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[kamitakes]

associating jūshirō with rivers and lakes is one of my favorite meta things i've done here. the imagery is so much fun to play with. because on one hand, the stillness or slow movement of water invokes self reflection, calmness, peace. but on the other hand, there's still a destructive and deadly element to both that can't be overlooked. a strong enough current or large waves induced by a storm is all it takes to sink ships and cause people to drown

[mxlktxa]

birthday girl

moder!au pairing; ellie williams x fem!reader cw; language, (brief) 18+ content , alcohol use, modern!au, (brief) underage drinking (reader is turning 20, while ellie is 22) an; i only did this cuz my bday was yesterday (may 5th) ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹▫◃ ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ

I placed my keys and bag right at the front door, leaning against the front door to mentally prepare myself for whatever Ellie had planned for my birthday today.

"Ellie!" I called out, knowing she had to be somewhere in our shared apartment, "I'm home, Ellie!"

"Don't any of turn the lights on. Just come to the bedroom," her voice came from down the hall, exactly from our bedroom.

My legs carried me through the dim hall, passing by the closed bathroom, a bit annoyed as it looked as though she left the light on in there. Jesus, our utility bills are gonna be so fucking crazy, I can feel it.

"El?" I called out to her again, not seeing her anywhere in the room. Not because it was dark, there were a few candles lit in the bedroom, a bunch of different flower petals all over the floor and plenty more on the bed. On either side of the bed, there were an almost absurd amount of 'Happy Birthday!' balloons, which of course made me giggle at them.

"Hey, baby," Ellie kissed on the nape of my neck, a glass of wine entering my peripheral view on both sides of me, "happy birthday, gorgeous. Got you a drink."

"Ellie, I'm a minor," I joked, biting my lip and turning to face up at her. She rolled her eyes before handed me the drink anyways.

"Ugh, shut up and take the damn drink. No one's here to bust us."

"You're going to jail," I whispered, keeping eye contact with the woman in front of me as I took a sip from the cup handed to me. Ellie chuckled and did the same, her hand reaching for my waist and looking me up and down a few times.

"Why's the bathroom light on?"

"It's not."

"Then why's there light coming from beneath the-"

"One thing at time princess," Ellie chuckled, "Take these clothes off, I'll show you why the 'light' is on," Ellie took both our glasses, placing them on the nightstand on her side of the bed before coming back to me and slowly starting to strip.

"Oh, you were serious," I raised a brow, following her lead.

"Of course I was serious. Keep your bra and panties on though."

"Oh, but you can walk around without a bra on?"

"I have no fucking tits. What do I need to wear a bra for?"

I pouted at Ellie, tossing my shirt at her and unbuttoning my jeans, "whatever. Whore."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me, you whore," I giggled, putting my hands on her chest as she closed the distance between us, smirking and letting her hand latch onto my hips.

"I dare you to say it again."

"No. I'm good on that," I smiled up at her, doing my best to keep my eyes on her.

"Pussy," Ellie nodded, "take your pants off, let's go," the freckled woman, left to the bathroom without me which sent me into a bit of a panic and I nearly died taking my pants off.

After a little bit, I found Ellie bent over the bathtub, dumping a handful of bath salts into the bubbly water. I also noticed the candles on the sink, the toilet and the two front corner of the tub. On the mirror, the words 'one year left until you can buy alcohol... legally' was written in pink dry erase marker.

A giggle left me as Ellie turned to me and gently tugged at my undergarments, asking to peel them off me. I gave her the green light, watching as she kneeled down, a little too excited to undress me.

"You're so pretty, baby. So pretty."

"I know. You told me about eight million times today, Ellie."

"That's not enough."

"It is for me."

"Yeah, to you. Not me," Ellie tossed them to the side, standing up so she could undo my bra now, "I didn't know if you wanted a bubble bath or just bath salts so I did both for you. Get in, the water is boiling, just how you like it."

"Oh, how thoughtful," I scoffed, watching Ellie now completely undress herself and then help me in the tub with her. I took her hand, sitting in front of her and her behind me, of course.

Right off the bat, Ellie started massaging my back, leaving a trail of kisses every now and again. Her hands would sometimes find their way to my thighs or breasts but she would hesitantly pull away, replacing her lewd actions with kisses and more massages.

"Just do it, babe. I deserve it. Work was stressful and it's my birthday."

"Thank fuck," she huffed, instantly going to grope my tits and kiss the side of my neck, "I've been waiting way too long for you to get home."

"I can tell," I grinned at her comment, shutting my eyes while she had her little fun, "No ice cream cake?"

"It's in the freezer."

"Mmm, we're not lighting it tonight are we?"

"Definitely not, sweetheart," Ellie huffed, biting down my shoulder and moving her hands down to my thighs, kneading them like dough, "fuck, I missed you all day, you don't understand. My favorite birthday girl."

I wanted to respond, truly but Ellie was dipping her toe into an exhilarating trance and I followed right beside her. Her little grunts and groans were not helping either of us leave this rapture. Her long fingers had slipped inside of me, sending a shiver down my back and a soft gasp leaving me. I could feel her lips curl into a grin on my shoulder. Ellie was definitely going to start acting like a dickhead, she was already too far in. That was until we were startled by a knock on the door.

"The fuck?" we spoke in sync, Ellie hugging me close to her rather than attempting to move, "did you invite anyone over?" I muttered, removing her hands and getting out of the tub.

"No. Dina, Joel, and Jesse said they'd come over but I told them not to."

"You know they don't listen to anyone, damn it," I rolled my eyes, handing Ellie a towel as she stepped out after me and went to the room, I assumed to get us robes.

"I'm sorry. I was truing to give you a good birthday present. But these jackasses-."

"Minus Joel!" I cut Ellie off, punching her shoulder and pulling her away from the closet so I could look through it.

"Fucking, excuse you!" Ellie laughed, damn near putting me in a head lock as she walked me to the bed, "Don't be a little shit! Your birthday doesn't exclude me beating your ass!"

I squealed a bit before getting out of her grasp and crawling on the bed. Ellie climbed on top of me, starting to playfully land some punches on me.

"Stop it! I'm cold, it's cold! Get me a robe, Ellie, please, I'm sorry!" I yelped, blocking her and kicking my feet in the air.

"Say you're sorry! Admit you were wrong!"

"Okay, okay! I'm sorry! I was in the wrong, now get me some clothes, I'm freezing!"

We lied on the bed laughing for a bit before Ellie got up, finding me some lacey underclothing, shorts and one of her tops and jackets. I quickly got dressed so I could watch her get dressed.

"Go blow out the candles, drain the tub. I'm gonna open the door."

"Are you forgetting something?" I backed my ass into Ellie's hip, glancing back at her as she raised a brow at me actions. Her hand raised slightly then came down harshly, leaving a crazy sting on a single cheek.

"Nope! No, complaints! Go do what you were told," Ellie spoke as I opened my mouth to cry about how hard she had spanked me, "I'll kiss it after they leave. But the longer you take to blow out those candles-."

"The longer it's gonna take for things to go my way, yeah, yeah, yeah."

"Atta girl," Ellie chuckled, kissing my forehead before going to blow out the candles lit in our room then leaving to open the front door.

Fuck Jesse and Dina. Love Joel, of course. He gets a pass.

[arcane-abomination]

There’s lots of Witchcraft within our modern times that can be done online. Especially mobile. Many people have a phone even if they don’t have a computer. This makes carrying a digital grimoire and/or secret craft a lot easier. Yet there are some, that still struggle with finding some good resources. So this post is made for just that.

Keep in mind that everything is meant primarily for phones, since that’s the most common thread among digital Witchcraft.

Free Apps

⚜️ TimePassages: An app for astrology lovers! It has a moon tracker as well as daily horoscope (if you’re into that) but one of the best features is its extensive and detailed birth chart information. It includes a birth chart wheel and all its aspects. It’s a great source for working with planetary energies within and without the self. It’s an all around great app.

⚜️ Rock Identifier - Stone ID: There are several apps that claim to identify stones and Crystals but this is the highest rated and the one I enjoy the most. It not only identifies the stone but can offer a bit of info on some of the beliefs around that stones energy.

⚜️ About Herbs: This is a wonderful app that doesn’t get enough love. It’s an app that discusses medicinal advantages and disadvantages of various plants. They are presented by the Memorial Sloan Kettering cancer center, and provide links to the research to back up their claims. They also make it clear that they are for informational purposes and not to self diagnose, or self medicate without proper treatments from your doctor. They are a wonderful app for those who prefer herbal medicine.

Web Sites

⚜️ Divination:

Tarot: This website sells their decks but also gives free single card draws for all of them. What’s great about it is that while tarot does have basic meanings they all share, the artwork on each deck plays a significant role in each meaning, making the reading far more unique then the average deck

Runes: A fairly simple and easy to use rune generator. They offer several spreads as well as the history behind the practice and meanings on each rune.

⚜️ Sigil Generators: Each website offers a different style to the sigils they create. Each as well has a downloadable feature for those sigils you make.

Sigil Engine

Psychic Science

Sigil Scribe

⚜️ Digital Altars: Digital altars can play an important role for the TechnoPagan. So these are some makers that you can use to make your own.

Picrew

Spells8

Text Symbols

These easily copy and pasted symbols are great for digital spell work and rituals.

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⚜️ Ogham: ᚁ ᚂ ᚃ ᚄ ᚅ ᚆ ᚇ ᚈ ᚉ ᚊ ᚋ ᚌ ᚍ ᚎ ᚏ ᚐ ᚑ ᚒ ᚓ ᚔ ᚕ ᚖ ᚗᚘ ᚙ ᚚ ᚛ ᚜

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[ex-textura]

oh boy! Thank you @miradelletarot for the tag! This is going to be fun (once i decide who to do it with sdfasklfhjs)

I'm unsure who has done this one and who hasn't soooo.... if you see this, and want to, this is me tagging you!

BASICS

Full name: Ilztaufein (formerly of house Melarn, though he dropped that when he changed his name)

Gender: Male (He/Him)

Sexuality: Bi, but he's got some...hangups about women.

Background: Noble

Class: Divination Wizard

OTHER

Birthplace: Ched Nasad

Profession: Information broker for Bregan D'aerthe

Phobias: Not really a phobia, but he has a hate for spiders.

Guilty pleasures: Does it count if he's not guilty about anything ever? He loves gossip and is really bad for sticking his nose where it doesn't belong. He also loves really bad smutty fiction.

Hobbies: Reading, studying, gossiping.

MORALS

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Sins: ahahahahaha. All of them!? ▫ He's prideful (he knows he's gorgeous and he knows he's powerful, even if maybe he thinks he's hotter shit than he actually is) ▫ He's greedy (power, people, fame, money. Whatever it is, he wants it) ▫ He's not the most wrathful but WHEN HE GETS HIS HANDS ON MYSTRA ISTG (also he's a big bitch about it) ▫ He's envious of the gods, for hoarding all their power. He's envious of drow women and their power over the underdark. He's envious of Mystra for still having literally ANY of Gale's attention EVER. ▫ Lust. I mean. The fantasies of Gale alone would be damning but when he finally gets his hands on his powerful little human oh my god. He's not terribly gluttonous or slothful but that's mostly on account of all the vanity.

Virtues: All that said, he's not evil. He helps people who need it, he works for the greater good at the end of the day. He gives freely of his time and knowledge (even if okay sometimes he bitches a little about having to go out of his way he's working on it okay?). He works hard, he studies and practices and hones his skills daily, he's fastidiously clean, he's absolutely loyal to a fault and he loves fully.

THIS OR THAT

Introvert / Extrovert

Organized / Disorganized

Close-minded / Open-minded

Calm / Anxious / Restless

Disagreeable / Agreeable / In between

Cautious / Reckless / In between

Patient / Impatient / In between

Outspoken / Reserved / In between

Leader / Follower / Flexible

Empathetic / Unempathetic / In between

Optimist / Pessimist / Realist

Traditional / Modern / In between

Hard-working / Lazy

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

OTP: Ilztaufein/Gale (gotta come up with ship names)

Acceptable Ships: He's desperately loyal to Gale. He worships the ground he walks on. That said, he has slept with Astarion.

OT3: n/a

Brotp: Izzy and Astarion and two peas in a pod, even if Ilztaufein gives him so much shit for his red eyes and white hair ("Little faerie thinks he's a mighty drow how quaint~!").

Notp: Absolutely not Mystra, nor any followers of lolth.

BACKSTORY

Ilztaufein was born in Ched Nasad and spent the first half century of his life there before it fell to ruin. There he studied to be a wizard and took to divination magic like a fish to water. It was during his studies that he got a vision of the destruction of Ched Nasad, and so to save his own skin he quietly ran before he could be caught in the crossfire. He spent some time travelling the underdark, changing his name and hiding from settlements for fear of being found out and killed for his cowardice, until he came upon and was recruited into Bregan D'aerthe. Shortly after joining the mercenary group he ventured to the surface for the first time and was absolutely blown away by the different peoples and cultures he found there. He tentatively began to learn about Eilistraee, and though he never became a true devout follower it helped him come to terms with his animosity toward more lolth-leaning drow. He learned more surface languages, started enjoying their food and music, and eventually got himself a more permanent position gathering and trading information to and from the surface. That's when he was captured by the illithid; on the surface, haggling with a food vendor on the side of the road just outside Waterdeep.

At first, the abduction was a horrible inconvenience. He had work to do and no interest in making friends with a bunch of (scary powerful) women, a goody-two-shoes hero and some fop of a surface elf. At least there was the wizard, a kindred spirit who understood the importance of a strong mind and lively debate. And ambition.

[eat-yourheart]

Alpha and Second

This is a repost because I was unhappy with the previous version and had to rewrite it. This is the first fic with my whump OCs that I used to explore their dynamic through a 'day in the life'.

A summary of the overarching plot: Alpha and Second are werewolves in a modern-day world where wolves have just begun to live and mingle with humans within the past 50-60 years. They currently live in a city area in Britain. 'Alpha' is very much against this notion and believes that wolves should still be living in the pack lifestyle out in the wild, as far away from discriminatory and violent humans as possible. She's considered a 'radical' in her ideals, and therefore was rejected from the majority of packs in her area. She formed the beginnings of a pack with her boyfriend, 'Second,' who, with her influence, has long since stopped using his human name. Alpha is a drug dealer in order to save up large sums of money to move them to the USA to run away into one of the national parks. This is highly unrealistic, and it is not feasible to survive out there with their human half's needs. But she is dead-set and convinced, so therefore, Second is too. This is not an A/B/O universe related story, rather, in this world, werewolves of the modern era tend to pack the way that captive wolves do. Rather than the traditional family groups from ye olden days, they are gathered as a group of otherwise strangers or friends under the leadership and care of an 'Alpha' figure.

CW: drugs, opiate use, cocaine use, abusive relationship, female abuser, fantasy discrimination (human's treating werewolves poorly), dehumanization, manipulation

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A door slams, disrupting the quiet haze of the house, and Second startles awake in Alpha's nest. It's very early in the morning, and the spotty sunlight makes him squint. Her footsteps go about halfway down the hall and stop, and Second buries himself in the blankets, pushing fear down his throat with his tongue, resisting the urge to shift into his wolf form in the hopes of his scent calming her. He hears her growling and muttering to herself in the hall and the sound of her throwing her clothes off. His heartbeat thumps within him twice as hard as clammy sweat rolls down his palms, his overgrown nails digging into Alpha's blankets at the thought of her confronting him in her wolf form. It always hurts so much worse.

The door opens, and she is in her human skin, her silver eyes glimmering at him. "Alpha," he whispers, more of an acknowledgment than a question. She isn't listening, and when she moves onto him, it's as swift as any alpha's fighting should be. She swipes him out of the bed, and he topples onto the floor with a yelp, half shifting in his panic, his bones groaning along with him. She draws him up by the throat and slaps him in the face before biting into his shoulder. He screams and presses at her chest as she whips her head around, tearing at his skin. She isn't even growling, just silently ripping at him. His instincts paralyze him as she forces submission through him down to his bones. He can't fight back against her, just laying limp and trying to bear his neck and appeal to her.

She grabs at the hands pressed to her, and her nails rip at them. Her eyes lose the fog over them as they flit over the bare, bleeding skin before her. His neck is fully bared, his eyes closed desperately. It soothes her, and she chuffs then takes a breath, stilling herself. "Second," she mutters, and he looks at her. She leans down and licks at his wounds, apologizing.

"It’s- it's okay, Alpha," he breathes, wiping his tears away as his jaw trembles faintly.

"Humans. Infuriating pieces of shit." Alpha kicks the bedside, her teeth shining in the sunlight.

"I know," Second agrees, nodding his head and shakily sitting up when she allows him. "Just come to the nest, lay down. We can-"

"No!" she growls, and he whines and flinches back from her with wide eyes. "It will only be fixed once we get out of here. I need to get out of here!" She stands suddenly, pacing the territory of her nest and rubbing at her temples, her teeth bared at nothing. She’s growing more and more restless the longer her escape is dangled in front of her on a string.

"Alpha," he says, quiet voice trying to soothe her, looking at the floor, not commanding, just suggesting. "Your selling is going well, and we- We’ll be gone. Gone far away, soon. We're close to it, you said." Truthfully Second doesn’t have any clue what funds they have right now, and she will certainly not clarify.

"Not close enough. I hate dealing to humans," she spits, biting her teeth on the words. "They're worse than wolf druggies, fucking disgusting things."

Second looks at the floor, his knees curled to his chest and hands rubbing at his calves. "Speaking of," he says, clearing his throat and rubbing at his quickly bruising cheek. Her eyes meet his nervous golden ones, and he looks at the floor as he continues. "Did you bring any for me today...?"

Alpha takes another breath and finally fully relaxes, the sight of him cowering comforting her a surprising amount. The rage drips off of her like wax and her face softens to him. "Of course I brought your medicine, sweetie." She steps into the hall and picks up her pants, cursing and rooting through the pockets until she finds a prescription pill bottle labeled 'diazepam' and a small baggie with white oval shaped pills. She steps back into his space and hands the bottle to him. "I even was able to get both this time, pup."

Second's demeanor instantly brightens, and he takes the bottle, immediately taking two of the pills dry. He sighs with relief, carding a hand through his sweaty hair. It's been about a week since he's had anything, and the shaking, puking, and all else has become unbearable. Alpha takes one of the pills in the bag. Her mellow scent of pine and lake water is already constantly poisoned and polluted to mud by the smell of the chemicals in the drugs, and it clouds even more as the pill settles in her stomach. As for Second, his scent is so run through with drugs and chemicals that even Alpha has trouble with recognizing his scent, the smell of blueberries and golden-brown baked goods is all but gone.

Second has leaned back against the wall, rubbing at the scabbing blood of the bite in his shoulder, a bruise forming on the side of his face where he was slapped. He traces his fingers on the bite, almost lovingly, reverently. The pain is never good, but his Alpha left that mark - so it must mean something, it must be a gift from her. It just has to be. His eyes are slowly hazing over, and he breathes out a frightfully exhausted sounding sigh, the chemical kitchen frying his brain.

"Second," he hears her voice call to him, wavering in the air around him, and he turns to see her in their nest, reaching for him, all glowing silver eyes and breathtaking dark hair. Second stands shakily and plants himself into her arms, a soft whine catching in his throat as he tries to not seem needy. He presses his head under her chin, scenting her, and she does the same to him, the mix of chemicals coagulating in the air and in their noses. Alpha breathes it in deep anyway, tasting it as the scent rolls over her tongue.

"Everything will be so much better once we get out of here," she hums, her voice far too calm, somewhere far away from Second, from their bed. "The trees and the dirt and the fresh air; it's where wolves are meant to be. Not anywhere near these fucking poor excuses for animals." Alpha's eyes shut, and the memories of being hit and spat at just for existing in public wash over her, fueling her anger, muted by opiates. A rock is thrown at her face; she bites at it, even though it does not exist here in this time and place.

"It will be better," Second agrees, squeezing her soft naked form in his arms, her skin thin and yet so tough to the world beneath his hold. Once we're out there, you won't have a reason to hit me, he thinks. Once we're there, you won't be angry anymore.

They are resting in a semi-warm silence when there is knocking on the front door. Alpha growls loud and snaps out a short barking sound. She shoves Second off of her and steps into the hall, throwing her clothes back on hastily.

The door opens to one of her fellow dealers in the wolf circles, the irritation in her look falling away slightly. "Oh, Noah,” she blinks at him hazily. She hadn’t expected him to be out of prison yet. Has it really been that long? Is she losing that much time to the stress? “What are you doing here?"

"Hey Irene," he says, his gaze playfully shifting around to see if anyone may be watching. He glimmers at her happily, his brown eyes reflecting the sun at her like he’s the happiest pup in the world. "We just got a shipment in, I was wonderin' if you were low on anything an' needed a fill-up." He has a thick Northern accent, thicker than hers, that rumbles in his chest. He speaks about drugs like it’s dinner table conversation. "Was also wonderin' how the plans are going," he adds, a biting disbelief in his voice.

Alpha sighs, closing her eyes for a moment as her drugged brain fights to keep up with him. "I do need to fill up on some inventory, but not now now. Don't you have an addiction program you should be doing? I t’ought your parole weren't flexible on that end." She itches at her neck and tries not to bare her teeth, not fond of how other Northerners always make her accent rear it’s head even harder.

Noah laughs, his long canines poking from under his lip. "’Parole,’ nah mate, whatever, my pack will lie for me."

"Fresh out and already in another pack?" Alpha says, leaning on the door frame and finding something more interesting to watch, such as the sunlight playing on the patio, or hell, even a gnat flying by if she’s lucky.

"Ah, yeah, you know how scents like mine are irresistible!" Noah's chest puffs out and Alpha rolls her eyes with a small bewildered smile as he lets out a bit of his fresh, natural scent of tree bark and sage. "I'm like a magnet for packs, they all want me in the mix."

"Uh huh, whatever Noah. Was the inventory all you needed to tell me? We have a meeting with everyone in a week so I don't know why you came over."

"Maybe I just missed yer stupid face, Irene, is that too much?"

"I'm kind of distracted as of late, Noah."

Noah chuffs and runs a hand over his blonde-tipped braids. "Well, 'scuse me, I just figured we-"

"We're still friends, yes, obviously. But you know I've got more important goals right now.” She clucks her tongue at him and runs a hand down her yellow-grey face. “I need to go lay down, okay? Had a late night."

Noah deflates on her patio, rubbing the back of his neck. "Just don't get so bloody obsessed over it, s'all, yeah? Take that boyfriend of yours out and have drinks with my pack sometime."

"Maybe," she lies. "Bye now, Noah."

The door closes on his dejected face and she stares at the back of the door with her teeth bared until his scent retreats. She sucks in air sharply, but the tenseness of her shoulders won't leave. She shakes out her hands and growls loudly, pacing, pacing, even if her territory isn’t in danger, she needs out, out, out, she needs-

"Alpha, who was that? Are you okay?" Second is at the corner of the hall that leads into the kitchen, his eyes raking over her nervously.

"Fine," she spits. "Just need to medicate." She stalks past him, her shoulder nearly bumping him as she restrains herself from hitting him just for being near her. "Cook me something," she mutters as she passes.

Second sucks down oxygen finally once she's entered the bedroom, his hackles raised by her strained and angry demeanor. He swallows heavily, his spit thick with hunger and thirst, and shakily stumbles to the fridge. Maybe he should eat. He's still so floaty and far away, but surely he can handle cooking. When he grabs through the air his hands feel far from his body, but he manages to open the small door and glances over the meager amounts of food left for him to use. There's meat, though, pork, and some barbecue sauce. He perks up a bit as the thought of hot food passes by his head like a cartoonish floating pie – as a bonus it will improve Alpha’s mood as well, or so he hopes. He tries to grab the pack of meat and misses, having to shake his head out with a tiny growl and try again.

He manages to set up the crock pot fine and sets the meat cooking in the sauce and some salt and pepper he managed to find in the cabinets. He sits at the table to wait, his head in his arms. Time passes like spoiled milk in texture, slow and thick with a hint of sourness that never leaves him. After several, or maybe just a few, moments, his shoulder burns with pain from the wound and with a breath to steel himself, he goes to the bathroom to at least try and clean it up.

The first aid kit is on its bare bones content wise, but there's antiseptic cream and bandages. His hands are shaking so much, and he keeps slipping as he tries to set the bandages right despite the awkward angle. Shaking out his head again, he tries to ground himself, leaning his hands against the sink, looking down at the porcelain. His foggy gaze traces up to the mirror, beholding himself in all his glory.

It's been hard to recognize that person in the glass lately. He still has golden eyes, at least. But he's so, so thin, and there are dark circles under his eyes even without the bruises. There are a few brown and yellow healing ones on his forehead and arms, making a collage of color with the new bright purple and red one blooming on his cheek and eye. His cheeks are a bit sunken, he notes while his eyes rest there, and he can see the ribs in his chest. His hair is still a bit dyed on the top – the one full piece of ‘himself’ he still insists on clinging to. The blonde is starting to grow out, though. He doesn't know if Alpha will budget in hair dye. With the fiftieth sigh of the day he closes his eyes to the bright lights of the bathroom.

In the yellow tinted light and slight grime of his home, Second goes back to bandaging, looking at himself having grounded him. He's able to wrap it properly this time, ending up having to go around his chest in order to secure it. I really look beaten up now, he chuckles to himself humorlessly, brushing his bangs out of his face.

It took a good hour to clean himself up, apparently, because the egg timer on the stove begins to go off as he stumbles back into the kitchen. The pork is soft and nice, and he smiles as he takes in the good scents, turning them over in his mind, proud of himself. The food smells divine to his hungry self, though it may just be the ever-good scent of barbecue.

"Alpha?" he calls, knocking on and opening the door to the dim bedroom. She's nearly limp on the bed, and her scent reeks. His nose wrinkles up and he clears his throat to hide a cough. "I'm done with the food, if you want me to bring it to you?” He steps into the room and walks over to her. The bedside table has a remnant of white powder and a rolled-up piece of paper, and Second wrings his hands. The cold sweat is clinging to his skin again as he wishes it were fur, out there in the wild like she says.

Alpha's pupils are wide, but she looks at him, smelling the air as though just processing his presence. She's on high alert despite that, and her hand shoots out to grab his arm, too tight, too tight.

"Sec- second," she grumbles. "What're you doing?"

"I cooked? L-like you asked?" He can feel his breath picking up in speed, teeth growing in his mouth as his survival mechanisms kick in and topple him wolfward.

"Cooked.” She blinks at him, slow, as her expression furls as if confused. “What?"

"There was pork, made- made barbecue," he says, resting a hand on her own as he tries to stay calm.

Alpha stands up, not letting go of his arm and pulling him along with her to the kitchen. Second stumbles with her with a soft yelp, heart pounding. Her hand releases him, and Second can feel another bruise forming on top of an old one. She approaches the crock pot, and she smells at it, eyes closed as she opens her mouth to let the scent in.

"Ha. Seems good, pup. Seems-" Alpha leans over suddenly with a groan, supporting herself on the kitchen counter. "Ugh, feel sick, fuck me." With a sudden belting of a laugh, she stands straight. She keeps shaking her hands out, eyes flitting around. "Serve me some," she snaps, stumbling to sit at the table.

Second jumps to action instantly, pulling down a plate with trembling hands, fumbling and cursing at himself.

"Calm down," she laughs.

"Sorry, sorry- Feel anxious, Alpha."

Alpha sighs languidly and, still in her pants from answering the door, she pulls the bag of white pills out. "Here, medicate. My sweet dumb thing."

Second nods and takes a pill from her. "What is it?" he asks only after swallowing it.

"Vicodin," she says. "Serve me, Second."

"Right, yes Alpha." Second prepares her plate and sets it in front of her, the pork being put onto slices of bread for her. Second shifts in place as his nakedness begins to embarrass him, at the dinner table like this. He's used to being naked, but he always feels so awkward whenever she's wearing clothes and he isn't. He hopes that he can put some clothes on before he sits down. “I might- might put some pants on. Can I have some when I’m back?"

Alpha snorts out a laugh, her teeth baring at him, her eyes sizing him up in a nonsensical disbelief. "'Can you have some,' did I tell you to make it for yourself, or me?" Second freezes, silent. "Answer me," she snaps.

"You said- you said to prepare it for you, but I-"

"That's right, dumb bastard, god," she groans heavily and stands, getting in his face. "You are such an entitled dog, Second. What do you think you've even done to earn food tonight?" She's smiling, uncanny and angry.

"I- I don't know? I'm sorry Alpha, I didn’t mean to- to upset you, I’m stupid-“

"Fucking right you are." Her hand grabs at his chin, a movement she makes commonly, and she pulls back his lip to look at his fangs, sizing him up as though he’s challenged her somehow. She's so small for a woman, but so big in Second's mind, and he begins to tremble. She blinks and pauses, before laughing. "What, are you scared? You're scared of me all of a sudden?!"

"No! No, ma'am, promise, I'm sorry, I can-"

"You can what? You can't do anything - I got you your drugs even though it loses me money, I get you everything you need- I give and give and give to you! All you do is take and then try to make me feel bad about it!"

"Alpha, Alpha, you just- j-just need to medicate. It's okay, I-"

"Don't tell me what to do," she growls, beginning to push him backward. His eyes flit to the cold concrete prison of the basement as the door looms behind him, the place he tries to push out of his mind the moment he’s out.

"Alpha," he whines, desperate, "Please, let's just go to our nest. Let's just lay down, and you can medicate again, okay?" he begs, trying to smile at her and calm her down, not crying yet by only a thread.

Alpha growls, deep in her throat, and it makes him silent immediately, baring his neck to her and closing his eyes. She snaps her teeth near his throat, and he whimpers. "No, you don't get the nest tonight, you don't get food, you don't get shite." She swings him to the side by the hold she has on his chin, opens the basement door, and points down the wood stairs. "Get,” she spits, the white of her teeth flashing at him and freezing him to the floor beneath his feet.

"Please, please, can we just go to bed? I want- I just want to go to bed." His mind is fogging over more and more from the newer opioid in his body taking effect, and he touches his face, feeling himself crying at last. Alpha glares at him hard, her teeth gritting as she stares sightlessly at his tears. She reaches up and grabs his hair, and he limply lets his alpha drag him where she wants.

She pushes him, and he falls down the stairs halfway, catching himself with a gasp and stopping his fall. "Please," he cries up to her. "Please, can we just go lay down, Alpha-"

The door slams, and Second hears her turn the lock and then stalk away to their bed. He curls in on himself on the stairs, panting as he silently cries and shivers. He can never do enough. He can never make her happy. He bites his knuckle, breathing heavily. She's right, probably. Alphas are always right. He deserves to be down here, alone and useless as he always proves to be.

It's dark in the basement despite it only being the early evening, as there is only one high window in the back corner. There is, however, a dog bed and a blanket in that corner, placed there for him specifically. Second slumps over, but then his body slumps even further, molding and reshaping his skeleton as he shifts fully into a wolf. His fur shines a deep brown with light patches on his chest and a few scars where fur will not grow. His yellow eyes glimmer forlornly in the darkness, and he puffs out a tired breath, walking to the bed.

Upstairs, Alpha has done another line, maybe two, but she wouldn't admit to using so much of her own supply. About half past ten, she starts to come down, and with that comes the awful feeling of guilt that she's hurt her second.

Alpha gets up and gets dressed, ties up her dark hair to look as put-together as she can to go out. Her face is sallow and exhausted as she tugs at it in the mirror, but she looks at least slightly decent. She hates feeling guilty, so she always goes to get him a treat after hurting him like that. She walks quickly in the dark to the closest petrol station and dings inside the door. The cashier wrinkles their nose at the smell of a wolf - flattened, earthy, and just animal-like with no nuances to humans - not hiding a grossed out "ugh" as she walks to the 'employees only' door to hide as long as possible. Alpha grits her teeth and pulls up the hood of her jacket.

She looks among the shelves and ends up picking out a bag of chicken jerky and a packaged pastry. She's walking up to the counter to wait for the cashier to decide keeping her job is more important than hating wolves when she's stopped by a shelf of trinkets. Neither her nor Second are smokers, but there's a lighter with a gold floral design that flows into the shape of a howling wolf that pauses her, staring at it. It's a useless purchase, but it might make him forgive her so she can stop feeling this disgusting guilt.

She ends up buying it, tensely exchanging pounds with a human that will barely get near her hands, as though she’s a lepper and not just a lycan. It will get better once they're in the woods, once they're living like wolves, like they're meant to. She fiddles with the gift in her hands as she walks home, flipping it and letting the warm fire flicker it’s reflection in her eyes. Things had better get better out there. They just have to.

Second wakes up with the gifts set beside his bed and the basement door unlocked. And he does forgive her, because there isn't any other option. He just... has to.

[rgue]

skunk brat ... ↷。 ▫     ░ modern looks.

[lovingpromise]

Დ ▫ Alice Liddell

BASICS.

Full Name | Alice Pleasance Liddell Nickname | Just Alice Birthday | Pending. Victorian Era. Age | 16-18 (default), 7 (1st Visit to Wonderland), Early to Mid 20s (adult verses) Gender | Cis Female (She/Her) Orientation | Pansexual Nationality | British Ethnicity | Caucasian Species | Human Language | English, French (tiny bit) Occupation | None. Teacher in modern verse.

PHYSICAL.

Eye Color | Blue Hair Color | Blonde Height | 5' 4" Skin Markings | N/A Face Claims | Dakota Fanning (child), Ellie Fanning (teen), Amanda Seyfried (adult)

MEDICAL.

Mental | Pending. Physical | Pending. Phobias | Pending. Eyesight | Pending. Vices | Pending.

CHARACTER.

Zodiac | Pending. Alignment | Neutral Good Strengths | Pending. Weaknesses | Pending. Skills | Pending. Abilities | N/A

BACKGROUND.

Birthplace | Oxford, England Current Home | Verse Dependent Headcanons | Links will be here

The Liddell Family is an upper-class family in Victorian England. They hold no titles, but they are a part of the landed gentry. Mr. Liddell married for love (he was a bit of a romantic) and Mrs. Liddell married for reputation (though she did love him, she is simply more of a realist). They had three children. Margaret was born first, next was their son, and lastly Alice.

Alice was born five years after her brother. Of all three children, she was the most like their father and, as she was the youngest, he spoiled her. When he wasn’t busy with other matters, he would tell her stories or they would make up some together. The more impossible the better. Her mother would say that he filled her head with nonsense, but he would say that there was nothing better than a head filled with nonsense.

Her father died when she was 5, and it hit the whole family extremely hard. Their mother suffered the most. While she had allowed the whimsy of her husband when he was alive, with him gone she could no longer stand it. She grew harder on her children and expected more from them. She did not want them to be like their father.

Alice, unlike Margaret and her brother, did not fit into the mold that her mother tried to squeeze her into. She rebelled, though not out of spite, but because it was her nature. Her rebellion was mostly in small ways: not wearing her corset, sneaking away to lay with the flowers, and often having her head in the clouds.

Alice loves her family, but of them all, she is closest to her older sister Margaret. Despite the fact that the two differ in personality, their bond as sisters is very strong.

Alice was 7 years old when she first followed the white rabbit into Wonderland. She turned 10 when she visited through the looking glass. And since then she has been in and out of wonderland.

Alice’s biggest trait no matter her age is her curiosity. Something she received from her father. Oftentimes it can lead her into trouble, but it almost always leads to an adventure of sorts.

RELATIONSHIPS.

Mother | Mrs. Liddell (Birth Mother) Father | Mr. Liddell (Birth Father) Siblings | Margaret Liddell (sister), unnamed brother Other Family | N/A Significant Other | N/A Children | N/A Pets | Dinah

VERSES.

Verse Name | Pending.

[amalteaah]

𝕣ⅈ𝕥ꪊꪖꪶડ

∙∙·▫▫ᵒᴼᵒ▫ₒₒ▫ᵒᴼᵒ▫ₒₒ

photography

2022

jury’s top pick and one of two winning photos from the “rituals” exhibition that took place in glasgow in november 2022.

this photo references classical/romantic art, poses amd structure while featuring a modern object, a hash brown, an item of food I have been having every day for breakfast for years, hence fitting into the rituals theme.

[peachypenguinkeen]

Modern Girl In Middle Earth Fanfic Recs

I love a good Modern Girl In Middle Earth fic, so here are some recommendations. All of these fics are on Ao3.

🔳Nothing Gold Can Stay By getoffmyrichard🔳

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27409063/chapters/66992233

Summary: A young woman is turned into an elf child, and struggles as memories of the past keep coming back. Takes place in the year 1005 of the Third Age. A found family fic. It's a very cute fic mainly focused on the OC and Erestor’s parent-child relationship. 

⚫Uncompleted work with 52 chapters and a part 2 with 7 chapters. Updates every other Monday.

Rating: General Audiences

Ships: Erestor/Glorfindel

🔳Oh, Son of A--- By StrivingArtist🔳

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3822802/chapters/8523700

Summary: A woman is sent to MiddleEarth with no explanation and no knowledge of the languages there other than what's in the movies. Needless to say she’s pissed and is going to keep Thorin’s company alive even if he’s a jerk who makes her curse in a way that makes sailors cry. Takes place during The Hobbit. A Fix-It fic. 

⚫Completed work with 37 chapters with a completed part 2 with 2 chapters.

Warning: The OC curses a LOT. There are also references to the weird side of fanfiction. There is also sexual content in later chapters. SUPER vulgar.

Rating: Mature

Ships: Fili/OFC ▪ Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield ▫ Kíli/Tauriel ▪ Dwalin/Ori ▫  Dwalin/Nori ▪

🔳Renacida By seeing_blue🔳

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17689715/chapters/41726621

Summary: A woman is sent to Middle Earth and is determined to get home. POC OFC. Some angst due to homesickness, typical Middle Earth things, and the OC’s past. Semi-Slow Burn mainly focuses on the friendship and love felt between characters. 

⚫Completed work with 43 chapters with an uncompleted part 2 that has 4 chapters.

Rating: Mature

Ships: Fili/OFC

I hope you enjoy it. Part 2 is coming soon. Happy readings!🤍

[realm-of-rosie]

💭 genshin impact masterlist :

▫ blog rules ▫ masterlist ▫

▫ ONE CHARACTER :

[ TARTAGLIA / CHILDE / AJAX ]

- Not Appropriate Language

[ KAEYA ALBERICH ]

- Home

[ XIAO ]

- How Does A Moment Last Forever

[ KAZUHA KAEDEHARA ]

- Goodbyes

[ Tohma / Thoma ]

- Chasing You

- Filipino Tohma

- Don't Forget About Yourself

[ ZHONGLI ]

- Checkmate

- Morax + Zhongli

- Fevers

[ VENTI ]

- Thinking About...

▫ MULTIPLE CHARACTERS :

- Hold My Hand! [ DILUC, CHILDE, KAZUHA ]

- Modern AU II [ XIAO, AETHER, KAZUHA ]

- Love Me! [ DILUC, CHILDE, ALBEDO ]

- Do Not Silence Your Tears II [ DILUC, XIAO ]

- Oddly Specific Scenarios [ CHILDE, ALBEDO, XIAO, ZHONGLI, KAEYA, VENTI ]

- Famous Last Words [ Kaeya, Childe, Venti ]

- A Loving Hand [ DILUC, CHILDE, XIAO ]

- Just A Little Dip [ ZHONGLI, KAEYA, CHILDE ]

- A Human's Desperation [ DILUC, KAEYA, ZHONGLI, TOHMA ]

- Random Scenarios [ CHILDE, TOHMA, KAEYA, ZHONGLI ]

- Milestones [ CHILDE, KAZUHA, DILUC ]

- Royalty AU [ XIAO, DILUC, KAZUHA, TOHMA, DILUC ]

- Hair Shenanigans [ ZHONGLI, KAEYA, TOHMA, CHILDE ]

- Filipino Headcanons [ MULTIPLE ]

- Sacrifices We All Make [ ZHONGLI, XIAO ]

- Restless [ ZHONGLI, KAEYA, TOHMA, AYATO ]

- Flowers for You [ DILUC, ZHONGLI, ALBEDO, DAINSLEIF, KAEYA, CHILDE, TOHMA, VENTI, XIAO, SCARAMOUCHE, KAZUHA, AYATO ]

- Softy Hours [ DILUC, TOHMA, AYATO, XIAO ]

- Fairy Forest [ ZHONGLI, VENTI, DILUC, AYAKA, TOHMA ]

- The Blessing of the Gods [ ZHONGLI, VENTI ]

- Thinking About... [ TOHMA, CHILDE ]

- The Voice of an Angel [ XIAO, ZHONGLI, ALBEDO, DILUC ]

- Oddly Specific Scenarios II [ SCARAMOUCHE, KAZUHA, TOHMA, GOROU ]

- Fairy Forest II [ DILUC, ALBEDO, GOROU, RAZOR, KAZUHA ]

[kaeyas-cookie]

Scaramouche Smut Recommendation

▫Male! Reader

Tags: Vibrators, Sex Toys under clothing, Soft scaramouche, Modern Teyvat

[lovingpromise]

Დ ▫ Sarah Diaz-Rivera

BASICS.

Full Name | Sarah Marcia Diaz-Rivera Nickname | Just Sarah Birthday | July 19th 1990 Age | Verse dependent but 15 (season 2) Gender | Cis Female (She/Her) Orientation | Demi-Sexual Nationality | Latina-American Ethnicity | Hispanic, Mexican and Spanish Decent Species | Human Language | English, Spanish Occupation | Pending.

PHYSICAL.

Eye Color | Brown Eyes Hair Color | Dark Brown almost Black Height | 5' 5" Skin Markings | N/A Face Claims | Selena Gomez

MEDICAL.

Mental | Extreme anxiety, prone to panic attacks that have the potential to lead to fainting. Easier to manage as she grows older. Physical | Pending. Phobias | Pending. Eyesight | Nearsighted Vices | Pending.

CHARACTER.

Zodiac | Cancer Alignment | Lawful Good Strengths | Pending. Weaknesses | Pending. Skills | Pending. Abilities | N/A

BACKGROUND.

Birthplace | Waynesville, North Carolina Current Home | Verse Dependent Headcanons | Links will be here

RELATIONSHIPS.

Mother | Marcia Rivera-Diaz (Birth Mother) Father | Carlos Eduardo Diaz-Narvaez (Birth Father) Siblings | N/A Other Family | Ana Navarez-Diaz (Paternal Grandmother), Eduardo Diaz-Rodriguez (Paternal Grandfather), the Cabin Group (found family) Significant Other | Pending. Children | Pending. Pets | Luna (Modern Verse)

VERSES.

Verse Name | Pending.

[oyprongs]

MULTICHAPTERS

▫︎ let's fall apart and start again (1/?) – rated m, modern au ▫︎ stage fright (2/2) – rated e, modern au

ONESHOTS

▫︎ i love you much (most beautiful darling) – rated g, canonverse ▫︎ slow motion in double time – rated t, modern au ▫︎ spare the rest for me – rated m, canonverse ▫︎ i would still be on my feet – rated t, canonverse ▫︎ A Slip of the Thumb – rated t, modern au ▫︎ barry, bond, and the blues – rated g, modern au ▫︎ A Cashmere Christmas Miracle – rated g, modern au

[karalanggengart]

Lampu Dinding

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[redsimmer-1996]

🏡 Alphabet Build Challenge 🏡 Letter A | The Sims 4 Speed Build |

Hello everyone

Today I bring you a building challenge, the alphabet build challenge, we are starting with the letter "A". I went for a more modern vibe because the letter "A" has a weird shape and the roof would probably be a problem so I decided to do a more modern house. 

You can find this build on the gallery under the name RedLover1996 or under #AlphabetBuildChallenge #RedSimmerABC #RedSimmerLetterA

▫Social Media▫ 

Origin ID: RedLover1996 

Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCrNRUJ80Jc9C65QEN3WdXkg

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/redsimmer/

[ashinagenichirou]

{ closed starter for @starvedwclf }

The birds sung as the first sign of the sun was peeking behind the mountains, giving off warmth wherever its rays touched. Its light peeking through the curtains that covered the windows to buildings and houses. People slowly began to wake from their slumber to start their days. Getting ready for work or to attend to classes.

Genichiro lived alone in the small house, few furniture was within as he didn't need much. Only the necessities really. Walking through the dark, still tired as he barely woke up from the alarm on his phone. He did his usual routine to get ready for work. Wearing a dark button up shirt and dress pants after he had cleaned himself up.

It was his week to open up the cafe he worked at. He was good at what he did, but as all things went, it got boring as it was repetitive. Same routine but a different day. Every start of the week.

The shop wasn't far from his home, making it convenient for him to walk there. Considering his height it didn't take long for him to get there. It was nice even that he would be alone for an hour or two. Until the others came around to clock in.

As he began prepping everything. Taking the sweets out put on display, organizing the ingredients to make drinks and more sweets if someone wanted more. During this, he felt as if eyes were on him. Turning to see if anyone was waiting for the open sign turned. But there was no one. Shaking his head he sighed heavily. It must have been the amount of horror movies he watched or heard.

Grabbing his phone, he leaned on the clean counter, scrolling through his music selections to play. Hoping that it would take his mind off of being watched.