#plus a correctly cast spell

[lizz-crimson]

And They Were Roommates (Shinnok's Head x Reader)

Yes, you read that title correctly, bare with me.

Summary: Reader ends up preventing Shinnok's head from entering the Jinsei and convinces Raiden to let them keep him in their apartment. Yeah.

Tags/Extra: Reader is gender neutral (please let me know if you see a mistake anywhere!), goofiness, non-serious, Shinnok can't believe this shit, Netflix?, platonic, for now, does this count as a slow burn?

Words: 2238

Part 2 Part 3

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"Can I keep him?"

Lord Raiden replied to your question with an expression of utter shock.

"...what?"

"WHAT?" The head of Shinnok wriggled in your grasp, and his face was also in shock.

He'd finally gained back a sliver of power—enough to talk and also enough to cast one spell. A simple teleportation spell that would send him, his head rather, directly into Earthrealm's Jinsei Chamber in Raiden's Sky Temple. It was supposed to work. It should have worked. Why didn't it work?

You'd gotten lost in Raiden's temple and were lucky enough to be in the Jinsei Chamber before Shinnok's head could fall in. That's why.

"Can I keep him?" You repeated it a bit slower, clapping mentally in between the words as your hands were occupied holding an ancient evil.

Raiden's jaw hung open slightly, a rare expression for the Thunder God. "[Y/n], I cannot allow you to harbor Shinnok yourself. He is much too dangerous."

"I understand that, Raiden, but you gotta listen to me for a second." You argued gently. "Shinnok can't passively gain power here in Earthrealm like he can in the Neatherealm. He's no threat as he is now, and I already stopped him from getting into the Jinsei, didn't I?" You gave Raiden a brief pause as he thought. "I can handle him, I promise." You gave a confident smile. It was true that without undead servants giving Shinnok souls to feast on and convert into power, he was no threat now. You felt him shaking with rage in your arms.

"I am not your pet, mortal!" Shinnok yelled, slightly hopping in your grasp. "I am Shinnok, ruler of the Neatherrealm! I will not be contained by some lucky Earthrealm weakling!"

After a beat, you again speak to Raiden, ignoring Shinnok.

"Plus, if you keep him locked away up here with you, you'll have to listen to shit like that 24/7." you added to your earlier argument.

"And you would not?" Raiden countered.

"Raiden, I live in New York. I'm the master of ignoring people."

Shinnok watched in horror as Raiden turned his gaze away in thought. He was actually considering your offer.. Seeing this yourself, you push him a bit more.

"C'monnn," you said, leaning forward a bit. "I won't even charge you," you joke. Raiden rolled his eyes, but a faint, lopsided smile appeared. He sighed.

"Alright, [Y/n], I'll allow you to keep Shinnok."

"WHAT!?"

You close the door to your apartment behind you with a sigh of relief. Raiden can't exactly teleport you inconspicuously home when you live in such a crowded area. So he has to drop you off in an alleyway a whole three miles from your apartment complex. It wasn't an ideal situation, but when you had realm-ending threats to deal with, it seemed worthless to complain about them.

Speaking of realm-ending threats...

You carelessly drop the backpack you were wearing on the floor. There's a heavy 'thud' and a muffled groan of displeasure right after.

"Ow!"

"Oop-- sorry!"

Unzipping the backpack, you pull out Shinnok's head and place him gently on your couch. From there, he could pretty much see the majority of your apartment. The kitchen, living room, and door to your bedroom were well within sight.

As much as Shinnok was ready to start spouting curses and threats to your life, he couldn't help but be slightly appalled by your living conditions.

"Welcome to your new prison," you announced to him.

"Are you certain this isn't your own prison?" he replied.

"Hm?" You raised an eyebrow before catching on to his meaning. "Oh, that. Yeah, it's pretty miserable, isn't it?" You sigh and take a seat on the couch yourself. "Welcome to New York. All 19 million residents live just as shitty. Get used to it."

"This is truly your home? This must be some kind of joke," Shinnok spat. You sighed again before replying.

"Yes, this is my home. Were you expecting something grandiose?"

"For an insignificant mortal like you, no." He scoffed, then scanned the apartment again. "But this... I was expecting you to have room to breathe at the least."

"Yeah, I expected that when I first signed the lease too." You leaned back on the couch. God, you missed the countryside. Hell, if you lived there, you and Shinnok would have some damn room. It had crossed your mind to move back, but with everything going on nowadays, moving was the last thing that should be on your mind.

It seemed to re-enter your brain that you had a fallen Elder God in your apartment. An evil one. Sure, he'd been decapitated, but he was there.

"Anyway, per me and Raiden's agreement, I will be keeping you from this moment on. If I suspect you of anything nefarious, I have to contact him, and then he'll be the one you have to answer to. Got that?"

"Yes, I'm aware. Now what are you going to do with me? Lock me in some corner?"

"Don't give me ideas, head," you replied. "If anything, I should put you in a box and leave you in the closet, but I'm too nice for that." You said. "So I'll just leave you here on the couch, and I guess I oughta put on some Netflix to keep you entertained."

"What are Netflix?"

And so Shinnok's new life began. A severed head confined to one side of the couch with Netflix shows he couldn't even scroll through himself. The days were long and boring. Sure, some of the movies and TV shows peeked his interest, and you even made a separate profile for him to keep track of them all, but other than that...

The fallen elder God hardly spoke to you unless you said something first. He felt as if speaking to you too often would somehow damage his brain. In his boredom, however, he did take the risk and started asking (demanding) to know where you were during the days. That opened the doors to new conversation topics. He grew curious and started asking more questions. You answered them. Why not? It wasn't like telling him why you hated your boss and coworkers was going to end the realm as you knew it.

While Shinnok couldn't eat for obvious reasons, he could smell. He found the scent of the various dishes you made to be quite good. He also enjoyed the smell of the fast food you brought home or had a slave deliver to you sometimes. After explaining that the Doordash delivery man wasn't a slave, you turned your attention to your hot wings. You ended up telling him of a time when Raiden accidentally choked on a hot wing. This was rewarded with a boisterous laugh from the head. It turns out even evil gods have senses of humor, and every once in a while you're about to get a laugh out of him.

So yeah, neither of you were as bad to have around as you both assumed. You adapted to his presence, and he to yours.

Throwing the door to your apartment open, you groaned and threw your work bag across the room. It hit a window with a thud, causing a perching pigeon to startle and fly away.

"Oh~," Shinnok jeered," someone's got you riled up, haven't they?" he chuckled.

You let the door close behind you and stomped your way to the kitchen, pointing a finger at the head on your couch. "Don't even get me started."

You grabbed a can of soda out of the fridge, cracked it open, and then proceeded to get started.

"You remember my coworker Cindy?"

"The 'office pick-me,' correct?"

"Yeah!" you confirmed with a snap of your fingers. "Well, today she skipped right up to me all happy 'n shit, right?"

"Right."

"She starts going on and on about how our annual reviews are coming up, and she's all like, 'Oh dear, I hope I get that raise. Oh me, oh my, I hope people in the office have put in a few good words for me!,'" you mocked in an annoying voice. "I'm telling you, Shinnok, it took every ounce of strength I had not to fu--"

Your rant is cut short by the ring of your phone, and you groan again before answering it.

"Hello?"

"Hey [Y/n], it's Cassie." Cassandra Cage greeted on the other side.

"Oh, hey, commander. What's up?"

"A lot, actually," she replied with an exasperated tone. "We need to talk to Shinnok. Are you home?"

Oh no..

"I am. Is everything alright?"

"Most likely not. We'll be there in thirty. Prepare the head."

Once Cassie hung up, you sighed, knowing this particular conversation wasn't going to be civil.

"Bad news, Shinnok."

"What is it?"

"Remember Cassandra Cage? The one who beat you the second time around?"

Shinnok snarled. "Yes, I remember. Why?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"She's coming to talk to you."

"WHY?"

"She said something's wrong," you replied. You contemplated for a moment. Could Shinnok have been up to something while you were at work all these days? He hasn't moved from his spot on the couch since you brought him here, but he was a sorcerer, so...

"You cannot possibly think I have anything to do with this, do you?" Shinnok asked, voice raised.

"No, no, I just..." you trail off and huff. "I don't know! You're the deity in this situation!"

"Yes, I am a deity. A deity who's been confined to a couch watching Netflix for a month now!"

"Y'know, most people would love to be you right now! You don't know how privileged you are!"

"Privileged?" Shinnok was utterly appalled.

A hard round of knocking startled the both of you out of your argument.

"Shut the fuck up!" your neighbor yelled.

"Sorry, Charles!" you quickly apologized. When the footsteps of your neighbor faded, you took a breath. "Listen, Cassie is going to be by in a few minutes. Please just answer honestly when she asks you anything."

Shinnok grumbled," Fine. Whatever."

"Good. Now let's watch the season finale of My Happy Marriage before she gets here."

"An agreeable exploit."

After a while, and after discussing the possibilities for the second season of your show, another round of knocking made Shinnok's expression fall.

"Coming!" you said. You then rose from the couch and peeked through the peephole on your door, seeing Cassie on the other side. "Friend or foe?"

"Friends. Raiden is here too," she replied. Looking over a bit, you could indeed see Raiden standing beside her. Shinnok groaned on the couch. You gave him a look before letting in Cassie and Raiden. Raiden, as always, had to duck under your door.

"Alright, now what's the problem supposed to be?" You asked, wanting to get straight to the point and not waste time if the world was in danger again.

Raiden held out his hand to calm you. "Firstly, where is Shinnok?"

You gestured to your couch and watched as Cassie and Raiden's eyes locked with Shinnok's. The fallen Elder God was already glaring daggers at the both of them. Cassie was stifling laughter while Raiden approached him.

"Demons from the Neatherrealm have been getting into Earthrealm, Shinnok. Whatever it is you're planning, we'll--"

"Wait, wait, wait," you stopped Raiden, surprising him, Cassie, and Shinnok himself. "Hold on, Shinnok has been here, unmoving, for a whole month. How do we know this is his doing?" you asked.

"There can be no other explanation, [Y/n]."

"Then maybe Shinnok could provide us with one?" You replied and looked towards Shinnok, gesturing for him to speak for himself.

For a few moments, Shinnok said nothing, but then, after a grunt, he replied," It is possible that without my power to stabilize the Neatherrealm's energy, demons may simply be transported here without precise reason."

"So, how do we stop it then?" Cassie stepped up. Shinnok smirked.

"You cannot. Not without sending me back to my rightful place in the Neatherrealm."

"Yeah, not happening, asshole." Cassie said.

"Hmm, there may be a way," Raiden hummed. "By learning the magic Shinnok uses to power the Neatherrealm, we could stop the demons ourselves."

"I'd rather choke than teach you the dark arts, Raiden," Shinnok jeered.

There was a pause. Everyone in the room seemed to just be thinking of a way to solve this problem. All except for Shinnok. The only thing he was thinking about was how funny it would be to see Raiden choke himself on a hot wing.

"Then would you be willing to teach me?" you asked him.

"...Pardon?"

You kneeled down on the floor to be face-to-face with Shinnok. "Teach me how to stabilize the Neatherrealm. Out of all the Earthrealmers you can choose from, it would be best to teach me, right? You know me after all," you said.

"That.. is true," Shinnok said, looking to the side and thinking a bit about the subject.

"You do realize that learning dark magic will be more difficult than anything you've ever attempted before?" Raiden said.

"Yeah [Y/n], are you sure you want to control the undead and shit like that?" Cassie asked.

"It's best for the realms, isn't it?" you replied. "So Shinnok, what do you say?"

Shinnok remained quiet for a bit longer, grinding his teeth in deep thought. Eventually, he sighed.

"Fine then. I hope you're ready for hell, [Y/n], because I am a very stern teacher."

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Lol, I wrote something. I have more little things in the works as well!

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat 11 #shinnok #raiden #mk fanfic #mortal kombat x reader

[mybutcheredtongue]

I'll Love You 'til the Grass Around My Gravestone is Deceased

harry potter timeline sirius black x fem!reader

CHAPTER EIGHT (see full series list here)

1993

On the first Thursday evening after school returns from the Christmas holidays, you leave the Astronomy Tower for the History of Magic classroom. Remus told you he was going to teach Harry how to cast a patronus and asked you to come along and help, and you're more than happy to do so. Anytime you get to spend with your godson is time well spent, and getting to hang out with Remus is just another plus.

You turn up and find Harry and Remus standing in the classroom, Remus heaving a large packing case onto Professor Binns' desk.

Harry gives you a bit of a surprised look and Remus smiles, greeting you with your name. "I hope you don't mind my inviting her, Harry, but she is an excellent witch who can cast a perfect patronus."

You roll your eyes with a smile, chuckling lightly as you look at Harry. "He's going to pretend as if he isn't an excellent wizard himself who can also cast a perfect patronus."

Remus huffs quietly, shaking his head, and Harry smiles back at you, before turning his attention to the large case on the desk. "What's that?"

"Another Boggart," Remus answers, stripping off his cloak. "I've been combing the castle ever since Tuesday, and very luckily, I found this one lurking in Mr Filch's filing cabinet. It's the nearest we'll get to a real Dementor. The Boggart will turn into a Dementor when he sees you, so we'll be able to practise on him. I can store him in my office when we're not using him; there's a cupboard under my desk he'll like."

"Okay," Harry says, sounding a little apprehensive.

"So..." Remus takes out his own wand, indicating that Harry should do the same. You follow suit, slightly unsure of whether you're going to be of any help when Remus seems to have this perfectly under control already. "The spell we are going to try and teach you is highly advanced magic, Harry — well beyond Ordinary Wizarding Level. It is called the Patronus Charm."

"How does it work?" Harry asks.

"When cast correctly, it conjures up a Patronus," you say. "A Patronus acts as a sort of guardian...it protects you from a Dementor, drives it away and places itself between you and the Dementor."

Remus nods, before saying, "The Patronus is a kind of positive force, a projection of the very things that the Dementor feeds upon — hope, happiness, the desire to survive — but it cannot feel despair, as real humans can, so the Dementors can't hurt it. But I must warn you, Harry, that the Charm might be too advanced for you. Many qualified wizards have difficulty with it."

"But you two can do the charm, right? Was it hard to learn for you too?" Harry asks curiously and you laugh.

"Very hard, but we were young and would do anything to avoid studying," you reply with a laugh, making Remus smile.

"That is very true," he says in agreement.

Harry nods, before asking, "What does a Patronus look like?"

"Each one is unique to the wizard who conjures it," Remus says.

"And how do you conjure it?"

"With an incantation, which will work only if you are concentrating, with all your might, on a single, very happy memory."

Harry pauses for a moment, clearly thinking hard, before saying a very concentrated "Right."

"The incantation is expecto patronum!" you say slowly.

"Expecto patronum," Harry repeats under his breath, "expecto patronum."

"Excellent! Concentrating hard on your happy memory?" Remus reminds him and Harry quickly nods, remembering what he was supposed to be doing.

"Oh — yeah — expecto patrono — no, patronum — sorry — expecto patronum, expecto patronum —"

A wisp of silvery gas suddenly whooshes out of the end of his wand and his face lights up excitedly.

"Did you see that?" he grins. "Something happened!"

"Incredible for your first lesson!" You encourage and Harry beams.

"Yes, very good," Remus says, smiling. "Right then — ready to try it on a Dementor?"

"Yes," Harry says confidently, gripping his wand tightly and moving into the middle of the classroom.

You stand to the side, wand at the ready, as Remus grasps the lid of the packing case and pulls. You watch as a Dementor rises slowly from the box, its hooded face turned towards Harry, one glistening, scabbed hand gripping its cloak. The lamps in the classroom flicker and then die out. The Dementor steps out of the box and starts to sweep in that sickeningly eerie Dementor way towards Harry, drawing a deep, rattling breath.

"Expecto patronum!" Harry yells desperately. "Expecto patronum! Expecto — "

Harry begins to falter, and his grip on his wand weakens so much that it drops from his hand and he too drops backwards to the floor.

You and Remus both spring to life, as Remus shouts a quick riddikulus! at the 'Dementor' and it morphs into a bright full moon, the lamps returning to their former glow with it.

You run to the boy lying flat in the middle of the room and gently shake his arm, saying, "Harry!" and snapping your fingers.

He quickly jerks back to life, looking around himself as he sits up, beads of sweat trickling down behind his glasses. You pull a handkerchief from your pocket and hand it to him with a small smile, and he accepts it gratefully, patting his face down with it.

"Sorry," he mutters.

"Are you all right?" You ask.

"Yes..." Harry pulls himself up on one of the desks and leans against it.

"Here — " Remus hands him a Chocolate Frog. "Eat this before we try again. I didn't expect you to do it the first time. In fact, I would have been astounded if you had."

"It's getting worse," Harry mutters, biting the Frog's head off. "I could hear her louder that time — and him — Voldemort — "

You glance at Remus, his face has turned pale and you inhale slowly, stomach churning.

"Harry," you say gently. "That's what Dementors do. They make you remember the worst memories, your worst fears...that way, you let your guard down and let your happy memories and feelings slip into their grasp. But if you keep that happiest memory strong in your mind, it'll protect you."

Harry seems to think about this for a moment, and Remus says, "Harry, if you don't want to continue, I will more than understand — "

"I do!" Harry says fiercely, stuffing the rest of the Chocolate Frog into his mouth. "I've got to! What if the Dementors turn up at our match against Ravenclaw? I can't afford to fall off again. If we lose this game we've lost the Quidditch Cup!"

Okay, James.

"All right then..." Remus says, slightly taken aback. You know he's thinking the exact same thing you are. "You might want to select another memory, a happy memory, I mean, to concentrate on...that one doesn't seem to have been strong enough..."

Harry moves to the middle of the classroom again, wand gripped firmly in his hand.

"Ready?" Remus asks, gripping the lid of the packing case.

"Ready," Harry replies.

"Go!" Remus says, pulling off the lid. Once again, the lamps flicker out and it gets icily cold, sending shivers down your spine. The Dementor glides forward towards Harry, drawing its rattling breath and extending one rotting hand out to him.

"Expecto patronum!" Harry yells. "Expecto patronum! Expecto pat —"

Once more, Harry's face goes blank and he tumbles to the ground, dropping his wand in the process. He lays on the ground, shaking, his face contorting in pained expressions and you move to him again while Remus quickly sorts out the Boggart, coming to his side too.

"Harry! Harry, dear, wake up..." you say, tapping him hard on the face. He opens his eyes, looking very disorientated, looking around like he doesn't know where he is. Then he shakes his head slightly and clears his throat.

"I heard my dad," he mumbles. You feel your heart start to ache. "That's the first time I've ever heard him — he tried to take on Voldemort himself, to give my mum time to run for it..."

You notice glistening tears wetting Harry's face, and when he bends down to do up his shoelace, they've been wiped off.

"You heard James?" Remus says quietly, almost as if he's forgotten where he is. You glance up at him, catching the sad look in his eyes.

"Yeah..." Harry looks up at Remus. "Why — you didn't know my dad, did you?"

"I — I did — we did, as a matter of fact," Remus says quickly, gesturing to you. "We were friends at Hogwarts. Listen, Harry — perhaps we should leave it here for tonight. This charm is ridiculously advanced...I shouldn't have suggested putting you through this..."

"No!" Harry cries, getting up again defiantly. "I'll have one more go! I'm not thinking of happy enough things, that's what it is...hang on..."

There's a brief moment of silence as Harry racks his brain for an even happier memory than his last.

"Ready?" Remus says, though you can tell he's doing this against his better judgment. You give him a look and he grits his teeth. "Concentrating hard? All right — go!"

He pulls off the lid and the Dementor emerges again.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" Harry bellows. "EXPECTO PATRONUM! EXPECTO PATRONUM!"

To your shock, a huge, silver shadow bursts from the end of Harry's wand, hovering between him and the Dementor. Though Harry has nearly produced a proper Patronus, he begins to sway again and you spring forward, roaring, "Riddikulus!"

There's a loud crack and Harry's wispy Patronus disappears along with the Dementor and he sinks into a chair, legs shaking. You're no longer focused on him though, because once you've stepped in front of the Boggart it contorts into a familiar figure.

Sirius Black stands before you, dressed in an Azkaban prisoner's clothes, filthy and grubby. His long curls which you once loved running your fingers through are greasy and matted, and his face is sunken and pale. His eyes are wide, staring at you, and his face twists into a cruel smile.

"It was me," he says, though the voice isn't his. This voice is full of cruelty, malice, and even though it sounds like him, you know it's not.

No, no. This isn't real. You know this isn't real. Why are your eyes stinging? Why is the ability to breathe suddenly lost on you?

His body starts to shake in silent laughter. "You are so fucking stupid. I never even cared about — "

"Riddikulus!"

You blink. Remus is forcing the Boggart back into its packing case with his wand; it has turned into the moon again.

Remus gives you a quick once-over from where you stand, stock-still, staring at the packing case. He chooses instead to focus on Harry, forcing a smile. "Excellent! Excellent, Harry! That was definitely a start!"

"Eat the lot, or Madam Pomfrey will be after my blood. Same time next week?"

You stand, staring at the packing case. You don't even know what's going on, you've completely zoned out, thinking only of the 'man' that was in front of you mere moments ago.

"If you knew my dad, you must know Sirius Black too."

You snap out of your daze, spinning around to face Harry and Remus.

"What gives you that idea?" Remus says sharply. You remain silent.

"Nothing — I mean, I just knew that they were friends at Hogwarts, too..."

"Yes, I knew him," Remus says shortly, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. "Or I thought I did. You'd better get off, Harry, it's getting late."

Harry turns to you, Lily's eyes staring at you inquisitively. "And you, Professor...your Boggart..."

"Yes, well, yes, it's him," you reply curtly. "It shouldn't be a shock that I am afraid of a...a crazed — " your mind runs wild trying to find any words, "— um...a — a man like that."

"But you did know him?"

"Yes. Really, Harry, Professor Lupin is right...bed, now. You have class in the morning." You turn around, suddenly busying yourself with something on Binns' desk.

Harry hesitates for a moment before you hear him leave behind you, the door closing and leaving you alone with Remus.

You sigh gently and look up at him. He says nothing, just opens his arms and envelopes you in a comforting hug.

"Perhaps it's best to let you handle the Boggarts from now on?" You joke with a weak smile and Remus chuckles lightly.

"I think you might be right."

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January turns to February. Harry's all-important Ravenclaw game draws nearer, and Harry seems to grow more frustrated at each unsuccessful Patronus lesson. However, with each try, even though he doesn't know it, he is making progress.

"You're expecting too much of yourself," Remus says sternly in your fourth week of practice. "For a thirteen-year-old wizard, even an indistinct Patronus is a huge achievement. You aren't passing out any more, are you?"

"I thought a Patronus would — charge the Dementors down or something," says Harry dispiritedly. "Make them disappear — "

"The true Patronus does do that," Remus replies. "But you've achieved a great deal in a very short space of time. If the Dementors put in an appearance at your next Quidditch match, you will be able to keep them at bay long enough to get back to the ground."

"Besides, we'll be there too. You have nothing to worry about," you say with an encouraging smile.

"But you said it's harder if there are loads of them."

"We have complete confidence in you," Remus says, smiling. "Here — you've earned a drink. Something from the Three Broomsticks, you won't have tried it before — "

He pulls three gold bottles from his briefcase and Harry's face lights up.

"Butterbeer!" says Harry. "Yeah, I like that stuff!"

Harry, the boy who has never set foot in Hogsmeade?

You give him a sceptical look.

"Oh — Ron and Hermione brought me some back from Hogsmeade," Harry says quickly, smiling awkwardly.

"I see," Remus says, though he looks equally as suspicious as you. "Well, let's drink to a Gryffindor victory against Ravenclaw! Not that I'm supposed to take sides, as a teacher..." he adds hastily and you snort, rolling your eyes.

"Once a Gryffindor, always a Gryffindor, Remus," you say with a wink and he shakes his head amusedly.

You take a sup from your Butterbeer, the room quiet as you all drink, before Harry breaks the silence by saying, "What's under a Dementor's hood?"

Remus lowers his bottle thoughtfully. "Hmm...well, the only people who know are in no condition to tell us. You see, the Dementor only lowers its hood to use its last and worst weapon."

"What's that?"

"They call it the Dementors' Kiss," you answer with a small shudder. "It's terrible. It's what the Dementors do when they want to utterly destroy someone. There's some kind of mouth under that hood because they attach their jaws to the mouth of the victim and...suck out their soul."

Harry accidentally spits out his Butterbeer. "What — they kill — ?"

"Oh, no," Remus says. "Much worse than that. You can exist without your soul, you know, as long as your brain and heart are still working. But you'll have no sense of self any more, no memory, no...anything. There's no chance at all of recovery. You'll just — exist. As an empty shell. And your soul is gone forever...lost."

Remus drinks a little more Butterbeer, then says, "It's the fate that awaits Sirius Black. It was in the Daily Prophet this morning. The Ministry has given the Dementors permission to perform it if they find him."

You nearly choke on your drink, placing it down on the table as you cough. "What?"

"Did you not see that?" Remus asks in confusion and you shake your head, stunned.

"No, I didn't," you respond dejectedly. "I — I slept in this morning, missed the post — meteor shower last night..."

"He deserves it," Harry says suddenly.

You turn to him, shocked. "Harry!" you say breathlessly, looking down at the wooden desk.

"You think so, Harry?" Remus says lightly. "Do you really think anyone deserves that?"

"Yes," says Harry defiantly. "For...for some things..."

"It's inhumane," you spit. "If you knew half of what goes on in Azkaban, you would think it is punishment enough."

Harry doesn't respond to that, just thanks you both for the lesson and Remus for the Butterbeer before leaving.

As soon as he's gone you turn to Remus. "The Kiss?"

"I thought you had read it," Remus says apologetically, looking very guilty. "I would have told you otherwise."

"It's fine, Moony, really...I don't care about that. Just...like, what the fuck? This is just great. Exactly what I needed to hear. What a brilliant year this has been!" You say bitterly, standing up from your seat and running a hand down your face, laughing humourlessly. "Just fucking brilliant."

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->-> read chapter nine here!

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[rui-drawsbox]

Okay obligatory DnD person as per the Dungon Meshi post(dnd/fantasy au + our life is amazing and I love it) but also I just wanted to say that there is a subclass of elves in dnd called aquatic elves that are kind of a happy mix between a mermaid and a, well, normal elf. I stick more towards spooky rather than nautical campaigns myself, so I’m not too familiar, but if I remember correctly they’re amphibious but with two legs rather than full mermaid.

Also obviously please ignore if you have different ideas but based off of what people have written about battle roles I could absolutely see some subclasses for the four!

Derek I could absolutely see as a Paladin(subclass possibly being oath of devotion or glory) basically the more defensive tank guys bound by an oath they make to themselves or someone important to them, which gives them a little spellcasting as well as actual auras that buff their allies later on.

Baxter I could see being a Bard (College of Swords), or what I kind of think of as a sort of battledancer. It would be a little less of a full spellcaster, but you can do special flourishes when fighting with a rapier which I always imagine as pseudo-dancing, plus he’d still get all the flashy bard spells. And to top it off, Bards actually use their charm(charisma stat) to cast spells which just screams Baxter to me.

Cove is a little harder but if you were going with him having a fish/animal companion while still being a melee fighter a Ranger(Beastmaster or Swarmkeeper) would be a good fit IMO, obviously with the Cove Creater he’s harder to pin than Baxter or Derek, but Ranger is pretty flexible. You basically get to choose a companion that’s from the land, air, or sea; and they can help you out in battle and follow you around, or as Swarmkeeper he could have his swarm be a school of fish.

Ruri is obviously a bit harder because you know your OC best, but if you really wanted to lean into more into the familiar/animal buddy route. Druid(circle of the shepherd) is always a fun choice! It’s kind of like the more spellcaster version of rangers’ Swarmkeeper where you can summon a lot of critters while still having some super strong elemental spells.

But anyway! I hope this wasn’t too long, I saw some (kinda) DnD our life content and I couldn’t resist! But thank you again for the adorable art of the main boys(and your lovely OC!) in a fantasy setting!

Second ask from dnd anon:

Oh! DnD anon part two!

But basically the theoretical party composition would look like:

Derek = Tank/Damage

Cove = Weapon Damage/Companion(s)

Baxter = Spells/Weapon Damage

and Ruri = Healing/Spells.

Also one last note about Druid is while druids have a lot of elemental spells (create water, spike growth, etc.), they also have the ability to do something called wildshape, where they can shapeshift into an animal for either out of battle(wildshape into a mouse to get under the crack in a door, then returning to normal and unlocking it) or battle (at later levels imagine fighting a spellcasting bear or even dragon) but also has more silly implications like wild shaping into a songbird to sing with Baxter, or a cat or sloth to ride on Cove’s shoulder.

got these asks a few days ago but i let them marinate in my brain hope you dont mind anon KJDSAUH

anyways AQUATIC ELF THATS PERFECT i tried to stick to what i knew about dumenshi rules in that post but for my first fantasy AU ideas i was going to do Cove a half mermaid (Cliff human x mermaid Kyra or elf Kyra [shes just so pretty its insane] x mermaid Cliff) that lived in a house right on the beach lmao, im happy that actually makes sense somewhere in dnd

i tried to look at the aquatic elves wiki from the forgotten realms fandom and omg so much text in the main page

also paladin Derek canon‼‼ imagine he does his oath to his brothers right after something dangerous happens to them when they were kids (im not saying his parents should die but im not saying they shouldnt--)

and bam!! tragic backstory 10x worse than his canon that is already bad enough :DD (try to make him feel less responsable now i wanna see that)

baxter turn rn. DO YOU THINK HE WOULD PLAY VIOLIN? I WANNA SEE THAT (<-this person didnt thought about drawing him with an instrument until it was time to write her thoughts) anyway it would def be a fancy instrument, daddy and mommy wanted to keep appearances i bet

one his spells makes his sword and moves shine and when hes under the sun his enemies become fucking blind

everything about him screams I HAVE MONEY but everytime people try to rob him he just rolls a nat20 in persuasion and they end up giving him money

and omg just imagine Cove's school of fish are all his pet fishes from the game JGASDFJK

im also. not discussing roles when the most i know about dnd is bg3 and i just finished 2 playthroughs. if you say ruri is a druid she's a druid, she makes super artsy flower fields and decorates every tree she sees with organical paint or smth jkfhds

Ruri's forest has a tree that connects with the ocean and they both just hangout sometimes (as if theyre not together 60% of the time already)

DRUID RURI THAT LIKES TO BRAID COVE'S HAIR WITH LITTLE POPPIES‼‼‼

MERMAID COVE THAT LETS RURI (otter form!!) RIDE HIS BACK WHILE HE SWIMS‼‼‼‼

mermaid cove humming a song and ruri falling to the river in trance/j

anyways anon i agree with everything tbh, there's so many ways to do a fantasy AU and i adore the dnd version (id kill for a dnd group or smth in my city)

i also have another fantasy au more vanilla but not-really. basically isekai baxter LMAO mostly an excuse to make ruri and baxter being domestic but before baxter developed any real domestic skill JHASFD

#rui draw smth #our life #olba #our life: beginnings & always #baxter ward #cove holden #derek suarez #our life mc #olba mc #anyways mermaid cove will always be on the back of my brain waiting until i feel like drawing him #for baxter and cove i just say silly stupid things and when it's derek's turn i kill his parents. lovely

[zmbief00d]

my reasons 2 why shayne n courtney marriage is fake (im gonna cry if its real, i got sm proof)

if they r married then congrats but i REFUSE to believe when its on april fools day n by smosh 

"ian said it was real" bitch, its ian. hes literally such a big troll dude, i dont trust things ian says that often (still love u tho ian)

smosh can commit to bits n lying. ex: ian n anthony walking for an hour straight when everyone thought it would be a cool skit, arasha's marvel lie, angela's lie, etc

they have kissed so many times for skits, same as ian n anthony, n other smosh members. like- its not crazy that they kissed in the photos, they've done it before and other members have kissed eachother too for skits!!! it's basically normal for smosh members to kiss eachother for bits!!!

they're friends can be on the prank!!! i wouldn't be suprised if they are!!!

i feel like damian would at least be at the wedding too!!! like hes been one of shaynes best friends since he was like 17, HES GONNA BE AT THE WEDDING BRO!!!!!!

but "oh theres photos from a few months ago of the proposal!!" ppl plan things in advance bro! they r a comedy channel, they might plan for april fools in advanced! ik i plan for halloween literally the second it's finished, its normal to plan for holidays early! its like who ppl get ready for christmas as soon as halloweens done too!!!

if ppl where able to get photos of ned from the try guys cheating on his wife then i feel like ppl would be able to get photos and/or see shayne n courtney on a date in public!!!!! unless they r super secretive or the paparazzi/die hard fans didn't care, i feel like it would be pretty hard for ppl not to have at least a photo or two of them together 

when damian n saige got together, courtney n keith called them out so quickly if i remember correctly. like i dont know if shayne n courtney would be able to keep the cast plus themselves quiet long enough for there relationship to grow to a wedding bro. someone would have accidentally let it slip (tho it could always be cut during edits so take this as a grain of salt, but it could also be posted on instagram by a member as a slip up like how pete wentz accidentally revealed brendon urie's wife's pregnancy)

plus remember that one time jake paul or whoever n that one girl faked a wedding down to the t, like its been done before i wouldnt be surprised if they did it.

lastly, my most important proof. THEY. ARE. ACTORS!!!! ITS THERE JOB!!!!!!!!!! they could have easily faked being in love or some sh*t, there job is to act, they should know how to act!!! like, i feel like this is pretty obvious at this point guys...

what it possibly could be idfk 

could be pulling a danny gonzalez where they prank there fans, ik dannys fans figure it out quickly but he also doesn't work for a big company or corporate or whatever the f*** smosh is!! like they have more money to afford this sh*t!!!

could always just be for some big skit, tho idk if they would go THIS out for a skit

maybe lets do this is back idk idk idk

or, its just a april fools prank.

idkidkidkidk i need irrefutable proof that its real before i believe it, i could be horribly wrong tho n spent like a while stacking this all up for it to, in fact, be real. i just think we need to take other shit into consideration before jumping head first into believing it ig. this is just my opinion tho, im not trying to be disrespectful or anything!!!!!

(sorry if anything is miss spelled, i was in a manic state while writing it guys- also if i got any information wrong with smosh history feel free to correct me!!)

#smosh #smoshblr #courtney miller #shayne topp #smosh games #smosh pit #smosh squad #shartney

[trickstarbrave]

I WROTE MORE!!! YAYYYY

vivi and steren finally escape :> ready to start their lives over somewhere else~

and the brothel madam is uhhhh not gonna get out of this one.

vivienne belongs to @mulberrycafe (go read vivi's story pls)

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The moments between imprisonment and freedom were tense and stressful, Steren’s hands trembling. 

Vivienne had come in, as planned, killing Steren’s client after his own and carefully dressed Steren before covering the mark on his forehead with makeup. But they weren’t in the clear yet; it would be conspicuous to leave together when most people entered and exited the brothel alone, so they had to wait. 

Vivienne left first, as per Steren’s insistence. He’d lied, convincing Vivienne the one to leave first was the most likely to be caught, and luckily Vivienne had believed him. In truth, Steren knew the last one out would be the most likely to be caught. Honestly, he had never missed recall and intervention more than he did right now, being too weak to cast a proper spell. Still though, he didn’t want to be caught; freedom was so close he could practically taste it, but Vivienne came first for now. Steren was strong enough to endure, Vivienne was someone soft and kind in spite of all the suffering he’d been subjected to for things he couldn’t control. 

The collar around his neck had never felt more heavy as he waited, body and face mostly covered. He was counting down the seconds, before finally getting up from the parlor room to head out the door, after a few others filed out. 

Sweat dripped down the back of his neck. It was risky--very, very risky. A thought tickled the back of his mind: what if Vivienne left him behind? He could have gotten too antsy, running to the docks without him. 

Steren could hear the brothel madam yelling at the two of them to hurry up for their next clients, banging on the walls. Steren had just enough magicka to lock them before they hurried out, which would keep her distracted for a few minutes as she cursed and swore and looked for the keys on her keyring. He put all of his energy into walking correctly, not limping and hissing in pain. 

Finally, in the alley they had planned to meet, he felt some of the anxiety melt off him as he nearly collapsed into Vivienne.

“I’ve got you…” Vivienne cooed. “C’mon, just a bit more. Can you do it?” 

Steren nodded, his voice hoarse. “I can just… Let me lean on you a bit.” The brothel madam was still swearing and cursing, saying she would beat them black and blue when she got in there, as they went down alleyway after alleyway to the main strip. 

“Excuse me--is this ship headed for Solstheim? Or Skyrim?” Vivienne asked a captain who was getting ready to set sail. 

“Ah, we are heading for Skyrim, yes. If you stay on long enough we can also take you to the Illiac Bay--” The captain took a look at Steren who was sweating from exertion and anxiety. “Your friend here alright?” 

“I drank too much.” Steren lied, before giving a lopsided grin. “But we’ve already missed the last ship heading out here and need to head to Skyrim for work.” 

“Ah, I see.” the captain laughed heartily. Vivienne pulled out a bag of gold, plopping it in his hands. He looked at it, whistling, slightly, before ushering them both on board. “Don’t let the drunkard make a mess of my ship!” He hollered at them.

“I-I wont!” Vivienne reassured, before rushing them into their cabin after asking for a few directions. 

“Oh gods--” Steren hissed, finally laid out on his hammock. 

“I’m sorry,” Vivienne apologized, before Steren cupped his cheek. 

“It’s not your fault, Vivi.” Steren smiled the best he could despite the pain. “It’s the damn poison--” He groaned again. The poison plus the injuries inflicted on him from customers had really done him in tonight, but if they didn’t flee immediately he was nervous one of those councilors was actually going to kill him. If it wasn’t for the collar being in the way, they would have strangled him a lot time ago, though they nearly suffocated him on other things as well. 

There was a knock at their cabin door and the two of them tensed up. After a moment, Vivienne hesitantly spoke. “C-come in.” 

One of the crewmates came in with a potion bottle in hand. 

“Give this to your drunk friend,” He said, lingering in the doorway but not looking at them with suspicion in the slightest. “We’ll be setting sail any minute. It’s a healing potion which should hold him over.” The crewmate then pointed to the corner. “And if he does hurl, have him do it in a bucket at least. Your job to clean it.”

“T-Thank you.” Both of them were relieved as he left. It looked like no one knew they were here yet, and soon they would be out of Morrowind for good.

“Here,” Vivienne pressed the potion to his lips, letting Steren drink. It was such a relief as it immediately hit his sore throat, some of the pain quickly fading. 

“Ah, Azu--” He cut himself off. Normally he would say ‘Azura’s mercy’, but the Lady of Twilight had no mercy for him anymore. She was the one who subjected Steren to this treatment, after all. “Thank you.” He said instead, smiling. “It’s a start… Once I finally get the damn poison out of my system and rest, I’m sure I’ll be better in no time.” 

The ship began moving, the anchor raised and sails down as the rocking few more intense as they moved out of the bay. Vivienne caught himself on the wall, before Steren moved slightly. 

“Will you keep me company?” He asked, hoping Vivienne would say yes. If not, he would be happy just knowing they were free, even as Vivienne explored the ship. But, much to his delight, Vivienne quickly climbed into the hammock beside him, letting Steren wrap an arm around him. 

“We’re free…” Vivienne whispered as the two rocked gently from the waves. Steren smiled again, nuzzling into his hair. 

“We’re free.” Steren whispered back, security in his voice. “We never have to go back there ever again.” 

As much as this was punishment by Azura, Steren was happy he just wasn’t alone. There was much to be thankful for, after all, in spite of all he suffered. His parents were, at least in this world, alive and happy and in love, clueless to his suffering. Steren wouldn’t know how he would live with himself knowing his father’s ghost was watching him go through that in the brothel, after all. Instead he was probably curled up comfortably in bed with his Ata, sleeping peacefully and happily. 

And if she hadn’t sent him here, he would have never met Vivienne. Sweet, sweet Vivienne who took care of him for nothing in return, when he was already suffering. Who helped get him out of that hellhole, and smiled so warmly against his skin…

Before he knew it, his eyes slowly drifted shut, the pain finally fading from his senses for the first time in a long while.

--

Nelevi was not have a good day. 

Her two best whores vanished in the night and the useless guards couldn’t find them. Absolutely infuriating on its own, but to top it off they had customers who were waiting and demanded their money back when she told them they were currently unavailable, glaring daggers at her and threatening not to come back. They had to be somewhere in the city though--it was likely Steren’s idea they run away, but because of the steady diet of poison that kept his injuries from healing and how rough his clients were, she doubted they would get far. The city was large after all; no doubt they were hiding out in some rat infested skooma den in hopes of not being discovered. Despite how much money it was losing her though, that she could deal with. 

But what sent this over the edge was the Hortator showing up in broad daylight, a deadly glare in his eyes as he presented her with a ring and sword. 

“Where did you get these?” The look in his eyes was bloodthirsty, and Nelevi made a note of the fact he still had Trueflame on his belt, even with a second copy in his hands. 

No doubt he thought Steren was some strange imposter and had a bone to pick with him. If she had Steren she would have brought him before the hortator immediately, let him cut off his head for the blasphemy and insult that was trying to impersonate their king, and claim a reward. However, she might be able to use this to her advantage; if she said she thought he was in the city somewhere, the ordinators might be able to flush him out for her. She’d have to give up the money Steren brought in, but she could get Vivienne back at least. 

“I don’t know who left them here but,” She began, spinning a few lies. “It was a customer who was here, very fond of one of my boys that I had here--pretty little thing, my poor Vivienne.” She sighed, looking distraught. “He left them here and ran without even paying the bill, and then last night Vivi was missing.” She tried to look pitiful and worried. “I don’t think they got too far, especially if he is forcing Vivienne to go with him. They’re probably still in the city, but I’ve been doing everything I could to look for the--”

“An interesting story.” Voryn Dagoth came in next, the hair on the back of her neck standing as she noticed blood on him. “The others here tell a different story.” 

“What did you find?” Nerevar asked, putting the ring back on his own hand and tucking the sword away. 

Voryn however, kept staring her down, rage in his eyes as he walked towards her. “You kept him here, didn’t you?”

“I-I…” 

“You put a slave collar on my son and forced him to work as whore for any and every dunmer who was willing to pay to slap him around and call him by my name.” 

“What?!” Nerevar’s voice rose, before he turned back at her, teeth bared. 

Voryn grabbed her by the hair now, forcing her onto her knees as all the blood in her ran cold. 

“Now I’ll ask you again,” Voryn had a dagger, sharp enough to draw blood just touching her skin, her whole body now trembling. “Where do you think our son is?”

“I-I don’t know!” She shouted, hoping the truth would at least spare her life. “H-he vanished last night and took that other whore with him!” She couldn’t breathe and didn’t dare look up at him. She knew she would throw up seeing his third eye glowing unnaturally down at her. “I-I had no idea Lord Dagoth, believe me, if I had known--” How could she knew Steren was their son? The Horator and Lord Dagoth couldn’t have children as far as she was concerned, and she thought the fact he looked like Voryn was a coincidence she could use to her advantage. “I-I was just following the way of the Three, you know that Lord Dagoth--” 

“Stop,” Nerevar pulled Voryn’s hand and the blade away from her throat, making her shiver and gulp down air in relief. 

Yes! Yes she said the right thing--of course the Hortator would acknowledge that! He was head of the new temple after all, and even if he kept the sharmat at his side for some ungodly reason, he would acknowledge that she was simply being a devout believer--

“If she wants to acknowledge the Three,” Nerevar looked down at her, his eyes devoid of light, absolutely cold, “Then so be it.” With a motion of his hands, ordinators grabbed her, beginning to tie her arms. She was in took much shock to move, let alone protest, staring in confusion. “Take her to Mournhold and lock her up.” Another shiver ran down her spine. “I’ll show her Boethiah’s wrath.”

“W-wait!” Nelevi protested now, struggling. “I was just--”

“Taking as you want, as the Three teach.” Voryn finished for her. “Yet you forgot the most important lesson--” He put his blade away, standing at Nerevar’s side. “You tried to take what belonged to someone else, yet you don’t have the power to defend that decision.” His eyes were also cold, his hand tight on the Hortator’s shoulder. “You picked the wrong target. The Three have no pity for someone with half baked ideas of their faith.”

“P-Please--!” She begged, being dragged out. “Please, I had no idea! Have mercy--”

The ordinators slammed the door, as Nerevar went to the book of customers. 

“We need to round up everyone who came here,” Nerevar said, his voice and hands still trembling in rage. “Everyone who hurt Steren. Every single one.” 

“We will.” Voryn nodded. “And we’ll get our little star back.”

Nerevar shoulders then shook, a few angry tears falling. 

“It’s alright,” Voryn whispered. “We will find him.”

“I failed to protect him again!” Nerevar beat his fist on the table. “Azura brought him here--brought him to Morrowind and I--” He had been looking since he got word, even more hurriedly once he got his memories of that world as well. 

His little star was suffering here, likely with no clue that his parents were even looking for him. And then, just as they finally caught up to him, he slipped out of their fingers again. 

“You know he’s strong,” Voryn whispered, his own voice trembling. “Wherever he is, he’s safe now with his friend.” Voryn explained. “The others said the two of them were close. I’m sure we’ll find him in no time, and bring him back safe and sound.” 

Nerevar wrapped his arms around Voryn tightly, still shaking, sobbing in rage and heartbreak.  “And we’ll make every person who hurt him pay.” Voryn whispered, stroking his hair as he glared at the book, already spying a few familiar names of councilmen.

#vivi au #steren #steren nerevarine #vivienne dragonborn #my writing

[ink-flavored]

i dont remember if i reblogged it but i saw that "sorcerers vs wizards learning how to do magic from each other" post, and it made me think about my Unnamed Dream WIP a bit

the magic system isn't fully fleshed out yet, but what i do have is a part language/part physical component system that some people can do and some people don't. haven't hammered out the details of why someone can be a mage and others can't, but the magic language used to cast spells is literally the language of the dead. it's the language things speak in the afterlife, and you're basically calling on their powers and asking them to help you. the components are things like plants and bones and such because you need the essence of certain dead things to have certain impacts and create different spells and whatnot.

the thing about the language is that, when humans are speaking it, it comes out like singing. it sounds like you're humming it to yourself if you pronounce it correctly because that's just what spirits are like. Asim the protagonist is a mage who does this song-magic and casts spells with what components he can find in the wilderness or trade for with other villagers - he's the wiseman/problem solver of his local village, which is very poor, and doesn't have a lot of resources. as a result, he has a limited amount of spells he can cast, but he can get more potent spells by calling on the dead correctly -- i.e. pronouncing their language right.

the magic users in the capital city, however, have access to universities and libraries and gardens and merchants and breeding populations of rats to get skulls from etc. etc. etc.. they don't really have to worry about their spells being perfect, because if one fizzles out, they haven't wasted their only bones. as a result, they don't prioritize pronouncing the language without the melody -- they chant it instead of sing it, because it sounds more authoritative, and are inherently saying it wrong. plus they can use so many resources in one spell that it doesn't really matter. if you have 12 rat skulls to burn, at least one spirit is bound to hear you through the terrible accent and come help out.

so when Asim gets to the capital and starts singing to his spell components everyone's like oh my god this guy......smh he doesn't even T-pose to assert dominance. it automatically marks him as an outsider -- even worse, an uneducated poor. and since classism is a major theme of the story, that's gonna be uh. fun!

anyway i hope you enjoyed this unhinged rant

#unnamed dream WIP #annika talks #worldbuilding is fun! #especially when i get to do magic in it

[lets-boogie]

Why it’s disrespectful to wear/cast protection when you are working with the infernal divine

Whether you are wearing protective jewelry, keeping a gemstone you are using for protection in your pocket, or casting a protection spell as a means of protection against a demon, you probably wont have a good experience with demon work. I highly advise you to not do this if you are serious about working with demons of any kind. When you wear protection, it shows that you fear them. You can’t show fear when working with a demon. When you fear a demon, it shows them that you are not ready to truly work with them.

Demons are very particular when it comes to showing respect, and this comes from both ends. It’s disrespectful to fear a demon, therefore, it’s disrespectful to protect yourself from them. You should fear a demon no more than any other powerful entity. It should not matter if they a divine or infernal in nature. Infernal beings will not necessarily harm you, but they will take it as a challenge when you show fear in their presence.

From my experiences, demons will test you just to see how far they can push you. If you are ready to work with one, then you will not break under their pressure. In a lot of ways, wearing protection is a sign that they don’t even need to do anything in order to get to this point. You’ve already shown them that you fear them enough that you need an outside source to protect you from the what you fear.

Fear equals weakness, and a demon will not work with someone they view as weak. If you are seen as weak, then it’s very likely that they will mess with you or outright refuse to work with you.

In my long history of working with the infernal, every time I have worn protection of any sort, the demon who I was in contact with proved to me that protection wasn’t even worth my time. I’ve had my circles broken and my crystals shattered as if they were nothing. Especially when working with powerful demons, such as ones of the Ars Goetia, no amount of protection will save you. Which brings me to another reason why protection is so disrespectful. If you are using any sort of protection, it shows that you don’t think that the demon you are working with is as powerful as they truly are. If you believe that the protection that you have used will save you, it is as if you were saying that you have any sort of control over the demon. Or that you are just as, if not more powerful than the demon you wish to work with. You aren’t.

The only exception to this rule is following the evocation rituals used in the Ars Goetia. If you are willing to do the research into these rituals, and you do them correctly, then it shows a great amount of dedication. It inherently shows respect if you are willing to go all this way into making sure you do these rituals correctly. A demon is willing to overlook your use of protection in this instance. That doesn’t mean they absolutely will overlook it, but there is a great chance.

Not using protection also shows a level of trust with the demon you are working with, which shows respect. Demons aren’t monsters who only seek to hurt you. They won’t possess you, though they absolutely can and will under the correct circumstances. Demonic beings can help you in the same ways that other spiritual beings can. It’s likely that they will push you to your emotional and spiritual limits, and this can make working with them difficult for those new to this practice. But not using protection will help you in the long run when working with them. If you are hesitant about not using protection, it is a a major sign that you are not ready to work with demons. Plus, demons aren’t right for everyone. If you don’t feel a strong calling to work with them, then it’s better to leave it alone all together. As always, demons will treat everyone different as well. The way a demon treats you will show you how you should act around them and what they will deem as respectful towards them. Demons will generally treat you with the same respect you treat them with, never forget that.

#demonaltry #spiritual #spiritualism #pagan #paganism #occult #satanist #satanism #evocation #invocation #demon worship #demon work #infernal divine

[realitymirage]

Testing comic (Test-Tale) is completed!!!

Great news everyone!!! My first sprite comic, correctly named Test-Tale, is finally done!!

I created it so I could show my skills, so that people would be interested and have trust in me!

While it's rather short, it has some very important information about UNDERTALE: Reality Mirage, along with UNDERSWAP, such as the new name of UNDERSWAP, which is...

UNDERSWAP: A NEW DAWN!

Yup, that's right! I finally came up with a title for UNDERSWAP! Took me long enough, haha!

Anyways, the reasoning behind the name is that UNDERSWAP is a 'new dawn' in Reality Mirage Chara, Frisk, and Gaster's lives, along with the characters living within the UNDERSWAP universe. Plus, it sounds peaceful!

Anyways, next section!

TEST-TALE

With Test-Tale being completed, that means the production of UNDERSWAP: A NEW DAWN's sprite comic can finally happen! All I need to do is get sprite work done for the Ruins cast, start actually getting the rooms all made, then production can be on it's way!

As for Test-Tale itself, the only real roles I had set up are;

The Unused Human as Frisk.

Ruins Dummy Ghost as Chara.

Mad Dummy as Flowey + Asriel.

Undyne as Toriel.

Alphys as Asgore.

There's no lore set up either, sadly. It was just a test WORLD, after all!

Also there are a few formatting errors and spelling errors... Text it REALLY hard to use in Paint.Net, but I hope the quality is still good despite this!

Closing Remarks

Well... That's it! I have nothing more to say, other than thank you all so much!!! I can't wait for you all to see what I'm going to make, and I hope you guys are excited as well!!

Now I hate to sound like I'm begging and all here, but... Please be sure to reblog my posts and follow this blog! It helps to get more people to see UNDERTALE: Reality Mirage and helps with my motivation as well!

And now, without further ado...

Fair warning, the links in the Imgur folder are a little messed up. Sadly, there is nothing I can do about that.

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the spare // chapter sixty // death eater ! tom hiddleston oc x plus size ofc - voldemort wins au

story summary: 

While on a mission to avenge the death of her best friend, Ilvermorny graduate Melisa Alder finds herself in the middle of the fight to defeat Voldemort. Upon capture after the Dark Lord's triumph, she's being sold at an auction with other muggle borns and blood traitors. Her only hope is also her only bidder - the tall, dark, and handsome Thomus Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy's younger half-brother. Is he just another Death Eater or is he hiding more than just his face beneath the mask? Will she realize her true potential to be one of the resistance's greatest weapons?

*a Voldemort Wins AU with Tom Hiddleston cast as an OC x a plus size protagonist* *takes place in The Auction universe by Lovesbitca8*

words for this chapter: 5.2k warnings for this chapter: smuttyy, good ole p in v

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

Chapter Sixty:

“Melisa, you have to control it!”

The great swirling mass knocks me on my ass again. Breathless, lightheaded, and frustrated as fuck, I glare at Professor Higgins and bite back the profanity on the tip of my tongue.

Thunder cracks, the booming sound my only warning before the mass charges toward me like a Graphorn. I throw my hand up, the spell sputtering out of my mouth. “P-piert-to –“

I gasp awake. My breathing and rapid heartbeat mimicking the thunder from my dream. It takes me a second to register that something cool is tapping the back of my hand. I start to shove the duvet down, away from my shoulders until I remember I only have my undies on.

Underneath the covers, my arm spreads out over the expanse of the bed I’d left for him. I come up empty and start feeling around the other side. My fingers notice a difference of fabric from something by the edge of the bed. The material feels like a thin towel.

Then that same cool thing taps my hand feeling the fabric. Tiny fingers.

My eyes are open and I still can’t see anything. Or hear.

The elf’s fingers grip my hand and guide it down the bed. I have to sit up, clutching the blanket to my chest as they lead my hand to a different pile of fabric. I feel around the different textures for a moment, trying to place them. The first item my brain registers is a sock. They brought me clothes.

I smile and sign, Thank you.

I run my hand through my hair and get the ick when I feel how greasy it is. I need a shower.

Sinking back under the covers, I grab the unfitted sheet and pull it free from the tucked side of the bed. I wrap it around my shoulders like a bunched up cloak and climb out. If I remember correctly, I’m sure to be on the side of the bathroom. My elbow brushes the elf’s shoulder as I scoop up the clothes, then I point to the direction of the bathroom before heading in that direction.

Showering in complete darkness isn’t new to me. I’m a freak who finds being in the dark with the lovely warm water a nice sensory experience. It’s just a bit more intense without my hearing.

I have to use Thomus’ soap and shampoo. Thankfully, he uses a bar of soap and the only guessing game I play is with the shampoo and conditioner. I still wind up with conditioner in my hair first, but I make sure to put them on separate sides of the tub when I’m done.

It takes me a good while to get dressed because I spend a lot of time feeling around. I touch seams and look for tags to make sure I put things on the correct way and not backwards or inside out. When I have the shirt on, it feels like some flowy peplum top with a stretchy elastic band under the bust, and the pants feel like normal leggings.

I start to question who picked out my clothes when I feel the bra and undies. The material on the items feel the same, some kind of super soft lace, and that’s… I mean I’m sure it’s common to have a matching set, but I don’t normally wear them. My main focus has always been finding things that are comfortable. These undies are super cheeky and ride up my butt more than I’d like when I put on my pants.

I briefly wonder if Thomus picked them out, but decide against it. I’m not really worth seeing, whether I’m in lingerie or not. And I don’t think Thomus cares enough, at least about that.

I scowl when I remember how needy I was last night. I’m supposed to be mad at him. He knowingly put me in danger, sent me off with Rodolphus like he didn’t care what happened to me. He knows I don’t have my magic, he knows I can’t defend myself. This goes so far beyond just playing along.

And… what did Rodolphus do to me? Taking someone’s senses like that with blood magic is scarily powerful. Does he just do things like this all the time or did he pull out all the stops for me? I don’t know the first thing about reversing one.

I decide to forgo socks when I emerge from the bathroom. I want to see if I’ll be able to tell where I am through the floor alone.

The elf grabs my hand and Apparates us somewhere with cold tile floors. The texture beneath my feet isn’t smooth like hardwood. The floral scent of the room tells me we’re in Narcissa’s conservatory, or sun room, as I’d call it back home. My hand gets tugged and placed on a chair and I feel around it before taking a seat.

There’s a table in front of me, and my fingers feel a plate. I come into contact with some toast before fingers graze the back of my hand. Using the pad of my thumb, I run it along their nails. It’s Hermione.

We exchange pleasantries through finger spelling. She asks how I’m doing and I just tell her I feel normal, despite everything else. I ask her if she has any theories on what Rodolphus actually did, and that’s when she hesitates. After a moment, she explains that Thomus wants to find a curse breaker.

Reading the word curse makes my chest tighten and my heart pound faster. Thomus thinks I’m cursed? Like literally cursed? From what I know, the survival rate of cursed individuals is not high. Curses tend to bog people down, become painful, slowly killing them from the inside out.

So why would Thomus look for a curse breaker? Career curse breakers usually only deal with objects or property, not people.

I take a moment to breathe before asking her what she thinks. She hesitates again, but I press her for information. Letter by letter, she starts to spell out her sentence.

I don’t want to scare you, she pauses, but yes.

My head bobs slowly. It feels adrift and weightless, but the rest of my body anchors me in my panic.

As if she could see it on my face, Hermione places a glass of something in my hand, and I quickly bring it to my lips. Orange juice. It helps me breathe at least. I put it down and take a bite of toast.

Maybe I’m getting worked up over nothing. Maybe Thomus will find a way to undo what Rodolphus did. Maybe I just needed something to eat.

I fingerspell his name, shake my head and sign here with a questioning look on my face. Hermione puts her hand in mine and spells N – O – T pause H – E – R – E.

~*~

Every day, I ask where Thomus is, and every day, the answer is the same. Not here.

And every day things get a little harder. Tasks I used to take for granted have suddenly become the most tedious thing in the world.

Eating with utensils is laughable when every time I try, food either ends up on my face or my shirt. One night I kept spilling Mippy’s pumpkin soup, so I just said fuck it and drank from the bowl. I know Hermione and Narcissa aren’t judging me for eating with my fingers, but I wouldn’t doubt Lucius has made more than one snarky comment. I want to think that Draco wouldn’t, but I don’t know him that well.

Getting around the Manor is difficult, too. Yeah, I can walk just fine, but I keep a hand on the wall as I go, so I can keep a general sense of direction. I can feel when I’m at a doorway or when I’ve turned into the wrong hallway based on the wallpaper and trimming. I’ve gotten lucky in terms of what I bump into, like hallway dressers or chairs. Fancy, expensive vases on pedestals though? Not so lucky. I simply nudged the pedestal, my out-stretched hand felt something wobble, and I desperately tried to catch it as it gives in to gravity and physics.

I totally cried big fat tears for a solid ten minutes out of pure guilt while I waited for someone to come along and find me. I couldn’t move because I’d been barefoot with glass everywhere, but I also was keen to fess up immediately, instead of fleeing the scene of the crime.

I could feel the wooden floor shift as someone approached moments later. Based on the strong slender hands that touched mine, I’d gotten my hopes up that it was Thomus, but whoever it was didn’t try to communicate with me. They yank me by the wrist and guide me back down the hall by the elbow in the direction I’d come from. My fist was circling against my chest, the sign for sorry.

Since the dinner, Hermione told me that Narcissa was visiting Bellatrix for a few days, but didn’t go into detail about why. Something to do with Draco not going to Switzerland I believe. Hermione has been working on the Scourer trail still, trying to translate some kind of journal. She even told me that she’d convinced Draco to help her.  

I’m curious as to why Draco’s helping her. He’s a Death Eater, too, isn’t he? Maybe because they went to school together, she was able to turn him into some kind of double agent. He’s still a kid, though, and while he might be a leader amongst those of his age, I can hardly imagine him being higher up in the ranks. What do I know of militant ranking? Nothing, so it’s just an assumption.

They’ve been holed up in the library, preoccupied with their research. At first I’d sit in there with them, at a table or on one of the leather couches, just to be around people. I want to ask Hermione if she’d do any digging on my curse, but I don’t want to be any more of a burden than I already am. I’m bummed that I can’t join in on the hunt, too, but I can’t fucking read without my sight, can I?

She’d pulled some books on braille for me, so I sit there with my fingers blindly feeling along the pages. I keep hoping that I’ll pick up on the patterns, but I haven’t had the best of luck and I’ve nodded off on more than one occasion.

Another problem I hadn’t anticipated – not that anyone can anticipate going blind and deaf all in one go – but I’ve never been so goddamn bored in. My. life. I thought I’d been bored before at the cottage, but no no no. Clearly I just lacked imagination.

Eventually I leave the library at some point in what I would assume is the afternoon, and go to Thomus’ room. The first time I make the trek by myself since the vase incident, (and I was indeed lead by someone for a few days) I notice anything I bump into doesn’t move a goddamn inch. Even things that should, like the Malfoy busts that line one of the hallways. I guess someone went around and baby-proofed the place with magic.

In Thomus’ room, I take unnecessarily long baths just to play in the water. Once I’m good and pruney, I transition to bed for my second nap of the day. Or I just lie there and think about all things that I wish I could be doing. Like reading, listening to music, singing, cooking, practicing my photography, or shit, even cleaning. Something, anything besides just lying here with naught to do, but twiddle my thumbs and day dream.  

After several days of the same goddamn boring routine, I decide to spend some time outside. It’s late October, maybe even early November, I’ve no fucking idea, so it’s getting colder. I wear shoes outside, but can still feel the difference between the rocky gravel paths and drying grass with crunchy leaves. It smells like it’s going to rain, so I probably shouldn’t be out here very long.

I find my way to the little clearing near the front fence. At least I think I do. I know I passed through some brush until I found some grass to sit in, and I may or may not have tripped over a log. Hopefully the same one Thomus had perched his foot on all those weeks ago when he returned from Italy.

I thought it’d be better to practice my magic out here than inside, where I could unknowingly blow something up if I wasn’t careful. Through all this alone time with my thoughts for contemplation and meditating, I haven’t even felt a spark of my magic.

I know the new batch Thomus made lasts longer, but this long? I can’t even Occlude. I try to visit the mausoleum where all my memories with Thomus are, but it’s not… there. The memories are normal, vague, and unspecific. All of them are, at least the ones I’d deemed important enough to be categorized and stored.

Breathing deeply, I feel a slight breeze on my face, and maybe a rain droplet or two.

Gotta focus… gotta focus…

First I try out Accio, trying to summon a branch, but to no avail. It’s one of the few spells I can think of that I’d be able to feel worked.

My hand turns up empty, though, no matter how hard I concentrate.

Eventually I give up. I’m so fucking tired of trying. What’s the point if he’s just going to give me another potion, and then I have to try again. When I have my magic, it’s so easy to forget how hard it is to get it back.

I return to the Manor just as the rain hits, the thunder so strong it makes the ground shake. When I make it back to Thomus’ room, I open one of his balcony doors to let the crisp rainy air whoosh in. The curtains billow so hard, they reach where I sit on the side of the bed, droplets of rain following in their wake.

I kick my shoes off and lie down the length of the bed, as close to the storm as I can get. When I settle down, I realize I’m lying on something. I pull out a potion vial and… my hook-shaped rock. I uncap the vial and take a sniff. The pungent winter green scent makes me wrinkle my nose and barely stifle a gag. Dejectedly, I sigh and take the suppression potion. This is starting to get eerily predictable.

Lying back again, I run my fingers along the rock. Had Thomus been here? Or had he sent someone to get it? If he’d been here, why hadn’t he tried to talk to me? If he’d stuck around I’d have asked how the hunt for the curse breaker is going. Is he just avoiding me?

I’ve avoided him in the past, so I guess that’s nothing new for us.

But now, of all times, is not the moment I’d wish for him to disappear. I want him to tell me again that he didn’t sleep with Bellatrix. I want him to tell me why he let me go with Rodolphus, and I want him to tell me if he really thinks he can break this curse.

If the curse breaker’s just a ruse, just something to placate me, then… what does that mean for me? Stuck like this forever? Would I start to lose more senses? Taste, smell… touch?

Maybe that’s just it. I’m only going to get worse and Thomus wants nothing to do with me anymore. I’m only a sex slave after all, aren’t I? What good is a sex slave if they can’t even feel you? What if he wants to get rid of me? Cause I’m… broken.

I grip the rock a little tighter in my fist, holding it closer to my chest. If any of that was true, why would he leave this? He left it where I could find it, a reminder that... maybe everything would be okay. Maybe wherever he is, I’m still on his mind.

I pull the comforter from the opposite side of the bed, cocooning myself. Bringing the rock to my lips, I kiss it before settling in to sleep.

~*~

From then on, everywhere I go, I take this little rock with me. In my pocket, shoved in my bra, or out sliding between my fingers. I even sleep with it tucked beneath my pillow.

I don’t know if this is a side-effect of whatever Rodolphus did, or if it’s just that time of the month, but I’ve gotten so incredibly horny. Maybe it’s because I’ve realized there’s nothing better to do than to have my hand between my legs, but ugh. I feel both guilty and disgusted with myself every time my thoughts stray to the tall… strong… good-smelling man – no, Death Eater, whose bed I lie in all the time. Especially when those thoughts are particularly filthy.

For a few days, I had stopped going to hang out in the library while Draco and Hermione worked, preferring to stay in bed dealing with this particular issue. When I contemplate trying to find something suitable to act as a dildo from within his room, I realize it’s time for a breather and return to my regular routine.

These feelings are so intense. Not being able to see or hear allows me only to focus on what I’m feeling. Never before has masturbating felt so profound, and I can only imagine what actual sex would be like.

I want him, but I’m afraid to ask for it. What if he says no? I don’t feel any different, but what if the curse has altered my appearance? Doomed the few redeeming qualities this body has?

Suffice to say these anxious thoughts strike down any courage to act on these feelings.

~*~

“Melisa, you have to control it!”

The great swirling mass knocks me on my ass again. Breathless, lightheaded, and frustrated as fuck, I glare at Professor Higgins and bite back the profanity on the tip of my tongue. Wind whips his short white hair about his head, my pink strands start to swirl within my vision.

Thunder cracks, the booming sound my only warning before the mass charges toward me like a Graphorn. I throw my hand up, the spell sputtering out of my mouth. “P-piert-to –“

The cloudy mass gets too close and I roll out of its way just in time. It’s behind me, out of sight, and just as I get to my feet, I’m knocked down again.

“Come on, don’t give up just yet!” Higgins calls.

I try to move, to get up, but I’m stuck on my side, hands tucked under my cheek.

“I can’t move! I’m –“

Knuckles brush down my cheek. Hot breath fans over my ear, slightly tickling my hair, and sending goosebumps down the back of my neck. I gasp awake and realize I’m still in bed. Someone’s curled around my back, knees tucked behind mine, an arm draped over me. Their touch is gentle, comforting.

I pull out a hand and reach back, their hand guiding mine to their head and I feel the familiar curls.

Thomus, I murmur, even though I know he can’t hear me.

My hand explores, fingers feeling his face, the curve of his jaw, the outline of his nose. His eyebrows are soft, and his eyelashes softer. My fingers find his mouth and I turn myself enough to press quick desperate kisses to his lips.

He doesn’t let the kiss go on for more than a moment. Instead taking my hand and placing it back down in front of me. His own hand he tucks down where my belly meets my fupa. His grip is snug as he pulls us together, his head nestling just behind mine.

The cuddling feels divine, and based on how he’s still and his breaths even, he must want to sleep more.

My pussy has other plans, though. My pussy is so much braver than I am. She doesn’t care that he might reject me, she’s willing to try.

At first I make it seem like I’m simply readjusting. I position my hips just so, my hand tracing patterns along his arm. Then my pillow needs repositioned and I wiggle my hips in the process, pressing back against his lap. I can’t be sure, but it feels like something is nestled right against my ass. I move my hips to investigate, to… instigate.

My half-awake brain reminds me that I’m still mad at Thomus. I should be demanding answers from him on where he’s been, why he’s stayed away for so long.

I roll my hips in a circle, pressing into his lap with a little more force, and my heart jumps to my throat when I feel him hardening, lengthening against me.

My pussy tells my brain to go the fuck back to sleep.

I lift my foot and curl my calf over his, tucking my foot under his ankle. This slight adjustment puts him almost where I want him, and so I move a little bit more, desperate for contact with –

His hand snaps to my hip, fingers digging into the bone more exposed while I’m lying on my side. His grip stops my movements, my heart pounding in my chest. I try to move, but he keeps me still, his own hips unable to resist flexing against my backside.

Fuck I want more. Besides outright stripping or pushing him down onto his back, I’m not sure how best to communicate. I can’t use my words… but I can still use my mouth.

I grab the hand on my hip and tug, bringing his longest finger, the middle one, to my lips. They open and my tongue greets it with enthusiasm. As I suck it deeper, treating it the exact way I’d treat something else of his, I feel him shift onto his elbow. His breath is quicker, panting across my face.

My eyes have been closed and as I feel his face closer to mine, I open my eyes, hoping by some miracle my senses have returned, and that his face would be the first thing I see.

But it’s not and I feel his chest shudder. I turn towards him again, the hand holding his going to his jaw to caress him.

He takes the hand at my mouth and puts it back down at my hip. He fists my nightgown – a garment I wear to sleep now because I’m terrified an elf is gonna see my tit hanging out one day – gathering the material and pulling it up. He reaches down to grab more from my thigh and frees my legs of the restricting fabric. Breathing heavily, I hook my leg up over his thigh, grinding against him without restraint.  

When his fingers trace a slow line up the inside of my thigh, I feel every goosebump that rises in its wake. My nipples are hard peaks and I use my free hand to pinch them overtop the cotton nightgown. My other hand is busy diving into Thomus’ curls.

My fingers fist his hair at the base of his head when his touch reaches my core. His fingers trace the damp material covering me, torturously dragging it away from where I want it, all the way up to my belly button. He starts going back down even slower and I can hardly catch my breath. My leg hitches around his tighter, thighs spread wide, my hips rolling with anticipation.

Finally, finally his fingers push aside my undies and delve into the slickness between my lips. I feel his chest vibrate against my back, his mouth hot on my shoulder. He sinks two fingers inside my aching cunt, all the way to his knuckles and I just can’t keep still. He pulls them back out and plunges them again, curling right against my g-spot. My clit is swollen and neglected, but I’m so close without it.

My hips rock, pressing his fingers harder against that perfect spot, and my thighs start to tremble. Back arching, my chest pushes out as the orgasm crashes through me. My cunt pulses and twitches around his fingers and I feel myself get even wetter.

Desperate for the feeling to continue, I free my hand from his hair and quickly find my clit. I swirl circles around it with the hood, barely touching it at all, and my brain ceases to function as I cum again, even harder than the first time. My juices spread down my inner thighs as he continues to finger fuck me through this bliss.

Once my peak slows enough for my body to function again, I twist my torso so I can grab his face with both hands to bring his mouth down to mine. Our tongues meet and dance over fevered breaths and frantic touches. My hands start to tear at his clothes, needing to feel his skin on mine.

I struggle with the buttons before his mouth lifts off mine and the opening of his shirt gives way. I help push the material off his shoulders before my hands run all over him. They feel every dip and curve of bunched muscle beneath his skin, every imperfection I’ve never noticed before, every scar.

When they finally search below the belt, I find he’s already beat me there. Pant buttons undone, zipper down. I push the band of his briefs down and his hard cock springs into my hands. One hand at the base, fingers dipping to feel his balls, my other hand twisting around his head, smearing pre-cum all over my palm.

His hands are on my chest, fondling my breasts and rubbing the material against my nipples. I feel his fingers curl into the conservative neckline, the two buttons there I’d left undone. He grips the gown and I feel the material give as he just… tears it down the chest. Then he’s pushing it down my shoulders, freeing my arms. He leans down over my body, his mouth latching onto my breasts, all teeth and tongue and saliva.

The gown is now bunched around my waist where I’m twisted. My ass is out, torso turned toward him where he kneels behind my ass. He presses a palm to the back of my upper thigh, pushing it out of his way, I feel his fingers tug the crotch of my undies and then there he is right at my entrance.

I could not be begging for him more than I am at this very moment when he pushes in. I’m tight because all I’ve had for a while is my fingers, but oh my fucking god. Every single inch feels massive as he sinks to the hilt, balls deep in my soaked cunt. The walls of my pussy flutter, squeezing him repeatedly like it missed him just as much as I did.

His hand on the back of my thigh and other one now at my hip, grip my flesh so tightly it hurts. If I had my voice, I’d be turning my head to muffle my noises into the pillow as he slowly pulls out to slam his cock right back in. My nails dig into his forearm as his thrusts intensify.

My front turns towards the bed where I grip the sheets, hanging on for dear life as Thomus continues to pound into my pussy. The feeling is so fucking good, my brain has completely turned to mush. The only sense I have is to tighten my walls, to flex and squeeze his cock as he fucks me because it only intensifies the pleasure I’m feeling. My body rocks from the strength of his thrusts and there’s a damp spot under my cheek from where I’m drooling onto the mattress.

For once I’m not worried about what I look like to him. I don’t care that my stomach and fupa have got to be bunched up in the most unflattering way possible. All I care about is his big fat cock absolutely wrecking my cunt.

He stops only to lift my leg up, hooking it over his arm to spread my thighs wide and put me on my back. His other hand grabs mine and shoves it toward my pussy. Without needing to be told twice, my fingers start to swirl around my clit as he picks up his pace again. His hand not holding up my leg, presses my other leg down, pinning it beneath his weight. As I feel I’m on the brink of cumming again, the muscles in my legs and stomach tense up and I grab at the hand holding my leg down, our fingers twining.

I mutter soundless curses as I cum, practically singing in my head how much I love his cock. The curses on my lips turn to his name, feeling safe to do so only because he can’t hear me. He can’t hear the love and praise and adoration his name has on my lips.

The moment my body relaxes, he pulls out, his cum splattering all over my chest and stomach. Whatever last drops he has, he pushes back inside my well-used cunt with his tip.

My brain is still mush, slowly unscrambling itself from the overwhelming lust that consumed it moments ago. Absently, my hands start rubbing and massaging his cum into my skin. Everywhere I felt it fall, from my mound to the rolls in my stomach to my breasts, I make sure it seeps in. I even rub some on and around my still-hard nipple, playing with it while my breaths slow. It feels right, satisfying even.

When he pulls out again, he’s softer, but not completely. His fingers find my dripping hole, pushing in and then pulling out. He does it once more before I realize what he’s doing. It’s not a coincidence. I did this on purpose, just like he did the first time. He was marking his territory, and wanted me to mark mine.

My mind was so clouded with other worries at the time, I didn’t even realize, but maybe I understand now. I don’t know what any of this means. Mostly, because I’m not thinking right now. My body is thoroughly fucked and I’m still recovering.

He helps drag the ruined night gown over my hips and down my legs, tossing it to the floor. I right my undies and turn onto my other side, so when he lies next to me, I can curl up into him. His heart and breath are still run away with him, but he’s calming by the minute. I push up until my cheek is pressed against his collar and I can wrap my arm and leg over him, cuddling as close as I can possibly get. Maybe if I hold him tight enough, he won’t disappear again.

His arm goes around my shoulder and he kisses the top of my head. His chest vibrates against the side of my face, but I’ll never know what he just said.

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Modron, Septon

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[I’ve complained about the mechanical sameyness of 1e’s modron hierarchs before, lord knows. But this is where they thematically lose the plot as well. Hextons are generals and tertians are judges, but all of the other hierarchs up to Primus have the primary role of supervising the lower ranks and reporting to the upper ones. I want to avoid the modrons seeming particularly buffoonish, so I wanted to give them some actual roles in society. Making the septon an archivist seemed a logical choice, particularly with the art that Tred gave it. I also moved the psionics (read: psychic magic) from the nonaton to the septon, again to emphasize the scholastic feeling.]

Modron, Septon CR 13 LN Outsider (extraplanar) This humanoid creature is made primarily of metal, with organic looking hands and eyes. It has a large collar from which grow seven long arms, emerging in a radial pattern.

Septons act as the intellectual labor that supports the will of Primus. They are actuaries and accountants, bookkeepers, librarians and archivists. A septon serves to ensure that trade runs smoothly, that taxes and tithes are collected and distributed correctly, and that objects collected by the modrons on the Great Modron March are analyzed and stored properly. Most septons are constantly busy but remain relatively sessile, confined to their museums or treasuries. A septon will defend its site with its life, and does not tolerate uninvited guests.

As such, septons are rather brusque and rude by the standards of modron hierarchs, as they do not wish to be disturbed in their labors. Combat is a distraction most septons would usually rather not engage in, but this does not mean that they are not skilled at it. A septon’s analytical mind gives them powerful insights in battle, and their intellect extends into the realm of psychic magic. Most of a septon’s spells are better suited for study than for battle, but they do have a few powerful offensive abilities. Still, a septon’s favorite strategy is to use mass suggestion at the start of a fight, instructing those that succumb to surrender themselves to the nonatons for imprisonment and judgement.

Septons have a motility collar like the octons do, but theirs is physically smaller and affords them less speed. This consideration is due, like most modron characteristics, to efficiency. Septons spend most of their lives in their archive, rather than having to travel long distances, but being able to fly or swim still allows for security measures and mobility that would vex interlopers. A septon usually carries a weapon and a number of disposable items such as scrolls or wands for defense. They do not hesitate to use these, but also are sure to make a note of such expenditures.

Septon   CR 13 XP 25,600 LN Medium outsider (extraplanar, lawful, modron) Init 28 (fixed); Senses arcane sight, darkvision 60 ft., low-light vision, Perception +19, thoughtsense 60 ft. Aura mental static (30 ft., DC 21) Defense AC 28, touch 18, flat-footed 20 (+7 Dex, +1 dodge, +10 natural) hp 181 (14d10+84 plus 20) Fort +10, Ref +16, Will +15 DR 10/chaotic; Resist acid 10, cold 10, fire 10; SR 24 Defensive Abilities constructed Offense Speed 30 ft., fly 30 ft. (good), swim 30 ft. Melee +1 rapier +22/+17/+12 (1d6+6/18-20) Psychic Magic CL 14th, concentration +20 (+24 casting defensively) 28 PE—anticipate thoughts (2 PE, DC 18), burst of insight (1 PE), comprehend languages (1 PE), detect thoughts (2 PE, DC 18), erase impressions (4 PE), greater synaptic pulse (5 PE, DC 21), mindlink (1 PE), object reading (2 PE), psychic reading (1 PE), retrocognition (4 PE), synapse overload (5 PE, DC 21), telekinesis (4 PE, DC 20) Special Attacks studied combat (+7, 6 rounds, studied strike +6d6) Spell-like Abilities CL 14th, concentration +18 (+22 casting defensively) Constant—arcane sight At will—clairaudience/clairvoyance, dimension door, order’s wrath (DC 18), protection from chaos (DC 15) 3/day—greater dispel magic, greater teleport, wall of force 1/day—greater glyph of warding (DC 20), mass suggestion (DC 20) Statistics Str 20, Dex 24, Con 22, Int 23, Wis 19, Cha 19 Base Atk +14; CMB +19; CMD 37 Feats Combat Casting, Dodge, Improved Initiative, Iron Will, Magical Aptitude, Quick Draw, Weapon Finesse Skills Fly +25, Knowledge (arcana, engineering, planes) +19, Knowledge (history, local, religion) +16, Linguistics +19, Perception +19, Sense Motive +17, Spellcraft +23, Stealth +20, Swim +27, Use Magic Device +18; Racial Modifiers +4 Fly, +2 Perception, +4 Swim Languages Celestial, Infernal, Modron, 10 others, telepathy 100 ft. (16 miles with modrons) SQ cooperative ally, item use, motility collar Ecology Environment any (Regulus) Organization solitary or colloquium (2-7) Treasure standard (+1 rapier, other treasure) Special Abilities Item Use (Ex) A septon may use any spell trigger or spell completion magic item as if the spell it contained were on the septon’s spell list. Motility Collar (Su) A septon’s collar gives it a fly speed of 30 feet and a swim speed of 30 feet as a supernatural ability. It also grants it a +4 racial bonus to Fly and Swim checks. Studied Combat (Ex) A septon gains the studied combat and studied strike abilities of an investigator with a class level equal to its Hit Dice. Investigator levels stack with septon HD for the purposes of this ability.

#modron #septon #tredlocity #planescape #D&D #pathfinder 1e

[windvexer]

Planetary timing anon-

The last one I did I burned a candle with their name carved in it surrounded by thorns and spices and a couple runes for bad luck and it's all burned in a mirror box (without the lid obviously) to amplify the effects. The entire time it burned I meditated over it with what i wanted to happen to them. Then I took it all and buried it in the yard on the full moon so that it would release as it rotted and their luck would wane as the month went by.

Left a couple things out bc they were more personal but also it didn't work anyway so if anyone copies this good luck LMAO

Thank you such for your last response I'll definitely make note of it!

Name alone may be too weak of a taglock. Can you obtain a photo of them? Their home address? Hair would be ideal. You can collect their footprints, too. Just my way of working but your methodology seems too complex. I use mirror boxes for a few things but not to bounce around magic and amplify its effects. That's just me, though. If you're worried about magical energy "escaping" during a casting, try casting a more traditional circle. It's not that a mirror box is necessarily bad, but it is maybe a "hey, my magic didn't work, what do other people do that works all the time?" thing. Once you are done raising energy/meditating, do you use any technique to "seal" power inside of your spell vessel (in this case, the candle)?

Plus also, if you used a highly processed candle like paraffin or soy, that bad boy ain't rotting in the ground. I mean literally paraffin wax takes like decades to actually rot or degrade, right? Even beeswax is going to take at least a couple of months to "rot" if I understand correctly.

It sounds to me like you used a good external energy source (candle), combined it with correspondences (thorns and "spices"), and an okay taglock, but then you nested all of this energy into an object which may or may not decay.

Anyway, despite all the notes I gave above, why not try again, but this time instead of using the candle as a focal point, use an egg.

Eggs are great at carrying spells. Try everything the exact same way why not - mirror box, meditation, and so forth. Just have an egg that absorbs and hosts all the energy.

Then go outside and smash it, with the intent that as it is smashed the energy is released instantly instead of over X period. leave the shell on the ground to get picked at by the animals if you can. Maybe your intent could be, as nature picks apart and consumes the yolk, so does your target get picked apart, etc.

And if that doesn't work maybe try fiddling with your technique a little more beyond that.

#answered #curses #tbl

[pkmnnovareset]

I got into playing FFXIV online and I can't help but assign jobs to the main 6 (it's been years since I thought of these kids so I truly do not remember much of what I wrote about them and I am too lazy to search through the blog)

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Paige Isabella would be a Summoner. I did consider Black Mage for her, as well as Reaper--which would be freaking hilarious--but I settled for Summoner because I think it'd be neat to summon different creatures to aid you in fights.

Ashley would be a Dragoon. I would say that I have a detailed reason as to why, but I don't. I'm just biased. Dragoons are hot.

Damien would be a Dancer. I humoured the idea of him being Paladin (since I believe that's what I gave him for the D&D post), but I think Dancer would be fitting because it sort of reminded me of Pokemon Contests and I think I wrote that he's a Pokemon Coordinator.

Chloe would be a Black Mage or Astrologian. I think Black Mage would fit since she's an elemental witch. But Astrologian would also maybe be fitting because Astrologian uses cards to cast spells. But I don't know if Chloe would prefer to be Magic DPS or Healer. I think knowing her, she'd probably prefer to be Magic DPS so Black Mage it is!

Daniel would be a White Mage or a Scholar. Maybe a Scholar because--if I remember correctly, he wanted to be a Pokemon professor or researcher? So maybe he'd be better suited as a Scholar, plus, he'll have a little friend with him to help and I think that's cute.

Atlas would be a Bard because music-related, it's a no-brainer for him considering he makes metal screamo cover songs lmao.

#pkmn fankids #paigeisabellaberlitz #ashleyoak #damienbelrose #chloebelrose #danielberlitz #atlashope

[beevean]

Small correction: while Hector did manage to redirect the magic of Dracula's curse let's not forget that Dracula was not resurrected correctly, as he used Isaac's dead body as a vessel instead of Hector ("The transformation...was it not complete?"), who was stronger, and so like it usually happens when non-Belmonts fight Dracula he was in a weakened state and as such his magic was weaker than usual during their fight, plus he was already dead when Hector started to work his magic and so couldn't oppose him and even then it took Hector all he had to dispel the curse. It's true that he originally placed the curse at the end of C3 but he was presumably at death's door when he cast it so I doubt he was at full strength there either. Besides it wouldn't make sense for Hector to be as powerful as Dracula when he couldn't even beat Trevor who needed the help of 3 more people to do the job

Good point that Dracula was nearly dead when he cast the curse 😂

You're right, but that part was mostly about what Hector could do. Strong enough or not, the ending says that he has the power to modify the nature of a spell cast by Dracula, who, dying or not, is still the Dark Lord. It always bothered me: it has nothing to do with the power of infusing life, is way OP, and it kinda comes out of nowhere - if we had proof that Isaac did in fact spread the curse, at least it would have been foreshadowing that it's something that Devil Forgemasters can do.

I won't even attempt to do an actual powerscaling with Castlevania characters...

#castlevania #curse of darkness #hector castlevania #so trevor needed the help of 3 other people to defeat dracula #hector faced a weaker version #christopher had to attempt twice #simon really is the first one who simply went and kicked dracula's ass at his fullest potential

[crowdsourcedloner]

been a minute since my last loredump, lets do one on Nailah’s soul crystals and soul crystal headcanons in general (plus a bonus somewhat-relevant echo headcanon that missed my echo post)

general soul crystal headcanons

to start, soul crystals work by giving your body muscle memory without context - you know how to swing a fancy sword correctly, you just don’t know when or why. it’s why practicing with them is so vital, to build up your own natural muscle memory while also learning context and applications.

this does mean that an unpracticed pupil will be nearly powerless without attuning to their soul crystal, while a seasoned expert doesn’t necessarily need theirs to perform advanced techniques (barring extreme examples). the mastery required to perform soul crystal skills without attunement generally means that few people bear more than a small handful of crystals.

as far as how they are made, they’re special empty crystals that get enchanted and etched with memory aether by experts in their crafts. the crystal stores the memories in a way that requires a certain level of natural accomplishment before it unlocks further memories, leading to it’s bearer learning the arts in in a linear fashion.

echo bearers can attune to multiple soul crystals more easily than people without the echo, but this can be overcome with training.

bonus echo headcanons

the echo works by uncontrollably recalling residual memory aether from other people. should too much time pass between visions, buildups of memory aether can occur - this is how Nailah’s echo chains get triggered.

the way the echo interacts with memory aether is what helps echo bearers attune to soul crystals, but it only helps with initial attunement. individual skill and diligence has a far greater effect on mastery.

Nailah specific headcanons

she does have every soul crystal available in game, but she is very much not proficient in all jobs.

her natural ability to mimic spells makes her a fast learner when attuned to a soul crystal - to her, learning from a soul crystal is a similar sensation to mimicking a spell and having an echo at the same time. it takes her a long while to become comfortable with the feeling, which returns when she switches between crystals, leading to her preferring to stick with a job for long stretches of time.

even if she masters a crystal’s knowledge, Nailah usually needs a physical weapon to be a focus for aetheric manipulation, and not all focuses can be used for every purpose. she’s learned how to store weapons “inside” of crystals and can recall them to her hands when she focuses - it works by storing a piece of crystal similar to an aetheryte inside of a weapon and teleporting it into her hand remotely, using a paired crystal she keeps on her person as an anchor point. she usually carries at least one weapon with her as a first resort, and being incapacitated, engaged in combat, or separated from her crystals will prevent her from summoning additional weapons.

she generally picks up the aetherial side of jobs much faster than the physical side. her baseline skill with weapons is barely passable without attunement, and even with attunement she’s much less confident in her physical prowess.

job specific headcanons

black mage - one of her most proficient jobs, Nailah does not require crystal attunement to cast high level black magic spells. the biggest difference between unattuned casting and attuned casting is efficiency - she’s much more wasteful with her aether without using the crystal.

red mage - she can cast any red magic spell with minimal difficulty, but her swordplay is poor without attunement. Alisaie will spar with her on occasion and often wins if she gets close enough, though Nailah will win extended spellcasting duels.

summoner - while she’s not good at arcanima, summoning magicks can be brute forced with crystal attunement and large quantities of aether - both things Nailah doesn’t mind doing. unattuned summoning is very sloppy and familiars typically only survive casting one spell before unraveling.

scholar - even with attunement, scholar is her weakest healing job. her lack of skill in basic arcanima holds her back from full mastery. on the upside, her fairy’s healing magicks do not interfere with her echo’s sensitivity, making her favor scholarly attunement during long healing shifts.

white mage - another job she’s very proficient in, Nailah doesn’t require attunement to cast high level white magic spells. similarly to black mage, she is much more efficient casting with attunement opposed to without, and white magicks greatly tax her echo with or without the crystal’s influence.

astrologian - while the deeper intricacies of astromancy evade her, Nailah was a very quick learner on the casting front. her biggest hangups involve the deck of sixty - with attunement she innately knows what needs to happen, but not knowing why trips her up far more often than not, leading to overthinking and hesitation in key moments.

sage - Nailah’s innate skill in aetheric manipulation makes her a quick study on the sage’s arts, but she’s still quite new to the magicks involved. she needs attunement for more complex spells, but can cast basic healing, shielding, and damage spells without the crystal’s help.

paladin - she is unskilled in swordplay, even with attunement. her paladin holy magic was picked up quickly and is extremely potent while attuned, but she cannot use the abilities without the crystal.

warrior - she’s even worse at axeplay. even attuned, her skill is poor in all aspects, and she avoids the warrior’s arts until she has far more time to practice.

dark knight - Nailah is absurdly defensively powerful while attuned, but she finds the experience incredibly intense and is poor at fighting with a greatsword. she only resorts to a dark knight’s arts in dire life or death situations, and refuses to use the skills without a crystal.

gunbreaker - she has interest in learning more about the gunbreaker’s arts, but she’s only average at best in melee while attuned. her greatest strength is in preparing cartridges - any round she makes is guaranteed to be extremely potent. Thancred will keep a few of her rounds in reserve for emergencies, best seen when he performs Gunmetal Soul.

monk - Nailah has great interest in becoming more skilled in hand-to-hand combat, but for now she’s not particularly skilled while attuned. she tends to fall back on simply coating her body in blasts of aether instead of trying to finesse more technical blows, which she does without attunement as well.

dragoon - while she is half decent at handling a lance without a crystal, Nailah generally doesn’t use a dragoon’s skills without attunement. she really only pulls it out to perform a long distance jump if needed, and forgets she has it more often than not.

ninja - her natural mannerisms make Nailah a good ninja in theory, but once again her melee combat skills are only average at best while attuned. she can perform mudras and easily maintains a stealthy demeanor without the crystal’s assistance, though the completed jutsu are significantly weaker without attunement.

samurai - there is little grace in Nailah’s swordplay, but her skill with manipulating aether along the blade makes any strikes that land devastating. she needs attunement to perform most abilities, and will usually try to brute force rush battles to finish them as quickly as possible.

reaper - Nailah dislikes reaper arts, both for not being the one to manipulate the aether and for the whole process of enshrouding. preferences aside, she is skilled in calling her avatar and actually performing enshrouded abilities, not needing attunement for either, though she does need the crystal’s assistance in adequately wielding a scythe.

bard - Nailah can hit a target and compose a song without a crystal’s help, but her dislike of performing holds her back far more than any lack of skill. she occasionally attunes to the crystal just to help her finish a song if it bothers her enough.

machinist - she’s a crack shot and can make ammunition even without attunement, but the more technical side of machinistry is beyond her. she typically relies on Verre making gadgets for her instead of making or maintaining her own.

dancer - stage fright aside, Nailah is a surprisingly quick study on the dancer’s arts, though not yet skilled enough to perform them without attunement.

#its nailahposting hours #oc: hrothwol #i love overthinking gameplay abstractions lmao #though theres plenty of gameplay abstractions that are just that - abstractions #i did also have the abrupt realization that she'd be an incredible blue mage partway through this >.> #but i do not see her going through with the masked carnivale stuff at all... #she'd probably just learn the blu spells out of curiosity and leave it at that #these headcanons are... super soft lmao #due to change upon future dev lore drops #and up to the whims of future jobs (caster especially)

[dracotheocracy]

👀👀 what's innes researching that's so important that it would be entrusted to their enemy? At this point, is that even how they think of eachother? What's their relationship now vs at the start of the timeline I'd love more blorbo info hehe

i am kissing you on the cheek i love talking about my blorbos

so there's a bit of world history i have to unpack here. so there's a cold war going on and innes's country of origin is (unbeknownst to its rival) studying the magical equivalent of nuclear technology. they're basically using magical quantum mechanics to break the commonly understood laws of magic (i'm operating under dnd 5e's magic system so the way to put this would be they're researching how to upcast spells without also upcasting spell slots, which would theoretically also allow them to cast spells above 9th level. which tbh 9th level is basically nuclear warfare so you know. imagine.). most of that research gets conducted at the big wizard school which has a whole thing going on, it's something of a shadow government, a lot of the administration is connected to if not part of the nation's governing body. at the point in the story i was talking about innes hasn't actually figured the nuclear tech thing out yet or, he just knows there's some weird magical shit going on that the wizard mafia has a very vested interest in making sure people don't know about, and he has an inkling as to what that weird magical shit is because he's seen the results of some of their research, but he hasn't broken into any laboratories about it yet because he doesn't know how to find them. oh he does also know it's very much connected to a couple government officials he can name

so basically it is well within his interest to make sure it stays out of any governing body's hands and avarice is a lot of things but she's not a snitch

as far as his relationship with avarice at this point it's like. frenemy if enemy came first in the portmanteau. on avarice's end it's very much an "i would've liked to have you as a friend if you weren't my enemy" kind of thing a la aang and zuko season 1, except she is not actively trying to befriend him exactly. she thinks his demeanor is funny and frequently tries to engage with him in small talk and witty banter while they're trying to kick the shit out of each other but that's just kind of how she rolls, she's playfully arrogant in general and that comes through in a lot more than just how she interacts with innes. on innes's end he thinks avarice is a dangerous nuisance and it takes him a while to warm up to the bantering, but once they know each other decently well he does reciprocate because some of those quips you just can't take lying down you know? plus he doesn't really take the bounty hunting thing personally, it's just the grind, he gets that, and despite their differences it's easier to talk to her because honestly innes is a terrible communicator and avarice actually interprets basically everything he says correctly somehow. at the start of the timeline they were both very cold to each other but you know. being chased halfway across a continent and back changes things.

your honor they Might be narrative foils. i think avarice is very honest with herself but not necessarily with others and innes is the direct opposite of that (except for the 60 lies of omission he makes per day out of necessity) and it makes their dynamic fun and interesting

#avarice #innes #oc posting #prydoniantrash

[bookgeekgrrl]

My media this week (12-18 Jun 2022)

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

😊 👂‍ The Under Dog and Other Stories (Hercule Poirot #4) (Agatha Christie, author; Hugh Fraser, David Suchet, narrator)

🥰 Lock, Stock and Peril (Lindenshaw Mysteries #6) (Charlie Cochrane, author) - still enjoying this Midsomer-Murders-but-queer series a lot

🥰 👂‍ Three Act Tragedy (Hercule Poirot #12) (Agatha Christie, author; Hugh Fraser, narrator) - this one is fun because it's Mr. Satterthwaite-meets-HP

😊 The Alpha and His King (Kincaid Pack #1) (Kiki Clark, author) - sometimes you just want an old-school wolfpack/alpha mate story with a heaping spoonful of angsty backstory

😊 👂‍ Murder in Mesopotamia (Hercule Poirot #15) (Agatha Christie, author; Anna Massey, narrator) - good mystery puzzle, HP is a delight but you def gotta be braced for the period-typical colonialism/racism/misogyny.

🥰 Murder at the Country Club (Miss Underhay #9) (Helena Dixon, author) - continuing to enjoy this competently written & satisfying cozy series, plus the author spells discreetly correctly so that's just a bonus these days

💖💖 +46K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

why are we always stuck and running (from the bullets, the bullets) (inevitablemeow) - MCU: Stucky, 12K - just let the geriatric supersoldiers rest!

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

2022 Tony Awards - the highlights were definitely Ariana DeBose as host (absolutely delightful) and Joaquina Kalukango's incredible performance

Stand Out: An LGBTQ+ Celebration - overall entertaining but Marsha Warfield was def my #1 fave

Legends of Tomorrow - s6, e5-7

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

Still Processing - When Your Neighbor’s the Highway

Desert Island Discs - Bradley Walsh, presenter and actor

You're Dead To Me - Frederick the Great of Prussia

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - The Places You Return To

Switched on Pop - Kate Bush, Stranger Things, and a hit song four decades in the making

99% Invisible #495 - Meet Us by the Fountain

Lingthusiasm - #69: What we can, must, and should say about modals

Ologies with Alie Ward - Dipterology (FLIES) with Bryan Lessard

Richmond Til We Die: A Ted Lasso Podcast - LGBT+ Inclusion in Sports Media (with Jon Holmes)

Sidedoor - The Sex Lives of Giant Pandas

Still Processing - We Belong Together

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Garbage Goat

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - The Cincinnati Subway

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - The Divorce Colony

Hit Parade - Friends in Low Places

Shedunnit - Looking East

Song Exploder - Maren Morris "Humble Quest"

Strong Songs - "Silent All These Years" by Tori Amos

You're Dead To Me - Hatshepsut

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

Gentle Latin Electronic

Ray Of Light [Madonna]

Company (2018 London Cast Recording)

Into The Woods: Original Cast

Shaun Cassidy

Six: The Musical (Studio Cast Recording)

Rebel Girls: '90s Visionaries

Recollection [k.d. lang]

Rob Zombie

Lizzo

Presenting Kate Bush

Presenting Gwen Stefani

Presenting Ariana Grande

Presenting Lady Gaga

#sunday reading recap #bookgeekgrrl's reading habits #bookgeekgrrl's soundtracks #i do love cozy mysteries but it's so hard to find ones that aren't annoying af #lindenshaw mysteries series #miss underhay mysteries series #hit parade podcast #strong songs podcast #song exploder #you're dead to me podcast #richmond til we die podcast #still processing podcast #atlas obscura podcast #sidedoor podcast #desert island discs #switched on pop podcast #99% invisible podcast #shedunnit podcast #ologies podcast #lingthusiasm #shaun cassidy #rob zombie #madonna #kate bush #k.d. lang #lady gaga #gwen stefani #lizzo #nothing but respect for my president #ariana grande