monster.

If only you weren’t a mermaid...

“Well isn’t this just sad~?”

“Indeed it is.”

“W-who’s there?!” You yelled out. Two eel mermen revealed themselves, both smiling creepily...

“There’s no need to be so hostile.”

“Yeah! We just wanna help you~!”

“Help me...? How can you help me...?”

“Oh no, not us. But we know someone who can.”

“Azul Ashengrotto~”

...you’d heard that name before. There were rumours of an octopus merman who went by that name. They say he could grant any wish you have... for a price.

“No, no... I-I can’t possibly...” You began to think of all the ways this could go wrong.

“No? Well it is what it is, I suppose.”

“It was just a suggestion...”

As the eel mermen slowly swam away from you, you began considering things. Yes, things could obviously go wrong, but... if he can grant any wish you have, then...

“Wait-!” You yelled out. The twins immediately stopped and turned back to look at you, an unsettling toothy grin on both their faces. “On second thought... please take me to him!”

“It would be our pleasure.”

They grabbed your hands and led you along.

When the three of you happened upon a cave, the two let go of you.

“Hey Azuuuuuul~! You have a visitor!” One of them said, pushing you inside the cave.

“Ah, greetings, (Y/N). I’ve been waiting for you.” A voice from deep within the cave called out to you.

You continued deeper into the cave, until-

You saw him. Azul. The octopus merman who granted wishes, not unlike the Sea Witch herself.

“I... I-I’m here for-” Before you could finish your sentence, a tentacle pressed itself against your lips, shushing you.

“Oh, I know what you’re here for.” Azul told you. “Poor, unfortunate souls such as yourself always come to me for one reason.” He placed a hand on his chest. “You need my help.”

“I do...” You admitted. “I... I want you to make me human!”

“...excuse me? You want to become human? You... don’t want to get back at those who hurt you?”

“If I was a human, then he’d love me... I’m sure of it.” You explained. “So all I want from you is to turn me into a human!”

“Well, Angelfish, that’s a bit of a tall ask...” Azul paused for a moment. “But just for you, I can find a way to make it happen!”

“Y-you can?!”

“Why of course! Though... I will need adequate payment.” He explained. “You can’t get something for nothing, you know!”

“Oh, but I don’t have any m-”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head off, (Y/N)! I’m not asking for money.” Azul got very close to you... a bit too close. He placed a hand on your chin. “I want your voice.”

“My voice...?”

“So, (Y/N), this is the deal.” Azul backed away from you, a magical golden contract scroll appearing above his hand. “I will make you a potion that will turn you into a human for three days. In that time, you are to get that human you like so much to fall in love with you, all without your voice, understand? If you can do that, then you’ll remain human permanently. But if not, well... you’ll turn back into a mermaid. And you will belong to me.”

“Can I really do that without talking to him...?”

“Why of course you can! I believe in you, (Y/N)!”

The part of the contract that stood out the most to you was the ominous “For all eternity.” at the bottom. Azul handed you a pen made of the skeleton of a small fish.

"Have we got a deal, (Y/N)~?"

Your eyes scanned the golden contract as Azul began preparing your potion, showing he fully expected you to agree to his deal. He hummed a tune to himself as he did.

You grabbed the fish pen tightly. All of your dreams can come true if only you sign the scroll...

Without hesitating any further, you wrote your name on the dotted line.

"You signed? Perfect! Then, It's a Deal!"

It felt so strange when the deal was completed. It felt like your voice was literally sucked out from your throat. And suddenly, you no longer had a tail. Instead, where it once was, there were a pair of legs.

And soon after that, you could no longer breathe the water.

"Jade, Floyd, bring her to the surface. We wouldn't want her drowning before she can attempt to finish the deal now, would we~?"

"Of course." "Will do~!"

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The days are not unlike crashing waves. They come and go in a second; before you know it they're gone. An unfortunate truth for someone on a time limit.

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Two days came and went. You had made no progress with the human you loved... there's no way you can complete your end of the bargain!

These past two days, you've noticed that the sea tends to calm you down when you're panicking. Makes sense, seeing as you were born there. So you were looking out at the sea, watching the sunset... watching the time draw ever nearer. As you panicked, you failed to notice someone walk up you you. A human man with silver hair and glasses...

"Excuse me, are you alright?" He asked. You shook your head no, starting to tear up. "Well, what's wrong?"

You tried talking, but no matter how loud you tried to scream, nothing came out.

"Oh, can you not speak? My apologies." He sat down beside you. "My name's Vance. I can accompany you, if you'd like." You nodded, and wiped your tears. "I've seen you around here recently. By the looks of things, you like that fisherman, yes? Unfortunately, he's already married."

He's married? That human you entered this contract for is married?

All of this has been for nothing.

"Huh? What's wrong, Angelfish?" Vance asked you. "There's no need to cry! Sure, you may not get to have that guy, but... you could always have me."

Vance gave you a tight hug... but something didn't seem quite right. "Angelfish"... hasn't someone called you that before...?

That was when you realized. You pushed him away from you, standing up and stumbling slightly backwards.

"Oh. So you noticed, did you?" He asked. "Well, it's a good thing we're near the sea, (Y/N)... your time is up!"

You watched as 'Vance' transformed into exactly who you thought he was.

Azul grabbed you, with his arms and tentacles, and pulled you into the water with him. You were worried you'd drown, but found yourself being able to breathe in the water, leading you to a horrible realization: your time really had run out.

"You and I will have a wonderful life together, (Y/N)." Your face was pressed tightly against Azul's chest, and with his multiple limbs holding you, there was no way you could get out of this hug. "We will love each other for all eternity... just as I had wanted."

#azul ashengrotto #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #yandere #yandere twst #yandere twst x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere azul ashengrotto #yandere azul x reader #yandere azul ashengrotto x reader #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere azul #by the way... #azul calling himself vance when he's pretending to be human #is a reference to how ursula called herself vanessa #thought that'd be a fun little reference

[amethystfairy1]

TTSBC lore ask! You talk a bunch about courting customs, but what about formal ceremonies like the Doctho wedding? How common are they, do they differ among species like courting does, are they similar to topside weddings or completely different? Or did Doc and Etho just kinda make it up as they went along like everything else lol?

The weddings are pretty similar to topside weddings all things considered! I mean, at Doc and Etho's wedding, Pearl was the 'flower' girl but because they don't have typical flowers in the under-city, she threw glowberry leaves instead! But yeah, it's a pretty similar event, just with some more under-city flair! Popular locations for under-city weddings are grottos off the main cavern, and witches actually make some money on the side by growing over wedding or event venues with moss and glow berries and other stuff to make them pretty! For all intents and purposes the Doctho wedding was pretty standard, they didn't go toooo wild, and they kept it pretty small! Of course the avian trio was there, so was Tango, Cleo, and Bdubs!

#fanfic #through the sky blue cracks #ao3 fanfic #hermitcraft #doctho #skyblings #worldbuilding

[aquitainequeen]

Live Action Ariel: Remember how Eric's statue was made of stone, so it was really bizarre how it ended up in my grotto? Now it's made of hollow metal, so I was able to carry it there myself!

Me: Huh, I always wondered about that! That's a neat way of handling it.

Live Action Ursula: And remember how Ariel signed her name to seal our contract, but didn't think to write down an explanation for Eric?

Me: Umm...I kind of assumed it was meant as a visual emphasis, signifying Ariel's literal 'deal with the Devil'-

Live Action Ursula: Yeah, so now instead she has to give me one of her scales and some of her blood to make the deal!

Me: All right, that's actually a nice nod to the original fairy tale, where the sea witch uses some of her own blood to make the potion.

Live Action Ursula: And!!! To solve the problem of Ariel only wanting Eric to kiss her in order to remain human permanently-

Me: Well, I'm sure it wasn't just that; and even if it was, it's somewhat justified since you outright said she'd belong to you if she failed-

Live Action Ursula: -I'm going to cast a spell on her so that she doesn't remember that she needs Eric to kiss her!!!

Me: ...okay. That's a bit clunky with the way you explained it, but whatever, you're expositing to your eels.

Live Action Sebastian: And now we're going to mention it again!

Me: Wait.

Live Action Scuttle: And again!

Me: No.

Live Action Flounder: And again!!!

Me: please stop

Live Action Ursula: And once more, with feeling!!!

Me: for the love of-

#the little mermaid spoilers #the little mermaid #the little mermaid 2023 #long post #When I mock I do it from love!!!

[the-witchs-cafe]

Grävmaskin Göran

The Witch of Fathomless Grottos. It is in his nature to act as a bystander. Through the monitors of millions across the globe, he observes the ever-changing landscape of the outside world and listens to the population's ever-fleeting panic and fears. Deep within the trenches and amongst these luminescent gemstones that is deemed to be his home, he was forced to thrive; his presence marked by these shattered jewels and the ashes still scattering within the air.

In pursuit of fueling the people's curiosity, desire for answers regarding his true nature, and their devotion to him alone, the witch is ever-so cautious and methodical as to keep himself distant- yet close enough to make his presence known and his awareness perceivable. His gaze alone is enough to turn the veins of those he surrounds to ice.

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Barrier appearance:

Ah, what better place that would perfectly depict Herobrine as the present witness that he is than through the countless screens he has been viewed on? Throughout the winding caverns overtaken by withering roots, numerous TV and computer screens are scattered on the walls and have even fallen to the ground; never to be picked up again. Most of the monitors display static, but, once you look closely, you manage to see a figure standing in the distance amidst a sea of fog; a silhouette of someone so familiar, yet so unrecognizable.

You've felt as though you're being watched ever since you've entered this labyrinth; the presence of someone behind you taking note of your every movement only became more imposing over time. No matter how many times you've turned your back just to find nothing there, your mind still insists on keeping an eye behind you at all times.

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As of this post's writing, we've still yet to find any traces of this witch's familiars, if they even exist at all; apparently, the witch preferring to let the humans he had captured to do the dirty work of terrorizing the outside world and creating altars in his memory. How peculiar; a witch with multiple familiars is a rarity, yes, but to find one who doesn't possess any at all is practically unheard of, especially one that is as ancient as this. What a curious specimen...

#time to play which witch inspired this bitch #spoiler: it's winchester #Minecraft #puella magi madoka magica #Herobrine #Witch Cards #Mod H.N Elly

[twistedoverbloat]

Is it okay to ask more child green thumb yuu, but this time yuu wanted to show their big brother dragons ( Malleus and Idia ) about this new plant they grew in their garden, and they show them a potted plant that Lilia haven't seen in many centuries as it's a exstinct flower that is native to the valley of thorns

They asked where they get it and all they said they found some unused plant seed that was in a box from the attic

The forbidden flower.

Yuu pulled her eldest brothers with them to their garden they're going to love the new flowers they grew! Their so pretty!

As Malleus and the others walked with the younger child they wondered what flower they grew this time. When Yuu put them in the center. Lilia and Malleus gasped seeing an extinct flower!

Lilia asked where they got this and they told them the ghost led them to a box in the attic with other seeds! They are more flowers growing in the back! As Yuu let them see the flower.

As they got a closer look they saw how it was black like the night with toxic green around it so beautifully dangerous. This was the same flower Maleficent grew as a symbol of the hardships she has over come growing into a dangerously beautifully women. Lilia only saw one when he was a younger bad and that was decades upon decades ago. It was called Mistrle fur Vilde Misstris of Evil. (Idk I tried to make it seem like fae ig?)

Yuu came back with more flowers that were extinct and the great 7 even made to represent them.

Vil almost fainted at the dark red and velvet rose that had beautiful black thorns! The Reine de la mort! The queen of death flower.

Leona looked at the flower that was almost like the sands of the Savanah with colors of the beast kings colors! The Scariaran flower.

Idia fell to the floor seeing the Eturna flower! It was a flower that was on fire that could never be put out, it was hades bride since it was one if the only things that grew underground.

Kalim looked at the Flower after the Hypnosis flower, it was a red flower with gold that could make anyone submit to it. And it can also be made into a antidote for any Hypnosis.

Azul looked at the flower in the bowl of water it was the Octavia flower? But it only grew down in the trenches? Even then it's only a flower of myth since no one could find the Sea Witches grotto! It was a inky black flower with purple looming it, with 8 flower petals that can change their size if needed.

Riddle almost dropped down. The Heartbeat flower! It was a flower with petals that symbols the long reign of the queen. It can be made into an obedience potion. It had 20 heart petals all blood red, with black and white for the stem and a golden like crown in the middle.

All the boy's looked at the younger child "Yuu dear where did you get these?" They smiled ran back inside and grabbed the box it had 7 gems on it that the great 7 forged and polished themselves. They all stared in shock. This child was able to bring the most extinct and myth like flowers before them.

They told Crowley, who then got a news station to show the world. Yuu was now the youngest Flower Breeder in all of the kingdoms. They even brought back the ghost flower that represented Ramshackle. A flower that represented Chenabog. And even more that represented so many good people from long ago.

And this happened all because they found a box in the attic.

#green thumb yuu #child yuu #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland yuu

[adarkrainbow]

Do you have any more information about the Michel Carré/Paul Collin "Sleeping Beauty" opera? I had never heard of it until now.

I knew you were gonna ask ;)

And don't worry you're not the only one, I just heard about this very obscure thing today while doing my early post! In fact, when you go check the Wikipedia articles of both Michel Carré and Paul Collin, you find nothing about any potential work on a "Sleeping Beauty" production... The piece is however evoked, described and link when you go check the Wikipedia page for the fairy, Urgèle.

Now the source for this Wikipedia paragraph is actually a double link to two articles stored by Gallica - the online archive of the BNF (Bibliothèque Nationale Française, National French Library).

The first link is here.

This article is from a newspaper called "Les clochettes algériennes et tunisiennes" (Algerian and Tunisian bells) from the 10th of January 1904. It was a Franco-Algerian newspaper about literature, humor and commercial business published every sunday. In the "Theatrical Week" segment you can read that an "opéra féerique" (fairy-opera, "or so claims the poster" adds the journalist) had its premier at the Municipal Theater: La Belle au Bois Dormant, Sleeping Beauty by Michel Carré and Paul Collin with music by Charles Silver (who received a Great Prize of Rome).

There is a recap of the plot that goes as such. Princess Aurore (Aurora, played by Mme Rigaud-Labenz) was recently born, and her five fairy godmothers (Primevère, Rieuse, Brillante, Sensible, Prudente - Primrose, Laughing, Shining, Sensitive and Careful) call upon her health and happiness. The King, pleased, invites them to a copious feast, but suddenly arrives the wicked fairy Urgèle (played by Mme Corot). Angry at having been excluded of the christening, she casts a curse: if the princess falls in love when she is twenty years old, she will die. We jump sometimes later, before the twenty years are passed - the princess Aurore is wandering, sad and dreaming, in the palace's garden, but her father's reassurance that once she goes over her 20th year without falling in love she will be free from the curse convinces her to not take part in the various games and entertainments of her young female companions. However the Wandering Knight appears (played by M. Broca) - welcomed by the king, he finds himself alone with Aurore. He is very openly in love with her, but when she answers favorably to his advances, she falls in a deep sleep as well as all the inhabitants of the castle.

A hundred years later, arrives the Prince (also played by M. Broca) - as he arrives in a forest he learsn from a peasant woman named Jacotte (Mme Stéphane), wife of the peasant Barnabé (M. Vialar) that the castle he sees on the horizon contains a princess who will marry anyone that is able to wake her up. The prince recalls that one of his ancestors told him that, once he had kissed a princess and she had immediately fallen asleep. Barnabé, overhearing the Prince revealing this secret, decides to go wake the princess and become king - but he is too afraid by the forest at night when he tries to go to the castle, and after stumbling over a rod/bundle of wood, it suddenly lifts itself in the air, carrying Barnabé with it (think of a witch's broomstick). Right after Barnabé was carried off in the air, the Prince enters, still thinking about the princess, and in the fog he sees Aurore that calls for help and tells him she loves him. He immediately rushes to the depths of the wood. Meanwhile Urgèle, in her cavern/grotto, calls against the Prince all the spirits of evil, while the flying piece of wood drops Barnabé right next to her. Urgèle puts Barnabé in a royal suit and sends him wake up Aurore, while suddenly, in a flashing light, Primrose appears saying "Aurore will be free, the times are over!" - which turns Urgèle's grotto into a celestial dome filled with springtime flowers, benevolent spirits and butterflies. Despite many obstacles ("flames, monsters and gnomes"), the Prince wakes up Aurore with a kiss on the forehead. All the servants wake up, and the two young royals exchange love vows. The old royal garden becomes green and alive again, and the good fairies appear, with laying at their feet the wicked fairy, vanquished.

After this recap of the plot, the critic-journalist tells their opinion. They point out that "apparently" it was a success in Marseille and Lyon, while it is currently played in Alger at the Théâtre de la Monnaie. According to the reviewer, its success is due to the "scenic and féerique" part of the work, "because, in truth, the music is too rudimentary. It is a musical dictation carefully written by an applied student, without any spelling or grammar mistakes. M. Silver is a Prize of Rome, which means he knows the technique of his art in a deep way. Unfortunately, he is missing something that is not demande for the examinations: inspiration. Not everybody can have genius, but M. Silver reveals himself as a beginner talent who under-uses his own work. Among four acts and one prologue, not one dominant moment, not one spark that makes the well-tooled orchestra alive. The author aimed at a too great simplicity, and comes off with a too-great naivety. And yet isn't the musical formula smoothly handled by M. Silver the best way to strongly express spontaneous feelings?"

The reviewer than says the actors really did their best to portray the characters - Mme Rigaud-Labenz and M. Broca were, "as usual" a triumph and only deserve a flood of praise - while the other characters were "episodic", and were "correctly held". In conclusion "the staging was very entertaining, and the play deserves to be seen". And the reviewer's name is "Frontin"

[As a personal note, the sources keep oscillating between calling this an opera and a theater play... In fact, Frontin clearly seems to call this a play, even pointing out with some irony that the work claims itself to be an opera.]

As for the other article, given this is already quite a lot, I will add this into a reblog.

#sleeping beauty #sleeping beauty adaptation #carré and collin's sleeping beauty #sleeping beauty opera #french adaptations

[vesemirsexual]

Minor Women in The Witcher 3:

Note: this is not the full list of every woman found in-game, however a list of many minor woman that do appear.

• Anabelle - Plague maiden from Fyke Island. In love with a local fisherman (Graham) but her father (Lord of Velen) disapproved. During a Nilfgaardian invasion, fled to Fyke Island to hide in a mage tower with her family. Took a paralysis potion to protect herself from assault when peasants stormed the tower, however when she woke she was unable to move, everyone else was dead, and rats descended on them, hence her ghost from a grisly death.

• Anna Strenger - Wife of the Bloody Baron, mother of Tamara Strenger. Fled from the Baron, his drunken rages and beatings, with her daughter. The Crones placed a curse on her which turned her into a monster after making a pact with them to abort her pregnancy, and she is dragged into Crookback Bog to repay her debt.

• Anisse - Young Aretuza graduate.

• Aynara - orphan found in Crookback Bog.

• Bea - Barmaid in Novigrad, non-human sympathiser and a friend of Ciri.

• Bergthora - Wife of Eiric in Skellige.

• Birna Bran - Widow of the King of Skellige, engaged in a conspiracy that ends in a massacre at Kaer Trolde due to her disdain with customs and wish to establish a hereditary rulership.

• Carthia van Canten (Cantarella/Sasha) - Head of Nilfgaardian Secret Service.

• Catarina - Actor in the Foxen.

• Corinne Tilly - Oneiromancer (deciphering the past and present in dreams).

• Dolores Reardon - Old woman, ran away from her Temerian wealthy family with her lover.

• Dora - young woman harassed by thugs who Geralt walks home (even though she can take care of herself).

• Edna var Attre - Daughter of a Nilfgaardian ambassador, twin sister to Rosa.

• Elsa - Innkeeper in White Orchard.

• Eveline Gallo - Circus acrobat, accomplished thief and an elf.

• Felicia Cori - Young aspiring sorceress, former Philippa pupil, burned by the Church of the Eternal Fire.

• Gretka - Girl which Ciri saves from wolves in Velen.

• Ingrid Vegelbud - Daughter of Patricia Vegelbud.

• Irina Renarde - Leader of the Foxen (Mummers troupe), an actor.

• Jacquette - Young woman who is engaged to a knight errant of Toussaint.

• Jonna - Alchemist in Rannvaig.

• Josta - Priestess of Freya.

• Jutta an Dimun - Shield maiden on Faroe, clan Dimun.

• Karli - Mother of two sons killed by a dragon in Fyresdal.

• Kurisu - Kidnapped by pirates, escapes and is found around Freyas Temple.

• Lena - Young woman attacked by a griffin while sneaking out to meet her Nilfgaardian lover.

• Liesje - Farmer and wife in White Orchard.

• Marabella - Teacher in Novigrad, poet and fond of horses.

• Margrit (Margaret) - Sister of Niellen's missing wife.

• Maria Louisa La Valette - Foltests mistress. A baroness, has two illegitimate children by Foltest.

• Marlene de Trastamara - Noble woman who turns away the wrong beggar and is cursed.

• Marquise Serenity - Madame at the Passiflora.

• Matilda de Vermentino - Owner of the Vermentino vineyard.

• Molly - Maid or noblewoman, depending on previous player choices.

• Nissa - Elven comedienne in The Puffins troupe.

• Patricia Vegelbud - Matriach of the Vegelbud family.

• Pinastri - Lapsed Eighth Day Flagellant, herbalist.

• Polly - Choreogapher in Novigrad. Dandelion used to hide out in her house.

• Rosa var Attre - Daughter of the Nilfgaardian ambassador, twin sister of Edna. Fencer.

• Sara - Godling "haunting" a house in Novigrad.

• Sweet Nettie - Sex worker, potential serial killer victim.

• Tamara Strenger - Witch hunter, daughter of the Bloody Baron. Fled with her mother, and joined the witcher hunters so she would be able to survive trekking into the bog to save her.

• Thecla - Wise woman in the village below Bald Mountain. Seeress.

• Vernossiel - Leader of a small Scoia'tael commando group.

• Viki - Shipwreck survivor, sheltering a young boy in Widows grotto.

• Vivienne de Tabris - Lady in waiting to Anna Henrietta. Cursed to turn into a bird when the moon is out.

#it's woman time #tw3 #the witcher 3 #katie txt

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Ya'll sent me your fav spoopy fics. Enjoy!

Anon

Spell It Out For Me by Chubstilinski

(1/1 I 14,766 I Explicit I Sterek)

But now Stiles was, well. He was fat. Not extremely so, just a little chubby, really, but it was exaggerated, every curve highlighted by the tightness of clothes made for a slender body. His Clark Kent slacks clung to thick thighs and cut into his hips. A substantial belly and small muffin top spilled over the waistband, stretching the buttons on his clean shirt. Derek could see the swell of his chest where the Superman logo peeked out from the undone top buttons, and he felt like he was going crazy. Stiles was gorgeous.

Or, on Halloween, Stiles gets jinxed by a hoodoo practitioner into gaining weight very rapidly. Derek thinks it's sexy. Stiles thinks Derek is sexy. Shenanigans ensue.

Hallow’s Warmth by raisesomehale 

(1/1 I 68,023 I Mature I Sterek)

Derek and Cora own the little coffee shop downtown, Stiles is the regular and talkative client that Derek may or may not be infatuated with, and the cold weather is extremely inconvenient considering it dusts Stiles’ cheeks with a rosy shade of red and causes his breath to frost over in white puffs whenever he laughs.

Pining and Halloweenie things ensue.

@emeraldvssilver

Dead Things by standinginanicedress

(6/6 I 89,100 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek blows some more smoke out. He chooses to look at Stiles’ mouth instead of in his eyes, again. “I need you to bring someone back.”

“Back.”

“From the dead.”

“Absolutely not,” Stiles scoffs, shaking his head. “Not for you, not for all the money in the world.”

Derek looks at him, just looks. He is not going to accept no for an answer, and Stiles knows it, but it doesn’t matter, because Stiles will not do that. He cannot do that, not again. “Why not for me in specific?”

Darling, Dearest, Dead by standinginanicedress

(1/1 I 42,218 I Explicit I Sterek)

“It’s October first.”

“So it is.”

Stiles taps his chin a bit dubiously, and then sips his pumpkin spice nice and slow, as if he’s considering all his possibilities. Across the room, an old man frowns at the two of them sitting there – maybe because they’re homos, or maybe because Stiles is the local witch doctor. Either way, Stiles pays it no mind and simply winks in the old man’s direction before turning his eyes back onto Derek. “My witchy powers are in full force in this dark month.”

“Can’t we just carve pumpkins and put decorations up like everyone else?”

@snarkatthemoon

How Many Pumpkins Is Too Many Pumpkins? by snarkatthemoon

(1/1 I 12,547 I Mature I Sterek)

"Wake up," Stiles says, and places a kiss behind Derek's ear. "My birthday is over, and Halloween season has officially begun. I've booked the pumpkin patch for eleven."

Derek's happy, barely-awake rumbles abruptly stop, his body stiffening. He rolls over slowly, then blinks at Stiles, his eyes crusty with sleep. "What."

"Pumpkins, Derek," Stiles says. "We need to get there early or all the good ones will be gone. This house is huge, so we're probably going to need at least twenty to sufficiently decorate—"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Derek says, sitting up in bed suddenly, a look of abject horror on his face. "Who said anything about pumpkins, or decorating?"

"Uh, me," Stiles tells him, rolling his eyes. "There's only two weeks until Halloween. I want this place to look like Satan's grotto by the time we’re done with it. Realistically, how many pumpkins do you think you can carve in an afternoon. Eight? Ten?"

.

Or, the one where Stiles is stupidly excited for Halloween, and Derek...isn't. Oh, and they may accidentally adopt a cat to which Stiles is also stupidly excited, and Derek...isn't.

AND

@dragonsandwolvesohmy suggested these!

build your bones by pineneedlepants

(2/2 I 15,042 I Explicit I Sterek)

There’s something acid twisting in Stiles’ scent as he keeps staring at Derek, awkward silence surrounding them. Derek can practically see the gears turning inside Stiles’ head as he comes to his conclusions.

‘’Not a faulty wiring then, huh. Hunters?’’

Derek gives one sharp nod.

‘’The ones after you now?’’

Another sharp nod.

‘’Well, shit,’’ Stiles says, and Derek sees his face widening into a feral grin. ‘’If they ever cross me and mine,’’ he says with dark glee, ‘’they’ll be so fucking sorry for all of their life choices. I can promise you that.’’

Devil in the Details by Accidental_Ducky

(8/8 I 26,473 I Mature I Sterek)

“So we’ll split up.”

“Baby,” Boyd says, taking her arm in a gentle hold,” that is the single whitest sentence to ever leave your mouth. Splitting up to search for a crazed murderer with no moral compass is a job better left to the police. I say we go upstairs, barricade the basement door closed and hangout in the lobby until help shows up.”

“Derek found a way to break out of a sealed chamber and you think shoving a desk in front of a wooden door will keep him from using our skin as lampshades?”

“I never should have let you watch American Horror Story. Our lives have just gone downhill since then.” Boyd runs a hand over his mouth, scratching absently at the stubble along his jaw before heaving out a sigh. “Fine, we’ll go look for Hale, but we’re sticking together. I’m not about to be the token black guy that gets butchered in some kind of cheesy nineties horror flick.”

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #halloween #submssion

[rpgsandbox]

Welcome, traveller, to the fungus-wracked tangle of Dolmenwood, and beware, for all here is not as it seems…

Dolmenwood is a fantasy adventure game set in a lavishly detailed world inspired by the fairy tales and eerie folklore of the British Isles. Like traditional fairy tales, Dolmenwood blends the dark and whimsical, the wondrous and weird.

Streamlined rules and helpful introductory materials guide novice players, while unique new magic and monsters bring a fresh sense of the unknown to veteran role-players. We’re launching the three Dolmenwood core books, plus a range of delectable extras.

Check Out a 76-Page Preview PDF!

Check out our free 76 page preview PDF of material from the 3 core books!

Preview also available at DriveThruRPG and necroticgnome.com (no account required).

Rife with intrigue, secrets, and magic, Dolmenwood draws travellers of adventurous spirit, daring them to venture within.

Explore the wild places of the Wood, travelling through bramble-choked dells, fungus-encrusted glades, and foetid marshes, bedding down among root and bracken amid the nocturnal babbling of strange beasts.

Unearth treasure hoards in forgotten ruins, haunted fairy manors, dripping caverns, crystal grottoes, unhallowed barrow mounds, and abandoned delvings.

Confront fell beasts, roving fungal monstrosities, terrible wyrms, tricksome fairies, and restless spirits of the long deceased.

Recover saintly relics and shrines lost in the befuddling tangle of the Wood, gaining the favour of the Church by returning them to civilisation.

Forage for weird fungi and herbs in the untrod depths of the woods, many with useful magical powers—and many that can be sold for profit.

Strike against Chaos, defending civilisation from the encroaching forces of the wicked, half-unicorn Nag-Lord who lurks in the corrupted northern woods.

Unravel secrets of deep magic, charting the obelisks, dolmens, and ley lines littered throughout Dolmenwood—but beware the sinister Drune cult that wards them.

Seek the counsel of witches and hags, masters of magic that can heal, hex, or divine the future.

Meddle in the affairs of the nobility, allying with a noble house in its intrigues and power plays in the courts of High-Hankle and Castle Brackenwold.

Journey along fairy roads, ancient magical paths bordering on the ageless realm of Fairy that allow travel throughout Dolmenwood—and perchance to realms beyond.

Return to the homely hearth to share tales of peril with quaint locals over a mug of ale and a well-stoked pipe.

The Dolmenwood Player’s Book (A4 size, Smyth-sewn hardcover, 192 pages approx., 1 ribbon marker) contains the complete game rules plus all character options.

Player’s introduction to the intrigues and mysteries of the forest realm of Dolmenwood.

Familiar character creation with the six classic stats, level and XP, Hit Points, and Armour Class.

6 playable kindreds: goat-headed breggles, starry-eyed elves, tricksome grimalkin cat-fairies, everyday humans, fungus-riddled mosslings, and bat-faced woodgrues.

9 character classes: cleric, enchanter, fighter, friar, hunter, knight, magician, minstrel, and thief.

4 kinds of magic: mighty arcane workings, fairy glamours and runes, holy prayers to the host of saints, and the odd knacks of mosslings.

Detailed, flavourful equipment with lists of adventuring gear, armour, weapons, mounts, hounds, inn lodgings, tavern fare, beverages, pipeleafs, fungi, and herbs.

Simple core rules: roll a d6 or a d20 plus modifiers versus a target number.

Easy-to-follow procedures for travel, camping, foraging, dungeon delving, encounters, combat, and downtime.

Full examples of play and introductory materials make the game easy to learn.

The Dolmenwood Campaign Book (A4 size, Smyth-sewn hardcover, 464 pages approx., 2 ribbon markers) presents a lavishly detailed campaign setting, ready for years of adventure.

Referee’s introduction delving into the regions and history of Dolmenwood.

Mysterious lore of the lost shrines, standing stones, ley lines, fairy roads, Wood Gods, and fairy nobles.

7 major factions: the Chaos-godling Atanuwë, the wicked fairy Cold Prince, the sorcerous Drune, the human nobility, the breggle nobility, the monotheistic Pluritine Church, and the enigmatic witches.

12 settlements detailed with major sites and NPCs and beautiful maps.

Expanded procedures for weather, getting lost, encountering monsters, fishing, foraging, and hunting.

200 pages of fantastic locations waiting to be explored.

Over 280 NPCs with their own desires and schemes.

Referee advice on starting and running campaigns, awarding XP, designing adventures, and creating dungeons.

Starter adventure to get you right into the action.

Hundreds of magical artefacts from enchanted oddments to mighty relics.

Over 250 rumours to drive adventure.

Easy-to-reference presentation designed to minimise page flipping and prep time.

The Dolmenwood Monster Book (A4 size, Smyth-sewn hardcover, 128 pages approx., 1 ribbon marker) details a bestiary of creatures that lurk under Dolmenwood’s eaves.

87 fully detailed monsters dripping with flavour, including encounter seeds and beautiful illustrations.

48 mundane animals including unique Dolmenwood fauna such as gobbles and gelatinous apes.

9 types of of normal humans: anglers, criers, fortune-tellers, lost souls, merchants, pedlars, pilgrims, priests, and villagers.

27 NPC stat blocks for common adventuring classes.

Adventuring party generator for rolling up NPC adventurers on quests of their own.

Over 300 rumours describing monsters as featured in local folklore.

Monster creation guidelines to keep players on their toes.

Easy-to-read stat blocks and bullet point presentation for quick reference.

Dolmenwood uses a lightly customised version of the acclaimed Old-School Essentials rules system, tailored to Dolmenwood and with some major quality-of-life upgrades. Players of all editions of Dungeons & Dragons will find the Dolmenwood rules very familiar.

Ability Scores: Roll for 6 ability scores: Strength, Intelligence, Wisdom, Dexterity, Constitution, Charisma.

Kindred, Class, and Level: 6 kindreds, 9 classes, levels 1–15.

Hit Points (HP): Roll 1d4, 1d6, or 1d8 (determined by Class) for HP. Re-roll 1s or 2s. 0 HP is dead!

Armour Class (AC): AC 10 = unarmoured, better protection raises AC.

Initiative: Streamlined side-based initiative makes combat fast and exciting: each side (monsters / adventurers) rolls 1d6 each Round—highest roll acts first.

Attacking: Roll 1d20, add Attack bonus and modifiers, try to beat the target’s AC, roll damage.

Saving Throws: Roll 1d20, add modifiers, try to beat a fixed target number on the character sheet.

Ability Checks: Roll 1d6, add ability modifier, 4 or higher succeeds.

Skill Checks: Roll 1d6, add modifiers, try to beat a fixed target number on the character sheet.

As an adventure game in the heritage of the RPGs of the 1970s and 1980s, Dolmenwood espouses the danger and excitement of the old-school play style.

Emergent character creation: Unique and surprising Player Characters emerge from quick random rolls, rather than from detailed character build optimisation.

Exploration, puzzles, and tricks: Players’ ingenuity and creativity are challenged by devious puzzles, traps, and tricks. Simply rolling dice to succeed is often not an option!

Creative thinking encouraged: Easy-to-learn rules for exploration, encounters, and combat provide referees with a robust framework from which to make impromptu rulings on players’ outside-the-box antics.

Fast, exciting combat: Combat encounters are quick to play out, leaving plenty of time in game sessions for exploration and role-playing. As in real life, combat is not fair or balanced—players whose clever tactics tip the balance in their favour will prevail!

Zeroes to heroes: Characters advance from humble beginnings to heights of great power.

Open-ended sandbox play: Campaigns focus on freeform stories evolved over the course of play, with players driving the action.

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[thenightmarketofdathomir]

The Ritual - Darth Maul x Reader

Pairing: Darth Maul x Reader (AFAB Cis), Fanged God as Maul/Reader Rating: Explicit Word Count: 10,914 words Warnings: Edgeplay, Knife/Talon Play, Blood Play/Kink, Choking/Asphyxiation, Bondage, Degradation, D/s overtones, Sacred Sex/Heiros Gamos, P in V, Nightsister Magic, Revival of Ancient Dathomiri Culture/Customs, Alien Biology, Cybernetics in full effect (Robo Cock), Early Crimson Dawn Era, Deity Possession, no use of y/n Notes: For @grinningnexu 🖤❤️🖤

Summary:

The new Lord of Dathomir is set on reviving and bastardizing ancient traditions, and you, a Priestess, are intent on doing your job — no matter how off-putting he is.

There is only one rule you need to remember: the Gods must be appeased.

Excerpt below or Read the full fic at Ao3 >

Foreword —

Etched into the walls of the Red Grotto, stoic beneath the dripping walls and calcified creeper that drape the ancient parts of the cave system beneath the mountain, markings made by nimble Nightbrother fingers tell a story in pictures:

A zabrak descended from the cliffside, a crown of horns on his head, to be bathed in the springs by careful hands of his consorts, reborn and renewed after the hunt.  

The drawings, etched in hydraatis acid, have withstood three millennia of change above, from witches to the Nightsisters to their Brothers’ reclaiming, and yet remain:

This is Dathomir, at its deepest heart.

And like the darkness that gathers here, where the whispers of ancient voices can still be heard when the waters are stirred, some things endure:

The ritual has never changed.

But the King will reign once more.

The Red Grotto, Dathomir —

There’s no one here. 

That’s your first thought after tripping down the last set of spiralling stone stairs and nearly upending the tray of salts and oils and soaps you were tasked to bring into the bathing chambers, expecting his return from the westernmost swamps from a rancor hunt. As if anyone did that anymore. More ritual and pomp, you thought. Something to appease the halls full of guests from the syndicates because some traditions kept the kitchens staffed and everyone else fed, but —

No one expected he’d actually go through with that ancient Dathomiri custom: a rancor hunt to feed a full hall of people but also to demonstrate a Nightbrother’s prowess; his virility.

The thing is… you’ve heard rumours about him:

How he was split in half from the waist down years ago by an adversary in a battle that ended with his supposed death. He came back, didn’t he? Just like he came back to Dathomir after so many years. 

You let out a breath, taking in the dripping walls overtaken by vines and leaves that appear to breathe and shiver in the dim brazier light; the enormous bathing pools of various temperatures fed by the springs, some steaming and murky, others cool and wafting mist. Only the patter of the waterfall on stone on the grottos edges settle your nerves. The sound is unending; a constant rainfall under the phosphor of glowworms clinging to the foliage draping from the ceilings.

It’s beautiful. Too quiet, almost, because you know the ichor has been restless since he got here. Too serene for its new owner.

Now here you are and here he isn’t.

The ‘him’ in question isn’t so much a man as he is a monster, or so his renown would suggest: the new leader and face of the Dawn who’d set up operations on his homeworld, along with a retinue who’d attend him, and all his little syndicate minions.

You took your occupation and the handsome pay that came with it with the understanding that your service required a combination of discretion, secrecy, and decorum. You’ve never met him. You’ve only heard the stories:

The Son of Dathomir is indifferent to the pleasures of the consorts the Black Sun brought with them, and he has no mind for leisurely decadence like dining or drinking or even bathing in the ceremonial waters below the mountain. 

A King is still a king if only in name, you remind yourself. Even if he is a bloodthirsty monster.

You set down your tray. The bottles tink together, and you scrunch your nose at the luxury. You’re familiar with all of them: mixtures with various potencies to ease aching muscles and render someone euphoric, to cool the skin and to warm it, and a special salve made especially for legs built from durasteel: a mixture to ensure fluidity in the joints and protect it from the humidity. 

You blended it yourself on the twelfth moon, with ingredients fresh from the apothecary in the Night Market. It’s perfect. It’s precious. Picking it up, the ointment coats the inside of the transparisteel, as thick and potent as the night you prepared it. 

A little gift meant for someone half-cybernetic. 

A token. A thank you. Not to curry favour, but…

Dathomir hasn’t been the same since he returned, you think.

In many ways, with so many new faces — laughter in the hallways and revels waking the daylight on so many evenings — it’s better. Different, but alive again.

Sighing, you replace the jar, thinking about wasted ingredients and wasted time. 

Silly tokens.

Silly girl, you think. 

This is stupid — this fear, this nervousness. 

You were assigned a task for which you were prepared to do whatever necessary to appease the man, and were given leave for it, and he’s not here. You’ve hours at your disposal, and glaring up into the cavernous space of the grotto with your hands on your hips, you arrive at a decision as the damp seeps beneath your dress:

The grotto is ancient, and sacred, and private.

No one will disturb you here.

You might as well enjoy it...

Read the rest at Ao3 >

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