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daytaker · 3 months

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Hey man, congrats on 250 followers. Can you do the "sleep cute" prompt with Solomon? Love your work, keep it up. It's really your choice but could it be platonic if you do it?

Thank you so much, Anon! I was about three quarters done with this when it occurred to me that it didn't quite fit the "sleep cute" trope, but they sleep, and it's quite cute, so hopefully you don't mind.

The Best Apprentice

Solomon x Reader Genre: Fluff Word Count: 1206 CW: minor injuries; a whiff of the suggestive, but barely

[Part of my 250 Followers Mini Event!]

It’s almost three o’clock in the morning when the sound of a small explosion coming from Solomon’s room sends you jumping out of bed and skidding down the hallway between his room and yours. Not bothering to knock, you throw the door open, only to find the sorcerer standing up beside his desk, blinking rapidly and looking almost as confused as you do.

“Oh! Ahaha… I’m sorry, did that wake you up?” He smiles apologetically, running a hand through his messy hair. He yawns, and you peer past him to see just what the hell could have made that sound.

On the table, you see what you once would have assumed was a chemistry set of some sort. Now, of course, you recognize that Solomon’s been brewing some potion or other. Or, he had been. One of the vials of liquid seems to have exploded. Tiny shards of glass cover the desk, and, you’re alarmed to realize, your mentor’s right hand.

“What happened?” You sound more annoyed than you intended as you step gingerly across the room. You have on socks, but that doesn’t make you feel much better knowing shards of glass are probably lying on the floor too.

“I…” He yawns again and chuckles sheepishly. “I fell asleep with one of my reagents stirring. It’s a good thing too, because if I’d been sitting up, I’d have gotten glass in my face.”

“If you had been sitting up,” you counter, “it wouldn’t have exploded.”

“Ahaha… Touché,” Solomon admits, then he holds his arm out, preventing you from stepping any closer. “Now, careful, or you’ll get cut.”

He utters a quick incantation, and the shattered glass dissolves from the desk. With that out of the way, Solomon looks grimly at the beakers that still sit intact on his desk. “I need more devilfish oil and sassafras.” He sighs. “I’m low on a few bonding agents too, so I guess it’s time I went shopping.”

“The only place it’s time for you to go is bed,” you say in a no-nonsense tone. This seems to only amuse Solomon, much to your annoyance. “I’m not joking. If you fell asleep at your desk, you clearly need the rest.”

He steps closer to you and cups your cheeks in his hands, smiling at you with an expression somewhere between ‘impish’ and ‘adoring’.

“Now, now,” he says lightly, pressing his forehead to yours. You deadpan as he strokes your cheeks with his thumbs. “That’s hardly something for an apprentice to be telling their master, isn’t it?”

“First of all, you’re my mentor, not my master.” You give a small scowl at this overstep of his and gently remove his hands from your cheeks, taking a small step back. “And second, I’m not telling you as your apprentice. I’m telling you as your friend.”

He cants his head to the side, his smile growing just a fraction of an inch. “Just as my friend?”

“Don’t push your luck, Solomon.”

“Well, pardon me. With the way you’re still holding onto my hands, you’re sending me mixed messages.”

“You’re impossible.” You drop his left hand but hold his right one up and look it over. It seems the glass that had struck him was magicked away by the same spell that took care of the rest of it, but there are still little cuts on the back of it. He could have taken care of this in an instant, you know, but he didn’t. Probably because he wants you to do it. Muttering an incantation, you heal the cuts on his hand and let it go.

As you predicted, Solomon appears supremely pleased as he looks his hand over. “Well, look at that. All better!” He looks up at you again with smiling eyes. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Now go to sleep.”

“Hmm…” Solomon turns around and walks back over to the desk, tapping it with his forefinger. “No, I don’t think I will.”

“Excuse me?” You fold your arms and glare at him, but he’s no longer looking at you. He’s looking over the beakers on his desk again. Or pretending to, at least. You don’t trust this little stunt of his for a second.

“I’m so busy with my research,” he explains. You don’t need to see his face to know there’s a shiteating grin on it. “I’m just not feeling very motivated to go to sleep right now.”

“You realize you’re behaving like a child, right?”

Solomon peers over his shoulder at you and shrugs, his smile never wavering, before returning his attention to his lab setup, carefully capping some vials while preparing to mix some others together. He’s such a pain in the ass sometimes.

So you approach him and hug him from behind. “Please?” Two can play the childish card. You aren’t so easy to outdo.

For just a fraction of a second, you feel Solomon tense. Then he laughs.

“How badly do you want me to sleep, exactly?”

“Soooo badly.”

He swivels around and you’re hit with something like déjà vû. He cups your cheeks with his hands and presses his forehead to yours again. Only this time, your arms are still around him. And his smile is just so… Solomon.

“Alright. If you insist. But you’re going to join me.”

You sigh. And Solomon, interpreting that as a response, drops your cheeks and takes a step back, looking a little put out, but more embarrassed. It’s surprising to actually see him like that.

“Sorry.” He’s smiling again already. “That was a little out of line, wasn’t it.” Pink still dusts his cheeks as he looks intently down at the desk, as if he’s searching for something. “But alright, you win. I’ll go to bed. Sorry again about waking you.”

“Solomon,” you reply, crossing your arms. You’re almost sighing again. Almost. “I didn’t say no.”

He perks up almost instantly.

“But don’t get any weird ideas! You said you wanted me to join you! Nobody said anything about anything else, understand?”

“Of course,” he replies with a beam. “Surely you didn’t think I had any impure intentions? Or did you maybe hope that I did…?”

You turn around to walk out of the room.

“Alright, sorry, understood! Ahaha… You’re so tricky to please sometimes!”

Solomon flops down on his bed and scoots to the far end of it, patting the spot beside him. You’re a little bit more embarrassed than you’d anticipated as he watches you climb on up after him and get under the covers. You stare at the ceiling, uncomfortable and a bit on edge, when you feel Solomon roll onto his side to face you.

“Hey.”

You turn your head to look at him. He’s awfully close, unsurprisingly. You can’t stop a nervous giggle from spilling out. He smiles softly at this and touches your cheek. “You really are the best apprentice I ever could have hoped for. Thanks for everything.”

The tension inside you seems to melt away like snow as you roll onto your side and snuggle up to the sorcerer. “You’re welcome. Now go to sleep.”

“So bossy,” he chuckles under his breath.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it.”

“I never said I didn’t.”

“Goodnight, Solomon.”

“Goodnight, my adorable apprentice.”

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phoebe-delia · 4 months

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The Family We Choose

Okay. So. I got very emo because of this post from @xx-thedarklord-xx. And then I got all the feels from @littlewinnow's INCREDIBLE art for it. And it got me thinking about what it must've been like for Hagrid to meet baby Scorp. And just. This happened.

"Hagrid, this is Scorpius Fleamont Potter." Harry gently places the little bundle in Hagrid's waiting arms.

Hagrid brings the child up close to his chest. "Oh, look at yeh," he murmurs. "Such a wee one. He's got yer eyes, Harry."

Draco chuckles softly. "Yes, he does. And my hair, luckily for him."

Harry wraps his arm around Draco. "He got the best of us both, I think."

Hagrid gazes in wonder at the baby in his arms; the chubby cheeks, the wide green eyes, the fine blond hair on his soft head.

Hagrid feels his eyes well up, and he tries to hold back his tears; he should wait to be a blubbering mess when there's not a baby in his arms, but he can't help it. He sniffs and tries not to let the overwhelming happiness in his chest take him over entirely.

When he glances back up at Harry and Draco, they're looking at him with joy and fondness; particularly Harry, who appears as close to tears as Hagrid feels himself.

"Hagrid," Harry starts, "Draco and I wanted you to be among the first on staff to meet Scorpius. And, well...We also wanted to say thank you."

Hagrid's breath catches. "Ter thank meh? Wha' for?"

"For everything," Harry shrugs. "For being part of the reason I'm here—and that Scorp is here."

"And for your great capacity for forgiveness," Draco says quietly. "I can't imagine I'd have lasted long here as a professor if not for your generosity and empathy."

Hagrid can't hold back the tears now. He looks back down at Scorpius and then at Harry and Draco. "Neither of yeh needs ter thank meh."

"We wanted to," Harry says. "And—to introduce you to your future apprentice here, of course."

Draco raises an eyebrow. "What makes you think he won't be a potions master?"

Harry shrugs. "Nothing, only that potions is a miserable subject for miserable twats."

Draco swats at his arm. "Is that any way to talk about your husband's career?"

Harry grins and rubs at his arm. "I suppose I deserved that."

"Too right you did," Draco grumbles. Harry snickers and pulls Draco closer, pressing a quick kiss to his temple.

Hagrid begins to tune out the bickering couple and looks back at Scorpius, who coos in his arms. The child is absolutely perfect; and better than that, he's safe. He's loved. And he always will be.

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lostinforestbound · 6 days

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No thoughts head empty just rolans heroic spouse creating lip balm (similar to modern one with how easy it is to use and carry) just for Rolan 🥺

Oh my god that would be so fucking sweet!

Suddenly jumping from apprentice to master of the tower would be so stressful! A lot of work is suddenly on his shoulders at once and he has trouble navigating it in a timely matter. There's back orders, there's many tomes to organize, he has to check in on funds and supplies for sorcerous sundries, and gods damn it all why did Lorroakan organize these damn potions like this?? On top of all of that, he has to make time to study the weave, and also make time for his siblings.

He was already a lip biter, but it's now worse than ever. The skin is now breaking, chapped, and most times bleeding. Most days he doesn't dare look in the mirror to look at his disheveled state.

When his partner notices, they're concerned. When they kiss him, they sometimes taste blood and it makes them worry for him. He insists it's not a big deal, but they don't believe him for a minute.

So they make a lip balm, one that heals the skin but also completely moisturizes it. It smells incredible.

Rolan is shocked when they present it to him for the first time. It renders him speechless, especially when they decide to take some of it on their finger and gently apply it to his lips for him. It's the sweetest, kindest gesture they're ever done, and warmth enters his face when they kiss him right afterwards. It tastes like cherries.

He adds that lip balm to his morning routine and carries it around while he works. He still bites at his lips as it's not the perfect solution, but he at least remembers to put it on when his lips peel again.

When it runs out, he shyly asks if they could make another one, but have it taste like peaches.

#forest-chats #rolan #bg3 rolan #holy rolan empire #rolan bg3 #rolan x tav #rolan brainrot #rolan x reader

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typingdyslexiaisathing · 11 days

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Skilled Hands (Obey Me!) fic

content: Solomon X reader. NSFW. Established relationship, romance, fluff, mature subject of sexual intimacy and making love.

Solomon was doing this on purpose. He had to be doing this on purpose. Using those sculpted hands to gesture and trace over what the two of you were working on. Solomon had insisted that both of you should focus on your magic studies today. Which you did want to work on as his apprentice. Yet you found everything he was doing completely distracting. Watching as he spoke of tending to magic tools or writing spell scrolls or such. Wanting him to be using those lips to kiss you instead of ramble. Wanting those hands against your skin instead of tinkering with various equipment. Wishing to scent his musk instead of potion ingredients and old paper.

After three hours of this slow and aggravating torture, you broke. Solomon ended up turning after setting his tools down to find you right in front of him. Tears in the corner of your eyes for him to frown in concern. So you took both his hands and leaned in for a kiss. One that was demanding and hungry. Which had Solomon chuckle into for you to part for air. His smirk one of coy amusement. "My my. It would seem you were quite distracted. Yet you held out for this long? What a considerate apprentice you are. But a very naughty student." Solomon leaned close to whisper in your ear. "Should I make you beg of me to worship you in all the ways I know? Or might I let you ravage me senseless to be left stripped and vulnerable to my beloved soul? Either way, the choice is yours."

You gave a full shudder to grip Solomon's hands tight. Those tears falling as you admitted you couldn't make up your mind out of pure overload. It hurt to have so much want and need that you gave a sniffle of noise. So Solomon gave you gentle kisses and soft touches to your face to coax you all the closer. His fingers did their work with effortless and tender care. Stripping you of your coverings as magic soaked the room. Locking doors and windows to alight the room with small colorful flames that hung in the air. Solomon whispered in Greek against your lips to soon have both of you naked. Those hands soon resting against your heart for him to purr in sheer delight. "Such thunder. Such molten heat. Honor me with your love and make us one."

Solomon spent the entire time the two of you made love smiling. His words and touches tickling your skin as you did much the same. Tasting and teasing to deepen the dance of this blissful union. The passing thought of how long Solomon has had to master this art of love soon tumbling away as he washed joy and pleasure over you and through you. Kissing away what tears fell when you got overstimulated to switch things to ensure your delight. The both of you open in all vulnerability in the age old song of loving and making love. Until the both of you lay in his bed to be covered in sweat. Solomon letting you use him for a snuggle pillow to be trying to catch his breath. Your head to his heart to savor how that drumming was full of strength and life. The pace racing and heated as Solomon started to laugh. His hands soon reaching up to cradle you close to that thunder in his caged ribs for him to keep laughing. "Ah. So this is what father meant when he wrote of love for my mother. Yes. Something I will savor for eons to come. My beloved apprentice. You leave me spellbound."

The former king soon lifts you up to place a few kisses to your face. His joy having him trill a happy sound before he speaks. "Methinks we might use a specific spell to craft a heated tub of water and some other things to get cleaned up in here. Wouldn't want the angels to smite us for having such revelry."

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misc-obeyme · 8 months

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Hello!!!! Congratulations on your 1k followers, i love your writing!! Could I please request "I need to hear you say it" with Solomon?? It's OK if not, tysm!!! ✨

Hello, anon!! Thank you so much!!

Okay since the last Solomon request was so angsty, I really tried for some fluff with this one! I also have another one upcoming that I think is going to be angsty, so yeah I really wanted to try to fluff it up. Hopefully it turned out okay!

Thank you for participating!

1,000 Followers Event!

GN!MC x Solomon with prompt "I need to hear you say it."

Warnings: none!

It all started innocently enough. It was almost an inside joke at first. Solomon had made a witty remark about how your time was always monopolized by the demon brothers and that he would be happy just to get a letter from you. So you wrote him a letter - a brief four sentence message that you actually sent to Purgatory Hall through the Devildom mail.

And of course Solomon had written you back - sending you a letter four pages long.

This continued for some time, your letters getting longer and his getting shorter until you were both regularly writing page long letters to each other.

And at some point, the letters became something more. The two of you never talked about them. You never discussed their contents. So the letters became more and more about feelings, emotions that neither of you could speak out loud, either to each other or to anyone else. They started to hold things like your hopes and fears and dreams. Sometimes Solomon just wrote poetry and other times it was an idea for a new spell, but so frequently it was almost a confession. He would talk about things like his jealousy of the brothers, his experience of being immortal, his thoughts on the Devildom, his relationships with your mutual friends.

Your letters were similar, meeting the level of confidence that his letters seemed to indicate he had in you. You would talk about your feelings, share your personal thoughts, the things you didn’t speak to anyone.

When you became Solomon’s apprentice, the letters would sometimes refer to real life events. Solomon would tell you how proud he was of you mastering a complicated spell recently. He would write you letters of encouragement when you were struggling to get a potion just right. Sometimes he would tell you about what it meant to be a sorcerer and how it had affected his life.

You would respond with your doubts about your abilities, your happiness at having figured out something complicated, your gratitude that he was your teacher. You spoke about how patient and kind he was. That it was because of him that you were as powerful as you were.

And then one day you realized that the person you were in those letters was not the same person you were when you were actually with Solomon. The letter writer was more open, more vulnerable, capable of saying things to him that you could never dream of saying to his face.

But Solomon was different. You never got the sense that he was holding back when he was actually with you. Although he never alluded to anything he had written in his letters, he had spoken to you about similar things.

You paid more attention when you were with him. And inevitably your letters became more brief.

You couldn’t deny the pounding of your heart. You couldn’t ignore the look in his eyes. You could not even begin to express to yourself or anyone else how seeing his smile was the same as basking in the afternoon sun. How Solomon had become something so much more than a teacher and a friend. How his words, the ones he wrote and the ones he said, became the narrative of your heart. How each one made every nerve within you sing.

There was something about this man that made him different from everyone else in your life. Something about every single thing he did that caused you to feel more than you should. The fire that ran through your veins any time he touched you. The goosebumps you would get from the sound of his voice.

You couldn’t hope to be honest. You couldn’t imagine it. You couldn’t-

But if you didn’t-

You wrote him a letter. It was only a single sentence. It was the one thing you wanted to say, but that you just couldn’t manage.

You were so scared to send it. He could easily pretend he never got it, the way you both so often did. Never discussing the letters was part of their charm.

When you finally sent it, you spent your time forcing yourself to think about anything else.

A few days later, you were sitting in your favorite cafe, taking a break from everything with some coffee. You were alone because you needed some space to think.

You looked up when Solomon sat down across from you. He placed the piece of paper with your single sentence face up on the table in front of you. You looked at it and then you looked up at his face. The serious expression there made your stomach drop.

“I need to hear you say it,” Solomon said. His voice was quiet, but intense.

You stared at him for a moment, at a loss. Could you even say those words? You had written them because they couldn’t be said. You couldn’t even speak them to yourself, let alone to him. He had to know that.

You thought about saying something else. About explaining why you couldn’t say it.

But then you looked into his eyes again. And what you saw there revealed something that Solomon had never told you, either verbally or in written form. He was scared, too.

You saw your own fear and uncertainty reflected back at you. That was how you recognized it for what it was.

The truth was that you had two relationships with Solomon. The one where you talked to each other, spent time together, went to school and learned magic together. And the one where you wrote to each other. Your written selves had gone on ahead and reached a place your other selves weren’t ready for.

But now you saw the opportunity to entwine those selves, to let each piece of you be known fully to each other.

You put your coffee aside. You reached across the table to take both of his hands. The paper with your words sat between your arms. You looked across it to meet his eyes.

“I’m in love with you.”

You watched as the fear you had seen morphed into a tentative relief. As though he wasn’t sure if this was real.

“MC…”

“It's just that we never talked about the letters,” you said. “And I wasn’t sure if you…”

You were looking down at your message now, unable to maintain eye contact.

You felt him squeeze your hands. When you looked back up, he had a fond smile on his face.

“Did you really think I didn’t know?” Solomon said gently. “That I couldn’t read between the lines of every letter you sent? I tried to make it clear to you. I tried to write things that would give me away. I was waiting for you to say something. When you didn’t, I thought I must have been the one who misunderstood. I thought I had been reading a truth in your words that wasn’t actually there.”

You frowned. “I’m sorry.”

Solomon chuckled and squeezed your hands again. “Don’t be. I’m just happy to know that I wasn’t wrong after all. Because you wrote me something I couldn’t possibly misunderstand. And I hope it’s clear to you by now that I’m in love with you, too. I’ve been in love with you ever since you wrote me that first short letter so long ago.”

You sighed, flustered by this, annoyed with yourself for not understanding sooner. You let go of Solomon’s hands and stood up from the table, grabbing the coffee and tossing it in the trash on your way out.

Solomon came after you instantly, grabbing your hand as you started down the street.

“MC?” he said, the fear and uncertainty back in his expression. It nearly broke your heart.

"I'm sorry, Solomon," you said. "I just… I'm just…"

You didn't know how to say that you were feeling overwhelmed. That his words meant more to you than anything he had ever said or written before. Could he really have been in love with you for that long?

Solomon somehow seemed to understand you in that moment. He tugged on your hand, making you take several steps toward him so he could wrap his arms around you.

You returned the embrace, your bodies fitting together perfectly like little puzzle pieces.

"I didn't know how to say it," you said quietly. "Because I'd been writing it between the lines for so long."

"You knew exactly what to say," Solomon said, his volume matching yours. "You said it, didn't you? You said it because I asked. I wasn't sure you would."

You sighed. "Honestly? I'll probably do anything you ask."

Solomon looked at you and the twinkle of mischief in his eyes made you regret saying that. "Oh? In that case… will you kiss me, MC?"

A heartbeat passed between you, a single moment where you processed his words.

And then you kissed him.

All of your previous concerns fell away. The feelings were just as intense as they had always been, but the second your lips met, everything simply felt right. You were filled with the warmth of him, the sunshine that always seemed to come out of nowhere to hold you sweetly whenever he smiled. Solomon was the brightness that guided you through every day, no matter how dark things became.

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shanastoryteller · 1 year

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Happy holidays! Can I get some trans tonks scene from siat?

There's something off with her potion.

Tonks is no potions master, but she's been taking these things for over a decade. She floos her apothecary, but all she gets is a harried apothecarist's apprentice who confirms her prescription and then ends the call.

Maybe they just adjusted the ingredients or something. Just because it's different doesn't mean it's wrong. She's never had any issues before.

But there's a first time for everything. And being selectively cautious is literally in her job description.

She only knows the one potions master. At least this is happening in the summer, when he's marginally better tempered.

"What do you want?" Severus snaps from his place hunched over his desk. He doesn't look towards the fireplace, but Tonks is sort of touched that he answered at all.

"I think there's maybe something off with my hormone potion."

That gets his attention for a moment, but he just scowls and looks back down. "Talk to your apothecarist."

"The apprentice seemed a little distracted," she answers.

He sighs, glaring at her like she's the loudest first year in his class. It hadn't worked then and it certainly doesn't now. "Fine. Come through."

She pulls her head back, then stands up and steps through the floo. It pops her out in Severus's office and she only stumbled a little before handing over the box of vials.

He lifts one, shakes it, then frowns. He uncorks to take a sniff and his eyebrows push together. Finally, he taps a drop of it onto his finger, then sticks it in his mouth.

"Well?" she asks, trying not to sound impatient because she knows exactly how far that gets her.

"You're right, this is a blood thinner at best," he says, just as irritated as before but now it's directed at her potions rather than her. "Are you on the same dosage you were when you graduated?"

"Yes," she answers, "how did - blood thinners aren't even that color!"

He snorts. "I doubt it was done on purpose. It looks like white clover was used instead of red. Stay here."

Tonks considers pointing out that she's not a student anymore and he can't just order her around, but she did come to him for help so maybe he can.

She's still working through the debate when he comes back and shoves a bag into her hand. "Here. I'll tell the Potions Masters Board to inspect your normal apothecary. Get your potions directly from St. Mungo's until they've been cleared. Go away now."

"I don't want to get anyone in trouble," she protests, opening the bag and seeing a full quarter's supply. "I can't take all this! Aren't there students who need it?"

"You didn't get anyone in trouble. Incompetent people get themselves in trouble with no help from anyone else. And yes, but in case you've forgotten the reason you came here in the first place, I'm a potions master. I'll make more. Go away now."

"Thank you," she says sincerely, clutching the bag to her chest.

He rolls his eyes and sits back at his desk, pulling out a fresh sheet of paper and pointedly ignoring her.

She sticks her tongue out at his bent head and goes back over to the fireplace. She has one foot in the flames when he says, "Ten points from Hufflepuff for your cheek, Miss Tonks."

Laughing while traveling by floo is ill advised. All she gets is a mouthful of ash for her trouble.

#every tonks scene in siat is a trans tonks scene #she's trans in all of them #prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #anon #harry potter #siat

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anaki-boo · 1 year

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Professor Snape is 63 now.

He left Hogwarts a long time ago and started taking on apprentices. Being his apprentice is considered a great luck, and many would-be Potions masters dream of being trained by him.

He also has a laboratory, two tabby cats and Potter.

Professor hates 2023.

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poorks · 2 months

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In love with RP Plum & Aurora

They're apprentices under the same wizard Master, Plum is studying alchemy while Aurora studies potion making. After Aurora's incident, Plum also starts to study abjuration in hopes of eventually freeing her from her crystal ball belly. He's her strongest advocate through their Master's exploitation and devotes all his attention to taking care of her. When he has his own slime incident, Aurora starts taking care of him in return.

They have a strange relationship. They've been apprentices together since they were teenagers and claim to love each other like siblings, but they've been physically intimate with each other since even before Aurora's crystal ball incident, being each other's firsts.

At a certain point Plum was offered help understanding and maintaining control over the slime inside of him (from our very own Avery!) but it required leaving for a few months, which was hard for them both, but necessary.

Plum returned home with a clear head and a ring ready to propose to Aurora, but when he returned home after his absence they were gone; Aurora had already been taken to Vivi by her Master, but Plum was left with no idea of what happened to her. He continues his abjuration and alchemy studies by himself while he searches for any crumb of information he can about her.

#preg #fpreg #mpreg #aurora #plum #rpverse #aurora's belly is supposed to always be glowing but i uh. didn't want to bother

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twistedintern · 2 months

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Navigating Twst JP & JP-EN Term Listing (Updated)

Dorm & Character JP Name Abbreviation and Emoji Index

Heartslabyul > 🃏 ビュル Riddle Rosehearts > 🌹 リド Ace Trappola > ❤️ エー Deuce Spade > ♠️ デュ Trey Clover > ♣️ トレ Cater Diamond > ♦️ ケイ

Savanaclaw > 🏜️ サバナ Leona Kingscholar > 🦁 レオ Ruggie Bucchi > 🐆 / 🍩 ラギ Jack Howl > 🐺 ジャク

Octavinelle > 🐚 オクタ Azul Ashengrotto > 🐙 アズ Jade Leech > 🐬 ジェイ Floyd Leech > 🦈 フロ Tweels > イド

Scarabia > 🕌 / 🧞‍♂️ スカラ Kalim Al-Asim > 🦂 / ☀️ / 🦦 カリ Jamil Viper > 🐍 ジャミ

Pomefiore > 🍏 / 👸‍ ポメ Vil Schoenheit > 👑 ヴィ(ル) Rook Hunt > 🏹 ルク Epel Felmier > 🍎 エペ

Ignihyde > ⚙️ / 🔥 イグニ Idia Shroud > 💀 イデ Ortho Shroud > 🤖 オル

Diasomnia > 🐉 ディア Malleus Draconia > 🐲 マレ Lilia Vanrouge > 🦇 リリ Silver > ⚔️ シル Sebek Zigvolt > ⚡ セベ

Ramshackle > 👻 オンボロ Prefect > 🌸 / 🦐 / 🍊 (♀️/🚺 or ♂️/🚹 will sometimes follow) 監 / ユウ Enma Yuuken > 🦞 コミ監 Grim > 🐱 / 🐈‍⬛ グリ

NRC Staff > 🎓 / 🐦 NRC(の)職員 Dire Crowley > 🎭 クロ Divus Crewel > ⚗️ / 🐶 クル Mozus Trein > 📚 / 📖 モゼ Ashton Vargas > 💪‍‍ バル Sam > ☠️ / 🎩 サム Lucius > 🐾 ルチウス

Others Rollo > 🔔 ロロ Fellow > 🦊 フェロ Gidel > 🔨 ギデル Baul > 🐊 バウル Che’nya > 😺 チェーニャ Cheka > 🧶 チェカ Neige > ❄️ ネイジュ Ambrose > 🧙‍ アン Najma > 💫 ナジュ(マ) Marja > マルヤ Dylla > ディラ Kifaji > キファジ Maleanor > マレノア Ace’s older brother > 兄ッポラ Farena > ファレ

Glossary

The following list is in no way all-inclusive. I will do my utmost to update this section as the EN server progresses in story and translations become known.

(If I’ve overlooked anything, don’t hesitate to message me about it!)

Night Raven College

Mage Training Academy - “Wizarding Boarding School” (lit., no one uses this term, though)

Headmage - Headmaster

Housewarden - Dorm Head, Dorm Leader

Vice Housewarden - Vice Dorm Head, Vice Dorm Leader

History of Magic - Magic History

Flight - Flying

Freshman/Sophomore/Junior(/Senior) - First-/Second-/Third-(/Fourth-)Year

Potionology - Potions

Flora Element - Tree Element

Cosmic Element - Null Element

Objects and Activities

Thaumarks - Madol (Magic Dollars) There is no equivalent for “Sorcents” in the original canon, as Madol more closely converts to Japanese yen, whereas Thaumarks seem to reflect United States dollar values. The “cent” of Japanese currency (sen) has been obsolete for decades.

Blastcycles - Magicwheel

Spelldrive - Magift (Magic Shift)

Locations, Countries, and Regions

Queendom of Roses - Rose Kingdom

Shaftlands - Land of Pyroxene (Pyroxene)

Harveston - Village of Harvest

Sunset Savanna - Afterglow Savannah

Island of Woe - Island of Lamentation

Briar Valley - Valley of Thorns

Fleur City - City of Flowers

Event Names

Culinary Crucible - Master Chef

Beanfest - Happy Beans Day

Joint Exams - Unified Exams

The Phantom Bride - Ghost Marriage

Wish Upon A Star - Dance and Wishes

Camp Vargas - Vargas Camp

(A Twisted Halloween) Terror is Trending - (Scary Monsters) Screaming Halloween Show

(A Twisted Halloween) Spectral Soiree - (Scary Monsters) Endless Halloween Night

A Firelit Sky Over the Sands - Scalding Sands's Al'ab Nariya

Harveston's Sledathon - Harveston's Kelkkarotu

Twisted Tsumderland - Welcome to Tsumsted Wonderland

Fairy Gala Remix - Fairy Gala If

Limited Card Names

Apprentice Chef - Chef-in-Training

Suitor Suit - Groom-for-a-Day

Starry Robes - Star-sending Robes

Halloween - Scary Dress

Silk Adorned - Jasmine (Yasmina) Silk

Applepom - Apple Boa

Tsumsitter - Tsumsted

New Year's Attire - New Year's Yukata

Masquerade - Masquerade Dress

Birthday Boy - Birthday Suit-Up

Birthday Jacket - Union Birthday

Birthday Bloom - Bloom (Broom) Birthday

All club outfits - Club Wear

JP Monikers ~ Floyd

(Floyd uses specific suffixes depending on his perceived relationship with individuals–i.e., diminutive/pejorative/etc.)

MC = Shrimp (koebi) Grim = Seal (azarashi) Riddle = Goldfish (kingyo) Ace = Crab (kani) Deuce = Mackerel (saba) Trey = Sea Turtle (umigame) Cater = Sea Bass (hanadai) Leona = Sea Lion (todo) Ruggie = Remora (kobanzame) [changed in EN] Jack = Sea Urchin (uni) Kalim = Otter (rakko) Jamil = Sea Snake (umihebi) Vil = Beta Fish (beta) Rook = Seagull (umineko) Epel = Guppy (guppi) Idia = Firefly Squid (hotaruika) Ortho = Sea Angel (kurione) Malleus = Sea Slug (umiushi) Lilia = Flapjack Octopus (mentako) [changed in EN] Silver = Jellyfish (kurage) Sebek = Crocodile (wani)* Crowley = Manta Ray (manta) Crewel = Striped Beakfish (ishidai) Trein = Red Squid (akaika) Vargas = Lobster (robusutaa) Sam = Seahorse (umiuma) Fellow = Foxfish (kitsunebera) Gidel = Cat Shark (nekozame) *Leona also refers to him as a “crocodile”

JP Monikers ~ Rook

Rook uses a combination of Japanese, French, and English variously; I have attempted to render the names in the simplest manner possible. (Those with names I cannot find in-game at the time of posting are marked accordingly and will hopefully be updated in the future.)

MC = Trickster Grim = Monsieur Hirsute (Mister Shaggy) Riddle = Roi de Roses (King of Roses) Ace = Monsieur Heart (Mister Heart) Deuce = Monsieur Spade (Mister Spade) Trey = Chevalier de Roses (Rose Knight) Cater = Monsieur Magicam (Mister Magicam) Leona = Roi de Leon (King of Lions) Ruggie = Monsieur Tanpopo (Mister Dandelion) Jack = Monsieur Tough Guy (Mister Tough Guy) Azul = Roi d’Effort (King of Effort) Jade = Monsieur Mastermind^ (Mister Mastermind) Floyd = Monsieur Yukaihan (Mister Joyous Offender) Kalim = Roi d’Or (King of Gold) Jamil = Monsieur Multi (Mister Multi) Vil = Roi de Poison (King of Poison) Epel = Monsieur Himeringo (Mister Lady Apple) Idia = Roi de Ta Chambre (King of [Your] Room) Ortho = Monsieur Doll (Mister Doll), “Miracle Boy”^ Malleus = Roi de Dragon (King of Dragons) Lilia = Monsieur Curiosity^ (Mister Curiosity) Silver = Monsieur Sleepyhead^ (Mister Sleepyhead) Sebek = Monsieur Crocodile^ (Mister Crocodile) Sam = Monsieur Mysterious (Mister Mysterious) Rollo = Monsieur du Mouchoir (Mister Handkerchief)

Monikers ~ Other/General

・MC > Malleus ~ Hornton - Tsunotarou ・Malleus > Humans ~ Child of Man (hito no ko) ・Leona > Azul ~ Tako-yarou ・Leona > Idia ~ Kaiware daikon ・Leona > Humans ~ “Herbivore” >>> Additionally, Leona often tags -yarou onto names when speaking of people he doesn’t think highly of ・Vil > Sebek ~ “Cucumber” ・Sebek > Malleus ~ Young Master (waka-sama) ・Cheka > Leona ~ Unca’ Leona - (Leona-)ojitan ・Neige > Vil ~ Vi-kun ・Vil > a great many students his junior ~ “Potato” ・Crewel > Students ~ “Puppies” (koinu-domo) ・Rollo > Trein ~ “Professor Mozus” (Mozus-sensei) ・Sam > Customers/Students > Little Imp ~ lit. “Little Demon” (ko-oni) >>> Sam sometimes will add a descriptor to distinguish between “demons”–examples being Kalim’s kin no oni and Rook’s okappa oni

Unique Magic (Signature Spells)

Below is a comprehensive list of romanized furigana (that is, the intended/spoken) readings of Unique Magic names as they appear in the original Japanese version of the game.

Riddle Rosehearts - Off With Your Head Deuce Spade - Bet the Limit Cater Diamond - Split Card Trey Clover - Doodle Suit Leona Kingscholar - King’s Roar Jack Howl - Unleash the Beast Ruggie Bucchi - Laugh With Me Azul Ashengrotto - It’s A Deal Jade Leech - Shock The Heart Floyd Leech - Bind The Heart Kalim Al-Asim - Oasis Maker Jamil Viper - Snake Whisper Vil Schoenheit - Fairest One Of All Epel Felmier - Sleep Kiss Rook Hunt - I See You Idia Shroud - Gate To The Underworld Malleus Draconia - Fae of Maleficence Silver - Meet In A Dream Sebek Zigvolt - Living Bolt Lilia Vanrouge - Far Cry Cradle Rollo Flamme - Dark Fire Fellow Honest - Life is Fun

Other Notes

+ Che’nya’s full name is rendered differently between the EN and JP versions.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twst reference #twisted wonderland jp #twst jp #twst spoilers

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ethelgodehel · 7 months

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TAG // What's in my bag?

Rules: Post a description and/or photo of what things your Sim/OC would take along with them in their bag. Tag other people who you want to participate!

Thanks to the wonderful @wistfulpoltergeist✨ for tagging me.

I chose Ethel and her "Bag of Holding"

⚝ Alchemist's Supplies ⚝ Potions ⚝ Figurine of a Raven's Queen familiar ⚝ Box of candies (Ethel is a sweet tooth) ⚝ Writing Accessories ⚝ Wizard's license with the teacher's name on it (Usually the Master`s name opens many doors, but not when you are necromancer's apprentice) ⚝ Book of Spells (inheritance from grandfather) ⚝ Tools for writing spell scrolls and empty spell scroll ⚝ Magnifier ⚝ Dagger ⚝ Magic Wand (belonged to Jack before) ⚝ Sapphire ⚝ Keys ⚝ Purse with golden coins ⚝ Spare clothes ⚝ Master Jack's shirt (he doesn't know about it) ⚝ Cosmetics and perfume ⚝ Hairbrush and mirror ⚝ Pile of books (A couple of alchemical books and a book of potions) ⚝ Playing card

I tag: @morrigan-sims, @omgkayplays, @pralinesims, @salemssimblr, @sweetdemolitionlovers, @aniraklova and everyone who wants.

Special thanks to: @remussirion, @pralinesims, @sentate, @radioactivedotcom, @simunderstood, @lady-moriel, @natalia-auditore, @psychicpeanutkitty, @aggressivekitty, @hydrangeachainsaw, @llazyneiph, @zx-ta, @javasims, @greenteahoney and other amazing CC creators💕

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theladysunami · 4 months

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I had the hilarious thought of an Bingqiu Aladdin AU, where Luo Binghe is the ‘Aladdin’ equivalent, while Shen Qingqiu is ‘Jafar.’

The idea of Binghe going through all the trouble to set himself up as a prince, not to impress whomever is stuck in the princess role, but to find and seduce Shen Qingqiu (who has been replaced by Shen Yuan), is just too funny!

For the background, I’m thinking that rather than writing a cultivation novel, Airplane wrote one heavily inspired by the ‘One Thousand and One Nights’ and other Middle Eastern folk tales.

In the “original” story, Luo Binghe starts out more or less like Aladdin in the classic non-Disneyfied tale. Binghe and his adoptive mother live in poverty until the sorcerer Shen Qingqiu arrives, lies about having some relation to Binghe’s birth family, and takes him on as an apprentice.

Rather than teaching him sincerely, Shen Qingqiu takes advantage of the boy’s innocence (and latent abilities) in order to steal and excavate powerful potions, artifacts, and so forth. For some added angst, perhaps he also lies to Binghe and says the things they acquire are necessary to aid his ailing mother’s health. Naturally the final artifact they seek is a lamp in a magic cave.

As one might expect, there is a great betrayal and Binghe is stuck with a labyrinthine magical cave system with only a lesser ring genie, Meng Mo, at his disposal. Unfortunately while Meng Mo is old and wise, his powers cannot free them from the caves. Binghe must undergo many trials, and unlock his unexpected half genie ancestry, in order to escape!

He then discovers the lamp he retrieved also has a genie (Mobei-Jun perhaps?), falls for the local princess, surpasses some minor difficulties to marry her, and ultimately becomes the next sultan.

With his new position he is able to lure out his old master and seek revenge! Or like in the Disney movie, the sorcerer character is fused with the sultan’s vizier, and Binghe gains revenge while seducing said princess.

Luo Binghe then moves on to ‘save’ still more beauties to add to his harem, all of whom have various ‘One Thousand and One Nights’ themed backstories and troubles.

Of course with Shen Yuan transmigrating into Shen Qingqiu, he promptly alters the course of the story by actually being an amazing mentor.

He only ever gets Luo Binghe’s help stealing artifacts that are in the hands of actual assholes, gives Binghe much better advice and magical support for all their treasure hunting missions, uses his vast knowledge of the novel’s rare plants, beasts, and artifacts to concoct real cures for both Binghe’s mother and others in need, and even manages to thwart quite a few of the harem member’s tragic backstories (Whoops)!

Having such a wonderful mentor (even if Shen Qingqiu is still technically a thief, a bit of a shit-talker, and clearly lied to Binghe’s mother about being a relative of Binghe’s birth parents), Luo Binghe naturally falls hopelessly in love with him.

Even when Shen Qingqiu traps him in the lamp’s cave, and he must escape through the labyrinth below, Binghe remains convinced it was either a genuine mistake and/or some sort of trial, and his affections aren’t deterred in the slightest. That Shen Qingqiu technically left him with Meng Mo’s ring and the very lamp they were after only serves as ‘proof’ of Shen Qingqiu’s secretly good intentions.

(I’m undecided if Binghe feels particularly silly for not realizing the lamp also had a genie until after he leaves the caves, or the caves further suppressed Mobie-Jun preventing his exit from the lamp).

For the latter Princess wooing portion of the story, I have a few options in mind. As I mentioned before, Airplane’s original version could borrow more from the Disney route, where the sorcerer character is also the vizier, or it could be more based on the original tale, where the sorcerer doesn’t return to the story until later. A third option that combines them both could also work.

For the more Disney-based version, with sorcerer vizier Shen Qingqiu, Yue Qingyuan would have to be the Sultan.

He and the original Shen Qingqiu have a dramatic past where prince Yue Qingyuan pulled a Jasmine and decided to run around town playing commoner and got himself kidnapped by slavers. He was only saved thanks to street rat Shen Jiu.

Alas, while he promised to reward Shen Jiu, Yue Qingyuan never managed to find the boy afterwards. Maybe for some added drama, Shen Jiu tried to contact Yue Qingyuan but his father (the previous Sultan) had the boy arrested and shipped off for his efforts!

When ‘Shen Qingqiu’ shows up later, of course Yue Qingyuan gives him a title and lets him do whatever he wants, out of guilt. Shen Qingqiu’s whole Jafar thing with the brainwashing staff still happens, but is probably unnecessary.

The Princess in this scenario would be Ning Yingying. Shen Qingqiu is rumored to be lusting after her, but in reality he only dotes on her as a father figure, and was actually trying to matchmake her with his apprentice and ward, Ming Fan.

For the version based more on the original tale, I think the role of Sultan would be more suited to the Old Palace Master.

It’s far easier to imagine the Old Palace Master being generally wealth obsessed, not to mention taking gifts from Binghe’s adoptive mother only to then ignore all the promises he made in receiving them.

The Princess would be the Little Palace Mistress. Her having the whole town shut down so she personally could use the public baths is also quite easy to see. Her would-be-fiancé, who is shamed but not killed by Binghe, would be Gongyi Xiao.

As in PIDW, this version of the Sultan has a past with Luo Binghe’s mother. Su Xiyan was a noble lady known to be the greatest beauty in all the land. The Palace Master sought to court and marry her, but she adamantly refused, running off with a powerful genie instead. (The Palace Master has perhaps grown a bit obsessed with capturing and enslaving genies as a result).

Both versions are fun in different ways, as the former allows for far more Shen Qingqiu villain shenanigans, while the latter would have a lot more of the Princess comically throwing herself at Binghe only to be ignored (something I struggle to see Ning Yingying doing). Of course, since Binghe is meant to have a harem anyway, there is no reason Airplane can’t have gone for both versions (to Peerless Cucumber’s great disdain).

For the combined version, Cang Qiong and Huan Hua are rival kingdoms that were actually one kingdom in the distant past.

(For some added gravitas, Yue Qingyuan, the Old Palace Master, and Su Xiyan can all be direct decedents of the final Sultan to rule before the kingdom was split in two. The original Luo Binghe marrying both sultans’ daughters, and uniting the kingdoms once again, could then be a matter of destiny).

In the original story Binghe would have won over the Little Palace Mistress and her father first, only for Shen Qingqiu to hear of his good fortune and steal away the magic lamp. Shen Qingqiu still uses a wish to snatch away Luo Binghe’s wife and palace, but rather than dying when Binghe recovers it, he manages to escape back to Cang Qiong.

As the Palace Master is still furious about the kidnapping incident, Binghe finds himself temporarily exiled until he can recover the escaped villain. Luo Binghe heads to Cang Qiong chasing after Shen Qingqiu and the roughly Disney based plot proceeds from there.

Now regardless of which way the original story went, Shen Yuan’s transmigration screws it up royally.

Thanks to Shen Qingqiu having accidentally seduced our dear protagonist, Luo Binghe doesn’t care to marry any princesses. The complete lack of princess seduction screws up the various lamp stealing plans found in the original book.

It’s not like Shen Qingqiu can trick Binghe’s wife, the Little Palace Mistress, into handing over the lamp if Binghe never actually marries her, nor can he have guards toss Binghe into the sea on the pretense of him “bothering” princess Yingying, when Binghe ignores her the whole time.

Shen Qingqiu does his best to create his own, improvised lamp stealing plans, but they seem to annoy Binghe more than anything. Luo Binghe very much prefer if Shen Qingqiu would direct all wishes to him personally. If he really must have the lamp, Binghe could be convinced to hand it over… as a wedding gift!

These are all my thoughts so far. If anyone else has their own ideas, or is inspired to make a proper fanfic along these lines, I’d be delighted to read it!

#BingQui #Luo Binghe #Shen Qingqiu #LBH #SQQ #Scum Villain’s Self Saving System #SVSSS #Story Idea #SVSSS Idea

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turtleybeachin · 1 year

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Three Times He Realized He Might Be in Love, and One Time He Was Caught

Pairing: Solomon x Female MC Word Count: 710 Tagging: Fluff, Magic, Written in Season 3

Just a fluffy little character study of Solomon that I wrote entirely to indulge myself. Female pronouns for an unnamed MC who is excited to be capturing the magic in her world, and reintroducing it to his.

Magic had long been his passion, but seeing it through her eyes? It reawakened the wonder and joy of it anew. After centuries of working with magic, it could lose some of its charm -- sure, it was still fascinating and there were always new spells, new potions, new ideas to unlock, but like any task it became everyday work.

But she watched the cherry tree bloom with parted lips, eyes wide and sparkling, cheeks flushed as she bounced on the balls of her feet. A common trick to him was miraculous to her, still new and exciting. She gave a bright laugh and stepped closer to the tree, reaching up to gently brush her fingers against a bloom as if to confirm it was real.

She spun to him and grinned so wide her eyes crinkled half-shut. "Solomon! It's-- you're amazing!"

He laughed and flushed, delighted at her delight. "And you're too generous, my adorable apprentice. You can do the same, you know."

Was this how the brothers felt all the time, he wondered? This magnetism, this need to orbit her, to earn one of her smiles and feel the full weight of her attention? She was captivating enough in small bursts, but spending every single day at her side, working with her and watching her learn and discover her capabilities...

"Solomon!" she gasped, and he refocused with a start. "Look! I did it!! I'm doing it!!"

And there it was, that smile that made his heart squeeze and his breath catch. That absolute delight, the awe at being able to do what he considered a simple parlor trick. He couldn't help but beam back at her. "So you are," he agreed. "Your form is flawless."

She laughed and blushed, the light fizzling out as she squirmed in delight at his praise. "Well, that's a compliment to you, master."

Spending long days and nights lost in his studies was nothing new. Spending long days and nights lost in his studies with someone beside him, equally absorbed in the task? That was new. And she was smarter about it than he was. You'd think after centuries of this he'd have learned tricks to keep himself grounded on his own, but perhaps that was the problem. Perhaps it was because he was so alone that he didn't care to be grounded. Why take wellness breaks when you're immortal and a lack of food won't kill you? Why sit back and focus on the present when you had nobody to share your discoveries with and nothing in the present to enjoy?

She set alarms on her phone, and every two hours they would be forced to surface from their deep dives to stretch and get a snack and some water, to talk together about what they'd been reading and where their minds had gone and what ideas it inspired. Every two hours he would get the pleasure of her attention, her laughter and passion and delight, her insights and her questions.

The breaks were as exciting as the work. And that was new.

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Ah, he was quite positive that she caught him on camera at the worst possible moment.

She was on a video call with the brothers, animatedly telling them all about the spells she'd learned in the last month and demonstrating some tricks with pure delight. He wasn't in frame, not intended to be part of the call (they did not care about him, which he understood completely and took no offense to), and was content to merely watch his apprentice as she basked in the oohs and ahhhhs of the brothers in her audience.

And then suddenly she grabbed her D.D.D. and twisted, inserting him into frame, and while he shifted his expression to a polite smile immediately he noticed the keen eyes of multiple demons narrowing in on the corner of their screen. And Asmo smirked.

Damn them, he'd been caught with a dreamy expression on his face. She seemed oblivious, elbowing at him with a laugh and insistence he say hello, chattering about how he was a great teacher and that between him and Satan she was pretty sure she'd learned years of magic in a matter of months.

The only consolation to the blush he felt burning his face was the dusting of pink he could see over Satan's.

#obey me solomon #omswd solomon #omswd solomon fluff #solomon x mc #obey me solomon x mc #obey me solomon fluff #obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me fanfic #omswd fanfic #my writing #omswd fluff #obey me fluff

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ducktoonsfanart · 2 months

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Magica de Spell and Morgana Macawber making magic potions - Witch School - Duckverse and Darkwing Duck - Gift for my friend

I should have done this earlier, but for some reason I didn't manage until now, but I'm definitely posting a new drawing that my friend requested me to do.

I drew Magica de Spell and Morgana Macawber, famous duck witches who work together to make magic potions and teach their female students how to master them. Yes, usually Magica and Morgana were rivals, as Magica is an evil witch who wants the One Dime, while Morgana is a good witch, though sometimes bad when it comes to business and their conflict is explained in more detail in the Darkwing Duck comics (especially by James Silvani).

However, they can also be good partners regarding their common interests. So I drew them together throwing powder and casting a spell on making new potions. Apart from them, there are also Minima De Spell (Magica's niece) hugging Ratface (poor him, Magica's pet crow by the way), Streghella de Spell (also Magica's niece and a student at the witch school), Paperelfo (Magica's apprentice assistant), Hocus and Pocus (Magica's students who go to school for witches, mostly appearing in Egmont comics), Roberta (Magica de Spell's best friend and partner in evil spells, appearing in Italian comics), Witch Hazel (you know her from Trick or Treat, but she is also a friend of Magica and Madam Mim from the comics), Madam Mim (you know her from The Sword in the Stone, but she often appears in Donald Duck comics, as a friend of Magica De Spell), Poe De Spell (brother Magica de Spell who appeared in the Ducktales 1987 version as a crow) and Aunt Nasty (Morgana's aunt). I mostly combined from the OG Ducktales, Darkwing Duck and Donald Duck comics, but in my own way.

I hope you like this drawing and the set of witches as well as the witch school as well as the crossover of Ducktales, Duck comics and Darkwing Duck, although to me it's all the same universe, no matter how much someone thinks otherwise. By the way, this is a gift for my friend, who asked for this, @boingodigitalart. Feel free to like and reblog this, just don't use my same ideas without crediting me. Thank you!

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ystrike1 · 1 year

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Moto Dorei Desuga, Oni No Dorei Wo Katte Mitara Seiryoku Ga Tsuyosugiru Node Sutetai... - By Saitou Misaki (8/10)

Slavery is a hard topic. It's handled ok here. There's no abuse. Our main girl isn't looking for a date. She's trapped in a world she doesn't understand so she needs a guide. One that can't betray her. She takes in a slave for the sake of practicality.

Sora has been stuck in fantasy land since she was 11. She was immediately caught by slavers and sold. She is tiny and weak, and she only recently turned 18. She cannot read or write, and she has no common sense. She has spent most of her time indoors in misery.

Nobody saves her. Sora's master is lazy. He sends her to get registered as an adult, so he can sell her as a prostitute. She goes into the wrong building. There's another Sora on the list, who is scheduled to be released from slavery. Sora takes that chance to escape. She almost dies running away, and she becomes a potion masters apprentice.

She buys a demon because he's cheap. He's an Oni named Liam. He's the ideal partner for a weak potion apprentice. Sora is ready to learn how to live life, but her lack of common sense is...bad...

Sadly that elderly master quickly dies, but then Sora is in a good position. The potion master leaves a bunch of gold coins, clothes and potions behind. She's also a decent potion maker now, and a free woman.

Everybody is super scared of Liam. Demons are really strong, but they're seen as unlucky. Sora doesn't know why. She assumes it's racist nonsense.

It kinda is butttttt...

Plot twist it kinda isn't. Demons are not human here. Liam is a pervert by nature, as in he feels compelled to breed as an adult all the time basically. One of his previous masters was a pet owning pervert, but they didn't get along because he didn't enjoy her sadistic fetishes. Oni demons in particular like sex. Plain sex. Sex for the purpose of having children. Liam assumed Sora is a child, because she's small. He had no interest in her, but she's really kind to him. So he gets attached to her. He also masturbates next to her every single night. Sora sort of regrets buying him...

She tries to sneak away to rethink her purchase. It's waaayyy too late though. When she bought Liam he was scarred, scared and depressed. She healed him with her potions, and before she saw him masturbating they were friends.

I get why she doesn't fully trust him. I do. Again he's not human. He's weirdly proud of his Oni nature and strength, and that does make some sense. He's skilled with fire magic and he's very strong. I guess his high sex drive is just another part of being an Oni to him. Anyway he can't fuck anyone while he's with Sora. She really does need constant protection, because she has no family at all. This is a pretty gritty fantasy setting with theft, slavery and no special powers. Potion makers are highly useful, but weak. Sora isn't special and she really has been entirely alone for seven years. If my Demon escort told me he's so uncontrollably horny that he has to masturbate for hours every night I would also be suspicious.

Liam really likes Sora, and it's cute because it's clearly not all sexual. He doesn't look at her in an overly sexual way. She's a nice master and he likes doing regular stuff with her. His other masters just wanted him to bow and do boring shit forever.

Liam also has awful abandonment issues. Demons can't have that many kids. When a human and a demon have a baby...the baby comes out full demon. That's another reason why humans are kinda freaked out by demons. His mother was also a prostitute, so yeah it looks like free roaming demons do have sex alot. Liams father doesn't know he exists, and his mom didn't want him. Sora's kindness is something he doesn't want to give up on.

But wait!!! His attachment issues get even worse!!! Liam pretended to be human after his mom died. He became an adventurer. His first ever friends betrayed him. He was doing a mission with them, and during it they made a mistake. The important object they were transporting broke...the team blamed Liam and revealed his demon identity. Then Liam was branded as a criminal and saddled with the debt for that item.

Liam suspects that she doesn't trust him, so he follows her around at night. He doesn't want her to leave him. The yandere potential is super high. He's really into serving her, and he cries in her arms multiple times after she is kind to him. The setting is above average. Humans don't like demons for actual...reasons?? Like real ones. Like demons are weirdos who only think about impregnating women because of their low fertility and stuff. That'll make you less liked. There's not alot of sexual stuff in this. Liam just seems genuinely devoted to Sora, but if she ever invites him...and I assume she will...he obviously won't say no.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #manga #otome isekai #isekai #Moto Dorei Desuga #Oni No Dorei Wo Katte Mitara Seiryoku Ga Tsuyosugiru Node Sutetai... - By Saitou Misaki (8/10)

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Not sure if you're still taking prompts but I was wondering if you could do Potions/Bitching, and Guards/Brainwashing if no one has asked those already. Thank you!!

Thanks for the prompts! And nope, no one has asked for those, so yours are completely original

Potions/Bitching - Eddie is a potions master and Dustin is his apprentice while Steve is Dustin's surrogate big brother. Eddie and Steve are alphas, but Dustin is a beta, so he's having a bit of trouble learning how to create potions suited for alpha/omega biology. Dustin doesn't let that deter him, though, and he continues to try to learn the practices on his own.

Eventually, Dustin thinks he's got the potion right and gives it to Steve to try, telling him that it should make his ruts go smoother. Steve is dubious of the potion's powers, but Dustin wears him down, promising that he wouldn't be giving it to Steve if he wasn't one hundred percent certain that it works. So, against his better judgment, Steve drinks the potion.

The potion works. Steve does have a smoother rut, because he doesn't have one at all. The night that he takes the potion, Steve goes through his first heat as the potion bitched him from an alpha to an omega. It's a bit painful growing a womb, but by the end of it, he's moaning in pleasure as his hormones shifted to those of an omega.

After Steve finishes his heat, he tracks down Dustin, upset that the kid accidentally bitched him. Dustin feels sorry and takes Steve to Eddie, who will know how to turn him back into an alpha. Though Steve doesn't want to try any more potions, he goes with Dustin to meet Eddie to see if he actually has a solution.

Steve arrives with Dustin at the tower, only to find that the omega in him is going wild over the alpha's scent. Dustin relays the problem to Eddie, but Eddie is clearly not listening as he seems aroused by Steve's scent, too. Eddie makes up an errand for Dustin to run, and Eddie fucks Steve right there on his potions table.

Dustin returns shortly after they finished fucking for the tenth time and doesn't seem to know what was going on in his absence. Eddie agrees to make the potion to change Steve back, except it doesn't work. The only reason why it wouldn't work was if Steve was pregnant, making the affects of the spell permanent.

As it turns out, the potion also made Steve hyper-fertile. Not only did he get pregnant super quickly, but nine months later, the local midwife delivers all six of Steve and Eddie's baby nuggets.

Guards/Brainwashing - Steve works as a day-shift guard at a magical prison that houses the most dangerous magical creatures known to the kingdom. One such creature is a hawk-like siren named Eddie who has been responsible for the sinking of numerous shifts and the deaths of many of crews. He's kept in one of the high-security wards where they have enchantments that supposedly nullify the inherent magical nature of his voice.

Eddie is personable and sometimes chats with Steve on shift, asking him about his day. He seems to be one of the more model prisoners, serving his consecutive life sentences without much of a fuss. Also, the other prisoners don't bother Eddie, so he doesn't bother them. All in all, Eddie seems to be taking imprisonment very well.

Because of the highly dangerous nature of the inmates, guards sleep on site in their own barracks, even on their days off, they must return to the barracks for sleep in case of an emergency. What no one knows, however, is that the night watch has been compromised as the enchantments stopped working in his cell.

Every night, Eddie sings a song for the guards and commands them to release him. He doesn't escape, however, and instead heads to the guard barracks where Steve sleeps, so he can sing to him. Eddie's been working a deeper song on Steve to sway his heart and loyalty in order to make Steve into his beloved mate.

The two have intimate intercourse each night while Eddie wraps Steve tighter in his spell. Steve assumes these are only dreams since there's no way Eddie would still be here if he could freely leave his cell as he did at night. He begins to believe that maybe he actually has deep feelings for the siren prisoner.

This continues until the spell is complete and Eddie can take his prize away from the prison. He brings Steve to his nest, where Steve is happy to stay because of the song that binds him.

#show: stranger things #steddie #my fics #alex answers #wip wednesday #but on a friday

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