#potency box

[kari-go]

Miracle boxes

Miracle boxes started forming since the creation of the miraculous. There have been several attempts at making boxes correspond to astrology and other themes but these ideas didn’t last for long. Duos used to be inside the boxes as a sort of leaders but were separated into their own boxes and put under watch by the Order of Guardians. There was always only one duo box per temple.

Matter box

Cycle box

Energy box

Elemental box

Emotion box

Identity box

Movement box

Potency box

Sense box

Timekeeper box

#masterpost #miraculous ladybug #miraculous disaster au #kwamis #elemental box #emotion box #identity box #movement box #potency box #sense box #timekeeper box #matter box #energy box #cycle box

[vcreatures]

While the mermaid is still best kept at a safe distance the rise of the ornamental, exhibition or lap mermaid brought the fearsome beasts of the sea into the family parlor. A craze largely seen amongst the social elite and aristocracy, ornamental mermaids were a status symbol of wealth. 

These household mermaids come in an assortment of forms and sizes, many of which having been genetically modified through years of selective breeding. Glorified decoration these pet mermaids were both visual delights and living music boxes. Especially those who are wild caught and reared as fry. These wild caught species, Males in particular, were most sought after for their singing voices. However the potency of the mermaid song is still a dangerous one. It is not unheard of to find entire gala parties dancing lost in a crazed fever haze.

#concept art #fantasy art #creature design #concept design #creature concept #monster #fantasy #speculative biology #mermay #mermaid #siren #sea creatures #sea dragon #macabre

[breelandwalker]

Witchcraft Exercise - Spring Cleaning

There’s a marked tradition of cleaning and airing out the house in the springtime when the weather warms. As you’re dusting and tidying and getting rid of winter stagnation, take some time to do the same with your craft.

Clean and organize your workspace. If you have an altar space or a shelf where you keep bottles and jars and the like, remove everything from the surface and give it a good dusting. Take the opportunity to rearrange things or swap out pieces if it suits you. If you have ritual tools that don’t often get cleaned, check them for signs or rust or wear and give them a bit of love. Repair things that need fixing, if you can. If you have an iron cauldron that you use for fire magic, get a wire brush or some steel wool and gently remove any burnt residue left inside.

Sort through your supplies. If you have lots of candles and crystals and small items laying about, consider getting some small totes or craft organizers to keep things tidy. Divided storage boxes for beads or scrapbooking supplies are great for small items, and shoebox-sized caddies are perfect for taper, chime, and votive candles. Organizing things will make your space easier to navigate and also gives you a proper idea of what you have on hand. Which might help you resist impulse purchases the next time you’re out shopping for witchcraft supplies. While you’re tidying, be sure to discard any rubbish, candle stubs, wax blobs, herb scraps, bits of string, incense bases, and so forth that might be cluttering up the place. 

Discard things that are too old or worn to be useful. Dried plants and seasonings can usually be kept for 1-3 years if they remain in sealed containers. If they have no scent anymore or smell musty or mildewy, discard them and sanitize the container. If you’re using supermarket spices, you can use the expiration date on the container as a guide. Powdered material will likely last longer than whole herbs or cut-and-sifted material. One helpful tip is to put a purchase date on packets or bags of herbs when you buy them, or to put a little date sticker on your jars of herbs when you refill them. (Anyone who’s worked in food service will probably be familiar with the concept of container dating or day-dotting.)

If you make oils or tinctures or suchlike in your practice, check on these as well. Make sure nothing has gone off or lost its’ potency. Day-dotting your potion containers will help with this as well. A simple sticker with the name of the brew and the date it was bottled will help you keep track of your supplies and know when something needs to be tossed and replaced. (You can also print labels with the ingredients and purpose of the brew if you’re feeling super organized.)

Reorganize your books and resources. Review what's there and see if there are any materials that need to be weeded out, donated, or discarded. Remember that as you grow and progress, some things will become obsolete or may show themselves to be unhelpful or inaccurate. It's okay to remove things from your resource library that no longer serve you if you want to make some space on the shelves.

You can also cleanse your workspace and/or components while you’re tidying if you wish. It doesn’t have to be a full clean-slate-everything-must-go cleansing, but it can be helpful to just clear out stagnation or bring in some freshness and vitality.

Happy Witching! 🧼

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#witchcraft #witchblr #spring cleaning #cleansing #witch tips #Advice for Beginner Witches

[xxdemonicheartxx]

Super potency elements:

Nature dragons with life accelerant in their blood, plants grow, bloom fruit and die if they simply spill it. Flora clings to their scales

Plague dragons who command bacterium, flesh and bone dissolve to its hunger. Their saliva acrid allowing them to shred through meals

Ice dragons who’s touch causes frostbite, they know how much of the body one can live without, their presence chills the room

Fire dragons who belch molten rock and choking black smoke, their bodies aglow with the eternal inferno within, they’re almost too hot to touch

Arcane dragons who can summon the cosmos, meteor showers and eclipses can be pulled into effect if they so choose. Their mouths look like jaws opening to a sea of stars, magica pools in their very DNA

Shadow dragons who can pull the light from the world around them, swaths of blackness so dark blindness would be a blessing. Their maws and eyes suck in light and appear to be black holes mounted to their faces

Earth dragons who’s bodies brim with crystals, they can be shot off their bodies with extreme force, a breath weapon is pebbles in comparison. Gems are never short in supply when they grow on you in hours or a few days

Lightning dragons who’s throats thunder and cause supercells to roll in, lightning whips from their teeth idly as they speak, being near to one is like almost touching an old box TV, the skin crawls

Light dragons who’s eyes and maw are illuminated always, their breath glows and falls like stardust when they speak. Youd think they were celestials

Water dragons who can climb waterfalls and stir whirlpools into existence, their wake is disaster on glittering scales, ships capsize on their whims

Wind dragons who’s wingbeats thunder, their bodies create their own updrafts, flight is effortless. They could pull the wind from your wings or the breath from your lungs

#feel free to use these or add your own takes! #not species specific #fr #dragon #flight rising #flightrising #fr headcanon

[askmerriauthor]

I said the game demands microtransactions, not that it requires them. That's not just me being pedantic about wording, but rather a big indication of how the developers designed the game to work. Pokemon Sleep doesn't want you to play for free and is designed to make playing-without-paying a worse experience.

Like many free-to-play games out there, they operate on the idea of monetizing convenience and "fear of missing out" (FOMO). Such games will either create a problem in order to sell you a solution, or rely on a rotating/limited availability of enviable items to encourage impulse buying to avoid losing the chance to have the item. Pokemon Sleep does both of these.

Despite Pokemon Sleep being presented as a passive "something in the background while you sleep" kind of novelty, that's not the actual gameplay at all. The game actually wants you to be extremely active and paying a lot of attention to it non-stop, along with encouraging you to get others involved as well. Up to 500 potential invitations with a 50 individual approval list of contacts, specifically, and the system "helpfully" lets you link to your Google, Apple, or Facebook accounts in order to facilitate that and further scoop up lots of personal data for advertising.

The basic gameplay cycle of Pokemon Sleep is that you have a 7-day period in which you can power up your Snorlax as much as possible, with a higher power score equaling a greater variety of visiting Pokemon for you to catch. Visiting Pokemon will appear in a variety of sleeping types, of which there are at least 415 to collect (with individual Pokemon having multiple sleeping types). These Pokemon can also be "befriended" by giving them a sufficient number of items, which means they'll then join your team and help you boost Snorlax's power score over time. You can further boost Snorlax's score by feeding it, which the game encourages you to do three times per day within a given time window. Your Helper Pokemon will supply you with ingredients to make meals for Snorlax at different intervals, and the meals you make have different potencies based on the ingredients used.

So, to summarize, you have a limited period in which to get a number as big as it can be, with various randomized factors able to improve the rate of progression, before it all resets and you're back to square one.

Yes, you absolutely can play this game without spending any money. But the game itself is designed in a way that urges you to spend money at every turn. Every element of gameplay is improved if you spend money, and will actively degrade in effectiveness and quality if you don't. Remember how you can befriend Pokemon to help you out with getting Snorlax's score up? That's faster and easier if you spend money. Those same Helpers who gather ingredients for you? They lose Energy (an arbitrary limit put in place by the game system) the longer they're around, and become worse at gathering ingredients the less Energy they have. But, good for you! You can just buy more Energy for them! Rather, you have to make two purchases - the Energy-restoring item only gives back 50% of their Energy, so you need to buy two in order to max them out again. And you can just buy a box of random ingredients too! How convenient! And if you really want to get the most out of sleeping, you can buy the monthly auto-renewing (until you manually cancel it through Google or Apple, not the game app itself) Premium Membership! Which literally makes your sleep more valuable than the same - or even higher quality - sleep of people who aren't Premium members! But you better buy fast, because all of these items for sale are on a rotating schedule and will swap out of the shop at different 15 or 30-day intervals. You wouldn't want to miss your chance, would you?

A core facet of microtransaction pricing is that it's intentionally and carefully designed to never be enough. You'll always be in a position where you need to buy just a little more than the minimum, and it always comes out at odd numbers that never fit exactly where they need to in order to maximize your purchase, and are priced in unorthodox values specifically to trick the buyer's brain into thinking it's a better deal than it is. With that in mind, it pays to look at the minimum and maximum amounts the game wants to try and charge you since that gives a good idea of their intended range of interaction with your wallet, and how far a given amount of paid microtransactions will take you. Because, remember, such games are built around the idea of NEVER giving you enough. They ALWAYS want you to be in a state of wanting a little more and being tempted to dish over some more cash for it.

In Pokemon Sleep's case? The minimum buy-in for "Diamonds" - their premium microtransaction currency - is 60 Diamonds for $1.19. Their maximum? 7000 Diamonds for $97.99. So what this says outright is that the game is designed in such a way that it expects 7000 Diamonds to NOT BE ENOUGH to maintain a player's best experience. Because, again, such games will NEVER give you a value sufficient enough to deter the need for further purchases. This is a game that wants players to spend $100 multiple times over throughout the lifespan of their interest in the game. Will the majority of players do this? No. There's absolutely going to be a number of whales who will, especially among influencers and content creators on social media who make their own career off these sort of things. But what Pokemon Sleep is relying on is that there will be a far greater abundance of players who think "Oh, it's just a dollar..." or 'Oh, this item is going away... it's not even $5, so why not?" on a very regular basis.

And I haven't even touched on the overt security/privacy issues and the personal info scraping the app has potential for as well. So, yeah, I'm just going to go ahead and sleep on Pokemon Sleep.

#pokemon sleep #pokemon #game development #game design #microtransactions

[bonzos-number-1-fan]

What R# Means: The ABC's of Fear.

The grading system used by the OIAR is one of TMAGP's more central mysteries. The show is rife with administrative work that's obfuscated even to the employees that assign each case's rating.

I have my own theory about DPHW that I think is proving more and more likely each episode, but as of yet I don't think a comprehensive theory on CAT# or R# has been given. CAT# is still proving a hard to crack but I now think I can take a strong stab at the meaning behind R#.

Spoilers for TMAGP 1-7 below the cut.

For the people who aren't keeping close track of this I'll break down how those terms are used. Each incident the OIAR assesses is assigned a case number in the following format CAT#R#DPHW. CAT, short for Category, is assigned a value of 1, 2, 3, or any combination of those three digits (12, 13, etc.). R, short for Rank, are graded C, BC, B, AB, A, or S (potentially AS but it's not come up). For DPHW each letter is a category itself and replaced with a digit from 0-9 for its grading. So there are 6 separate statistics that the OIAR uses to assess each incident.

If I'm correct about DPHW it's a ranking based on the qualities the incident presents. That's obviously very valuable information. Because of how CAT# is formatted we know it's likely three non-mutually exclusive facets. I had some idea about what it could be but it's proving quite tricky to nail down.

However it's R# that is the topic of today's post and it's something I've had a few ideas on before. We know can assume from its formatting it's a linear scale. C is the "worst/weakest/etc." while S is the "best/strongest/etc.". Initially, I thought that R# was simply a straight forward ranking of potency or threat. Higher the rank, spookier the incident. Very early on that seemed like a strong idea. It was quickly disproven but I then had the idea that Rank was instead the scale of the effect. Higher the rank, wider the incident. Also quickly disproven.

Now I'm thinking it's graded on how hard it is to deny an incident's supernatural nature. Simply put, an outside observer can more readily find a believable rational explanation for an incident of lower rank than of higher rank. Either via their own conviction to believe the supernatural isn't real, or based on the story the OIAR cooks up to explain it.

For that to make sense it needs to tick two boxes. It needs to be able to be pre-assigned to an incident as all CAT#R#DPHW's seem to be, and it needs to be useful information to track. As they're operating under the assumption that CAT#R#DPHW's can be pre-assigned then they're operating under the assumption that each type of incident is relatively stable. Meaning that the likelihood that it can be rationally explained is also relatively stable. Tick 1. There is also a really strong reason for the OIAR to use this as a grade. They're the Office of Incident Assessment and Response, the Response Department might be dead but it was a part of the initial plan. Grading each incident on how likely they are to cause concern should the details go public is very useful for deciding how to approach any given case. Tick 2.

It being useful is all well and good but it does also need to have some evidence so let's look at our highest ranked incident to this point: CAT23RAB2155 - Transformation (Eye) -/- Trespass. A man grew eyes over his body. That's pretty tricky to explain away as a medical mystery. On the other end of the scale we've got CAT2RC1157 - Dolls (Watching), or CAT2RC3338 -Agglomeration (Miscellany) -/- Congregation†. Just a creepy doll and some crappy antiques. I think of all the incidents the one that's the least immediate fit is CAT3C7494 - Collection (Blood) -/- Musical. Most of that incident is very easy to slot in here. "It's just a violin that has sharp strings, so what?". But it's also a violin that made some people eat some other people. However, mass hysteria events do get reported every so often IRL and do have a very long history. So in the grand scheme of things I don't think the details of the event are necessarily all that outlandish. It's really in the realms of urban legend and witch hunts than it is definitive proof of the supernatural.

With all that out the way this is the broad strokes of how I could see this breaking down. C ranks are things you can entirely write off as urban legends, freak accidents, and stress. Potentially things that might not need any covering up at all. I think the majority of events people could entirely say didn't happen will end up in C. "Of course the doll wasn't watching you, dolls aren't alive". B ranks are things that are harder to entirely discount as things that happened but are themselves still relatively easy to excuse as mundane. "Sure, the circumstances of that blogger's disappearance are strange but people go missing all the time, doesn't mean a monster did it". We don't have any A ranks but given the AB rank we do have I'd say A's are things in which no rational explanation can account for it, and as such require more extensive covering up, if it indeed happened. "Okay, maybe the supernatural is real because people don't just grow eyes like that".

As I mentioned early, an S rank does exist. We've not seen this attributed to anything in the show yet and so it might prove to be a special case. However on Klaus' sheet‡ from the ARG it's attributed to an interesting incident. A CAT1RS[No DPHW] with the note Mr. B. And, well, if you know, you know.

From Klaus' sheet we also know that the higher ranked incidents happen less often than lower ones and that idea generally tracks with what we know of TMP and TMA. The supernatural tends to be something you can explain away. It often is explained away. Incredibly overt manifestations are a rarity.

This one will be a slow burn to see if it bears out. Much like with DPHW's it's only really interesting when things go against the theory. I'm not as certain on this one as I am the DPHW theory but I do think it's got legs with our current data.

† This did also feature people who seemed to erase their physical features from your memory after you interacted with them. This isn't something I mention in the theory because it's not taken into account by the header and case number. A major flaw in the OIAR's methodology here is that all incidents are only ever one thing. So the case number is based solely on the presence of lots of miscellaneous objects, rather than the mind-wiping people carrying them.

‡I have made an incident master doc here, containing all the current cases, their CAT#'s, R#'s, DPHW's, etc. It has about as much information on each as I think is reasonable, including who narrates it, a link to its episode, and any other relevant notes, as well as headers for incidents we didn't hear. Additionally it also contains the Klaus sheet (German and English) and links to it when an incident matches. It will be updated each episode after the episode is publicly available.

#the magnus protocol #tmagp speculation #tmagp theory #klaus = kl4-u5

[musclesaber]

Drunk On Cum

[Story Gallery]

Commission for an anonymous twitter user. After finding a magic spell to make his balls grow bigger, Afonso wants to test out his new equipment on his boyfriend Gus. Only to find there might be a few side effects that they didn’t expect.

“Ah dee mah ress ven too mah tren, ah dee mah ress ven too mah tren,” Afonso chanted as the dust rained down onto his bare skin. “Ah dee mah ress ven too mah tren, jesh tin che die, jesh tin che die.” The purple dust began to glow on his skin as he continued to read from the small piece of paper in his hand. After stopping by a mysterious pop up store on his way home, Afonso purchased a fertility enhancer from its back room. The shopkeeper had sold him on saying that it would increase his potency 1000%. Afonso hadn’t actually believed the strange man until he could feel his balls tingling as he chanted.

“What the fuck? This is actually working?” asked Afonso to himself. He could feel the tightness in his balls growing as he resumed chanting. After reading the entire piece of paper, the glowing dust faded into his dark skin and he felt his balls stop filling up. Afonso looked down past his little belly to see his limp dick lying on two big pairs of balls. He reached down and held one of his balls in his sack feeling its new heft. They were the size of baseballs and felt twice as heavy with cum. “I can’t believe this actually worked.” Afonso grabbed the box off his bathroom counter and read the instructions:

Read the spell to self before reading it out loud. It is written phonetically so read it as written. 

Read the spell aloud.

Sprinkle the purple dust material onto bare skin as you do so. It is recommended to be unclothed for this step, but not required.

Enjoy the growth ;^)

“Afonso! Babe! I’m home!” came a voice from the other room. 

“Coming Gus!” shouted back Afonso as he began pulling up his pants and pulling down a t-shirt. Afonso made his way out of the bathroom to the living room to see his partner Gus just getting home from the gym. “Hey there, stud,” said Afonso as he wrapped his arms around Gus’s waist and kissed him. “How was leg day?” 

“Pretty good. Got a nice pump goin,” said Gus as he flexed his glutes. The extremely lean guy felt his boyfriend’s hand on his butt at the mention of it. 

“That’s great bud. I got a surprise for you,” said Afonso as he twisted his body with excitement.

“A surprise? You didn’t need to get me anything. It’s not even my birthday,” said Gus as he giggled at his boyfriend’s excitement. “What kind of surprise?”

“A fun surprise. Why don’t you sit down and I’ll just show you.” said Afonso as he pushed Gus onto the couch. Once Gus was on the ground, he could see Afonso’s bulge clearly sticking out a lot further than usual. Afonso started taking off his pants again and he pulled the waistband over his dick to reveal a massive set of balls behind it. 

“Woah babe. How did…your balls…what the…babe how’d your balls get so big?” asked Gus as his eyes bulged out of his head at the sight of Afonso’s big sack.

“Long story short, I did this spell I found at a shop that I saw on my way home. I didn’t think it would work either if I couldn’t feel how big they were,” said Afonso as he twisted his hips to make his balls swing. The big globes hit his thighs with a heavy loud slap and Afonso could feel the cum sloshing around inside.

“Are you sure that’s safe? They might be swollen from an infection.” Gus looked at the big set of balls and narrowed his eyes. “You got this from some random shop?” asked Gus apprehensively.

“Babe, I swear it’s safe. Here watch.” Afonso wiggled his legs out of his pants and walked over to the bathroom attached to the living room and their bedroom. “It is just some ancient herbal remedy to improve fertility in one’s self.” Afonso walked back out of the bathroom with the box of dust and the small piece of paper. He started sprinkling the dust on his body and chanting the spell.

“Afonso? What are you doing?” Afonso kept chanting and the dust started glowing. “What the?” Gus watched a purple hew emanate from Afonso as his balls started to swell again. “How is this possible?”

“Why question it?” asked Afonso as he finished the spell. “I know that you’ve been wanting a particular fantasy to come true and I don’t know if this will be enough to satisfy that, but it’s a step in that direction.” Afonso sat down on the couch and kissed Gus passionately. Running his hands through his jet black hair. His other hand groping his big muscles. His biceps were the size of baseballs and his pecs were like small books strapped to his chest. Feeling Gus’ aggressive abs as they made out.

“Well my ass already took a beating in the gym, what’s one more?” Gus laughed and resumed his kiss with his big boyfriend. Gus grabbed his shirt and began taking it off in between making out with Afonso. Shucking his gym shorts off his toned body easily along with his underwear. Afonso also took his shirt off and pressed his bare skin up against Gus’s. “How do you think we should do this?” 

“Lean up against the counter,” said Afonso as he stood up fast feeling his now grapefruit sized nut swing. Gus quickly got up and followed Afonso over to the kitchen counter where Gus presented his toned ass to him. Looking over Gus’ muscular back, Afonso admired every ridge and curve his boyfriend had. Tracing his fingers through the expansive back.

“Buns of steel babe.” Afonso caressed the muscular cheeks as he pressed his dick into Gus’s crack. Gus’s body differed greatly from Afonso’s. Nearly void of all fat on his body, Gus prided himself on his lean athletic build. Afonso on the other hand had some pudge to him including a belly that now pressed into Gus’s vascular back. “Ready babe?”

“Sure big guy. Give it to me,” said Gus as he felt the head of Afonso’s cock enter his ass. With a sharp inhale, Gus felt an intense pressure in his hole already even though Afonso just started. Afonso moaned loudly as he felt his dick get strangled by his lover’s ass. “Did your dick grow bigger too to accommodate those tankers? I already feel full as fuck,” asked Gus as he felt Afonso’s balls slam into his cheeks as he felt the base of the cock against his ass. 

“Maybe, but who knows. I’m just enjoying how good this feels.” Afonso continued to moan as he began to bring his cock out of Gus’ ass just to slam it back in. Getting into a rhythm as his balls hit Gus’s ass with a slap as loud as thunder. “What do you mean you already feel full? We haven’t even gotten to the fun part yet.” Afonso smiled to himself as he could feel his balls getting heavier. They were already full before he started fucking Gus, but now he was getting turned on and his balls were being put into overdrive. The grapefruit sized orbs began to inflate again. Steadily filling up more and more going from grapefruit to soccer balls in a short time. Afonso could feel their heavy weight swinging back and forth as he thrusted. “I hope you don’t mind being the big one in the relationship after I start cumming cause I think I might get you bigger than our couch.” Afonso leaned forward and kissed Gus’s neck as he moaned in pleasure. His thrusts had to slow down from the sheer weight his balls were putting on his lower body. 

Gus practically screamed out in ecstasy as his boyfriend fucked him passionately. It felt like Afonso was getting to places he never even knew could be touched. Gus looked down and gasped at his distended gut. “Holy shit, babe, I’m filling up.” Gus’ mouth hung open as he watched with every plunge of Afonso's dick, the orb that was his belly steadily grew larger. He put his hands on it and could feel the pre sloshing around inside. “Afonso hold on, this is a lot of pre already and you haven’t even started cumming,” stated Gus out of breath feeling all of his abs start to disappear behind his growing cum gut.

“I know, right? Isn’t it awesome.” Afonso grinned and brought his hand down to his lover’s belly. He rubbed it tenderly and felt the tiny pulses of pre from his cock.

“Babe, I’m not sure about this. I already feel…feel *urp* pretty tight.” Gus watched in awe as his stomach continued to distend away from him. At this point, Gus' belly was beginning to look like he swallowed a basketball whole. It had gotten so big that it began to push against the counter in front of Gus. “Woah, I’m getting so *umf* big.” Gus felt surprisingly fine despite going from 6-pack abs to a gut beginning to rival the size of a watermelon.

“I know, and I can’t wait for you to get even bigger.” Afonso tried to speed up his thrusts as much as he could, but the weight of his balls were getting strenuous on him. He looked down in astonishment to see his balls had grown to the size of beach balls. His heavy sack swinging below his knees and almost dragging on the floor. “We may need to change positions here in a sec.”

“Agreed, my belly is getting so full *HIC* that I’m stuck between the counter and your body,” said Gus with glee as he patted his big cum gut that was now spreading along the counter in front of him. And he continued to expand. The giant orb of cum pushing downward along the cabinets in their kitchen and up onto the counter in front of Gus. “I feel so warm *hic*.” Gus started to giggle as Afonso’s pre began to tamper with his mind.

“Come on big guy. Let’s get to the couch.” Afonso grabbed the sides of Gus’ belly and started to hoist the big man up and walk him over so that his belly could rest on the couch. The once short walk to the couch now felt like an eternity as Gus waddled with his massive belly sticking out a foot or two in front of him. It didn’t help that Afonso’s nuts had grown so large that now they were dragging on the floor behind him.

Once the pair made it to the couch, Gus couldn’t plop his belly down faster. “God, that thing is heavy. I must have a few gallons of your pre in me at this point.” said Gus as he rubbed his massive stomach and it continued to expand in front of him.

“Don’t worry, the main show is about to begin.” Now that Afonso’s balls had grown so big he could rest them on the ground, he could put more strength into fucking Gus instead. With reignited passion, Afonso resumed pounding Gus’ bubblebutt. Gus let out a loud moan as his he felt his belly swell out visibly as Afonso kept fucking him.

“Fuck babe, I’m getting so *hic* massive. It’s like I’m a giant water bed.” Gus laughed out loud as he ran his hands all over his belly that sprawled out many feet in front of him now. It covered multiple couch cushions as it creeped forward in size. 

Afonso got confused for a brief second when he heard his practical boyfriend laugh about how big he was getting. “You okay Gus? I’m surprised you’re so relaxed while this happens.”

“Babe, look at me. My belly is the size of a chair and it feels soooooooo warm. Like I just put myself in the microwave and grew like a  big ole marshmallow,” said Gus with a smile on his face.

“Are you drunk or something babe?” asked Afonso as he kept pounding away at Gus’ ass.

“Drunk on your cum maybe.” Gus giggled and let out a couple of hiccups before moaning again as his belly hit the other end of the couch. “Woah, I think I might be bigger than a car now.” Gus felt his belly being forced to grow outwards now that it had hit the wall on the other side of their couch and was now filling up the living room.

“God you look so hot this big. I can’t get enough of how big you’re getting. My perfect big cum balloon.”

“That’s not the only thing I’m good for.” Gus leaned against his growing orb of a gut and began to flex his glutes. Afonso moaned in pleasure as his lover’s ass massaged his cock in rhythm with his thrusts.

“Fuck, you’re not making it easy to hold this back babe.” Afonso patted his beanbag sized nuts behind him. Each one contained gallons of cum ready to shoot into Gus.

“Don’t hold back babe. Let it all out. I’m your big cum balloon. Just like you *HIC* said. Blow me up and make me your cum blimp,” said Gus as he squeezed his hole and milked Afonso’s cock.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!” Afonso let out a roar and started having the best orgasm of his life. His giant balls bucked as they began pouring gallons and gallons of cum out of Afonso’s dick a second. He was in a trance as he jackhammered his body against Gus’ in a frenzied state.

Gus’s eyes opened wide as the cum poured out of Afonso’s cock and into him. His belly began to inflate with size at an alarmingly fast rate. A loud crash rang out in the room as the couch gave out under the weight of the growing belly. Gus watched in astonishment as his belly gained a foot of size in every direction per second. Soon the sides of his belly were touching the three walls in front of and beside him and the top was already covering up more of the ceiling. “Woah, I’m gettin so *hic* full!” Gus rubbed his rotund belly as it began to feel tight.

“I can’t stop Gus! It’s not going to stop anytime soon!” Afonso yelled out as his balls began to deflate from the massive load they were pouring into Gus. He leaned forward and felt his boyfriend’s cum gut and was amazed at how stretchy Gus’ skin was. It was firm, but he could definitely tell that there was plenty of give left in the growing cum balloon. 

“How big am I *UUURRPPP* gonna get babe?” Gus was beginning to feel cramped. He can’t even see in front of him anymore. His view is only of his growing belly. Cum inflating him so much that he felt the walls beginning to push back against his growing orb. The light from the window beside them began to darken as the belly eclipsed it. “I don’t know how much bigger I can *unf* get.”

“Where’d that enthusiasm go, big guy? I thought you wanted me to let loose.” Afonso grabbed the sides of Gus’ belly and forced his cock deep into Gus’ cheeks. Cum spurted out the side of Afonso’s hips as he started to cum like a fire hose. Afonso had gone from shooting shots into Gus to having a continuous hose of cum shooting out of his cock. He watched his vision start to get obscured around them as the cum blimp began to surround them. 

“Babe, I don’t *URP* I don’t thi-*URP* I don’t think the house *UUURRRPPPP* can take it!” Gus was feeling drunker on Afonso’s cum by the second as his belly filled the entire living room and into the doorways towards the bedroom and dining room. Gus’ eyes shot open as a visible crack could be seen across the ceiling. Bringing his senses back to reality, he could feel his belly in front of him taking up more and more space as the walls and windows began to bow against his massive weight.

“You said you wanted to be a cum blimp babe! Get ready for it!” Afonso moaned out loud as Gus’ belly surged in size. The sides grew out beside them and into the kitchen behind them. Afonso’s cum was getting Gus’ belly to an unfathomable size. They both looked up as sprinkles of dust fell from the ceiling onto them. “Shit, maybe I did overdo it a little,” griped Afonso as large cracks began forming in the walls. 

A loud thud echoed throughout the neighborhood as a giant fleshy ball the size of a bouncy castle emerged from the house. Gus’ belly had outgrown the front wall of their house and continued to grow into the front yard. Flattening the flower bed in front of the window and taking out more and more of the wall as it grew outwards.

“Fuck *HIC* there goes the *URP* house.” moaned Gus as he felt his belly tear down a portion of their house. “Babe *URP* I feel so *UUUUUURRRRRRRPPPPPP* full.” Gus burped and hiccuped some more as he felt his thought to be infinitely stretchy belly start to tighten. Gus felt his massive weight pushing against every side of him. Then he could feel the walls beside him also start to break under his giant belly. The ceiling above had crumbled into pieces as he expanded into the second floor of the house. And his loving boyfriend Afonso was still pressed hard into his back.

Afonso’s mind had begun to drift into ecstasy. The high he was riding from his orgasm was immaculate. “I think it’s almost over, big guy. Don’t worry.” Afonso lovingly patted Gus’ belly. It felt as tight as a drum now compared to last time. “And not a moment too soon.” Afonso kissed Gus’ cheek as he felt his stream of cum turn into shots and eventually putters. “That was incredible babe. How do you feel?”

“Bloated. Very, very bloated. *HIC*” Gus threw his head back as he started to get used to the tightness and his goofy smile returned. Gus was massive beyond his comprehension. His belly had grown so much, extended out into their front yard and up almost into the attic. It was the only thing really keeping the house together as it knocked out almost half of the walls. 

“You look incredible, Gus. My giant cum blimp.” Afonso leaned forward and kissed his big boyfriend many times on the neck. “So sexy. So big. I can’t believe this actually worked.”

“Oh yeah *HIC* it worked alright. I feel silly,” said Gus with a slur to his words.

“Yeah, you definitely are drunk babe. I didn’t even know cum could get you drunk.”

“That’s probably cause *HIC* no one has ever been this full of cum *HIC* ever.” Gus chuckled to himself as he felt the sun warming up his big belly outside.

“I’ll say. Let me go see the damage outside.” Afonso pushed against Gus’ now ample ass and popped out of him with not a drop escaping Gus’ hole. Afonso took stock of their now Gus filled house. Their living room and kitchen were entirely filled with the big belly. Walking outside, Afonso saw just how gargantuan Gus had gotten. His belly had spilled out into their front lawn and almost onto the sidewalk in front of it. Afonso let out a long whistle as he leaned against Gus’ belly. “Wow babe, we’ll need to go on one hell of a diet to get this belly to go down.” Afonso reached forward and patted the giant orb only to be followed by a jerk from the belly and a moan from inside the house. “Gus? Gus honey, what was that?” Afonso didn’t get an answer before the belly jolted again and the moans got louder. Afonso ran inside and stared at Gus as his body quivered. “Gus, what’s happening? Are you okay?” 

“It feels like my whole body is getting a blow jo-OOOHHHHH!!!” Gus moaned and his whole body shuddered. Afonso’s eyes widened when he saw his boyfriend’s body get bigger. Again Gus moaned as his body shook and Afonso stared as Gus’ toned body began to plump up with muscle.

“Babe, you’re growing again!” shouted Afonso getting next to Gus. He looked at his once normal biceps swelling up to the size of basketballs. His shoulders got broader as his pecs started pushing forward into his big belly. 

“Babe, I just finished growing with all your cum *HIC* I don’t need anymoooooohhhh!” Gus moaned for a long time and his belly visibly jumped as his body surged bigger. Afonso looked up at his boy friend’s head as it started to approach the ceiling. His once toned bubble butt was getting fuller and fuller as it blew up like a balloon. Each of his now fat ass cheeks looked like yoga balls pressing up against Afonso.

“Babe, I’m not fucking you again. I think your body is processing all the cum I put in you.” Afonso watched in awe as Gus continued to moan and grow. All while his belly began to shrink into him. Gus’s head started to brush against the ceiling. His already long legs were extending and beefening with size on them. 

Gus could hardly form a thought at this point. Between the ecstasy he was feeling with every growth spurt that wracked his body and the cum drunkenness, he could hardly process what was going on to him. Only when he felt the ceiling firmly pressing down against him did he look around and see Afonso, now only up to his hips, staring up at him in shock and horniness. “Woah babe, you shrunk.” Gus chuckled as he let out another low loud moan that shook their whole house. His body swelling and stretching bigger as his belly shrank more. His head almost went through the ceiling before Gus plopped his fat ass down and spread his legs out around each side of his belly.

“Gus, sweetie, listen to me. You’re still growing. We need to get out of here before the whole house comes down.” Afonso grabbed onto his giant lover’s massive arm and tried to pull him towards the door to avail. Afonso could barely wrap his arms around Gus’s now chair-sized bicep that swelled even bigger as he tugged. 

“Afonso, it’s no big deal. I’ll protect my little guy from anything.” Gus reached down and plucked Afonso up like he was a doll and put him on his expansive chest. “You’ll be safe up here little guy.” Gus let out another moan and finally could see daylight peeking in through the massive hole his belly had created. But not before he felt his head pressing into the ceiling again now sitting down. He must’ve been 20 feet tall by now and he was only swelling bigger.

Afonso looked up as Gus’ head crumpled the ceiling above them like it was paper. His shoulders and arms destroyed the walls around them as their entire house began to fall down. Gus practically screamed in ecstasy as he felt his giant cum gut shrink enough to let his now hyper cock leap out from under his belly. Now 15 feet long and leaking pre out flooding their now destroyed living room. Gus felt all of his body pressing against every wall and ceiling left in the house until with a giant roar that could be heard for miles, he came and hulked out of the rubble of their house. His cock shooting cum out like a geyser, coating the whole neighborhood. 

“Ahhh that felt awesome, babe. How’s my little guy doing?” Asked Gus as he looked down at the now much smaller Afonso. Afonso looked around and took in his giant boyfriend’s body. Sitting on pecs bigger than king size mattresses and squishy for him to lay on, looking down seeing a still full cum gut on the now giant Gus. Looking up and seeing his boyfriend towered over their two story house sitting, he couldn’t even imagine just how tall he was. 

“I’m good babe. Kinda shocked you’re so chill about being so big now,” said Afonso. Climbing up Gus’ pecs and onto his shoulder to give him a kiss. Looking down at his muscles, Gus had grown from a toned athletic body to a beefy build. His quads were thicker than a semi-truck. His pudgy belly looked like  it could fit a few small cars inside. And his biceps were bigger than Gus’ already massive head.

“I like it babe. I like being able to cuddle and protect my little man.And it’s always nice to be bigger because I love wrapping my now giant arms around you. I bet cuddling with these muscles will be the best.” Gus lifted his arm up and hugged himself. Squishing his pecs up towards his face. “ButI think I could get even bigger. Think you could pump more cum into me?” Gus brought his big hand up to poke Afonso’s deflated balls.

“I think that could be arranged, big guy.” Afonso leaned forward and planted a kiss on Gus’ giant lips. Smiling devilishly as he started to chant again. 

#gay #growth #musclegrowth #giant #getting taller #macro growth

[qulizalfos]

[runs in after abandoning my blog all week and throws this on the table] HAPPY BIRTHDAY WAYLI @wayward-sherlock PLEASE ACCEPT THIS FICLET AS A SYMBOL OF MY GRATITUDE TOWARDS HOW FUCKINF AWESOME U ARE ALWAYS <3 I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU BTW!!! anyways i hope u enjoy 2k of college byler shenanigans :) mwah

home (is wherever you are tonight)

“Oh, my God,” Will says, sitting forward, face alight in ways that terrify Mike. “There’s another reason, there’s a huge reason you're here, you—” “It’s Valentine’s Day, right?” The shift in Will’s expression is instantaneous. It might’ve qualified as comical, too, if Mike’s heart wasn’t about to explode.

You’d think Mike would have scrounged together a better sense of how to backpedal when he’s about to do something incredibly stupid. 

He’s trying not to think too hard about how quickly they rattle off in his head, the world’s most inconvenient list of reminders. What is wrong with you? We’re just… not in the mood right now. You’ve been on the bench all year. Not for the first time he’s gritting his teeth and wondering if it would have been entirely too much to ask for him to have acquired, by now, some intricate sixth sense for recklessness. He’s well aware that there’s no cosmic cure against the potency of his own mistakes, but he’d take anything to help him generally steer clear of these specific situations.

Encounters with murderous, eldritch entities ought to do that to a person. In his —for the record, totally impartial— opinion.

No goddamn dice, he thinks as he raises a fist to knock.

Maybe it is different, he supposes, because he’s less consumed by a wave of defensive volatility and less likely to bury the truth at the first sign of scrutiny, recoil at any chance of being left behind, and more willing to stop before he gains too dangerous an amount of momentum. It still happens, obviously— (case in point: now, loitering in an empty corridor, bland wallpaper finding a way to make it look like it’s laughing down at him, shifting his weight as he waits) he’d just convinced himself he had it more under control.

It’s ridiculous anyway. This whole thing is clearly careening towards a setup for a copious amount of slip ups on his part. But, it’s whatever.

Will’s probably out, anyway, he considers, belatedly.

It’s Valentine’s Day, —granted, a Wednesday evening dragging by with a sluggish, hazy quality— but a significant date all the same. Will is, Mike hedges, almost definitely out, maybe with the mystery guy in their joint history lecture, whose name Mike neglected to wheedle out of him last week. Maybe they’re both walking home from some fucking café, and Will would be getting cold like he does when the threat of snow looms at every waking moment, and to make matters worse, the other guy might do something sickeningly romantic like wind his scarf around Will’s neck, all while Mike’s standing at his dorm door like an idiot.

It’s possible he’s not very committed to the whole “breathe” thing El suggested, the day before the sky turned blue again, the day he was most convinced it never would again.

He threads a nervous hand through the disaster-prone section of his hair, hoping to smoothen it out, as he lifts his clenched hand, setting his face in concentration and aiming to knock one more time, and—

He has to flinch back to avoid accidentally punching Will in the face with his knock. Needless to say, that would be pretty counterproductive.

Will. Standing in front of him, soft furrow between his brows, loose sweater, lips parted.

He’s beautiful.

He shoves the thought to the side. It’s not the safest one to have when Will is less than two feet in front of him.

“Mike?”

It hits him about an hour too late: Maybe it’s ironic, how this holiday, composed entirely of spontaneous lovesick bullshit and cordiform chocolate boxes, doesn’t warrant him showing up at someone’s door unannounced. Not when it’s already 7pm.

It isn’t that he hadn’t brought that into consideration, just that now it’s not just an inkling in the back of his mind he has to ignore if he has any hope of getting ready with minimal distraction, but a real, pressing concern, and—

Will’s face splits into a grin, and the thought vanishes as quick as it came.

“Hey,” Mike tries, too hastily. The longer Will stands, just blinking at him, the further Mike burrows his hands into the pockets of his jackets.

He snaps out of it fairly quickly, and the expression has melted into something pleasantly surprised. Mike can work with that. He’s done much more with much less. “Uh— hi.”

“Are you busy?” Mike cranes a neck to peer around Will’s shoulder, unsure of what he’s looking for but appreciating the lack of anything all the same. “If you’re busy, I’ll totally come back, to— fuck, maybe not tomorrow, you have that—”

“Mike.”

“Yep.”

“I’m not busy,” he says with bright eyes, stepping back from the door to accommodate him. “I— don’t just stand there, come in, of course I’m not busy. Why, what’s up?”

“Thought maybe you were off at a candlelit dinner,” Mike remarks, because it’s easier to get out than the other thing, kicking off his shoes and trying not to think too hard about Will, the same Will in the same shadowy alcove as him, whose expression is tinged with fondness, at dinner; with warm lighting and a muted hum of chatter and someone else sitting across from him. “With the fancy napkins.”

“I think I would’ve mentioned the horrors of scraping together enough money for anything like that,” he says, and Mike’s efforts at miming cradling the aforementioned, hypothetical napkin receive a raised eyebrow. “Seriously, is something going on? If Max—”

“Nothing’s happening,” Mike tells him, passing him out and swiveling around to keep walking backwards, reversing into the couch and pretending he didn’t whack his knee as he drops onto it, picking at the edge of the nearest cushion, sprawling out as much as he can manage to. “Which is precisely why I’m here. Well, one of the reasons.”

Will hums, folding his arms and leaning on the back of the couch, contemplative. It has no right to be as endearing as it is. “Are there a lot of reasons?”

“I’m not allowed to visit you anymore?” Mike jokes. “Should I have called and given you a week’s notice?” He sits up, relishing the back and forth. “Should I—”

“No, you’re just… I dunno.” Will pokes his shoulder and skirts the couch, settling in the space Mike makes for him. “You seem nervous. Like there’s something you’re not telling me.”

Shit.

Mike lets out what may be considered as the fakest laugh he’s ever mustered, darting his eyes away and plastering on a frown. He gives a half-hearted attempt at an unconvinced, hopefully somewhat assuring scoff, tugging free the crease that’s formed at the ankle of his jeans. “What makes you say that?” he asks. He’d like to describe it as nonchalant. Maybe he’s not as good at hiding as the boy in front of him, but he’s been sidestepping the obvious for what feels like his whole life. He’s had more than enough practice.

“Oh, my God,” Will says, sitting forward, face alight in ways that terrify Mike. “There’s another reason, there’s a huge reason you’re here, you—”

“It’s Valentine’s Day, right?”

The shift in Will’s expression is instantaneous. It might’ve qualified as comical, too, if Mike’s heart wasn’t trying its damndest not to explode. Again, counterproductive.

Will’s mouth drops open a little, the line of his body stock still, and just hovers there, close enough that the warmth of his breath brushes Mike’s face, and the room slips into little more than a backdrop. Mike searches his eyes for a sign that’s not there. He lifts a hand from where it’s resting on a dark green cushion, weighing the implications and consequences of reaching out against the part of him that doesn’t want to consider technicalities until far, far later. The moment stretches, engraving itself into Mike’s memory. 

And then it shatters.

Will slumps back, clearing his throat twice in rapid succession, and the corners of his mouth quirk up in diplomacy. “I mean, you’re not wrong.”

Mike’s throat feels unreasonably dry. “Nope,” he says, omitting any mention of the crisis he’d had marching down the hall, questioning whether he’d gotten the date wrong and everything would blow up in his face tenfold, and just drumming his fingers against his thigh.

“So—” Will frowns, “what are you trying to say?”

This was all going much smoother during the numerous rehearsals in his head. “It’s Valentine’s Day,” he parrots, trying not to think about Will’s sharp inhale too much, “and I haven’t done something on Valentine’s Day for years, and you’re free, and I’m free, and…” he trails off, searching for the right words. “I don’t know, I thought we could hang out.” 

Silence.

It’s about to backfire, he can sense it, so he rushes to add: “In solidarity.”

“Right,” Will says, faraway. Mike sort of needs to run outside and scream for an untold amount of time.

“Doesn’t have to be super special,” he says, sensing the need for a prompt change in subject. “Unless you want it to be special, but I just figured— like, what were you gonna do before I came?”

Will glances at him once, quizzical, but drops it. 

—

It’s a short walk from the dorm to the closest Circle K, and one spent wrapped up in pleasant, amicable conversation, catching up on the various aspects of each other’s lives that aren’t entwined already, and about halfway there Will stoops to tie his shoelace. As Mike waits he considers how scary it could be if he dwells too long on how noteworthy the most mundane tasks become in Will Byers’ company.

They wander inside, Mike leaning on the door to open it for Will in what he hopes is a courteous manner, and trails down an aisle beside Will, the faint beat of a trashy pop song barely covering the echo of their footsteps on the tiles.

“Just the sodas?” Mike checks, swerving to avoid a display stacked high.

“Yeah,” Will says, nabbing a coke and gesturing to the fridge. “Take your pick.”

Mike reaches for a 7Up.

“Knew it,” Will says, something indecipherable in his tone. And then he’s extending a hand, covering Mike’s for a split second — long enough for an odd sensation to bloom in his ribs, but short enough for him to want to say, fuck it, and tangle their fingers, but Will teases the can out of his grip, leaving Mike with a cool smear of condensation on his palm.

“We can pool our resources,” Mike quips as Will deposits the cans on the counter. The cashier flicks a lazy glance at them and tells them the price. “I have a quarter.”

“Generous of you,” Will observes, producing a crumpled dollar note from his back pocket.

They settle on a wall outside, and Mike kicks the solid stone intermittently with his dangling heels, sipping away as Will starts to talk. The sky runs like spilled ink above them, perforated with only a smattering of stars and a few dark clouds, but Will is bathed in the gold ring of a streetlamp. There’s a lull in conversation, but it’s fine. Mike’s content to stay here all night.

“This was nice,” he says, in lieu of everything else.

Will bumps against his shoulder. “Yeah?”

A tiny droplet of rain lands on Mike’s nose, and three more freckle more of his exposed skin. A low fizz kicks up, drilling into the gray landscape surrounding them, and more dots pepper on the wall.

“Yeah.”  Will turns away. Mike scans the area around them, but they’re alone save for a few empty chip packets strewn across the concrete. Will’s gorgeous. Mike can’t explain it, but he knows when warmth floods your veins it’s a sign that merits extra morosis, and his intentions are in the right place, and it’s so hard to steer himself in any direction other than pitching forward and propping up a hand on the other side of Will’s jaw. Mike doesn’t let himself think too much of it as he presses a kiss to Will’s cheek.

It’s as short-lived as it is sweet: Will’s answering gasp, all wide eyes and questions in every line of his face, the beads of rain on his skin, near lucent in the orange lighting, the tickle of his bangs getting in Mike’s eyes a little when he turns.

And then Will’s breaking away to set down his Coke, and closing the gap between them.

Truthfully, Mike didn’t know that kissing could feel like this. It seems like something so untouchable, so far from what’s in his own comprehension of the world, that finding this kind of warmth could happen, but Will’s slinging an arm around his back and all coherent thoughts promptly dissolve in the now steadily falling rain. 

#fun facr! writing this i discovered that valentines day 1990 (aka when this is set) = wednesday #and valentines day 2024 Is Also = wednesday #which makes me suiuper happy for no damn reason i just .YEAAG thanks universe. thtas awesome #byler #i hojpe this isnt exeptionally ooc !! i tried ot edit it more but iam a litle bit tired n i fear i am about to start hearing colors #so witg that im signing off goodbye yall. ily wayli #ill move it to ao3 soon. maybe tomrorw🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡

[the-ninja-legacy-whip]

So when an Elemental Master enters NRG Mode, their body is essentially made of their element (like Nya merging with the sea in Seabound). How exactly does that work/look like with more "incorporeal" elements like Speed, Mind, Form, Sound, Time, Gravity and Surprise?? Would, for example, Chamille be a purple ooze that's constantly changing shape, or Jacob be made of soundwaves? Would Neuro be straight up made entirely out of neuron cells??? (Please tell me Krux and Acronix would turn into clocks lmao)

Master Lloyd tells us a lot of stories about those who have tried to attain the highest honor an Elemental Master can achieve—becoming one with their Element. He speaks of all the sacrifices that comes with surrendering oneself to the other side of themselves, and the inner strength required to pull oneself out of it. I can see how such a feat would be admirable, and why he'd want to aspire us to at least one day try.

He speaks proudly of his friends—of how Zane came to learn he could incite an ice age at a moment's notice, of how Kai found he could render the world ablaze should he so wish, how Jay could simply laugh and crack up a lightning storm that would power all the cities forever, how Cole's heartbeat could be tuned to the unbreakable churn of the earth itself, and of how Nya once gave everything she had to become the entire ocean itself, saving us all in a time before I wasn't even around to remember...

And yet, not all of his stories are painted as success stories.

Master Lloyd never says who they are—were?—but he mentions the other Elemental Masters from time to time, and of how the Merge enticed them to try to master their NRG Modes too. Knowing that Elemental Powers were seemingly the only way to seal the rifts, I suppose I could understand why.

He never goes into specifics—never tells us where these supposed others are now—but with a fond, distant look in his eyes, he tells us to pay very close attention to the things in life that often go unseen; for not every Element is so obvious as a strike of lightning, a crack in the earth, the frigidness of ice, the burn of fire, and the once endlessness of the ocean...

He tells us to feel the pull of gravity keeping us anchored to the ground, acting as an invisible safety net. He tells us to be mindful of the shadows cast across the expanse of the ground, each of them reaching out to give us shelter and shade in spades, and a break from the otherwise warm and welcoming guiding light. He tells us to track each and every tick tock of the clocks providing the proof of time, to remind us that yes, we are marching forward in our lives...

He tells us to remember the rush that flows through us whenever we run as fast as we can, speeding through the fields as the whipping winds makes our hair dance in the wake. He tells us to watch for shifting things that try to trick our eyes and ears, for the form we all take on can change at a moment's notice, and we've never know. He tells us to keep an ear aimed upwards as well, to catch all the simple sounds that would be ephemerally missed were we more focused on just the sights.

He gestures to where his incense burns before the portrait of his uncle. He wafts a hand through the resulting smoke, telling us to observe as it floats and flits out of shape with the barest breeze in the near-epitome of freedom. He warns us not to lean too close; to not breathe it in, for while it isn't poison, it still has the potency to disorient us, even if just for a moment.

He then takes my hand and brushes it along his garden of amber-colored flowers, each bloom of nature popping open to greet me as my fingers glide along the leaves and petals. The plants stay protected though confined in a metal box—while cold and unwelcoming to the touch, it is sturdy, supportive, and unyielding. It is a small observation, but one I keep in mind—and he tells us that even thoughts have a shape and a presence, though that presence remains unknown to anyone else.

Master Lloyd then turns to me, an ache in his eyes, as if searching for something long gone and lost, before sighing. His hands tremble as they continue to support mine, and he speaks of perhaps the most invisible element of all—one that's often forgotten, or taken for granted...but is eternally the hardest to anticipate.

His voice quivers as he tells us to watch for the way one's eyes light up upon being presented with a gift, of the embarrassed chuckles that tumbles from one's lips upon being greeted unexpectedly; of the thrill of seeing a loved one enter a room, the delight of finding something rare in a grocery store, the charm of getting to look up at a starry night sky for the first time... He also tells us to be understanding when one cries at the deliverance of bad news, or the confrontation of a sudden, horrid realization...when things hit their worst and no one ever seems to be prepared for it.

He becomes determined now, telling us to pay attention to all the things we take for granted, for their existence in and of themselves is a miracle to behold, whether as ordinarily extraordinary as the sun rising once again or as unfathomable as the fact that we exist at all, for a surprise is still a surprise, even when it is no longer perceived as such.

My own eyes sparkle at the thought of that.

He lets me go and returns to addressing us all as one, telling us that it's in all the little things that life truly thrives. And though we cannot always see those other elements, as long as we can sense them, and know when they are there...we can maintain our connections with such things, no matter how far apart we actually are.

I know he must speak from experience. He tells us that it is a lesson imparted unto him from his uncle. And a bit of pride is sprinkled at the end of his words.

I then ask Lloyd if he's ever been in NRG Mode himself, because I wonder what it must be like, to sense everything all at once, to the point that it must feel like nothing at all... To be nothing more than the energy that runs through all things; to feel and know every connection with every other element, with every other life that roams the world...

To be limitless, to be unparalleled, to be infinite, to be life itself...

But Lloyd stares at me strangely, as if he's already given me that answer. It makes me feel like I've missed some kind of important point, and I scowl, asking again. He grows quiet, for once, and I'm lead to believe that he's not going to tell me.

Until he actually says,

"...If you've ever truly lived..."

Lloyd tilts his head back, staring aimlessly up at the skies above the monastery with shimmering green-gold eyes.

"...then you already know."

#oh look at that i DO still know how to write #ninjago #the lego ninjago movie #ninjago dragons rising #legacyverse #ninjago fanfiction #lloyd garmadon #fic tag #fics of mine #works of mine #also i haven't written in first person in YEARS #i dunno what possessed me other than keeping the pov a mystery haha #all this being said chamille turning to ooze and the twins becoming a clock is HILARIOUS #Jesse would definitely turn into like a cloud of sparkles :3

[kari-go]

Can I also know more about the internal structure/logic of the Movement and Potency boxes? I can see the Spider and Antelope being an opposite pair, as well as Salamander and Betta Fish, and in the Potency box the Ox and the Goat, but mostly that's it.

Sure.

These are the old layouts so they don't apply anymore but my thoughts are still pretty similar with the Movement box. I think I organized the Potency box by color.

thing I whipped up now

The Potency box is divided into two sections- the destructive one (the bison's half) and the protective one (the turtle's half). It doesn't really have a solid structure with the opposites and the protective ones but uh the destructive ones are pretty good.

The koi is the opposite of the goat because their effect on the surroundings is very similar but the goat is more destructive. The crab is the opposite of the ox because the ox shields and the crab penetrates. The squirrel and axolotl are weak. But the axolotl is next to the ox because they are very similar.

The Movement box is really close to the original layout, I just switched them a little. The dragonfly is the active side (the side that moves) and the bee side is the inactive side (the side that doesn't move). The drawers could be considered an extension of the upper miraculous.

The dragonfly and the bee are the opposite, same with the antelope and the spider. The panda and the dog are a pair, the panda is on the top because it moves people, while the dog moves only objects. The salamander is on the top because it's a second layer and the flamingo's power is very similar to the salamander's. The reason these four are on the dragonfly's side is because the holder has to move to use them. The panda literally moves someone and the dog has to throw the ball to get the object. The salamander's powers are active ones. One causes a lot of movement by attracting everything to something and the other allows the holder to walk basically on any surface. The flamingo is basically a weaker version of the salamander's first power.

The horse and ferret create a portal that lessens the need to walk since it gets them right where they want. The betta fish traps someone in a bubble which the target cannot escape from. You could say that the jellyfish lessens the need for someone to move since they can just reach through the wall/object.

So yeah, that's it.

#ask #miraculous ladybug #miraculous disaster au #kwamis #kwami oc #potency box #movement box

[alexanderlightweight]

I hope it’s not too late for Wednesday! I would love to see more of the Magnus planning with Team Immortal to pamper Alec verse? Maybe Magnus putting his plan into action?

Love your writing, wishing you all the best with the move!

here is the next part of 'manipulation is rehab' because i've seen it called that twice and its a good name

and thank you! the move went as well as it could go! we've actually had more trouble with the unpacking and not hurting ourselves tripping over boxes ^_^

<3 lumine

i hope you enjoy!

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The scent of honeysuckle and lavender lies thick in the air and Magnus lights candles throughout the entirety of his loft.

They trail from the foyer to the balcony, out on the railing and above, twining the stairs to the roof and laid out throughout the garden above. 

Cat truly outdid herself and while dozens — perhaps hundreds — of candles have been summoned and magically lit, only one in each space is one of Cat’s own special blends. Still, it’s enough for what Magnus wants and its better not to risk doing more than relaxing Alexander.

After his conversation with Cat and Ragnor, Magnus plotted.

Several of his plans were vetoed with increasingly irate fire messages until Ragnor had threatened to just kidnap Alec and make Magnus rescue him.

So, decided that a little danger was a fair exchange for rescuing Alexander from what was clearly the greater danger of responsibility, Magnus made his plans.

Magnus had convinced a vow from his Alexander, to come to Magnus as soon as his last patrol was up, not a moment later. Alexander had given a token protest and Magnus has swiped it away with a barbed reminder of the last few times Alec had missed or been late to their dates. Never on purpose, but Alexander was important to his Institute and integral in the system in place that kept it running smoothly. The minute Alexander appears his hunters will need him, even if they’d been fine until the moment they saw him.

It’s unsurprising, truly.

If Alec had more power he could delegate more, but there is little he can do with his hands so legally tied.

It infuriates Magnus every time and so he’d used it as a weapon — that Alexander is competent and a good leader and that his people look to him in all things — and cut Alexander until he’d surrendered to Magnus demands.

Alexander was gracious in his concession — Magnus’ boy had been exhausted, almost relieved at being able to follow orders rather than give them — and had sworn to follow through.

It means that Magnus has planned this out meticulously.

Including the rather brilliant inspiration of tearing a large enough rift open that some very annoying — but hardly deadly — demons would be found on Alexander’s last bit of patrol.  They wouldn’t give him or his team any trouble, but they did tend to be a bit… messy.

The balcony chimes instead of the door and Magnus sweeps the doors open with a blink as he strides out.  His lovely boy is standing by the railing, almost sheepishly shuffling and he gives Magnus a wry look.

“The one time I promise to come here first—” Alexander says with a sigh and shakes his head, wincing as ichor drips off of him.  It’s a low-potency ichor from a minor demon, but Magnus imagines it can’t be comfortable and he knows for a fact that this particular kind of ichor can sap energy if enough is absorbed. 

“I’m glad you did.” Magnus promises him, a snap of his fingers cleaning away the ichor, but he grimaces as he walks forward and gently touches Alec’s face. “Magic can’t clean it all away, you know.”

Alexander sighs again and nods, knowing this but looking beyond Magnus at the lair wistfully — as if he thinks Magnus is going to send him away.

“I can’t stand the thought of you leaving so soon.” Magnus murmurs and it’s the truth, “won’t you clean here. Just a bath, lovely,” Magnus croons and he reaches up to gently tangle his fingers in Alexander’s clean but bedraggled bangs. “I have a potion and shampoo that work wonders on ichor.”

Magnus isn’t sure if it’s the candles, Alexander’s exhaustion, Magnus’ own honest pleading or Alexander’s own selfish desires, but his boy nods.  His eyes slide shut as he trustingly turns his face to nuzzle the palm of Magnus’ hand.

“I don’t want to leave.” Alexander admits, voice hoarse from demon ash and Magnus discreetly taps his toe, starting the pot already set up for tea.

“Then don’t, it’s as simple as that.” Magnus promises and Alexander follows when Magnus pulls him through the doors.

He inhales, eyes blinking slowly, almost languidly as the doors shut and his tired body finally takes in a full lungful of the scent. 

“It smells nice,” Alexander murmurs and he continues to be gently led until they get to Magnus’ bedroom. 

Alexander hesitates there, shuffling as if he’s not sure how to voice his next question and Magnus waits quietly. Alexander is already in his web; a little patience will hardly damage the trap that’s already been sprung.

#lumine writes #writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #manipulation is rehab #magnus bane #alec ligthwood #shadowhunters #malec

[bishh-kanya]

Aesthetic of Radha Rani

Requested by a lovely anon <33

Radhe Radhe Barsane wali Radhe . She is mentioned as the avatar of Lakshmi and also as the Mūlaprakriti, the Supreme goddess, who is the feminine counterpart and internal potency of Krishna. Radha accompanies Krishna in all his incarnations. She was born to Kirtida and vrishbhanu .

|| Attire ||

Adorns the most beautiful lehenga choli she can find and pairs it with a beautiful dupatta , floral prints , mulmul , silks and soft cottons are her favorite, pastels and deep tones according to her mood . Makes sure that her lehenga is big enough to form take a beautiful shape while she dances , flowey fabrics are her thing, she feels most comfortable and at home with them . Neelambari rang for special occasions and when she feels the most confident and yellow for when she's flustered with love for Mohan.

|| Jewellery||

Loves jhumkas , nose rings , payels , anything that dangles on her beautiful skin . Soft jewellery look for daily adornment and solah shringar for special occasions, yes she does it all by herself it's her hobby, her favourite activity. P.s she has 12 pairs of payals which she leaves one from for mohan so she can meet him again and he can place them for her with love .

||Makeup||

Makes her own kajal and crushes pomegranates for lipstick while her sakhi dhoop dries her hair , decorates her forehead according to her mood and some times decides to just leave with some lali on her lips .

|| Mahavar / Alta ||

Symmetric circles to dots , she loves to red line her hands and feet , sees it as a sign of power and devotion to Shakti .

||Flowers||

Finds fresh flowers at 4 am in the morning, from mogra to Lotus to her favourite Jasmine , to adorn her . She smells like fresh flowers , like rain and like love .

That's all that's my take on her aesthetic, though there is no guarantee of historical accuracy, this is how I see her . Thank you for reading , you can always give suggestions in my ask box 😃.

Have a great day/ night

#radharani #radha krishna #desiblr #desi tag #desi tumblr #desi culture #desi aesthetic #indian aesthetic

[eatmangoesnekkid]

My new work-- print books, audiobooks, kindle, online school/temple and future blog will not be for any woman or female-bodied person living in active-trauma. I have been there before, I know that sometimes in life, your nervous system and other systems can't handle the challenge. Some addictions have to cleared. Some relationships have to be resolved. And to know your capacity is incredibly power. In this work of love, you must be able to hold and tend to yourself as you read and be activated and expanded in your cells and tissues as a result, I promise. In my online school/temple, I will be your openhearted guide and able to witness you deeper, but you also have to be ready to open up and meet the trapped stories living in specific parts of your body in order for your energy to start to flow again optimally. Freedom of Heart, Freedom of Regeneration, Freedom of Time, Freedom of Diagnoses, Freedom of Nervous System, Freedom of Desire, Freedom of Energy, Freedom of Biology, and Freedom of Living Adventure Real life is what we are up to but a lot of unlearning is on the menu. We have to unlearn ourselves (our cells) and unlearn the behaviors and conditioned responses taught to us by the world. We have to rebuild our foundations from the ground floor as well. While I'm a deeply loving "Lila" woman to my core (meaning -a divinely playful woman as referred to in Hinduism), I also traverse blindfolded into murky rivers--often doing things in life that feel uncomfortable which is the key to being masterful and unstoppable. The average person does not play this game to win. They stay comfortable in their little boxes, traumas, and socializations that keep them in perceptions of safety. While my work is full of undeniable love and expansion, all that juicy gooey intimacy, softness and sweetness, it also carries a charge of shameless blood splatter that runs cervically deep. You must to want to play this game properly, if not, you tend to repeat old never-ending cycles. I'm tired of seeing women in the same cycles as our Beloved foremothers year after year, lifetime after lifetime, story after story, diagnosis after diagnosis. As Audre Lorde brilliantly channeled "I'm not free while any woman is unfree even if her shackles are different than my own." For many of us, it is time for some real truthful cycle-breaking and pattern-disrupting which means that sometimes you will be triggered. The world makes us so timid and weak (of course, not written to shame illness) with all of its coddling and fears while we low-key pretend and tell lies to ourselves about how powerful we are when we actually don't believe it. "Being triggered" and meeting your patterns with delight are mature essences of one who wants to create new narratives. And what's also true is that you don't have to ready for any of it yet or ever and if so, my work, Beloved, is not for you. This melody of love work is ultimately an intimate love story about the potency of female body from the lens of a Lover-Warrior. Polarity is how the human soul masterfully creates. Never forget that, loved ones. If you remember nothing else from me, never forget that. As I will say many times throughout the series"bring love but also bring a machete." One Loveliness... --India Ame'ye, Author

[rathayibacter]

Tricks of the Vancian Mage

Mages tend to see limitations more as fun challenges than anything else, and revel in finding new ways to overcome them. It's only natural that Vancian mages, struggling under the yoke of spell slots, would eventually turn their mind to solving the problem once and for all. Branch of the Worldtree Easily the most effective means of circumventing spell limitations. Every morning, the mage shunts an echo of themselves into the aether, which can be recalled with a word to instantly replace the original, all spells freshly prepared.  The only small hiccup is, no part of the original mage survives. The echo replacement remembers only up to the moment they cast the spell, so while they may be crackling with arcane energies, they're often caught unprepared and with no awareness of the situation they're in. Empty Box All energies are the same, or at least analogous. When mages are subject to enervation spells, all that sapped power has to go somewhere. By shaping the spell just right, a mage can make sure the end product is useful spell slots at the cost of endless, ravenous hunger. Witchblood Tincture As it turns out, spell slots are stored in the liver. By removing the liver of another mage (typically an enemy defeated in a duel) and brewing a foul, slimy oil from it, mages can carry around extra spell slots on their person. Mint helps it go down. Bone Networks Many mages working together can cast spells with a potency and consistency that no single mage can perform alone. This is useful for spellcasters willing to share their burdens with others, to reach out and be vulnerable- namely, fools and simpletons. Instead, most mages simply bind the weak to their service. With a stave made from one bone taken from each apprentice in the network, a mage can draw on their collective power without the little whelps even having to be nearby. Just make sure they don't get their hands on it. Pinned Butterfly The problem with Vancian magic isn't the spell slots themselves, some say, it's the way the spells leave your head after casting! So why not just stop that? By hollowing out a part of the mind (usually an emotion or an old memory), mages can build mental cages. When the spell tries to escape, instead it slams against a barrier of thought and is ready to be cast again mere moments later. Spells cast this way do require regular maintenance, however- if you wear it out too much, it'll start to rot in your skull, and that's a whole mess. Three-Petal Lotus Often the simplest approach is the best. This spell, when cast, gives you three spell slots, one of which is always occupied by another casting of Three-Petal Lotus. There you go! Uh, one thing to keep in mind. The spell may have some... addictive properties. It's all well and good when you've cast it once or twice and are ready to take on the world, but every once in a while an overzealous mage gets caught in a loop and has to have any recollection of the spell purged from their memory to come back to themself.

#Rath's guides to magic #ttrpgs #these are some of my favorites honestly #imho wizards arent fun unless theyre doing something absolutely despicable to the natural order #and spell slots are fucking boring and bad at LEAST 99% of the time #so for me at least this managed to tie both of those together in some really interesting ways

[eggy-computer]

"Begone, Transphobe!"

Curse a terf! in minecraft! (actually!)

You'll need:

a working copy of minecraft

in game:

redstone dust

white candles

campfire

black shulker box

a book and quill with your intent written inside (i wrote "May any terfs, transphobes, or any one else intending to cause harm against the lgbt community be harmed threefold")

a "poppet" (a totem of undying or mob head labeled "transphobe")

spider's eye

rotten flesh

wither rose

moon water (made by leaving a cauldron of water in the moonlight overnight)

a black candle

cast a "circle" by laying redstone down in a square around your desired area, place and light white candles in the corners of the square

to smoke cleanse, place a campfire

dig down a few blocks and place the shulker box

fill box with "poppet", book, spider's eye, rotten flesh, and wither rose. focus on your intent

place grass box on top of shulker box, effectively burying it

place a black candle on top of the burial site to "seal" it, and close your circle. opt: place redstone around the candle for extra potency

also!! dont do a curse if you dont feel prepared enough to do so/dont feel safe doing so!!

alternatively, you can do a protection spell to help protect trans people!!

real witches know that trans rights are human rights!

#pit chatters #spell #trans rights #transgender #trans rights are human rights #grimoire #tech spell #minecraft magick #minecraft #tumblr witches #chaos witch #chaos magick #eclectic witch #tech witch #technology witch #techno witchcraft #techno witch #witchblr

[broomsticks]

HP fic rec list: underrated gems of 2022

AO3 collection here. mostly ultra rare pairs, gen fic, character studies, and G/T rated fic. all are short <10k-ish reads (plenty of <1k ficlets) - do give them a read if any look interesting!

transports of delight by @swoontodeath (1.7k, G). The Knight Bus meets the Catbus. Sometimes destiny looks a lot like driving in the same direction.

pairing: Knight Bus (Harry Potter)/Catbus (My Neighbor Totoro). come for the crack ship, stay for the autistic stan shunpike. i’m a sucker for outsider POV and this is why — such great opportunity for some unique characterization, which this author took full advantage of here!

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Life of Pye by @houseofhebrideanblacks (9k, E). Augustus Pye sees patients at St. Mungo's.

SUCH a creative unique fic - love it when authors take their deep IRL expertise and weave it into the canon HP verse. as the author put it, for anyone curious about what a nonmagical doctor sounds like writing about what they imagine magical medicine is like, day in and day out.

“It’s Puddlemere versus the Cannons tonight. The cup final.” Pye stopped mid-stride and mid-thought, shoulders seeming to weep under the weight of realisation. “Oh no,” he almost whispered. “Oh yes,” Marge glowered, “and you’re alone tonight, Rupert is off sick.” “Good heavens,” Pye whimpered, his coffee seeming to shrink in his hand, both in potency and relevance. In the waiting room behind him, three blokes hurricaned in chanting “CANNONS, CANNONS, CANNONS,” their unconscious friend slumped and dragged between them. “You know how it is, Pye,” Marge turned and shuffled back to validate the young witch’s national insurance card. Speaking over her shoulder, she finished, “never a dull moment at Mungo’s.”

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Strangers In A Strange Land by @sleepstxtic (7.5k words, T). Helga, Salazar, and Godric dock in a strange land looking for the elusive fourth member of their team.

helga/rowena, founders friendship with POC Rowena Ravenclaw and Viking Helga Hufflepuff. CANON NODS and POC REP and FEMSLASH and a wonderful fascinating setting — ticks every single one of my AU boxes. another incredibly inventive and criminally underrated story.

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A Different Truth by @paulamcg (2.8k, G). A week before Halloween 1993, when a colleague appreciates his company, Cuthbert may feel alive, even though he's dead and it's Saturday.

ok this is the last time i will say criminally underrated. canon-compliant POA first person cuthbert binns & remus lupin. this could’ve been slash and i would’ve been sold on it. i love their friendship, bonding over literature (of course) and a walk in the woods (so unexpected, but works so well.)

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Meagre Pieces by @vdoshu (1k words, T). The Muggle-born Registration Commission is announced, and Andromeda feels sick.

The fact that the first Muggle-born Minister for Magic was a great victory for equality . . . one which was never again repeated.

@thistlecatfics’s trans teddy tonks x andromeda is taking over the world and i’m here for it. the political commentary in this. doshu you absolute wizard — you’ve got such range and you nail it every. single. time.

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O let the world come at you, love (currently anonymous) (5k, T). Twelve-year-old Harry tries to figure out his parents' polyamorous relationship with Peter Pettigrew.

the first fic for the peter/lily/james tag on AO3, gifted to me for this year’s rare pairs exchange, and it’s all the wholesome fluff i i could’ve wanted from this ship and more!!! so much poly rep!! background wolfstar+tonks (ish), dorlene+implied others, and just the perfect epilogue 🥰

"Does it bother you that your parents are with Pete?" Sirius asked. "No! I know they're polymers."

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Nirmal by @crazybutgood (2.8k, G).

postwar cho/padma. i ADORE this fic. there are literally LINKS to all the places and foods and songs mentioned, it’s an ENTIRE immersive multimedia experience in 3k words - a beautiful and horrendously underappreciated fic, imo.

hawa paani ka badlaav hona chahiye—A change in atmosphere is often needed to improve one's health or state of mind. Literally, a change in the winds, and the water. Parvati quoted that saying to us one evening last month, suggesting that it would be good for Cho and me. My parents knew that I had been with Cho for just over a year then, and welcomed her to stay with us after the Battle … Cho actually looked interested at the idea and suggested our home countries for a month each. And so, we’re currently visiting Mumbai first, staying in a Muggle area at my Muggle maushi’s place, in July—during the monsoon season.

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a heart the size of jupiter (a smile like the sun) by gghostish (300 words, G, no archive warnings).

linny, epileptic luna lovegood. such a lovely achy hurty little thing ❤️

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métamorphoses by @venom0usbarbie (5k, M). The blood curse took her grandmother. And now, she has to pay the piper if she doesn't want it to take her too.

astoria greengrass-centric, astoria & hermione (gen/possible pre-relationship). this fic wow. where do i begin!! the descriptive writing. the angsty family feels. the way barbie writes the blurring of thoughts and feelings and emotions into physical sensations is harrowingly good. check out everything else by her if you liked this, her style is inimitable.

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wood-rush and wildflowers by @nanneramma (500 words, G). Lily has a secret, and it's time to tell Petunia.

wonderful little canon compliant alternate character POV vignette, gorgeous writing. also reccing this horrorific pansy/tom (ad te omnis caro veniet, 1.3k, M), this gorgeously sad canon-compliant alice & neville (gaps, 300, G), and every single one of nan’s summer femslash double drabbles!

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covered in your ivy by @girl-with-goats (1.5k, M).

smutty BDSM remus/lily with planty metaphors that just work so well for this pairing!

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I Always Underestimate You by @patriceavril (10k, M).

sirius & lily friendship! multi-era, canon compliant, sirius/mary and jily. i love the way patrice characterizes this friendship -- it’s not always easy, and that’s why it feels so earned!

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Madam Smith by @lumosatnight (200 words, G). HOKEY/WINKY! SO charming and sweet and lovely and fluffy.

A Bleak Midwinter by @bluesundaycake (500, T). A Fenrir Greyback character study. feel sorry for baby fenrir thank you bye <3

Pray by @krethes (300, T). A Hope Lupin character study. yes hello hi read and CRY WITH ME

The Prince's Poems by @inmyownlittlecorner5. seven poems, misc formats. this author writes the most enthralling snape, and making it poetry is just !!! unfair. such powerful writing in so few words.

#my fic recs #harry potter fanfiction #hp fics #fic rec list #hp rare pairs