#magical exertion

[whump-it-like-its-hot]

A mage Whumpee who’s still learning to control their magic powers and not overexert themselves, but one day they get cocky while trying to prove themselves for some really stupid reason and pass out as a consequence, much to the concern of caretaker who knows like nothing about magic and it’s side effects

Caretaker rushing to Whumpee’s side, praying that they’re not dead, and feeling so relieved when they feel Whumpee’s pulse still going - Weak, but still going.

They gently prop them up on their lap when they notice Whumpee slowly regaining consciousness, almost crying in relief when Whumpee’s eyes flutter open.

“Whumpee? Whumpee, hey, can you hear me? What the hell was that?”

And Whumpee, still dazed and not fully there, focuses on Caretaker for a moment, before pulling the corner of their mouth up into a half grin.

“Guess you could say that was a...dizzy spell,” before closing their eyes again from exhaustion.

How Caretaker reacts is up to you.

#whump #whump prompt #whumpee #caretaker #magic whump #magical exertion #magic whumpee #unconsciousness #passing out #whimpers who don't take themselves seriously to a concerning amount my beloved #this idea stems from my oc Loki who is like this #and comes up with a dumb pun in every situation #the more unfitting the better #I meant to say whumpees not whimpers wtf #ANYWAY #working in whumptober rn B) #stay tuned #and have this #kinda #Whump meme #in the meanwhile #as my first original post in forever LMAO

[iamnmbr3]

consider how confusing tom riddle's powers must have been to him. his childhood magic wasn't just random things he could dismiss; he gained a high degree of control over his powers and developed them substantially. and yet he lived completely cut off from the magical world. maybe the first time a snake spoke to him he too wondered if maybe he was going mad. and even after he determined that wasn't so he had no idea why he could do the things he could do or who or what he was.

#and then finally someone comes along to explain it...and then almost immediately also treats him with suspicion and disgust and #reads his mind and threatens to burn his things and shows a degree of power that at the time he can't hope to match #his powers are the one weapon he's always had to exert control over his life and his surroundings #and now it seems in the world of people like him he is weak and vulnerable. not really the ideal intro to the magical world #for him given his background and context. *side eyes dumbledore* #Harry Potter meta #meta #Harry Potter #Tom Riddle #Tom Riddle meta #my meta #Voldemort #random musings

[askfallenroyalty]

ok so the "misunderstanding" plot line is currently dropped (I'm rewriting my outline rn) and in doing so, I removed a big aspect of the chapter in favor of just... avoiding that plot.

one result of this is the "pocket fire!" joke is now removed ),: as well as this form:

The draft I had earlier this week had Asriel going full Spy Mode (this chapter is intended to be a thriller) and flipping between identities and forms like crazy.

to be clear, there still WILL be an element of the shape-shifting coming into play in the story but it's not treated like the spy-thriller trope. It ends up being something completely different in the plot. Which, when typing it out, feels like the shape-shifting is over used, and its for the best to keep it simple.

Asriel would go so far as to steal Undyne's identity.

I REALLY LIKED THIS. I really pushed Asriel's shape-shifting to its limits and it was going to utterly shatter Undyne's trust in the royal family and believe that ANYONE could be a shapeshifter.

But uh, realizing now, maybe that's NOT what I want! It'd be interesting, sure! But it'd be really tough to convince Undyne to trust again. And like, the whole Asgore-giving-the-throne-to-a-literal-teenager is already pushing a lot of Undyne's feelings.

So yeah the plot line would be a bit convoluted and would have an end result that adds a layer of conflict that I don't really want anyway. So as much as it pains me, that whoooole plotline is dropped.

Sad cause we were going to have a cool Toriel and Undyne fight! But... again, the stakes are artificially built. While the family IS doing shady af things, they're not being looked into. They're being looked into something they're not even a part of and are blamed for. Which sucks ass.

I STILL want a confrontation between Undyne and the Dreemurr family, but it makes sense to come from a natural result of the family's true bullshit behavior rather than this forced into a problem caused by the fallen kid's behavior.

#i do like the element of Asriel shape shifting so much that they end up reverting partly back into Flowey. But they don't notice its not #because of them shape shifting into Flowey but rather their face exerted so much magic that it poofed out. You can see them regrowing #a magic body shell for their head in the last panel there. Because every time they do face shifting before there's not really any effect to #the change. But this one does! its subtle but i felt really clever for doing it #i MIGHT be able to replicate this in the chapter still but i really doubt it. they only shift into one or two forms now. and holding the #forum isn't actually any difficult its just a matter of changing it a lot that wears you down #ooc #redraw

[thefinalwitness]

Red Magic — Gift of Louisoix [1/4]

L'aiha's White aether is rebalanced by the spirit of Louisoix in the Aitiascope, using the broken staff head of Tupsimati as an anchor to keep the potent, rampant magic in check. The encounter provides L'aiha with a new technique of which to practice her Red magic: a style not unlike that of a White mage, but utilizing just enough Black aether to keep the balance Red magic depends upon, focused into a staff comprised entirely of the substance.

((in other words i wanna do gposes of all of l'aiha's "red magic styles" and blurbs about how she came to possess them :3c i just uhhhh have to level her other jobs enough to go to the dungeons i wanna use lmfao))

#l'aiha #wol #about #gpose #this was one of the hardest ones for her to master. and it's still her weakest style probably #purely because exerting too much white aether is Really Bad For Her Health and if she doesn't balance it out she'll uhhhhh DIE #so she's. very reserved about it and it hinders her ability to use its full potential #but like. she doesn't need her white magic to turn her into a vegetable ok

[jelly-o630]

Every few weeks or so the fact that I loved My little pony: friendship is magic as a kid bubbles back to the surface of my mind and reminds me that the series ended with pinkie pie (my favorite pony) having been the only one of the main six to have canonically fucked and I am unable to think of anything else for the rest of the day

Today is one of those days

#my little pony #my litte pony friendship is magic #pinkie pie #mlp #mlp fim #by the time the series ended I had longed since stopped watching #but I still saw the last few minutes of the finale because of course I did #it was a huge part of my childhood I needed to know how it ended #10/10 was not exerting pinkie pie to have a whole ass child #with Weird Al no less #still a great ending tho

[someoldfires]

an unexpected challenge when writing about vampires is that it is really difficult to describe people’s internal and external reactions to stimuli when those people do not have a heartbeat or need to breathe

#this is about wwdits fic of course #i know a lot of people write them as breathing out of habit but they still wouldn’t be like. panting from exertion or anything #vampire physiology in general is just ??? #like in wwdits we know vamps have blood in their veins #cause turning involves the sired drinking the sire’s blood #but is that just the blood of their victims that ends up in their veins or where does the blood come from #also is it just stagnant or how is it flowing #because them being pale is because of a lack of blood flow right #but then wouldn’t the blood they have in their veins clot if its not flowing #or is it like some magical substance thats not the same as human blood #see this is why i can’t write anything short i get way too caught up in world building and lore #also its so funny how everything i try to write from this fandom becomes quite dark and serious #and then im expecting the fart jokes show to like. provide me with good vampire lore #fine ill make it up myself

[fourspiceblend]

Ngl I'm all for cool light magic and archery but I wanna see more loz ladies kick ass in melee combat. I bet Sonia packs an insane punch and she simply chooses not to while Zelda is around.

#dlc where we see her exert her authority with her fists when #have you seen her biceps???? #i need to see her queenly rage #she CAN fight she was just focused on teaching zeldy how to control her magic and didn't get a chance to show off #come on Nintendo. give me the romance backstory dlc where rauru falls for her because she's able to kick his ass #thinking thoughts #nonsense

[krawdad]

I feel like I should be enthused by the things I understand how to do but part of knowing how to do stuff is being aware of the realities of how hard that thing is to do. And I am so obtrusively exhausted all the time it's hard to give a shit.

#i can basically do magic #wait i keep forgetting that i studied magic for years i can literally do magic #but am i going to actually be able to exert the effort it requires to make it happen #how can it be worth it if it depletes me or hurts so much or whatever #i sure dont fucking want to find out the hard way that i just can't do shit i care about without harming myself #i miss myself #etc

[pochapal]

the philosophy of magic as a representation of impossible odds in a risk/reward gamble. thinking back to the ideas of magic as money, of the pervasive dominance of the capitalist system everyone must play their part in, of the obfuscation of the mundane with the unreal, of the shifting/distancing yourself from blame and responsibility. one way of expressing this is to say magic is just a catch-all term for people's bullshit, another way is that magic is this kind of uncanny force that exists in the gray areas of decisions/phenomena without a clear-cut logical throughline to them.

#umineko liveblog #ep1 reread #and the ultimate truth of miracles and metaphors is that all of it can be attained by whoever is best at exerting their will on reality #in the same way that kinzo rigs the demon's roulette to pretty much force his favoured outcome to be the most likely #magic is just then the term for the barrier between people with power and people without power #where the powerless are forced to ascribe feats that are unattainable to them as magic #and the powerful perpetuate the illusion to secure their own dominion #all that is to say it's interesting that kinzo seems to genuinely believe in the magic despite his position of power

[byoldervine]

Persephone’s Power - A brief exert from my first draft of Unholy War

The thought causes my eyes to wander up to the rooftops, reminiscing on the time after I discovered my power. I got bold, I wanted to run across the rooftops like some kind of superhero. I think I was about ten when I worked up the courage to start trying. Had a good few failed attempts, but it worked eventually. I’m able to run about up there without many worries now, or at least I was the last time I attempted it.

And then of course after some time I started to grow accustomed enough to it to take matters into my own hands. I knew what happened. I knew I’d come back from it. As crazy as it sounds, it never seemed so much of a big deal to me after that. It was just… visiting Nexus the old fashioned way, so to speak.

And as I finally approach my grandparents’ street, I pass the very spot where it happened for the first time. The road isn’t so busy here today, only the occasional car or two passing by. They’re not stopping. There’s no screech of the breaks while the driver panics and swerves just a little too late. There’s no distant scream from my nan as she finally realises I’ve wandered into the road. There’s no moment of frozen terror where I’m just barely registering what’s about to happen, but I can’t do anything to move out of harm’s way.

I was nine years old when that car crash marked my first death.

#byoldervine series #Unholy War #first draft #exert #writing #bookblr #my writing #writers #fantasy #my ocs #book #book series #female writers #magic #original #demons #story #immortal #sneak peek #Persephone Foster

[ariesisms]

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#tell me why on a normal day when i sleep 6-8 hours i wake up feeling exhausted and spend the day fighting off a nap #yet when i dont get to bed until 2 am after. um. physically exerting myself. and then dont even sleep well #i wake up feeling refreshed and alert and alive #p**** magic

[dustwifeold]

i do not like how the concept of the mord si.ths were executed, but i do really like cara and the development of her dynamic with kahl.an ...

#creating an order of soldiers/warriors to rival the confessors IS very much in line with the rahls #who exert control by shaping the world in such a way that there is simply no other choice for those around them #they occupy *so much* of the daily lives of their people. from the magical bonds that protect them to the empire-wide social programs #so it makes complete sense that they'd try and create something to fit that need of the midlands as part of their encroach #it's just ... kind of an ick the way goodk.ind's kink gets inserted and how that carries into the show #which raim.i kind smoothes over with a much campier tone than the books but 💀 #OOC.

[sillylotrpolls]

(Context, credit, and source below poll.)

Today's poll is based on this thread with notable principles @penny-anna, @elodieunderglass, @elanorpam, and @earhartsease. All of the options above are paraphrased from their original answers.

The full original question:

Can I please ask for your top five theories on why the Ringwraiths become so much more powerful over the course of the LotR trilogy? By the end of the books a single Ringwraith holds an army of 6000 men in paralysing dread from a height of a mile, they're dismaying hosts of men, etc. And in the beginning, they're easily defeated by "jumping behind a tree," "pretending to be in a different room," "getting on a little boat," "man with a stick on fire," etc.

#lotr #lord of the rings #poll #polls #it came from tumblr #ringwraiths #nazgul

[randomshyperson]

Heart Drawing - Wanda Maximoff Oneshots

Summary: Dinner with Mr. Heart takes a different turn. Or, what anyone who wasn't a synthezoid would have done at the sight of Wanda in that dress.

Warnings: (+18), purely smut, bottom!Wanda (bratty), rough smut, creampie, strap-on, fingering and oral (w rec),  Westview setting, established relationship, kinda semi-public (?), almost getting caught but Wanda keeps doing magic tricks | Words: 1.169k

A/N-> I can't believe I finally wrote this, it's a fixing of the scene from WandaVision because I always thought it was unbelievable. If Wanda prepared a romantic dinner for me, especially wearing that, there would be no dinner at all. A good Wandavision anniversary for all of us btw <3

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Although it was one of the skills she developed first, mental control could be very difficult. Especially if Wanda was experiencing some other strong emotion, such as stress, anger, or sadness. 

Or physical exertion, like a fight with an alien or lifting machines or the like. 

Or just being so close to cumming in the middle of the kitchen.

And you, well, you weren't making it any easier for her. Your hips never faltered in their brutal rhythm against her and every time the fake cock attached to your waist slid between her tight walls, Wanda had the impression that even the magic around the house was failing. 

Her eyes were still red, though - Wanda is still surprised that she has any control when you slide your fingers down to tug at her neglected clit and she's forced to muffle her whimper with a bite on your shoulder.

She's sure she won't be able to keep the two guests static in the kitchen if you keep this up. But the soft protest is little more than a choke; "S-slow down, detka" she gasps directly into your ear.

You adjust the angle, and your hips slow down, but god, you thrust hard enough for the kitchen counter to crack. The dress she called a surprise barely hanging on her body is pushed down even further with the rough motions and Wanda won't be surprised if the the magic fails her once and for all with the reach of her orgasm.

She wasn't complaining, after all, this was the whole point of the night. A misunderstanding about a heart drawn on the calendar had led her to believe that tonight would be an anniversary (of which, she and Agnes came to no conclusion, and Wanda preferred to pretend it was supposed to be a wedding one). She got chocolate fruit and a dress that made you ignore your boss in the other room and force her against the counter as soon as you caught the first glimpse of her cleavage.

Wanda tried to be the voice of reason, even if her voice was hoarse and not very determined. She asked you; "What about them?" but all you did was give her a dirty little smile as you unbuttoned your pants.

"Play your tricks, my lovely little witch." That's what you whispered before sliding into her in probably the only gentle thrust of the night, and well, we're back to the beginning.

Wanda being fucked roughly on the counter in the kitchen while trying to keep the two guests in the living room.

She doesn't know, or think she doesn't know, at least not consciously about how that toy ended up inside your pants. She doesn't think about it, nor about when your hips start to buck and how when you come first, she can feel something hot squirting inside her. She can only mew in arousal, feeling your weight fall on her as you return your movements, faster than before making it impossible for her to hold back any longer. Your mouth finds hers again, and you swallow every dirty moan she lets out as she finally reaches her climax a moment later.

The kitchen, perhaps the whole city, shakes with the force of this orgasm. Wanda doesn't notice, but you're kind of mesmerized by the whole thing. She doesn't even realize she has lost control, still panting and soft under your body but you hear footsteps approaching.

It's your powers that keep the kitchen door tightly shut, and Wanda blinks exhaustedly at the knocks.

"I'll tell them dinner's canceled." You murmur, kissing her cheek before pulling out, the act drawing a gasp from the other. Wanda forces her body to react when you make mention of moving away, her legs hooking behind your knees while she gestures in the air with her fingers glowing red.

"They'll find their way on their own." That's what she says before pressing her mouth to yours again. You smiled into the kiss, saving a mental note to comment that you'd probably lose your job for this. But those were problems for later; right now, you were focused on your darling wife moaning on your tongue.

Your kisses descended to her collarbone, marking the skin gently as Wanda struggled to breathe. Your body soon followed the lead, and you ended up on your knees on the kitchen floor with your face between her legs, taking a moment just to admire the image of Wanda's pussy leaking your mixed cum. 

Your breathing against her was driving her crazy, she moved her hips forward, one of her hands grabbing a handful of your hair and trying to pull you in, but you fought back. Wanda meowed in protest.

"Please." It didn't sound much like begging, and you raised your eyes to her. Wanda blushed heavily at the image but tried to bait you by moving her free fingers to her own pussy, spreading the wetness before sinking a finger in. She whimpered before teasing; "Come on baby, I know you want a taste."

You bite your tongue, but you can't contain the shuddering of your body and Wanda smiles at you, a finger teasing its way in. You try not to fall for it but she mewls as she pushes her finger further inside and you curse quietly before you take action. Your hand pushes hers away, and you sink your face into her pussy before Wanda can complain; she chokes on a moan, her back arching on the counter as you eat her out in hungry determination. Your hands grip her thighs wide open and Wanda struggles to control the sounds, trying to find some ground as she clutches your hair, but all it serves for is to keep your head in place as she grinds harshly against your face.

She is almost robbed of her orgasm the next moment when there is a knock at the back door. It's she who is startled, failing in her movements towards your face, but you groan in frustration at the interruption and instead of stopping the whole thing, the vibration takes Wanda over the edge, and she has to cover her mouth with her hand to avoid the sound that escapes her as the climax washes over her.

She's still trembling on the counter when you stand up, a mess of cum running down your chin that you wipe off with the back of your hand, which Wanda watches with exhausted eyes as you lick it clean a moment later.

"I'll send her away." You mutter, evidently against your will to get off her. When Wanda mentions protesting, you offer her a wink, your hands busy hiding the toy back in your pants. " We'll carry on upstairs."

She tries to stand up on shaky legs while you answer the back door to the nosy neighbor. By now, Wanda's mind is so dizzy from a good fuck that she doesn't even care if Agnes was able to hear anything.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff imagines

[thebigbiwolf]

Spittle - Part 1/2

Summary: The chocolate seems innocent enough - if you look past the Infernal writing on the wrapper, and with so few pleasures in the wilderness, you all but jump at the chance to sneak yourself a small treat.

Unbeknownst to you, the bar is infused with succubus spittle. Just one square is rumored to contain enough potency to send a mortal into the throes of ecstasy.

This is what happens when you eat half the bar.

Fic Tags: Sex Pollen (kinda), aphrodisiacs, succubus magic, a bit of dom!Astarion, unprotected piv, overstimulation, he talks you through it (iykyk), more tags will be added later.

Fic Warnings: Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI), Dubcon (if you squint), Language, No use of Y/N, magical influence

Read on AO3: Here

A/N: Remember the dead spider? I remember the dead spider. Anyways, the reception I've been getting on Starvin', Darlin' has me wanting to thank everyone with a one-shot. This got away from me so I went ahead and split it into two parts.

I've never written anything like this and it was significantly more difficult than a multi-chapter fic. I hope everything comes across the way its supposed to! And a huge thank you to my beta @imaginarydromedary for...you know... encouraging me to post this, despite everything.

From what you could tell, there wasn’t much to the apothecary. 

As you push open the dilapidated doors, your first thought is to search for supplies - anything that could help if things went south on your way to the goblin camp. 

Dried herbs hang from the rafters beneath a thin veil of cobwebs, filling your lungs with a pungent clash of scents. Empty bottles lined the shelves along the wall, caked in several months worth of dust. Large chunks of the building were missing where stone met splintered wood, some areas almost entirely overtaken by greenery.

You step over broken shards of pottery, scanning over the floor and countertops for something - anything that may be of use, but to your disappointment, it seems like the shop was entirely ransacked long before your arrival.

You sigh deeply, knowing you’ll likely never hear the end of this from your companions. It was your idea to search the village. You were the one who suggested taking out the goblin scouts, exerting everyones’ energy, and now you’re afraid you’ll have very little to show for it.

You catch a glint of gold, an object reflecting the sun's rays beneath a pile of rubble. You kneel down to brush away the surrounding debris, thankful for even the smallest promise of coin before your hands catch on… some sort of serrated edge?

You pull at it, and it easily comes loose. It's a thin, rectangular block, just barely larger than the length of your hand. You wipe away some of the dirt with your sleeve, revealing an intricately designed foil wrapping underneath.

As you speculate what this might be, you hear footsteps approaching from behind, light and familiar. You turn to face the elf with a smirk.

“You’re supposed to be the stealthy one.” You chide at him, playfully, “Or has my blood put a little skip in your step?”

Astarion scoffs. “I’ve been here the entire time, watching you fumble around in the dirt.” 

Crimson eyes study you, then the object you’re holding. He places his hands on his hips, head cocked to the side with a raised brow. “Is that what you’ve dragged us all the way here for?”

“First of all,” you waggle a finger at him, “You’re especially grumpy when you’re tired. I’ll have to make a note to prioritize your beauty rest. Second, I haven’t finished looking around, but check this out.”

You hand the bar to him as you stand. The cool skin of his fingers brush against your own, and you’re irritated with the way your heart skips at the brief contact. Why did the one man you found attractive in your camp have to be such a primadonna? And such a huge pain in the ass? 

Astarion’s eyes scan over the textured paper with suspicion, angling it towards the light to get a better look. The golden wrapping is stamped with an image of red lips On the back, letters twist and curve in a language you don't recognize, following a single circular pattern where they meet in the center. You’ve never seen anything like this, neither in your travels, nor within the city walls of Baldur’s Gate.

“Where did you find this?” 

You shrug, then point to the pile next to you. “It was buried right there.” 

He silently stares at the foil, mouth pursed, until your patience begins to wear thin.

“Well, can you read it or not?”

His nose scrunches. “Of course I can’t read it. It’s written in Infernal.”

That’s… odd. Why would an ordinary apothecary sell goods made by devils? Or, worse, for devils. Unless, of course, it was some sort of marketing trick, perhaps a play on the phrase ‘sinfully sweet’, or some other cringeworthy branding.

You take it back, turning it over in your hands before tearing at the corner of the wrapping. It's sectioned into dark, rich squares, and smells indisputably like chocolate.

“It looks like candy.”

“An excellent observation.” he says, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Now, can we go? We’ve spent more than enough time here already.”

You roll your eyes and stuff it into your bag, setting off for camp, vampire in tow.

–

During dinner, you decide not to tell the others about what you found, knowing Astarion’s likely already forgotten the event. You set down your empty plate, thanking Gale for tonight’s meal. He smiles at you and bids you goodnight as you excuse yourself to your tent. 

You pick up your rucksack, thinking fondly of the dessert that awaits you inside. Having lived at the beck and call of your companions for weeks on end, you can’t help but smile at the idea of selfishly indulging in a small treat like this.

You tear open the rest of the wrapping and snap off one of the squares, immediately popping one into your mouth. It melts - buttery in texture, with a smokey, slightly bitter flavor. You can’t remember the last time you’ve eaten something so rich. Maybe weeks of the same rations have made you easier to impress, but this felt especially notable.

As you break off a second piece, a strange tingling sensation begins to spread across your lips - a pleasant buzzing that starts at your neck and spreads down through your chest. 

Strange, but not entirely unwelcome. You’ve heard of such inebriating chocolates, ones laced with alcohol or species of flowers that numb one’s senses for a short while. All harmless, of course, and you don’t have watch tonight. You may as well enjoy yourself. If worst comes to worst, Shadowheart is just outside with an assortment of spells and potions. Always better to ask for forgiveness.

It only takes you minutes to finish half the bar. You set the rest next to your bedroll for later and turn to blow out your candles, enjoying the lingering physical effects of the chocolate. Your skin feels flushed and delightfully warm as you settle down for the night.

When sleep finally takes you, it's dreamless, at first. Your consciousness sways, floating in an empty abyss, until colors begin to bleed onto the blank canvas of your mind.

A trickle of red morphs into the shape of familiar eyes, piercing you with their intensity..

Droplets of white spatter over a dark background, diffusing, blending into whisps. They curl and twist before settling into soft, coiffed fibers. 

Hair , you recognize immediately, his hair . His eyes.

Astarion. 

His image fully takes form, as if it had been waiting for you to make the connection before entirely revealing itself. 

He reaches out and seizes you, grabbing painfully at your hips as you crash into his body, hands exploring you - tight, possessive, squeezing at every inch of exposed skin before settling on the curve of your ass. He digs into your flesh with the blunt edge of his nails.

His lips press hot, wet kisses to your throat, mouthing just below the ear, before dragging his tongue along your nape and sucking, hard . You whine at the pressure, eliciting a grin from the elf, so characteristically pleased with the pathetic little noise he’s managed to pull from you.

“You thought sleeping would allow you to escape this - to escape me , unscathed?” He growls against your skin, his voice almost unrecognizable - as if it’s layered beneath a lighter, somehow more arrogant, feminine one.

“No, no, no. Wake up, darling. You’re in for a very long night.”

–

You startle awake, gasping - loud, labored breaths struggling to make use of the unbearably thin air. The edges of your tent bleed in and out of focus, spinning at a nauseating pace as you attempt to recollect yourself.

You wipe at the sweat collecting on your brow, the muscles of your arm heavy and aching, and find that your skin is absolutely drenched. 

Hot. Why is everything so hot? 

It's as if you're being cooked alive beneath your blankets, strangled beneath the furs. You throw them off; normally soft to the touch, the fibers now only worsen the prickling beneath your skin.

Could this be some sort of illness? A fever? 

No, this doesn’t make sense. Everything feels off. 

Fleeting thoughts of Astarion cross your mind - quick flashes of a sinful smile that was not his own.

It didn’t quite match the one you’d silently come to admire, and now that you think of it, the hunger in his gaze was much too intense for the reserved elf. 

His hands, his mouth, the way he touched you -

Your abdomen cramps, bringing your thoughts to a screeching halt.

A stabbing, visceral pain; a knife plunging into your organs. It overwhelms you, forces your body to curl into itself. You hold your pelvis, grunting, and grasp at your sheets. Tears sting the corner of your eyes.

This is - well, you have no idea what this is. 

You can’t think past the pounding in your head, the throbbing in your midsection. You're compulsively twisting, writhing, begging the gods for some sort of reprieve, but it's then when you make the most mortifying discovery of the night.

You’re soaked .

N ot just your smallclothes, which may have been understandable given your strange dreams, but through your damned pants. Not even the sheets were spared. 

“What  in the hells…?” 

You run your fingers over yourself, only intending to confirm the horrifying reality of your situation - that this is not, in fact, some sick, perverted nightmare, but the lightest touch sets off every nerve. 

You wail at the sensation: one massive wave of bliss giving way to several small jolts of pain. 

Pleasure to the point of agony.

The shock of the sudden orgasm courses from your sex through every limb, clenching and releasing pitiful, warm slick. It leaks freely out of you into your already thoroughly ruined underwear. 

Your heart pounds. You stay like that for what feels like a lifetime, toes curled, limbs twitching, waiting for your body to settle. 

After a minute or so, your breathing evens, and the thick haze surrounding your thoughts begins to lift just slightly, along with the suffocating heat. 

But something within you knows this isn’t the end - knows this isn’t enough . A desperation lurks beneath the surface that you can’t quite name. It screams at you. You need more.

‘Aw…’ A familiar, feminine voice prods at your mind. You quickly recognize her, the woman from your dreams who wore Astarion’s image.  

‘All alone, are we? Empty and needing to be filled? Doesn’t that hurt?’

It does. It aches unlike anything you’ve ever known. The lingering buzz of your orgasm just barely quells the worsening cramps, and they’re beginning to rear their ugly head again not minutes later.

You choke out a sob. “Wh- why are you doing this? What do you want?”

Sharp, wicked laughter fills your head, echoing off the walls of your skull. ‘I’m not doing anything, dear. Just enjoying the show.’ She hisses, ‘I told you, it’s going to be a very long night.’

You must be hallucinating. This fever - whatever this is, is simply cauterizing your senses, or possibly interacting with the tadpole? But the tadpole doesn’t speak, not like this. Never so clearly. Not with words.

Think, please. There has to be a reason this -

“Is everything alright?” Shadowheart raps on the canvas of your tent. “I heard a yelp. Are you hurt?”

Shit.

‘Ooh, this one might do!’  You feel an unwelcome… eagerness flood you.

No. No. Absolutely not.

You try not to panic. 

Under no circumstances should she or anyone else come in here.

The best strategy may be to ignore her - pretend you’re still sleeping. It seems like a good plan, but before you have a chance to follow through with it, another sharp contraction hits. This one is somehow even worse than the ones before. 

You pull your sheets up to your mouth to stifle your whine, but the half elf’s ears are sharper than most. “I’m coming in.”

She opens the flap to your tent and gasps when she sees you there - skin flushed pink, doubled over and covered in sweat. 

“Gods, what’s wrong? What’s happened?” Her hand reaches out towards you. 

Without thinking, you swat it away with your own. Your skin tingles at the contact, and the essence of a smile crosses over the threshold into your mind. The intruder giggles with satisfaction.

“Don’t,” you plead, “Don’t touch me.”

She scans over you, taking in your humiliating state. Her face twists with concern. “I need to know if you’re feverish. Please. You look awful.” 

‘Well, I think you look delectable.’

You groan.

At this point, you know it’s no use fighting this thing on your own. You go back and forth on whether you want to tell her the whole truth, about the voice in your head and its influence on your body, but the idea mortifies you into silence. 

Regardless, a cleric is likely your best chance of fixing this literal mess, so you nod, close your eyes, and brace yourself.

Shadowheart’s palm meets your forehead. It’s somehow worse than you anticipated. Even the simple, chaste touch sends you reeling, as if her soft hands are caressing your entire body. Flashes of heat wash over you, burning your skin, threatening to pull you back under another wave of ecstasy. 

It’s too much. You try your hardest to suppress a moan, but the muffled sound manages to escape from between your tightened lips, pitiful and broken.

The disembodied voice squeals with delight.

She quickly retracts her hand, clearing her throat. “Apologies. I can confirm your temperature is… elevated, but the rest…” She shakes her head. “I’ve never seen anything like this.”

You want to scream, cry - anything to release your frustration, but you keep your mouth shut, not wanting to risk making any more unsavory noises.

“I believe I can give you some relief by treating the fever, but I’ll have to consult the others on the rest. This doesn’t look like any ordinary sickness.”

Consult the others? No. Gods, no. Nobody can know about this. Is she mad?

You intend to protest, beg her not to share this with anyone, tell her whatever death awaits you on the other side of this would be preferable, but she’s speaking an incantation before you have the chance.

A bright, green aura envelopes you, cooling your skin and ever so slightly easing the cramps. With the pain dulled, it's as though you can finally think again. 

You want to laugh. This situation is so utterly ridiculous that you’d find it hilarious, were it anyone else, but with the modicum of relief comes exhaustion - eyelids heavy, vision blurring with weariness.

“Get some rest. We’ll figure this out.” 

Her reassuring words are the last thing you hear before you’re overcome by darkness.

#bg3 #bg3 astarion #astarion #astarion fanfic #astarion x reader #astarion x you #baldur's gate 3 #astarion acunin #posting this was like pulling teeth im gonna disappear for a while #my fics #spittle

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The Defenders (1972) #39

#ok I haven’t been posting about Valkyrie’s time in prison because I haven’t been liking it but this is actually interesting #she’s been having a pretty rough go of it #and because Valkyrie has primarily interacted with the Defenders for her entire existence and she was the only girl #this is really her first time ever having extended interactions with other women #Valkyrie’s concept is that she’s this warrior woman forced to exist with a patriarchal society #and she also is magically unable to fight women which her creator the Enchantress did to her to prevent her creation from turning on her #which has come up a couple of times but really hasn’t been that important outside of when Valkyrie interacts with the Enchantress #until this story where it’s a serious burden for her #so now for Valkyrie being in solitary confinement is ‘the first semblance of security since her jailing’ #she’s grateful to be in solitary #‘they’re locked out. they: the women against whom she is magically constrained from exerting her strength’ #I think generally warrior woman superhero characters (a la Wonder Woman) are expected to beleive in solidarity among women #so it’s interesting to me that at this point for Valkyrie other women are a threat #marvel #barbara denton #my posts #comic panels