#Cottage EMporium

[behindthecrowns]

York Cottage part. 2

York Cottage was George's creation. He furnished and decorated it, spending many hours with Maple's men choosing patterns for carpets and wallpapers. (Maples was a fashionable furniture emporium on Tottenham Court Road.) The rooms were small and dark. George's study faced north, and laurels pressed against the windows shutting out the light. The walls were covered with the red cloth used for making the trousers of French private soldiers, and were hung with reproductions of Royal Academy pictures. No one could have guessed that George was heir to one of the world's greatest art collections.

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Alastor in wonderland

Chapter 6

Chapter Five: Lost and Found

In the depths of Hell, a cursed little cat version of Alastor, affectionately known as Cursed Cat Alastor, sat perched on the edge of a very large hole within the V tower. His tiny frame trembled as he meowed plaintively, hoping for a response from his owner. But the silence that greeted him only deepened his sense of unease.

With a determined flick of his tail, Cursed Cat Alastor made his way back through the winding corridors of the V tower, his whiskers twitching with concern. He knew he needed help to find his beloved owner, so he sought out Rosie, the wise and resourceful Overlord who had once been a dear friend to Alastor.

Entering Rosie's Emporium, Cursed Cat Alastor was greeted warmly by Rosie, who immediately sensed the cat's distress. As she listened to his mewling, Rosie's brow furrowed with worry. Where could Alastor be?Realizing that she needed to take action, Rosie made a decision. With Cursed Cat Alastor in tow, she set out on a quest to find Alastor, determined to uncover the truth of his disappearance.

Meanwhile, in the heart of Wonderland, Alastor emerged from the dense forest, his eyes fixed on a tiny cottage in the distance. Intrigued by the sight, he quickened his pace, eager to explore this new discovery.

As he drew closer to the cottage, Alastor's curiosity deepened. What mysteries awaited him within its walls? With each step, he felt a strange sense of anticipation, as if the answers to his questions lay just beyond the threshold of the quaint little home.

(Sorry this chapter is short, but I FOUND A WAY TO PUT CURSED CAT ALASTOR IN THE AU)

Cursed cat Alastor: Dinah

Rosie: Alice’s sister

[persimmonsimmer]

Fathom Fine Art Gallery // Harbor Lights Keepsakes & Gift Emporium // Recovered Treasures Antiques

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Shout-out to my partner @inflammatory-writs for writing the following descriptions. She really got into the spirit!

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Fathom Fine Art Gallery

After a morning spent soaking up inspiration from the salt and spray of the surf, be sure to stop by Fathom Fine Art Gallery to let yourself be washed away by the waves of culture. Whether you’re looking for a moody coastline by local artist K.E. Warnock, a shellfish still-life by local artist Esther Crandall, or a harbor panorama by the treasured Drummond Fraiser (himself a local artist), Fathom is an oasis of sophistication and original watercolor paintings located in the heart of Barge Harbor. And best of all, the spectacular pieces in our curated collection are nearly all the works of renowned artists who are also, did we mention?, locals.*

Complimentary instant coffees available to all who look like they may actually be considering a purchase.

*For legal reasons, we cannot confirm that all featured artists are or have at any time been Barge Harbor residents, nor can we vouch for their level of esteem in the art community.

Harbor Lights Keepsakes & Gift Emporium

Are you looking for a knick-knack? A tchotchke? A bauble with that particular Barge Harbor je ne sais quoi? Well then, dock your schooner at Harbor Lights Keepsakes & Gift Emporium. Here’s just a tantalizing taste of the exclusive collectibles you can find with us:

Barge Harbor T-shirts, sweatshirts, shorts, boxers, briefs, and boxer-briefs!

Decorative posters featuring the celebrated Barge Harbor lighthouse (est. 1830)!

Sunglasses from our perennially popular nautical line as well as in our new coral colorways!

Decorative plastic lobsters (regular and jumbo)!

Barge Harbor coffee mugs featuring charming illustrations of beloved town fixtures like Glenda’s, the Maritime Museum, and many more!

Cuddly plush crabs and cowries for the kiddos! (NOTE: Plush clams and cockles currently sold out.)

Kooky signs and welcome mats to bring a little pizzazz to your rental cottage! (NOTE: Due to overwhelming demand, we are unfortunately sold out of our “This Cottage May Contain Wine” welcome mat at this time.)

All of these future family heirlooms, and many more, can be yours for as little as 7.95 simoleons (plus tax), so come on down! As we like to say here at HLK & GE, if you didn’t bring home a souvenir or ten, were you ever really on vacation?

Recovered Treasures Antiques

Each of the oh-so-quaint antiquities at Recovered Treasures was lovingly wrested from obscurity and polished up for your perusal. Whether you’re looking for a solid wood armoire (home delivery not included), a lovely wingback chair for your sitting room, or a nautical lamp that will illuminate memories of Barge Harbor for years to come, it’s probably right here . . . uh, somewhere. 

Note: Due to our necessary “you break it, you buy it” policy, we kindly ask that customers leave all folding chairs, backpacks, coolers, strollers, boogie boards, pool noodles, and other bulky beach buddies by our front door. Recovered Treasures is not responsible for the loss or theft of any personal items.

[minimag1c]

Radioapple trick or treat October 2024 have started!!

Hold up it's gonna go downhill from now on-

A cottage in the forest

Day 1 -----> ᵛᵃᵐᵖⁱʳᵉ/ᵉˡᵈʳⁱᵗᶜʰ

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧 ✏ 𝐄𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡

A weird human like alternative universe with monsters because why not. I do apologize in advance for Radioapple itself will not be in its forte in this one-shot, only implied and vaguely shown at the end of the small story. Plus, the end was rushed as always

Also Fem! Lucifer hehehe

Tw: Non consentual touching, attempted sexual assault and graphic description of mangled bodies.

Don't get deceived by the tags and the tw, Thomas really deserved his fate

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There was always something unsettling about the couple who lived near the forest.

Of course the mass of trees that surrounded the small town, filled with myths and stories that were told to the youngest as to make sure they don't go far away, was already a perturbant wonder on its own.

Everything about it was just too much. Too dense, too dark, too big for a normal, simple forest with edible mushrooms and gentle fairies or bunnies.

No there were carcasses and putrid smell lingering just barely reaching the deeper part, some even said that the bones they have found during daylight when some villagers and such would stroll on by were from humans or hybrids, not daring themselves to pronounce the other therm that designed those beyond human imagination and average mind.

Those damned eldrichs.

Constantly roaming in the darkness and jump on their next prey when you least expected it, whispers filling the air before a gruesome scream tore the flying birds, rivers of crimson color flowing down to the city's surroundings each year. Hybrids were innocent, docile does compared to those demons on earth, even leaving their marks craved on the bloodied floor or worse, on their victims' body.

In short, the forest was definitely not the place for any sensitive souls and delicate nature, even the pattern of the darker leaves formed a upside down pentagram, just the perfect cherry on top, creating the panoply of a possessed mother nature.

But those stranger encounters soon somehow stopped abruptly, when the Morningstar/Hartfelt family settled in years ago.

They had a modest, red hut though with small golden accents that was built almost in the heart of the forest, near a recently discovered ruined grove that was dedicated to an unknown moth goddess. They were only four, two parents and two daughters, one being a toddler and soon child. They didn't had an actual "permanent" family name, either switching between a royalty like, "Morningstar" or less ominous and more ok ground, "Hartfelt" but it really depended on each family member's perspective and opinion.

But what statues or bloodline their decided to wear was not the weirdest thing, the rest was.

The father of the children was a hunter and at the same time a quite well known figure in the town. He was the one who delivered the news via papers or orally, alongside with a few colleagues, especially with a tall dark skinned fellow named Zorzi and his partners Carmen and Percival. Constantly flashing a smile almost if it wasn't every day, always dressed nicely and his cane in his hand. Women really loved him, saying that he was "such a charming gentleman" and it was obvious some of them would have wished he was so repulsive when it came to touches.

"Oh to be his wife so badly so he would be so much less cold!" Lamented one of the maidens that sat near Primrose's emporium, after going to the said shop. The older woman who accompanied the young lady raised an eyebrow at her as she scoffed.

"The newspaper man with his horrendous hair?? Beatrice you really got yourself low with this one!"

"Susanna!" Beatrice argued back, slightly offended as the old lady shrugged at her response.

The two kept prattling with each other, occasionally laughing out loud as the shopkeeper looked at the two gossiping through her window, smiling slightly at the exchange while two other young ladies sat at her table, conversating as well.

A pretty girl with long blonde hair firmly tied into a braid sat in front of a way younger and shorter pucelle with bright red hair just like her father and heterochromic eyes. They were a few papers filled with drawings and/or words from all shapes and sizes. The oldest was constantly sitting and getting up, monitoring her sister with writing a few words that were specifically hard for the red haired one to write and grasp the concept. But that was okay, Nadia was a fast learner and her older sister would always cheer up everytime she successfully accomplished a task.

"—Aaaand that's how you do the H in capital! Yes just like that! Good job Nif!" Charlie chipped in, slightly nuzzling on Nadia who giggled wholeheartedly, bringing her sister close with her small chubby hands into an embrace.

Primrose looked at the adorable sight in front of her as she lightly laughed with them, taking a seat alongside with the girls, titling her head to the side.

"Well, it seems that our little miss is learning quickly" The oldest woman chipped in as Charlie looked at her before looking back at Nadia, now deeply focused on writing the letter Q. The older sister smiled as she nodded along.

"She really is getting an hold on writing indeed. She even started to read a bit! Although, the word "nifty" is now her favorite and keep writing that-" Charlie, chuckling awkwardly as Primrose's smile softened before looking outside, seeing that the sun was already going down to its crepusculum.

At that, the shopkeeper frowned slightly. Charlie seemed to noticed that her mood have changed but before the blonde maiden could speak up, Primrose was ahead.

"I think you two should go now. It's getting late faster this winter and who knows what demented or psychopathic people are out there, especially after those rumors who died down about creatures roaming around your home."

Primrose deliberately didn't had to speak about the horrors that townspeople used to see before Charlie's and Nadia's family settled in, knowing the two girls wouldn't be scared because of that.

Speaking of, the blonde girl nodded approvingly while gathering Nadia's supplies and the papers filled with colors, much to the concerned one's disappointment to go back at home so soon.

"Yes I think we need to go now, I really don't want ma' to worry too much, especially for Nadia." Charlie said, helping Nadia to get off her chair as she held her hand, the toddler already showing a small pouting expression on her face. Primrose got up and ruffled Nadia's hair as she booped her small nose, earning a laugh from the nifty little girl before looking at Charlie, slightly concerned.

"Are you two going to be okay? I know you can handle yourself but apparently there has been a perverted man who would harass and follow girls at their houses and God knows what he does after." Primrose said, shaking her head.

Charlie cringed a bit at the fact. Of course, despite living in the forest, Charlie was mainly going to the small town, sometimes without or with Nadia holding her hand or on her shoulders, thus, after almost knowing everyone and the place in general, she knew about those frequent harassment that occurred during these last few weeks. She mainly thought about her friend Celia who have confirmed a hooded figure followed her to her home and if it wasn't for her friend Antoine, who hid her in his own house and almost confronted the mysterious person that soon disappeared, Celia wouldn't have been able to even tell her story.

"That's exactly why we are going early than usual. Plus, our father, at this hour, is still probably." She made a small pause before continuing, smiling brightly at Primrose, trying to comfort her in a way. "But don't worry, Ma'am! I know a few shortcuts who doesn't necessarily goes through the city! It's rusty enough for other people with enough knowledge of the forest to pass in there." the blonde young woman reassured.

At first, Primrose was a tad récitent, knowing that this kind of lunatic individual would still find a way to find any ladies in order to get his filthy hands on and God knows what he was capable of.

After all, it was no mystery.

Everyone knows that when a girl was crying, holding her torn up clothes in the street barely in the morning, saying she couldn't take it off.

Primrose shivered slightly, not wanting to visualize Charlie or worse Nadia in that situation.

Shallowing her concerns and doubts, she smiled back at her protege, her eyes still glimmering with a hint of protectiveness.

"Be careful duckling"

Charlie only nodded.

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Nyx was not fully awake and at her fully extend but the sky was already getting somewhat a void hue as Charlie instinctively held Nadia's hand a bit tighter. The small crimson haired child too sensed that the atmosphere was drastically different from a few hours ago before the two walked back home.

"Charlie 's dak-" she managed to say as the older girl looked at her fondly, mirroring her slight discomfort.

"I know I know Nif." the blonde maiden could only say, accelerating her pace.

Ever since she was a barely standing roe buck, Charlie walked down those paths alongside either with his pa and his pistol or her mother, holding a basket while hiding her face with a thin red veil as not be disturbed during her daily stroll.

The two kinds of walk she would had were pretty much different from the other: with her father, it was mainly to help her grow a bit her goat esque attributes and abilities, oftentimes during the hunting season letting her do the killing. With hindsight, as much as she wasn't as frivolous as her papa when blood would be leaking through her teeth or claws, she was glad that it helped her a bit to control her own powers a bit and the last thing she wanted , especially when her little sister was born, was being a nuisance for her parents because she didn't had a grip on her powers.

Her mother was the opposite while still being on this line of her being an hybrid.

Usually, during her childhood and adolescence's premises, Charlie would accompany her ma whenever she went to the town or go in the forest in search for apples or strawberries and would let her goat or roe form appear when they would be alone as she would occasionally play in ponds, chases after butterflies while her mother would monitor just in case if anything would harm her and if not, will be minding her own business and do her self-imposed chores. Her way of teaching was definitely less about gruesome techniques or reactions that lead to pulling out claws just in case but it was nonetheless making sure Charlie had some bases in self-defense thus she wouldn't act like a feral wild animal nor a frail, defenseless human.

But either way, no matter what was the education of the other or their own opinions on the do and don't, Charlie would still be the ray of sunshine kind of child and soon to be teenager, a bleeding heart of gold, pouring its kindness endlessly at everyone that she deemed in the need of help, even if it was a vile person. More than once, her parents, especially her pa and in some severe cases her ma, would warn about this behavior that, albeit very honorable, could lead her to a worse situation that would spiral into an irreversible act of horror...

A sudden snap of twig tore Charlie From her thoughts.

Nadia also seemed to heard it as the small girl immediately tensed up, her eyes wide as plate. Charlie's tail lashed out from her dress as it instinctively wrap itself around Nadia who welcomed the gesture, getting closer to her sister.

"Who goes there?!" Charlie shouted out loud pretty much in the void, her eyes unfortunately unable to discern in the dark like her uncle Hery could do and that realization only made her heartbeat go a bit faster.

Soon the sound grew louder, now footsteps could be hear all around the two maidens. Charlie's horns flared up, her now sharp teeth barring at whoever or whatever it was.

"-lp me! Help me!"

Charlie froze and Nadia looked at her sister, not understanding what was happening but knowing that whoever it was, they were in sure danger.

Then, after a while, a battered man came out from the bushes, holding his side for deal life and eyebags ornering his crazed face.

Charlie would have thought it was a living dead if she ever saw one.

The man's gaze was lost and disoriented just like him, his eyes darting around in alarm before he laid his eyes on two.

The duo of siblings immediately felt uncomfortable.

"P-please- ma'am-" he coughed up then wheezed because of his dried up throat as he staggered towards her, his face showing despair. "H-Help me I-i'm dying- p-please-" He stammered in haste.

Charlie took a step back as Nadia couldn't help but let out a whimper of fear at the grotesque character in front of her. The older was less vocal about her discomfort but nonetheless, despite feeling dreadful at his sudden

He was in such horrible shape! The way he was stumbling like an alcoholic, his almost completely maimed body was so disfigured and dislocated in every corners that it was still a miracle he could stand and walk slightly, let alone the fact that he was alive.

Charlie, like the overly helpful and people pleaser she was, was about to let her impulsive acts take the better of her logical thoughts but then remembered it was almost the middle of the night, the only source of any human interactions aside Nadia was him, who appeared out of nowhere and if it wasn't for the smell, Charlie would have thought he was drunk out of his mind.

"It's definitely not safe to help someone at this house, as much as they are in the need-"

"What happened to you-?" The blonde asked loud, her voice uncharacteristically calm despite the circumstances as she consciously held Nadia to her side, the smaller gladly receiving the protective gesture as she wrapped her tiny arms as far as she could around her sister's waist.

The man kept looking around, as if he was searching in the mirksome night anything, paranoia and anxiety engraved on his face, like a wounded wild animal, his legs going shakier through the moments, his hand reaching out.

"I got attacked-!" He almost screeched yet he continuously walked towards them.

He then started to smile. A crazed, hysterical and almost ecstatic one that made Charlie shivers down her spine.

Okay this was very fishy.

Luckily, the blonde's logical and survival instincts took ahead as she frowned at him. "Sorry sir but-" she started but then the mad lad continued, insisting.

"I need help I'm begging you-! Such a beautiful lady like you should understand it-" he suddenly said out of nowhere and Charlie swore a extremely unwanted feeling of want went past through his eyes.

Lust.

In that moment, the blonde only saw one solution: that man was a creep and she needed to be gone as soon as possible.

If it wasn't for Nadia who let out a snarky threatening sound out of her mouth, Charlie would still have been frozen on the spot as she protectively shielded the smaller one, her pupils turning into those one that goats or baphomet creature would have.

The flash of power that betrayed Charlie's true nature took the man aback a bit but that only lasted for even less than one millisecond as his deranged expression came back, while at the same time his walk was choppier but nonetheless more determined, his filthy hands instinctively grabbing Charlie's arms quite roughly.

Charlie's blood ran cold.

Now that was the action that was just too much, ESPECIALLY when he started to whisper albeit loudly, with a disgusting glee sprinkling his words.

"Your arm is so soft."

At that, the blonde growled at him as her eldritch form flared up. Nadia looked up at her sister, sensing her own distraught as she frowned furthermore. The man, as clueless and bold he was, froze up when his brain aknowledged the realization that the innocent, vulnerable maiden that stood in front of him, all alone with her younger sister, was just a façade to guard and hide the monstrosity that plagued this feminine appearance.

But this new information didn't alternated his already perverted mind and his logical senses, unfortunately, unlike Charlie, weren't that sharp.

He soon found himself to smiled again and, if it wasn't for her somewhat still calm and collected mind that defied her raging heart, Charlie swore she would have ripped this smug and disgustingly enamoured expression off his mutilated face.

That guy was just asking, pleading almost on his knees to help her and the next moment after, he tried to gallivant despite standing one nothing but broken bones and blood. He was so fucking pathetic.

He took a big, tentative and daring step but Charlie couldn't move an inch, no matter how Nadia was trembling next to her with her eldritch form getting dangerously oblivious, threatening everyone around friends or foes and her gaze getting redder by the minutes.

"Get the fuck away from us." She managed to snarl out, her now visible tail swishing in strain and uncomfort.

He didn't wavered. Instead, he laughed out simply as if she was being stupid or dense, still stumbling like an alcoholic and yet desperately tried to reach her out again, envy written and coated on his all over being.

"Ma'am don't be so harsh it's true I need help, especially if such an exquisite female like you, perfect to be a future mate."

Charlie was already boiling on her spot, ready to spread bloodshed if needed and was about to let her feral instincts take over.

Until her goat ear flicked up at a barely audible sound.

However, despite falling on deaf ears from normal mortal ones, both Nadia and the creep reacted at the sudden shift of atmosphere who got heavier and unsteady yet fierce, like a kettle on a stove, about to burst out from its fury.

Their reactions were different and nuanced though. The predator was frozen like a deer in headlights and went back to his fearful, avoidant expression like when Charlie have found him first but Nadia was more in awe, her big doe eyes wide as plates and her small mouth agape as she looked around above her head, still in Charlie's protective embrace.

Soon, footsteps could be heard, as if something was running and a faint sound of white noise filled the air.

Charlie instantly recognized the pattern and, as if on time, her and her sister were soon wrapped in a thick but warm black mist with familiar voodoo symbols and runes surrounded the girls. The red haired one loosened up her grip on the elder but instead, she grew heavier as her eyelids started to flutter softly, leaning her petite corpulence to Charlie who yawned softly, feeling a sudden wave of sleepiness and sloth empowering and taking a hold of her energy. It would have been alarming for anyone sensed enough but the blonde knew her father, despite his never ending thirst for blood, was a caring and easily worried parent, getting even more cautious after Nadia's birth and Charlie already knew what was this weird feeling she was having alongside with her sibling, a spell to insomnia or just wanting to sleep in general and, knowing the context of what happened, it was better to put both her and Nadia in Morphée's arms.

The screams of agony and terror as well as the sounds of bones crushing and flesh ripping seemed like a lullaby.

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"How was your day with Aunty Primrose duckling?" Lucille cooed in her usual soft voice on an evening of autumn, holding Nadia's small hand as she happily jumped around while walking, occasionally stomping on a big puddle if she ever saw one after a rainy day while her mother held her frilly red dress as to not dirty it. Nadia giggled lightly.

"I learned so many words today! She teach me write a few sentences! Look!" She said in a broken lexicon, brandishing out in triumph from her pocket a crumbled, folded paper with a sophisticated and clean handwriting next to a childish, messy one as Nadia grinned widely.

Lucille smiled fondly at her daughter, her heart warming at the sight while the two continued to walk towards their home, with Lucille making sure this time, no one is around to see where the two are going.

Charlie, today, wanted to make a sleepover with her friends Celia and Agatha since, like the teenagers they were, they wanted to discuss the topic about how Antoine had a crush on the bartender Henry and it was a whole operation apparently according to Lucille's oldest daughter.

It was odd but hey, the lady was not in the place to judge. She was young too and her many siblings would occasionally gossip about their mother's interactions with others and even their aunt Romania would join in, spicing their naïve retelling with juicy details.

She couldn't help but laugh a bit at the memory.

"Do you think papa will make dinner tonight?" Nadia suddenly asked, looking at the ground in search for bugs to collect. Lucille shrugged.

"Your father is a very busy man duckling but, I'm pretty sure he'll cook his famous gumbo just for our little sweetheart" Lucille said, pinching a bit Nadia's cheek with a wide smile. At first, the small girl whined in complain because she wasn't used to this touch but then her eyes lit up as she jumped frantically.

"Yay! Gumbo!" She cheered as Lucille laughed at her antics while she swinged her lightly, making the other laugh as they almost arrived at home.

The two needed to get Nadia's thoughts away a bit ever since the incident with that vile person. Luckily she didn't seemed that affected and Lucifer and Alastor were glad. Plus, Charlie too seemed to move on and live her own life again, albeit she didn't wanted to talk about it to the others but that's okay, it was her choice and as long as she was fine, Lucille was okay too.

For now, her only task was to clean up properly their new rug with the insignia graved on it "Thomas".

Humans were just that dirty after all, especially their skin and personality.

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As you could tell, I gave up in the end lol anyway happy radioapple Halloween week I hope I'll be able to finish 6 other days at least wish me luck 🫡

[25/10/2024]

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[embraceyouropacities]

“The moon did not become the sun. It just fell on the desert in great sheets, reams of silver handmade by you. The night is your cottage industry now, the day is your brisk emporium. The world is full of paper. Write to me.”

— Agha Shahid Ali

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It’s been awhile,BUT THE MOODBOARD EMPORIUM’S DELIVERY SERVICE IS BACK IN BUSINESS BBY!! >:DD

*🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁*

(Probably best if U listen 2 the song while ur reading cuz this song N sports were literally *MADE* 4 them X33) Cottagecore! Jance Board cuz U just *know* that when their both older N JO is just a extremely fond memory that they’d live in a lil cottage somewhere in the woods on the outskirts of Vrhnika N go on lake trips N pick berries N make pies together then dance in the kitchen N take in stray cats that would come across the cottage sometimes N maybe some baby cows that live close 2 the forest N make tiny flower crowns 4 them!! Lazy days spent snuggling close 2 eachother in hammocks,limbs tangled N the synchronised rhythm of their hearts N soft snores being the only sound coming from the woods.Winter evenings where’d they look out the window only 2 see delicate little white snowflakes tumble down ever so gracefully from the sky as the frosty air makes the glass fog up,Jan practically moulded 2 his husbands side N resting his head on Nace’s shoulder watching the way his mouth quirks up into the softest smile known 2 man when he plants a flurry of kisses on the younger’s forehead.Going 4 long walks in the fields during the summer N finally crashing onto the lush green grass,giggling N intertwining their hands as if this was all just some wonderful dream that they never ever want 2 awake from,Nace takes his darling dear’s hands N places a kiss on every knuckle not missing how the other blushes at the gesture or how Jan switches their places suddenly so he can straddle Nace’s hips N cup his Face in his hands so so gently,kissing him till he was just as much of a blushing wobbly smiling mess like Jan was only a few minutes ago,vowing that even if everything comes crashing down on them by tomorrow that the two would never regret a single thing they did that got them 2 this very moment..

COTTAGECORE JANCE REAL🗣🗣 Need them to live a peaceful little life in the woods or the countryside.... The flower crowns are so cute I can just imagine them wearing those constantly <33 Also the song is sooo sweet, Beach Bunny has such a cute voice!! The whole atmosphere of this moodboard is so cozy and nice I love it 💕💝💞 Thank you!! ^_^♡

[theblackdahliaemporium]

Meet The Witch

Happy Saturday!! I decided it is time to introduce myself, as I release A LOT of educational content throughout the many Groups I am apart of.

𝙈𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝:

:: 08 𝙅𝙪𝙡𝙮, 2023::

Name: Taylor (on here, I go by Black Dahlia)

Pronouns: she/her/they/them

Age: 26 (notably have not had my Saturn Return) 😅

Signs: Capricorn Sun / Leo Moon / Leo Rising

Where: Missouri, United States!

𝙈𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙄𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨:

•Folk magick

•Spirit work / D3ath Magick

•Hearth witchery (As well as Kitchen/ cottage/ green/ and most of the green paths)

•Teaching! Believe it or not, I love releasing educational content and sharing knowledge with other Witches!

•I follow my witch path along with the Hellenic Deities & practices.

𝙁𝙪𝙣 𝙁𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙨:

•Herbalism Student! Learning the practices and uses of Natural Medicine & Folk Medicines.

•I have a mild obsession with Tarantulas and other exotic pets. I even breed them with a local breeder and help care for the 100's of baby tarantulas.

•I was once on tv but I don't remember it because I was a child.

•I own every expansion pack for the Sims 4. Which is equivalent to $1,500.. if you add it all up...

𝙈𝙞𝙨𝙘 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜�� 𝙄 𝘿𝙤 𝙞𝙣 𝙈𝙮 𝙊𝙬𝙣 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚:

•Create Blogs/ Articles

•I love gaming! I am currently playing through the Harry Potter game.

•I also love reading! and I was recently gifted the entire hard cover set of Harry Potter, which I will read over- again.

•Making digital art

•Making crafts for my Etsy Store!

•Watching serial k*ller/ m*rder Documentaries

𝙁𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙈𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙨:

•Lord of the Rings (Extended Versions)

•The Hobbit Movies (Also extended versions)

•I'm sure there are others but I'm blanking rn

𝘾𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝘽𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜:

•Big Bang Theory (Love it)

•Supernatural (for the 6th time)

📷© The Black Dahlia Emporium! -- I created this for myself, based off of myself! Original Credit: @will-o-the-witch

[thenihilityemperor]

Village Name: Whispering Willowbank

Location: Whispering Willowbank is nestled within the picturesque valley of Ravenclaw Ridge, in the southwestern part of the magical world. The village is surrounded by a forest of ancient willows that seem to whisper tales of lore and mystery whenever the wind blows through their leaves. The village is accessible through a hidden passage within a hollow tree, visible only to those witches and wizards who know of its existence.

History: Founded in the 14th century by a group of wizarding naturalists who sought to protect and preserve the local flora and fauna, Whispering Willowbank has developed into a thriving sustainable community in close harmony with nature. Home to many magical creatures, it has been known to be a sanctuary for once-endangered species, such as the moonlit reindeer and the spellbinding fairy wombat.

Layout: The village consists of charming cobblestone lanes and quaint, ivy-covered cottages woven between the roots and branches of the great willow trees. The heart of Whispering Willowbank is the magical square, called Wingleaf Commons, which is surrounded by lush gardens, bubbling fountains, and a large, luminous willow, casting enchanted shadows on the village.

Key Locations:

1. Willowy Wand Emporium: Aspiring witches and wizards can find the perfect wand by visiting the Willowy Wand Emporium. Crafted from ancient willow branches, each wand possesses its unique magical properties, empowering its wielder with the wisdom and power of the whispering willows.

2. Parchment and Potion: This cozy bookstore and apothecary offer an extensive collection of magical scrolls and texts, as well as potions and herbal remedies made from the plants and fungi found in the surrounding forest.

3. The Dancing Broomstick Inn: Serving up delicious enchanted cuisine and frothy brews, The Dancing Broomstick Inn offers visitors cozy accommodations, lively conversation, and magically infused entertainment that includes self-playing instruments and enchanted artworks that come to life.

4. Shadowtail Market: Here, vendors sell a variety of magical trinkets, enchanted fabrics, and artisan-crafted jewelry made from the native gemstones found in the nearby mines. Visitors are drawn to this bustling market by the whimsical tunes of the laughing lark.

Whispering Willowbank embodies a rich history and tradition of magical conservation, where magical and mundane elements merge to create a village living harmoniously within the breathtaking embrace of an enchanted forest.

(Image taken from the following artist on pinterest :

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[jqbasesave]

Magnolia Promenade Rebuild - No CC, Get to Work Only

Available on the gallery ID: quiescence90

Or download the tray files from SFS

Lot info follows:

1.  Magnolia’s Comfy Casual (The Roadstead) - A clothier. As of the Cottage Living patch, placing lots containing mannequins will crash the game. Therefore, I’ve uploaded the mannequins separately. They are fully dressed except for formal & party outfits.

2.  Nana’s Chocolaterie (JF&S Clothiers) - A fully stocked bakery. There’s also a one-bedroom flat upstairs so you could run this as a live-in business using mods.

3.  Tome Raiders (Paddywack’s Emporium) - So named because they sell books and some metals and crystals. It’s meant to be like a comic book store with collectibles and costumes but we don’t actually have those so we just make do. Since mannequin placement isn’t very predictable I’ve included a no-mannequin lot with said mannequins uploaded in a separate Room.

4.  Gouache & Grocery (Preeminent Domain) - A grocer and art gallery combo.

BONUS.  Paintings from reference, written books I also shared the paintings and books that I had my sims create for these lots separately so you could also use them for your own retail lots if you so wished. Their qualities vary.

(the books include my own Midgard/Oben series which I’ve been trying to write forever and ever but am never done)

[truculentbitch]

Stationery by Agha Shahid Ali

The moon did not become the sun.

It just fell on the desert

in great sheets, reams

of silver handmade by you.

The night is your cottage industry now,

the day is your brisk emporium.

The world is full of paper.

Write to me.

so yearningly romantic, an entire world made by a loved one

[harryissuchalittleshit]

Next Gen Kids and their Cats

Victoire

She finds this little scrappy kitten out on the beach one morning with Bill. It’s a little shaking thing and she just scoops her up and calls her Baby and brings her home. Fleur rolls her eyes, gives her a bath and has Luna come check her out, then just lets Victoire at it.

Baby is a Maine Coon it turns out, she goes from being this tiny little kitten to a huge cat within two years. Baby adores Victoire and follows her everywhere, to France for family visits, to the Burrow to see her grandparents, and then to Hogwarts for school. She’s a big cuddly thing and once she sits on you you’re stuck until she gets up. She loves Louis and is often found in his bed at night if Victoire isn’t around.

She moves out with Victoire when she leave Shell Cottage, but always comes out of wherever she’s hiding to see Louis.

Dominique

Her cat Lady was found similarly to Baby, out on the beach. She followed Dominique home and after a spray with the hose Fleur allowed her inside. She’s a beautiful cat, all white with silky soft hair, she’s tiny compared to Baby.

Lady is exactly that, a lady who loves to be groomed and taken care of, Dominique spends nearly an hour every night petting and brushing her before bed. When Dominique gets pregnant she refuses to leave her side, even when she’s in classes, she sleeps in a hidden pocket in her book bag.

When she leaves Shell Cottage for uni, Lady goes to live with Lorcan, but gets lots of visits from Dominique until she finally moves back in with them.

Louis

He had a cat named Beauty, she was a black, orange, and grey tortie with quite the attitude. She hated Bill and once Victoire left, Bill made Louis get rid of her. She lived at the Burrow, following around Arthur everywhere.

Once he and Anamika got married and moved to their house, they ended up with a bunch of barn cats. They don’t come in the house, but they were happy when Louis moved his art studio out to the barn. All of his kids grew up with the wild cats around, stealing a kitten here or there to take with them to Hogwarts

Molly and Lucy

They aren’t cat girls, Molly spent her childhood in St. Mungo’s and Lucy shares everything with her twin.

Molly and Artie do end up taking care of a bunch of barn cats where they live, while Lucy is the one constantly taking strays over to the magical emporium in Diagon Alley

Freddie

Not a cat person, but he likes Roxanne’s cats

Roxanne

She has Smokey and Shadow, a pair of gray cats that are absolutely beautiful and so well behaved. Shadow was first, Smokey came a few years later. They both love George even if he’s apprehensive of the pair of them.

They did live with Maria and Evan for a while when Roxanne was recovering, but they came home to her quickly. When she had her twins they both took it upon themselves to keep watch over them when Roxanne wasn’t there.

Rose

Crookshanks had thought that Rose was his kitten when she was a baby, so she has always loved and adored cats. She got Jinx when she was eleven and off to Hogwarts they went.

During her seventh year, Jinx got another cat pregnant and all the sudden she had a bunch of kittens on hand. The runt, little Charms, lived in her robe pocket most days and grew to be much bigger than his father.

Her home is always filled with cats and children and even all the strays know to come around for a good meal, and every spring and summer they end up with at least one box of kittens to take to the Magical Emporium in Diagon Alley.

Hugo

Like Rose he grew up with Crookshanks thinking he was his kitten, but once Hugo started chasing after him he kept a bit of a distance.

His first cat is named Fluff, he’s a fluffy white and orange thing that adores the wild child that Hugo is. At nine it seems a little young for him to have a cat, but Hugo proves himself a great cat parent. He later gets one of Rose’s kittens, the only girl Margo. Both Fluff and Margo love to just sit in his lap and nap on him to keep him in one place.

James

Not a cat person.

Al

He has two cats, both of them from Rose’s kittens, Dusty and Felix, the twins who end up following after him everywhere and sleep in his classroom at Hogwarts when he starts teaching.

Lily

She has one cat, a sort of birthday present from Ryan. Ellie becomes like a therapy cat for the pair of them, but especially Lily, and she loves to dance around her ankles. She adores both Lily and Ryan, and she ends up living in the studios when they open them.

Bonus: Scorpius

Flossy is a gift from Astoria, a beautiful all white Himalayan fluff ball. She’s very sweet and loves to be brushed and cuddled. Scorpius got her when he was eight or nine and they moved into the manor, giving him at least one friend in the big scary house.

Flossy is the cat that Jinx had kittens with their seventh year.

[salesbyserenity]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: David Winter Cottages 2" Christmas Ornaments Vintage Scrooge Carol Hogmany Fezzi.

[anubianwrites]

Lover's Tears

(So I'm making this a very dark little tale, intense and terrifying. It's spooky month so here is the horror. These stories take place in a dark and wild section of a dnd world I created for my campaigns. The Darklands. I tried my best to not be too...graphic, overly sexual and heavy but we are going deep into horror, pain, terror, and in a place of constant danger where traumatic experiences are just Tuesday. So do keep that in mind. TW: sexual content, TW: uncomfortable situations)

The dark sky thundered gently as Martha awoke, gloomy and the wind carried a sickly sweet scent of the Slaughterblossoms that grew outside their cottage.  The gentle sounds of the city’s populace bustling, sing to her as she casts off her heavy ornate quilt sewn by her loving but stern grandmother.  It was another normal day in Sister’s Respite.  Small bat-like shapes swarm around the peak of Blood Mountain, the sentries of Churn keeping watch.  Martha watches them as her mother bustles downstairs making breakfast.  Martha’s white horns gleam in the dim light that manages to penetrate the gloomy clouds of the Darklands.  

The young tiefling dashed back inside as her mother bellowed that the morning meal was ready.  Martha flew with mystic speed to her armoire and chose a particularly lovely dress of sky blue with sapphire blue embroidered birds.  A set of blue lace gloves hung on the hook matching the dress.  A set of blue high heels decorated with sewn flowers and green leaves.  As she donned her outfit in her full length mirror Martha hummed a pleasant tune to herself.  Today was the day!  Malachai’s birthday!  The handsome young dark sorcerer that’s captured Martha’s affections.  She was excited!  She had been planning something special for him!  Martha had been saving money for months to buy him a new brooch, something elegant, sophisticated and manly, just like him.  Her heart pounded in her chest as she thought about it, her blood running hot.  She worked so hard to obtain the money, and had to bind Vol’gorok to a demonic bargain just to convince the Chaos Crystal Emporium’s owner Claire Cursestone to make the exception and set it aside for her!  Nothing would rob her of this day, the day she’d finally be able to show Malachai she desires to court him, to make him hers and be his in return.  He was also so sultry and gentle with her, his deep, mysterious voice made her spine tingle with delight.  His gentle touch of his warm, strong hands made her legs turn to jelly.  Martha’s been dreaming of being his woman since they first met two years ago.  

The young sorceress had selected the finest brooch, possessed of a chaotic dark magic from the far reaches, it imbued its bearer with a mystic barrier that bolstered it’s bearer’s lifeforce.  A dark enchantment with that tinge of malevolence she knew Malachai would be charmed by.  The dark green stone held in ornate electrum demon claws etched with deep speech runes really set it apart from other pieces Claire has for sale.  The perfect piece to give to her beloved dark mage to win his lonely heart, and make it hers.  She would need to also stop by Desmonia’s Grave Bouquets and get a black dahlia to adorn her hair as well.  It’s Malachai’s favorite flower!  “Martha Demonsblood get down here in this instance!  Your breakfast is getting cold!”  The lovely young woman snapped out of her plotting daze as she watched the mirror, pinning her hair and adorning the golden rings studded with black gemstones on her horns and ran out the door.  She ran into her brother, a tall and handsome older tiefling in his early twenties, nearly knocking him over.  He laughed and caught her, stabilizing both of them with his strong muscles.  

“Easy there, witchling, you almost knocked us both down the stairs!”  He smiled teasingly.  Martha huffed, she hated being called witchling.

“Sorry Glory, I was just excited! It’s Malachai’s birthday today!  I have so much to do!”  The bare chested male rolled his eyes and sighed loudly.

“You should focus on someone else, that guys a douche!”  Glory grunted.  Martha gasped at the audacity that he would besmirch her love!

“You don’t understand!  He’s different!  He’s kind and mysterious, and so sweet to me, he doesn’t treat other girls my age like that!”  She retorted.  Glory scratched the back of his head and shrugged.

“Your funeral, witchling.  Hey, seeing Rhellia or Janenneth today?”  He smirked, “I could use one of them to use those magic hands on this crick in my neck!”  Martha huffed and slapped his shoulder with her small balled fists.

“You raunchy hornball leave them alone!  You’re so disgusting!  How dare you!  Oh!”  Glory only laughed at his sister’s outrage and defended himself with his forearms.

“Oh come on, they’re succubi!  It’s like their whole deal!  Cut it out!”  Martha let out a frustrated shout to the heavens and stormed down the stairs and sat at the kitchen table.  Glory trotted down shortly behind her and slumped down into a chair.  Their grandmother was knitting at the table, picking at her food here and there as usual, the old woman was focused on some deep thought.  Martha’s mother, Daisy, a middle aged, beautiful tiefling dressed in a red cotton gown and orange apron with red roses patterned across it.  Her brown amber antlers elegantly adorning her head, her long brown hair braided as usual in a fishtail braid.  The clean and elegant kitchen was bubbling and sizzling with fresh food.  Martha’s mother was a wizard in the kitchen.

“There you are my children.  Eat up now!  You don’t want your rothe steaks to get up and leave!”  she chortled moving around the table to greet her family.  “Mother!”  she said kissing the old woman’s cheek, which broke the concentration and she smiled warmly.

“Daisy my precious!”  she greeted and returned the kiss.

“My beautiful baby girl” Daisy addressed as she and Martha exchanged cheek kisses.

“And my handsome son!”  Glory stood and embraced his mother warmly and exchanged cheek kisses with her.

“Morning mother, you’re as chipper and beautiful as ever.”  He greeted her.  Daisy giggled at the compliment, her son was so thoughtful.

“Don’t you sweet talk, mister!  I heard you haranguing your sister up there!”  she playfully warned wiggling a ladle at him as she returned to the cauldron of oatmeal burbling on the fire.  Glory only chuckled and commented.

“It was an honest inquiry, they are so talented at playing masseur.”  He responded defensively and equally playful, his tone sultry.

“Oh don’t you pull that young man.  Besides we all know you’re lying with their brothers anyway.”  Daisy responded.  Everyone chuckled.  

“Well the twins are very rough…perhaps I want a more gentle touch today!”  Glory defended with a smirk.  Martha groaned loudly in embarrassment.

“Shut up about your sluttery, Glory, honestly no one wants to know!”  Martha venomously chided.  Glory feigned at being insulted.

“Sister dearest, you wound me deeply!  My adventurous sexual escapades are the highlight of the day for our humdrum little family’s day to day!”  He defended, striking a dramatic pose to match the theater.  The old woman then whacked him on the head and horns with her gnarled staff leaning by the table.  Glory howled in surprise, the whack was not hard enough to cause injury, but it was a good bonk.

“Enough of your vulgar behavior now!  Keep it in your pants for once in your life, young man, or at least be sensible enough to not regale us with such tales of degenerate behavior!  Keep it in private, man!”  the old woman, Dark Helen Lichbane chided punishingly.  Glory sat back down and fell silent, slumping over his food to consume.  Martha breathed a sigh of relief.

“Thank you Grandmother!  We have to keep the wild men in line, don’t we!”  Martha smugly spoke and eyed her older brother.  The old woman snapped with equal venom.

“Oh don’t you act so highly young lady!  I know why you’re so fine dressed and eager to fly out the door!  Your brother is right for once!  That Malachai is no good for you!  You should forget him and find a man your own age if you must pursue such frightful dallances!”  She chided the young tiefling.  Martha gasps in shock.

“Grandmother!  I assure you he is a respectable man, and his age is of no import!  We were meant for one another!  I’m certain he feels the same, he has said as much!”  the young woman defended.  Dark Helen scoffed and laid back in her chair.

“We’ll see, in time then.”  she ominously prophesied as she picked up her sewing needles again and returned to her activity.  Martha, flustered, her face nearly red with frustration, ate her food in silence.  

The morning hour was waning, Martha sat upon her broom outside the cozy three story cottage home and flew off into the crisp morning air.  Her fair blonde hair elegantly wafted in the breeze like golden streams of smoke on the wind as she made her way to the Dark Moon Market District.  Soaring over the cobbled roads and seas of clay tiled roofs broken only by the occasional spire.  She waved to people she knew walking about the town.  She spotted the flower shop just off the main square of the marketplace.  The Maggot Lord hollering about the fine deals he has on pilfered rotten leather boots, the occasional maggot tumbling out of his empty eye socket.  Martha found the deranged, crazed lich quite charming.  He was always nice, if not entirely unhinged.  

The bell attached to the door chimed as Martha entered the flower shop.  So many exotic and delightfully sweet smells intermixed with the scents of decay.  A grim wight of an elf woman was watering a rather large carnivorous pod with a thick purple fluid.  The plant's strange purple flowers shimmered with an enchanting quality.  “Martha Demonsblood, my dear, hello, good morning, child.”  The ghostly voice of the wight breathily wafted.  Martha smiled.

“Good morning Desmonia!  Do you have any black Dahlia’s?”  The wight drifted to the otherside of the botanical and showed her to the back where her greenhouse was.  The grim undead floated an arm gesturing towards the greenhouse interior.  Lit by mystical purple crystals radiating energies down over the expansive raised beds of nurtured dark and deadly plants.  

“Fourth bed to the right at the back, for you my sweet Martha, you’re welcome to as many as you desire.”  The wight creaked her sallow face into a kind smile, or as best a withered undead being can.  Martha was practically vibrating with excitement.  She walked swiftly to the designated bed and poured over the flowers.  She needed the perfect one for her hair and a small bouquet of them to gift her beloved Malachai.  They were all so beautiful and radiated the elegance of death.  Martha picks several perfect flowers, the depths of the black, the radial petals, each perfect.  One she puts in her hair and adjusts it in a nearby mirror.  She gathers a handsome bouquet of the dark flowers and heads for the register, bubbling and glowing with excitement.  

“Seriously, how much do I owe you for these?”  She asked kindly.  The undead elf smiles with a shallow tenderness of care that rings hollow, a shell of the former kind heart she once had.  

“For you, nothing, seeing your happy beautiful face is all I need.”  Martha blushed.

“They aren’t for me, they are for Malachai!  It’s his birthday today!”  she chirped.  The wights smile withered to concern.

“I see…all the same, nothing my sweet…I…I know this is not my place, Martha, my darling, but perhaps he is not the right person for you to pursue…he is at least three centuries your senior, and he is not the best kind of man, dangerous.”  Demonia warns.  Martha smiles, touched by her concern.

“Everyone is so worried, he is a wonderful man!  Gentle and kind…”  she giggled.  “He’s just right for me!”  Desmonia smiles softly again and wishes her well.  Martha bounds out of the flower shop giddy as can be.  Her heart is already pumping hard, and her body is reacting to memories.  As she flew off on her broom, the flowers tucked into her satchel, gently the memories washed over her memory.  

The hot summer Malachai and she first met at his shop where she bought some of her supplies for her craft.  His kind words, his seductive voice, his disarming eyes.  She fell for his spell.  That whole summer she stalked him, following him around, “bumping” into him and spending time with him.  Sitting with him at a play he was attending alone, clung to his arm.  The gentle tickle of his lips on her ear as he whispered answers to her inquiries of what the play was about.  Of course, she recalls the afternoon it became more serious for her.  The day he asked her on a picnic, the day was a lovely shade of gloom and they walked along the bank of the Darkwater river, through the sickly sweet slaughterblossom fields.  He inquired if she would like to also join him for casual rutting, how the hot air turns the blood boiling.  He asked her if casual romps were her thing, and how it was fine if it was not so.  Martha desired him, to make him hers, to possess him as her man.  She could not have said yes faster.  The whole summer they made love by the river…in his bed…in back alleys…or wherever they were when the sensation struck.  Such ecstasy he bestowed on her, such pleasure he made her feel.  How she gave into him with all she had.  Her heart claimed him long ago at this point.  Two years they have kept a secret sexual affair.  But for Martha it was anything but casual.  Now she wanted it to be an official affair, and today was the day.

Martha swerved her broom snapping back to the task at hand as her rapturous memories nearly led her to smash into a tower.  ‘Soon enough’, she thought.  ‘Soon enough he’ll be my man and only mine.’  

She made her way to the Waxing Moon District to pick up his gift.  The cluttered cottages and homes clumped together with small gardens or pits of slime passed beneath her as she set her eyes on the far eastern corner of the district where the casual market lay.  She landed in the market square, small, crowded, cramped with stalls and merchants selling wares of every kind.  She made her way down one of the store streets to Claire’s.  Stepping inside a deep male voice growled in her ear from nowhere.  “Well well, the tasty kitten has returned.”  his clawed hands on her waist.  His flirtatious means of greeting.  

“Oh Vol’gorok, you tease.  Remember your bond, demon and maybe I can be convinced to give you some extra honey.”  she teased back.  The demon chuckled and whispered sensuously in her ear.

“Well come in, shrewd little kitten, my lady is waiting to do business with you.”  He wraps a thickly muscled arm around her shoulder and gestured inwards to the mystical little gem shop.  Glowing mystic stones of raw and refined quality line the tight entryway.  Vol’gorok gave Martha and gentle lick on the cheek as he ushered her inside.  Martha found the incubus’ flirting fun and exotic, she played into it, but her heart belonged only to her beloved.  She could tell the demon enjoyed their casual flirting as much as she did.

Martha squeezed through the narrow entry past the locked glass cases of mystical stones from across the planes.  And into the back, the walls lined with enchanted gems, stones, crystals of every shade and some beyond comprehension.  The center of the small interior room housing a tall glass column within which a large purple stone undulates with energy, restrained by the powerfully enchanted glass.  A beautiful witch sits behind a merchant desk counter, surrounded by more radiant stones of every kind, pendants of sparkling radiant white gems from the celestial realms glitter in the sealed case that makes her desk.  And there, near it in a hexed gold lined red wooden box with a glass lid etched with magical sigils, is the brooch.  The beautiful witch wears silken black gloves over her hands, an elegant necklace of blood pearls and dark jade.  She is reading a book of strange words.  Vol’gorok pressed against Martha closely as he enters behind her and announced.

“My love, our smitten kitten of clever wit has returned for her bounty.  What a beautiful flower to contrast with a beautiful fair half-demon.”  He slid past Martha commenting, not being shy of what rubbed against her as he did, his lips curled in that devilish charming grin.  “You are lucky to catch us today, Martha!  I’m taking my little witch here at the end of day on our next journey, to distant Feywilds, to several wonderful little worlds there…where I’m going to make her scream with pleasure, and terrify the fey creatures with our ravenous lovemaking.”  he growls as he slides behind the witch and buries his face into her neck, nibbling as she cranes her head, letting a moan escape and a giggle.

“Vol’gorok!  You’re insatiable!”  she smiled at her lover as she stood.  He wrapped his thick arms around her waist and continued to lavish her elegant neck with his kisses, his wings curling to wrap around them.

“How can I contain myself when I’m with my most eager and hungry mistress…I simply must please you every moment, you beautiful creature.  You inflame the hellfire and rouse the hellbeast to rampage.”  He declared like a lover's sonnet in her ear, not caring if Martha heard.  Martha knew he loved an audience.  Claire whimpered in his grasp before warning.

“You must, love, we have business to conduct…stow your inferno for now…I always make it up to you for the wait.”  The incubus kissed her throat again and whispered in the infernal language only she could hear.  From the expression Claire’s face made of surprise and delight, she enjoyed his words.

“Anything for you my wicked crystal collector.”  He whispered sliding back to stand behind her, his glowing red eyes burning with a lover's flame in the darker section of the shop.  He was her protector, lover, and muscle.  

The way they acted together, Martha craved for herself.  Soon she would, and it would be Malachai nibbling her neck, whispering lovers words, making her blush in public, and sharing his heart with her.

Claire finally composed herself, the demon's lustful gaze at her back making her ever aware of her demon's needs.  “So Martha, you’re awfully lucky and clever to have gotten my big boy to help beg me to make this exception, I do hope everythings in order?  As you can see, he’s very eager for our next journey.”  He smirked behind her.

“And other things…”  he added.  Claire only smiled knowingly and slide down behind the counter to retrieve the stone.  “Oh my love, already on your knees…”  the incubus snidely teased.

“If you don’t stop that Vol’gorok I’ll put you in the cage again.”  she warned with a sultry grin at him as she emerged to her feet again.  

“Promises, promises, beautiful.”  he responded, giving her an air kiss as he stood with his legs apart, arms crossed to be intimidating.  The witch turned back to Martha who was unable to contain her giggling at their behavior.  

“Now then, this beautiful piece from the Far Realms, as we talked, a thousand gold pieces.  You sure you desire to purchase it?  We are not responsible for anything it may do once out of our hands…Remember not to let direct sunlight touch it, the magic becomes…unstable…and be sure to bathe the brooch in fresh human blood every two weeks to maintain it’s dark power.”  Claire informed her.  Martha nodded eagerly.

“Oh yes, it is perfect for Malachai!  The designs and coloring are perfect for him.  It’s practical abilities are also something he can use, he will appreciate such a thoughtful and multi purpose gift!”  Claire smiled.  Martha rummaged delicately into her bag and retrieved the sack of coins she had been saving.  She set the heavy bag on the counter.  Claire took the bag and handed the enchanted box to Martha, giving her a slip of parchment.

“The command word for the box to open.”  She added.  

“Malachai…the Dark Omen Malachai?”  Vol’gorok sucked his teeth.  “Beautiful man…excellent lover…but as wicked and malicious as they come, do be careful dear kitten.”  He smirked.  “Of the two of us I'm not sure which is more devil.”  He nodded to Martha.  Claire’s face turned to worry as she smiled.  

“I must agree, he is…a heartbreaker, Martha, do be careful, he’s not the loving sort…he has that reputation.”  Claire tried to coax.  Martha shook her head, she would not hear of it.

“Oh not you guys too!  You just don’t know him like I do!  He’s so gentle and kind.  He has a bigger heart then you realize!  We’ve spent alot of time together, I know him!  He’s different with me.”  She insisted.  Claire relented and wished her luck.  Vol’gorok within moments had the witch in his clutches, wings wrapped around them like a cocoon as the little shop was field with cooing and growls.  Martha smiled hearing all of this commotion as she hurried on her way.  It was almost midday!  She had to hurry, Malachai always leaves his home to open the shop in the afternoons on his birthday.  She intended on having him to herself for some time.  She was so happy, so elated with shimmering delight.  She felt light as air.  

By the peak of midday she arrived at Malachai’s home and knocked.  The handsome man answered the door, dressed in a long red silken bathrobe.  He smiled seeing Martha.  “Martha!  My young beauty, I was just thinking about you.  What an exquisite vision for my special day of birth.”  His smile could have made her melt into a pool of hot blood and oozing glee.  Her face grew hot, her whole body grew hot.  He ushered her inside his dimly lit home.  It was as elegant as the man.  His dark tousled hair unkempt from awakening from sleep recently.  His voice made every part of Martha’s body warm, like a velvety cocoon around her.  He pulled her close to him, pinning her against the table.  “I was so hoping to get you alone today…I’ve thought of you for some time now…and I want you.”  Martha started breathing heavily as his heated body pressed against hers.  His strong, yet soft hands caressed her waist and slid up her back as his hot breath, scented like rosewater and lavender mixed with a fine wine, sweet, floral.  Martha let out a moan.  He ran his lips against her neck, his hot tongue delicately teased her flesh, his lips trickled.  His soft stubble grazed her.  Martha let out a yelp of elated surprise.  He moved up to her hair and smelled the flower.  “Wearing my favorite flower…why Martha are you trying to take my manly virtue and seduce me?”  he teased affectionately.  She cooed and giggled.  

“I know it's your favorite and I wanted to make your day today special.  She produced the flowers from her bag.  His piercing emerald eyes sparkled with delight.  “Oh what a gorgeous bouquet my dear little Martha…you generous and kind.  That’s something I love about you, so thoughtful.  It’s not usual protocol but I too have a gift for you…but that can come later.”  He said sensually.  “First let me put these in some water.”  He grabbed her and pulled her against him and he kissed her plump, hot lips.  Martha moaned, and so did Malachai.  “Be right back, please make yourself at home, my beautiful girl.”  Martha was on the brink of hyperventilating, she couldn’t hold herself together.  He was even more intoxicating than usual, and that is that heavenly scent of his body…she’s never noticed that until today.  But it’s driving her mad with lust.  When he returned he set a dark glass vase on the ancient stained wooden table.  The flowers were beautiful.  Malahcai was too.  Martha went to him and panting she kissed him with purpose.  He was quite surprised, but he returned the kiss passionately.  Their tongues and lips engaged in battle between them as their bodies leaned into each other, Martha could not contain herself any longer.  She pulled herself away, gasping for breath.  

“I have a gift for you…something special, my handsome Malachai lover.”  Malachai’s eyes were fixed on her, that same look in his eyes, that same hunger Vol’gorok had, the same look she’s seen so many times and she knew what it meant.  Her beloved Malacahi was lost to his passionate nature.  He smiled, flashing his beautiful white teeth.

“It can wait for later, now come back here.”  he commanded forcefully that sent a tingle of both warning and exquisite longing down Martha’s spine and she obeyed, wanting it.  She surrendered to his will and he kissed her, picking her up and carrying her to the next room, his hands caressing her plump rear as he carried her like she weighed nothing.  The door to the bedroom opened as they approached, a squirming, whimpering Martha in his arms, eager for what comes.  He set her down gently in front of the bed and delicately removed her dress, letting it fall gently to the floor.  He kissed her again, and moved down her neck, his hands touching her, they felt so hot.  Her skin was on fire.  Martha moaned in surrender to the sensation he was an expert at summoning from within her.  Candles in the room flickered to life to create such a beautiful ambiance.  Martha broke their kiss as she threw his robe open, panting as she looked over his naked body.  She has seen it many times, beautiful, so well shaped.  Today her lustful passions raged, and she could have sworn his nude form was even more beautiful than ever, as if carved and sculpted by gods.

They crawled onto the bed covered in messy red satin sheets and black pillow cases of silk.  Malachi kissed her feet and moved his soft, hot lips up her body, planting those fiery kisses on every inch of her.  She squirmed and let out gasps of pleasure.  He reached her lips and clasped his hands to hers.  His piercing eyes flickered with a hunger more intense then she had seen before.  She let out a gasp of fear as panic rushed through her brain, but it was already too marinated in chemicals of lust.  He  kissed her again as her legs quivered, wrapping around him as she has done many a time before in this very bed.  He bites her lower lip as he takes her invitation.  Martha lets out a loud moan as Malachai gently moves down and bites her neck.

Martha felt groggy, she awoke many hours later.  The sun had set, her body was exhausted yet still hot and craving more.  Malachai is just returning to the room with two glasses of wine.  He smiles warmly, those fierce eyes still full of that hunger.  His exquisite body exposed before her.  “With how loudly you moan I should call you my lark.  Here, have some wine.”  Martha took the beautiful crystal glass of deep crimson, scented strongly of florals.  “It’s a fine vintage I bought from Xinipex’s brewery.  I hope you slept well my dear, you’ve been out for nearly another day.  You have given me seven exquisite hours of pleasure my dear Martha for my birthday.  You made it very special for me, thank you.  But I still do have a gift for you.”  Martha could barely speak as she drank the wine greedily, it tasted divine.  

“A gift for me?  It’s your birthday, you get the gifts silly.”  She teased.  The handsome man flashed his charming smile.  

“I did say it broke protocol.”  He chuckled, Martha set down her glass on the side table and went to him, running her hands over all his exposed parts, his skin was hot like fire.  His scent was like a toxic perfume that captivated her.  He set down his own glass and kissed her lips gently.  “Close your eyes.”  Martha giggled and did as directed.  She felt a cold metal slide around her neck like a necklace.  Malachai clasped it behind her neck, standing behind her.  He moved her long hair and licked the exposed skin of her neck.  “Open them.”  Martha did and at first she smiled, it was a beautiful steel, silver and electrum necklace with a single heart shaped polished garnet.  Her smile faded to confusion when she noticed the keyhole on it.  

“Malachi?”  She queried.  

The man smiled and pressed himself against her, wrapping his arms around her stomach and chest.  “It is a special necklace, my lark.”  He kissed her shoulder and she cooed.  A thought shot through her head, she had a declaration.

“I have something I’ve been wanting to say to you!  She smiled.”  Malachai moaned softly in her ear.

“Well my lark go ahead, tell me, you can tell me anything.”  He breathily moaned in her ear.  Martha’s body grew warmer again. She turned around, giddy with delight as she gazed up into his eyes.

“Oh Malachai, we have been running around awhile now, we’ve had so much fun!  I don’t want it to end…I…I love you Malachai!  I love you so much!  Im think you feel the same for me too!  I want to make us an official coupling, a courtship!”  Malachi smiled and kissed her lips.

“My beautiful lark, your words are inspiring and beautiful as are your kind heart and fair features.  You fill me with such sensation and feeling.”  He kissed her again and whispered a word she didn’t recognize.  Her body felt weird, the wine must have been strong, the satyr that brewed it did tend to make strong spirits.  She leaned into him, kissed his lips and he directed her to the bed again.  She felt herself move without her command, and a tinge of confusion came back over her.  Malachi climbed on top of her on the bed, kissed her back, her neck, and her ear, his soft tongue tracing the edge of her ear as he entered her again.  Martha moaned as he did, his hot breath in her ear as he whispered.  “I don’t do love, my lark…”  Martha gasped.  Pain seared her heart, it was breaking within those few words.  She tried to speak but could not, she could not move.  The necklace he put on her neck felt heavier.  Malachai moved and filled her with pleasure, even as tears of a breaking heart welled in her eyes.  She mumbled, trying to speak.  But she couldn’t, he leaned down over her again whispering in her ear.  “And I’m not Malachai.”  Martha’s eyes widened as terror gripped her, new tears flooded from her eyes, powerless in this man's grasp, her heart broken.

[revasserium]

i love your replies to the writer’s ask! about the compliment you gave yourself, yes. i do agree. i’m trying to recall which HQ fanfic of yours i first read. i’ve read so many of your works from that era. as i’m sieving through my memories, a few works of yours pop up like kageyama & the world responding?? daichi’s story with the prompt on goodbyes? adore the way you hook and drag. without looking at your masterlist, which story immediately comes to mind when you think of “time”?

about driving, since i’m still new i haven’t driven much. i’m very excited to cruise on the roads, but i’m also really bad at overtaking (i.e. i can overtake—or else how would i have passed my driving test—but i haven’t done it when cars are going fast & when it’s crowded… road conditions for my test were milder). it’s scary… SJDJSJDJSJ. i’ll hopefully be driving soon with my parent who can instruct me. i think for the time being, as i get used to the car, i have to focus, but i look forward to blasting music while driving 👍 — @anonymilk

also the poem you gave me was so great 🥹 thank you!! are there any poems from that author you like as well?? why do you like them specifically?? — @anonymilk also what happened the past 2 weeks r u alright :( — @anonymilk

combining ur asks! <3 hope u dont mind and sorry i take so long lol but answers in the cut!

uGH that reaper!kageyama x angel!reader fic is still one of my all time favs u__u im so happy you remember that one. sldkfjasd and the daichi story T^T -- i realized that pre-hiatus i was so so so kagehina biased with a hard sprinkling of suga but then post-hiatus i came back and suddenly i'm a daichi stan like is this..... IRL character dev bro. am i just into the Greenest of Green Flags now. not that i dont still adore kagehina bc i do. u__u they are my babies.

in terms of "time" -- i think the one that comes to mind most immediately is the hinata "length of daylight" fic i wrote! it remains one of my fav hinata fics i've written to date :D

for driving -- it def is something that needs lots of practice! but you'll get there!!! i'm excited for you!!!! and yeah to this day, i hate overtaking ppl but it's a necessary evil LOL

re: agha shahid ali YES oh my god okay. i love his stuff. i actually found him when i saw a poem of his on the new york subway lol im not even kidding. and it still remains one of my favorite poems of his to this day -- it's called Stationary, and it goes like this:

The moon did not become the sun. It just fell on the desert in great sheets, reams of silver handmade by you. The night is your cottage industry now, the day is your brisk emporium. The world is full of paper. Write to me.

i think the reason i fell so in love with it is because every single line is so vivid. not to say that most of his other poems aren't like this as well but like. idk something about this just spoke to me so much? i love love love metaphors about like irl things turning /into/ paper or ink or like... writing-related stuff. it's just such a beautiful image to me. also like there's a phrase in every line that strikes me "reams of silver", "brisk emporium" -- and something about the sentence "the world is full of paper" makes me like want to yell bc it's so??? GOOD??? bc yes!!! the world is full of paper!!!!!

and obviously, the ending just SMACKS you doesn't it? write to me. ugh. UGH. ugh its so good.

sometimes this poem still comes back to me in random moments and it makes me happy.

and now for some not so fun stuff. tw for like... ilness and death but yeah uh.

this entire summer has just been kind of ass tbh??? like. during the single month of july, we had 4 people in my family/friend circle pass away -- 2 grandparents, 1 uncle, 1 friend of a friend (who was literally only 24yrs old!!! bruh!!!! WTF!!!). we thought August was going to be chiller, but nope. last day of Aug, last thursday, my boss's wife passed away after battling with cancer for 2+ years.

it hit hard for our entire team at work bc like. she was younger than my mom. and my boss is such an industry veteran, and he and his wife have been married for 17 years, they have a 13yr old son like... it just sucked all around. we all went to the funeral this past wednesday. it was a beautiful service, but obviously really freaking sad. half our entire office was there, everyone was crying. i was crying like. it was a mess.

and then right after, i think my body had had ENOUGH of this nonsense, and i got a really bad fever literally ONE HOUR after i got home from the funeral. and i've been sick since then.

it's just been... unreasonably rough... i'm really hoping that this is the last big bad thing that's gonna happen for the rest of the year. like. im so exhausted -- pls @ the universe LOL. take it easy on us okay.

so yeah. i try to keep the heavy stuff off this blog bc it's supposed to be a place where i come to be happy and write things that make me happy so i haven't talked about this much but u__u since you asked, i didn't wanna just be like "oh yeah everything is fine" when it's not LOL

i do hope that the summer is treating you better though! <3

[jmholloway]

Stationery

Agha Shahid Ali

The moon did not become the sun.

It just fell on the desert

in great sheets, reams

of silver handmade by you.

The night is your cottage industry now,

the day is your brisk emporium.

The world is full of paper.

Write to me.

[rdtrend-in]

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