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Carla what shampoo do you use?
"Honey scented, the smell lasts longer than others."
#carla tsukinami#diabolik lovers#diabolik lovers rp#diaboys#diahell#diabolik boys#diabolik lovers carla#diabolik rp#dialovers fandom#I also use hair oils and other things.#I wont go into detail however.
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AND WHAT WAS THE MIGHTY, DESTINED, AND OH SO HONORABLE LADY KRYZE DOING WITH THE DARKSABER WHILE THE DOOR WAS SHUT ON DIN AS HE WAS BEING CAPTURED???
not fucking using it to open the door, that's for sure.
#I SCREAMED SO FUCKING MUCH I WAS JUMPING UP AND DOWN SCREECHING AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS TEARING MY HAIR OUT#BITCH OPEN THE DOOOOOOORRRRR#OPEN THE FUCKING DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOR#YOU HAVE THE STUPID FUCKING SABER FOR A GODDAMN REASONNNNN#USE IT#AND THEN MISS MAAM USED IT TO OPEN THE OTHER DOOR#HELL FUCKING NO#immensely shaking. like beyond belief.#that was. so. fucking. stupid.#and the problem is i LIKED the episode#it's just THAT FUCKING MOMENT HAD ME VIBRATING SO VIOLENTLY#star wars#the mandalorian#din djarin#bo katan kryze#oil.#extra virgin olive oil#also my dad was like âaww i hope they get married!â after din gave bo-katan that speech and i fucking gagged#i was like âIF THAT'S ROMANTIC THEN DIN SAID THE SAME THING TO BOBA FETT. AND THE ARMORER SAID THE SAME THING TO BO-KATAN.â#and my dad was like âbut it's so romantic between the two tribes!â#KILLING MYSELF#my dad is such a dinbo stan and i'm such a dinbo hater#we argue every day#sigh.
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Hi kids, local licensed hair person here again with another FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DONT USE FUCKING HE@D AND $HOULDERS UNLESS YOU HAVE NO OTHER CHOICE BECAUSE IT IS A TERRIBLE FUCKING PRODUCT THAT DOES SO MUCH GODDAMN DAMAGE AND TRICKS YOU INTO CONTINUOUSLY USING IT AND I CAN SMELL AND FEEL IT ON YOUR HAIR FROM A MILE AWAY.
#every time i see someone in a store staring woefully at a bottle#i just want to grab it from them and throw it in the trash#it just clogs your scalp with bullshit which makes you itch more and think you have more dandruff#and GIVES you more bc its trapping oils in the CRAP#and then you go oh no a flare up better use my h&s#also dry scalp and dandruff are not the same thing and so many people unnecessarily#use medicated stuff they dont even need bc they dont know that#IF YOU HAVE A PRIMARY DOC YOU CAN SEE EASILY CHEAPLY ETC AND AFFORDABLE INSUR#ASK THEM FOR A MEDICATED SHAMPOO#it will work so much more efficiently and you wont need it so often just pair it#with a good conditioner kept off the roots bc your scalp makes its own#dont fucking use h&s unless you have no other option and if you do use it#clarify your hair the next wash and USE ANOTHER PRODUCT IN BETWEEN#OKAY TIRADE OVER THANKS#DVE FOR MEN IS ALSO A TRASH FIRE FYI
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I look forward for when my ear infection is gone. And to continue developing a body and hair ritual out of love.
#i have had an ear infection since Saturday. it was diagnosed on Monday and I was given ear drops.#Plot twist: the ear drops could not reach the infection. so the infection worsened. I went to a walk in again on Wednesday to have this#revealed. there is so much pus in my ear that my ear drum cannot be visualized. So I got a sick note for the rest of the week (doctor was#pretty insistent that I should not take just one day off#but the rest of the week!#anyway I look forward to feeling better. i want to be sure I take care of my hair as it gets longer.#so I have my tried and true jack59 citrus curly hair shampoo and conditioner bar (conditioner can be left as a leave in)#then I alternate a hair mask once a week. one is hair strengthening. one is hair softening.#i also have my satya for psoriasis but once a month I have to use a clarifying shampoo because satya has beeswax and leads to build up#I have two other hair/scalp oils that I use as pre treatment until I can figure out the minimal amount of oil to be useful#also during showering I have a scalp brush to really get my shampoo in my scalp and a playlist explicitly for showering#there are other things I plan to get like a silk bonnet abd microfibre towel from curle shopp#and I may try the LOC method for my hair as it gets longer#I have slowly been adding other techniques for my hair too#and then for my body I made a vody e#a body exfoliant that's more like a body polish and looks like ground beef#and then of course soap and a body balm that has calendula and other stuff#not to mention some face care. Alas#my face does best with NOTHING but skin cancer does not give a shit about that thus I must clean my face after sunscreen#I look forward to having energy again to do proper self care things. such and paying attention to thinks and cleaning dishes and cooking too#my post
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insecure princess!reader x barbarian!ghost cw: angst, brief sexual mentions, bad writing, confusing ghost insecure princess!reader who has never had any suitors. her sisters overshadow her. her mother pities her, afraid that her daughter will never marry.
fortunately, due to an alliance that her father has made, she finally marries. he's a barbaric prince, shameless and perverted. mean and scary.
princess!reader who tries her best to make love kindle between them, to live the fantasy that she's always had. she rubs lavender oil on her neck, tugs one of her nightgowns straps down her shoulder, to be desirable like the women in paintings. her lady-in-waiting helps her make her hair silky, and her dresses pleasing to the eye. but you can't put lipstick on a pig.
the prince only has her from the back. it's a relief that he wants to make love to her, but at the same time it breaks her heart. she wants to have a face that he wants to look at.
the princess' anxiety only worsens when she notices that the prince's older brother keeps looking at her. she's not used to attention from men, she doesn't know how to interpret it. he might want to hurt her, show everyone just how disgusting she is. or maybe he laughs with his mates about her, just like everyone else. or maybe... he likes the look of her, maybe he'd like to tug her nightgown down and have her chest to chest. it's a stupid thought, she shouldn't entertain them and embarrass herself. and he's her husbands brother!! it's wrong!
then, one night during a feast, her husband's drunk antics drive her to walk away. she wanders the dark hallways of the castle, moonlight and candlelight illuminating the paintings on the walls.
the princess stops to look out of a window, a lone tear running down her cheek. it's an unending weight on her shoulder. she hates the presence of other princess', the prettier princess', they only remind her of what she isn't. knights don't fight for her, artists don't paint her beauty, and princes don't ask her to dance at balls.
a noise makes her jump out of her thoughts, she whips her head around to look down at the hallway. it's him. her husband's brother, ghost. he stands few feet away from the princess, looking her up and down.
"c'mon," he urges, his voice deep and rough. ghost nods, gesturing down the corridor, to the feast. before the princess can even respond, he has already turned around and began to walk back. but she doesn't follow.
the princess stays in place, looking down at the floor as she sniffles. why should she go back there? they don't want her there. the man in armor turns back around when he doesn't hear the princess following after him. ghost lets out a sigh, as he hears her sniffle. with couple of steps, he's standing in front of her.
"why do you cry, princess?" he mutters, reaching up and gently holding her cheek in his scarred hand.
"i hate him..." it's a silent whisper, lost to the silence of the cold castle. her face twists as she fights against more tears.
"walls have ears, and they will twist your words into treason," ghost says firmly, shutting the girl up before she can be her own doom. his thumb run over the bottom of her eye, wiping up the tears that spill. ghost sighs and leans down, pressing a small kiss between her eyebrows.
"sweet princess, you need to return to the feast... i cannot take you away tonight," he whispers huskily.
"take me away...?" she repeats, even quieter, her brows knitted in confusion.
"if i killed him, i could claim you for myself," ghost murmurs. he looks down at her, letting the princess ingest his words.
her eyes are wide in shock. kill? for her? that is the most romantic thing she's ever heard. is this what courting is? if so, then she only wants more of it. she can't tell if he's mocking her, but there's something in his voice that makes her stomach stir with excitement. the wine in his breath makes her consider for a moment that he's messing with her, but she also wants to enjoy the attention.
"h-how would you take his life?" the girl straightens her back, trying to sound more confident.
"i would slit his throat, as easy as slicing a warm pie," ghost says it as if it's nothing, his running along her cheek. "i could take you far away, we would live in a house by the sea and you could wear pretty dresses for only me to see."
her breath hitches, feeling that flutter in her stomach. jesus christ. her hands clutch onto her cute little dress as she squeezes her thighs together. now she regrets giving her virginity to that twig, when a man like this could've had it, a man who truly deserves her purity.
"now be a smart girl and return to the feast." ghost murmurs and turns to walk back to the feast.
what?
she quickly reaches forward, desperately clinging onto the man's arm, to keep him there. if she let's go now, he might just come across a wench or two and change his mind. "b-but you said that-!" she stammers, utterly confused by the change in the air. there's no one there for her. no one who she's welcome to. her heart aches. she thought that this prince wanted her. what did she do wrong? ghost scoffs, gently prying the girls hands off his forearm. "you think itâll be like a story, a hero slaying the villain and sweeping the princess off her feet. but this is real life," his tone is suddenly colder, more detached. âyouâre chasing something that will never be yours.â
her hands stay in the air for a moment when he pulls away from her, reluctant to let go. his words sting, dig in deep and leave a pit for her to collapse in. her hands fall down and settle over her stomach as she fidgets with them.
she opens her mouth to say something, but the words escape her. it all changed so fast. some wench must've bewitched him, taken him from her. why can't she have anything, not even a man who wants her?
he looks at her again, his gaze intense, unflinching. his expression hardens, though thereâs still a part of him that almost looks regretful. and then, he just walks away.
the princess can do nothing else than stand in place and hold back tears. she's alone again. the moonlight makes her shaking hands look blue. did she misunderstand? did she wrongly assume the meaning of his words? or was she just so naive?
it hurts to think, and the thoughts themselves hurt even more. it'd better if she just went to bed. ------------------------------------
inspired by the fact that i'm ugly and never had a boyfriend
#uglygirltryingyaps#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x you#cod#afab reader#call of duty#cod 141#cod mw2#cod mwii#cod mw3#cod x reader#ghost cod#ghost call of duty#simon riley#ghost#ghost fanfiction#alternate universe
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The sadness and agony that emerges everytime I start a new oni save and am forced to remember what it's like to have a dupe without a hat only to put them in a hat because I think they'd look cute only to remember hats make half of them look bald but I spent this long maxing out a skill for them so Im too stubborn to back down and remove the hat
#rat rambles#oni posting#it wouldnt be nearly as much of a problem if dupes didnt all have the same like 3 faces that I suck ass at differenciating at a glance#the amount of times Ive mixed up my maes and nikolas makes me sad Im sorry mae no one should be mistaken with nikola#if I knew how to acess the animation files Id be tempted to make a mod to change it but I dont so Im not#but imagine how cute itd be if abe and nikola had their side spikes stiking out from the sides of their hats#couldnt save the super short haired ppl tho sorry ren ari travaldo turner ruby and probably others too#speaking of my ari I keep mistaking my hassan for ari even tho I dont have an ari yet sorry bestie#hes my main storage and cleaning guy which is the role ari is in my other save#anyways the new save is continuing to go well even if things have slowed down a lil#I managed to get my salt water guiser up and running even if its a very lazy approach of basically just cooling it in a tundra biome#but itll work for the time being until I can get plastic from either drekos or by tapping into my oil biome#Im going for drekos rn since I have a lot of them around but if I can get some atmo suits set up quick enough I might just dive for oil#mainly because I want natural gas for a gas range tbh especially since I started farming waterweed as well#along with duskcaps so I already have access to the ingredients for several high quality gas range foods if I can get one running#now that might be a bit hasty but also I havent actually set base on the teleporter planetoid yet and both the transporters are right there#and I managed to find the sender on my main planetoid so I could pretty easily send over high quality food as a nice start up#this mostly tempts me because theres also a distinct lack of particularly easy to farm plants in the immediate vicinity of the teleporter#which doesnt mean there Wont be food but it does mean that quite a bit of digging will likely need to be done#with is also made tricky by the lack of early settlement oxygen sources available#and while I could theoretically send oxygen from the main colony Id rly rather not until I can get a spom or two set up#which leaves oxyferns and rust as the main oxygen options there until reliable water is found#now one thing I could do is fully transition my main base to getting all its oxygen from a spom and then send the rest of my algae over#my main thing is just Im not rly sure where I wanna put my first spom#I just simply dont have as many options as Id like due to being surrounded by mostly swampy and jungle biomes#not that I couldnt build there or dig them out its just Id rly rather have atmo suits first#which since I am very early in my dreko farm will likely take a lil bit#which also brings up the problem of getting my metal refinery up and running so I dont have to keep using the rock crusher#Ill probably just slap one in one of my tundra biomes as a short term solution but long term Ill probably have to take a shot at a proper#industrial sauna once I get plastic
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Say what you will about Van Helsing 2004; hate it, love it, be indifferent, But the All-Hallow's masquerade ball went sooooo hard and it had zero right to do so! It's a fun, campy, monster mash movie with wonderfully dated ( and expensive) cgi and non-stop action meant to be a popcorn flick one takes out to watch around spooky season. And it has this* chef's kiss* GORGEOUS 6 minute sequence plopped arbitrarily in the second act, which unexpectedly surpasses nearly every other ball in the last 30+ years of film( notable exception being the Cinderella 2015 ball) for literally no reason other than to be dramatic af.
Like feast your eyes on this Gothic masterpiece!!! Who doesn't want to immediately live in this picture?!??
They used those candles with oil in them so that they would have real candles, real string orchestra( I believe), probably around 100 real life extras( something which is tragically absent in modern film), said extras are all in beautiful fully decked-out costumes( which are in luxuriously dark colours, but nearly no fully black, another thing you cannot say for much modern cinema), REAL CIRQUE DU SOLEIL PERFORMERS for all the acrobatics!!!! Hell, instead of filming in a sound stage, where they could control the reverb and the acoustics and the size of the set and the bloody lighting ( they apparently had a heck of a time emulating the firelight for this sequence) and the temperature( it's very cold in stone churches!) better, they filmed in a Baroque church in Prague! As I said, peak dramatic splendour, jfc...
Think about that a second...They filmed a vampire masquerade in a Baroque Catholic Church( St. Nicholas' in Lesser Town, if you were curious) with amazing over-the-top acoustics and marble statues and real, tiled floors and marble pillars and a choir loft which they very much utilized, covered the pipe organ and the altar with a grand brocade curtain so it wouldn't be so obviously a, you know, a church! And there's a gold gilt elevated and canopied pulpit into which they put two vampire kiddies for, again, the sake of being dramatic.
And the costumes! They remind me of the 25th anniversary Phantom of the Opera Masquerade costumes. Same quality, like they're old, well-cared-for costumes pulled out of a warehouse, instead of fast industry churn-outs. With lots of trim and colour and masks and lace and feathers and..just...ugh.. they are all perfect! Just look at all the head pieces on the ladies and the hats on all the gentleman ( save Dracula of course) and the powdered wigs on the musicians. ANNNNDD! The dresses are historically correct!!!!!! It's the 80's bustle era! Nobody does the 80's bustle era in film anymore and it's a bummer. Oh and one other thing! Anna's ( and other women's) hair, at least here in the ball, is also historically accurate because it's all pinned up! None of those fucken modern beachwaves at a ball! Everybody's got updo's!
Gah, I swear, Dracula in his gold cloak really does things to me in this scene!
By the way, the acrobatics are bonkers in here for just background stuff!! Especially the random guys on unicycles and the dude playing the violin whilst standing on a ball...Like....WHAT?
Anyways, all this to say, that this masquerade ball feels sooo real and tangible and because of that it blows every other film out of the water, and no, I will not change my mind!!!!!
Here's a few more gifs, bcuz, why the hell not, this scene is sexy as fuu*ck?
Alright I need to go to bed now.
#van helsing#van helsing 2004#dracula#count dracula#cinderella 2015#I'm on a film rant#masquerade ball#vampire#vampire masquerade ball#practical effects#costumes#gorgeous gorgeous set#baroque church#count vladislaus dracula#cirque du soleil#WHY IS THIS SOOO GOOD????????#princess anna valerious#kate beckinsale#richard roxburgh#phantom of the opera 25th#very phantom of the opera-esque
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Witchy Self-Care
*pulls out draft from over a year ago* ENJOY
Hi! this is a list of witchy self-care things you can do. Most of these are pretty basic on account that i wrote this ages ago but they definitely still work. Anyways, I hope these help :)
Do the dishes and dedicate it to your house spirit (if you have one) or a deity (if you're religious)
sweep/mop your floor in the shape of sigils
add rosemary (or rosemary water/essential oils) to the water you mop with to set an intention of cleansing
taking ritual a bath/shower
cleansing your energy. it's so basic but I forget more than i'd like to admit
dedicating time to yourself. it's just as important as dedicating time to your deities/other spirits
light shadow work or going to therapy. bettering your mental health also betters your spiritual.
go outside and ground yourself
take a nap (less witchy, more, I love naps. rest is important)
work out/stretch and dedicate it to an entity
do some gratitude
take 5 minutes to just sit and turn off your devices. you can use this time for anything, just take a second to get off screens and connect with the world around you
meditate. if you can't sit still long enough to meditate, just focus on taking 3 deep breathes
when you wash your face, draw sigils on your face with the cleanser and moisturiser
^do the same as above but with your body wash and when you wash your hair
say some affirmations/manifestations while brushing your teeth
just check in with yourself and see how you're feeling spiritually, psychically and emotionally. sometimes we don't actually know how we're feeling until we sit down and actually ask ourselves.
If anyone has any more to add please comment. I'll add them to the list (with credit of course)
#witchblr#paganism#hellenic polytheism#pagan witch#witchcraft#baby witch#beginner witch#deity worship#witchy#witches#witches of tumblr#witch blog#witch community#witchy self-care#witch#occult#witch tips#T's original witchy posts
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Crafts of the Witch Useful to Learn
Welcome to December 25th, here's some stuff about witchcraft to think about because you're on your phone looking for a distraction :)
So anyway here's stuff that's really useful to learn how to do before you actually need it because putting it all together for the first time on game day is stressful.
Creation and Desecration of a Poppet
A poppet is a deeply sympathetic representation of someone or something (usually another person).
According to the law of sympathy, whatever you do to the poppet will happen to the person it represents. You could cleanse and bless it, or smite it.
Poppets can be made in a wide variety of ways, from paper dolls, to clay figurines, to crocheted stuffies - anything you like. They also must be worked over magically to link them to their target.
The most ideal poppet is decorated to look very similar to the thing it represents, and is imbued with a taglock (such as hair, nail clippings, footprint dust, etc).
Learning Prompts:
The handicraft of creating the poppet - start with any arts and crafts you're interested in and see if they'll work for you
Practice making several poppets - you do not need to consecrate them. How easy is it for you to decorate it just like the real person? How easy is it for you to include taglocks?
Find a disposal plan. ""Voodoo dolls"" are steeped in public awareness; will it be safe for you to throw away the poppet in the trash when you're done with it?
Consecration or enlivening poppet as target. Find or develop a ritual to fill the poppet with magical life so that it becomes the target. Practice this once or twice (perhaps on a poppet of yourself, to cast blessings or prosperity magic on yourself)
Desecration or severing link. Find or develop a ritual to end the sympathetic link between the poppet and its target. Practice this once or twice.
Storage and tending of enlivened poppets. They are alive and they act like it. If you intend to have poppets sitting around for long-term spells or to use as-needed, you will need a system of storing them so that they "go to sleep" and remain undisturbed until you need them.
Consecration, In General
Here I mean "consecration" to be an act of magic which anoints an object as sacred unto a purpose, and therefore primed for magical use. In crude terms: you're making an object magical and giving it a purpose at the same time.
Consecration is a very useful thing to know how to do. In and of itself it can form a kind of minor enchantment (I consecrate this mug of oolong tea to be a potion of survival +1), but it can also prepare the way for powerful enchantments (I consecrate this ring to become a divine protector, ready to receive the powerful enchantment I soon cast upon it).
Learning Prompts:
Find or create a minor consecration spell which can be cast in under a minute. Strive to obtain one which is covert and can be done even in the presence of others. (Perhaps we could call this a 'cantrip'). Such a spell tends to be suitable for moving fate a few degrees over, or to dig a shallow pool in the tides of reality.
Find or create a hefty consecration spell. Consider what abilities or access you have that allows you to redefine the fate and purpose of an object. Contemplation of this spell can provide great insight into one's own belief and path. Such a spell may completely reorient fate, and carve new channels into the waterways of reality.
Practice minor consecrations on 5 different types of objects. Consecrating the tea, that's easy - stir it a few times. But how to consecrate a hairbrush? How to consecrate a mirror?
Practice major consecration twice, unto two very different domains. Perhaps a pepper oil of fiery smiting, and a crystal bracelet of deep soothing. This is an opportunity to compare and contrast the powers you raise when you work within different domains.
Desecration, In General; and Spell Reversal
To make profane; as in, to remove the magic from something and make it no more than a lump of physical matter, or a meaningless event like scattered dust on the winds of fate.
In my opinion, all witches should learn this - "don't raise up what you can't put down" also includes "don't enchant shit if you don't know how to undo enchantments."
To know how to nullify magic also means you can nullify unwanted and harmful things around you, and take the force and energy out of them.
Learning Prompts:
Find or create a minor desecration spell, one that you can cast on the fly and without tools or ingredients. Such a spell may be like a slapping a broom on a dusty rug; it will shake free things not tightly held.
Find or create a major desecration spell. Such a spell is like steam cleaning and shampooing a rug; it must remove every particle of magic and leave nothing behind but stripped fibers.
Practice minor desecrations 5 times in day-to-day life, targeting stank vibes and irritating situations that do not serve you.
Practice minor consecrations and desecrations 5 times by consecrating a stone, candle, etc., unto a magical purpose, and then removing the consecration.
Find an opportunity to cast a major desecration, which you may find the opportunity to do the next time the need for banishment comes up; or when sorting through old magical tools you no longer need, etc.
Find or create a solid spell reversal, one that you can use without having to have physical spell remnants on hand. Note that reverse to sender is not the same as nullifying your own magic.
Binding Divination Tools to Veracity, and Sundry Divination Management
Or if you like, binding veracity to divination tools. Binding is not baneful magic. Binding means to attach one thing to another thing, or to prevent something from being ways.
You can cast a binding on your divination tools to constrain them to only tell the truth, to truly peer beyond the veil, and only deliver what it can see; and never reflect your personal whims.
There's plenty of magic you can cast for your divinatory tools to make your life easier.
Prepare a binding spell to constrain a divination tool to only reflect the kind of truth you want. Do you want a tarot deck to only show your true state of mind? Do you want a set of runes to only read the will of the gods? Do you want your charm set to only read on the future, and not the past?
Find or create a protection spell to stop undue influence on a divination tool. This does not mean "evil spirits are manipulating your reading." Undue influence also means the strong emotions of querents, random psychic garbage, and the like; but it can also have an impact on the way you phrase questions and work with the tool itself.
Find or create a spell to enchant your tool as a magical seer/oracle. You can use a tarot deck out of the box, of course. You can also enchant it to be a magical object that obtains truth from mystical sources. Try it and see if you like the difference.
Find or create a charging ritual to revitalize your divination tools. This is a good opportunity to examine elemental energies; what kinds of energies are best suited to the purposes of divination and seeing beyond? The full moon is classically used for such purposes. Challenge yourself to recharge your divination tools once a month for 3 months, and see if you like the difference.
Blessing, In General
You have the power to generate and coalesce benevolent and helpful energies, and to distribute them into the world around you. You can bless anything you like, and perhaps the more the merrier; it's a very fine way to transform a space, and put love into the world.
Try considering blessings to have 2 parts; the first is to evoke a desirable force, and the second is to apply the force in a certain way: You could evoke the winter dawn as a blessing power, and then ask it to do something specific (provide a calm day, to make wise choices, to avoid bad traffic, etc).
Write your own minor blessing spell that you can perform in a minute or less. Try centering this blessing around a wonderful and benevolent force, whether it be a certain god, mushrooms, unconditional love, and so forth.
Write a separate minor blessing spell using a very different focus. Try the deep blue calming waters of the deep ocean, or the sprightly breezes of alpine hills, or the feeling of the first sip of a perfect bowl of soup; but make it have really different vibes from the first blessing.
Practice both minor blessings and see the difference. Challenge yourself to use each blessing cantrip 5 times. Try clustering the blessings to fill a space with that kind of energy (such as five items on desk blessed under the alpine breeze, and five items in the bathroom blessed under the deep ocean). Can you feel a difference in the spaces as you move in and out of them?
Write a major blessing using the various benevolent and lovely powers of your practice. This is another good opportunity to explore your practice. When you are in need of love, kindness, grace, and softness, what part of your path rises to meet your needs?
The Big Practice
Consecrate a poppet unto yourself. Bind and enchant a divination tool to be a powerful oracle of truth, and read on the most helpful equipment the poppet needs (RPG style: weapon, armor, familiar, potion?).
Whatever the answer, make a tiny container spell which serves the purpose. Consecrate it to be the tool that the poppet (you) needs.
Give the enchanted container spell to the poppet and cast a blessing on it, to be empowered with the new tool it has been granted in life.
Carefully store the poppet and its tool.
Periodically, perhaps between 1 to 6 times a year, recharge your divination tool and discern what new tools the poppet might need. Desecrate the old tool if you need to (or let them stack up), and consecrate new tools.
Keep the poppet and its tools for as long as you like, carefully severing the link between yourself and it when you're done with it.
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landscape with honey
summary: price/reader bear shifter fic. PART 4. (read the whole thing on ao3 here) tags: light daddy kink, breeding kink, very nsfw, she/her pronouns for reader
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He starts showing up at your house at odd hours.Â
Youâre fixing coffee in the morning, still fuzzy and warm from sleep, only to hear the sounds of hammering outside. Wrapping yourself in just a housecoat, you find John fixing the loose step on your stairs, barely sparing enough time to greet you before returning to the task at hand. When he finishes, he brushes off your attempts to pay him for the job, just loading his tools back in the car and driving off.
You sip your coffee and wonder. Odd.
The next day, you find him raking the leaves in your lawn. Two days later, he shows up at the grocers when youâre picking up produce, and helps you carry all your bags to the car. He also adds a peculiar amount of canned goods to your order and when you fret and try to tell him that you donât need the pickles and sauerkraut and beans and all of that stuff, he just lays a hand flat on your head and drags it down your hair until you go quiet.Â
He pays for the whole order.
Youâve never had to wonder about a manâs actions. Men are largely inscrutable to you, ever-shifting. They say one thing and mean another. They look at you like one might look at an oil painting, entitled something like Virgin Meeting Her Loverâs Eyes From The Top Of The Staircase or Landscape With Virgin. They speak to you as though an answer were entirely antithetical to their purpose in conversing with you.Â
John listens to you with a focus that borders on intimidating, like he wants to hear each word enunciated exactly how you might enunciate it. It has the sharp clarity of respect, of a mutual acknowledgement of humanity. He also comes over to fix your sink without you having to ask. The world of men is still largely confusing to you.Â
John grows surlier as the days grow shorter though. He doesnât snap or snarl at you the way he does sometimes with his recruits (you rarely see him interact with them, but sometimes youâll drop him off his lunch on the days when youâre feeling particularly generous and thatâs when youâll have the rare pleasure of hearing him shout at a trembling twenty-three year old for littering on the trail like a military captain), but itâs a near thing.Â
The worst is when he catches you on a jog one morning on his drive to work. You see his truck with the faded red paint pass you by and you give a short wave that he returns. He passes you by about half a yard before coming to a full stop and reversing. You stare at him as the window rolls down, brows furrowed.
âHi Joââ you start.
âGet in the car,â John growls. You hear the doors unlock.Â
ââŚMy uhâŚmy shiftâs in two hours, John, I canât justââ
âGet in the car.â
âThis is my only time to exercise!â
âIf I have to get out of this car and drag you inside, honey, I will. Donât play with me. Get in.â
You get in the car. Probably wisely. Still dripping sweat and shivering from the coldâyouâre not used to jogging in the winter, or at all for that matter, but it seemed like as good a time as any to startâyou glance over to stare at the side of Johnâs face. His jaw is set, almost as if in anger. His knuckles are white over the steering wheel as he makes a U-turn and drives back into town. The cab of his truck smells like flannel pulled out from the back of a closet, almost musty, but comforting in the way that old clothes can sometimes smell. Thereâs a cigarette ashed out in the dish in front of the centre console.Â
He takes you to the nearest bakery for coffee and a breakfast muffin and stares you down until you eat the whole thing. You feel like you have to scarf it down. Customers bustle into the bakery to order coffee to-go and fresh cookies and scones in waxy paper bags; everyone in town knows each other so you try to avoid the more curious stares when theyâre turned on you.
âThis is weird,â you say, staring down at the crumbs on your plate. âThis is really weird.â
âThis is what you get for exercising before winter,â John says, flagging down the barista for another muffin and a refill on your coffee. âWaste of calories.â The last part is said derisively, almost with a scoff.Â
You frown. âLots of people exercise. Even when it snows.â
âWinter is a time for hibernating. NotâŚsweat,â he says with a grimace, like the very thought is anathema to him.Â
"Hibernating?" you repeat skeptically, scrunching up your nose. "I mean, I spend a lot of time indoors, but I wouldn't say I'm hibernating."
John stares at you until you look away, flushed. "Finish your breakfast."
The barista returns with another blueberry muffin and a fresh cup of coffee. At least John's the one paying. When he finally seems satisfied, he hustles you home and leaves you off at the door with a stern warning.Â
âYou gonna be good for me this time?â he asks, a finger curled under your chin, tilting your head up. One of his hands curls around the doorframe and your heart jumps when you hear the wood creak under his grip. This close, you can see the faintest silver streaks at his temples and the flecks of it in his beard.
âIt was just a light jog,â you mumble, looking away.Â
âNot a light anything,â he warns, ducking closer until you feel like shrinking back, like disappearing into your house. âBake a cake if you have to burn off energy so bad. Iâll be over around seven, alright?âÂ
You mumble something, the words getting lost in themselves. Itâs impossible to think with John in your space like this. Itâs only when he finally pulls away and ambles back to his truck that you rock back on your heels, let go of whatever spell he had you under.Â
The first week of December hits town like a truck.Â
Youâre trudging home alone after your shift when you make the decision to cut through the forest because you missed the last bus and you donât want to spend an hour walking home. The first snow of the season has caught you off guard, clad in boots too autumnal and a sweater too thin for the biting cold. The flakes fall in thick chunks that stick for a brief moment before melting into the skin.
Itâs not the first time youâve travelled through the forest alone. The town is surrounded by pockets of the forest, like it canât help enveloping whatever space is left for it. Oftentimes itâs easier just to cut through the woods rather than travel the long way around. You wouldnât even call this the forest proper, not like the acres of trees sprouting over the mountains just off in the distance.Â
A bush rustles. Your eyes flick over for a second, breath hovering in your chest before you decide that itâs just a squirrel. Nothing ever happens in a town like this. The man from the other day notwithstanding, nothing truly bad ever happens. You keep walking down the partially demarcated path, lit only by the full moon overhead. Itâs so dark that the snow around you is almost blue.Â
The bush rustles again. You stop this time, feet staying planted in the snow long enough for your feet to grow cold. You stare at the dark shoots covered in a layer of snow; it stripes the branches like candy from a time ago, licorice twisted with white bark, and it doesnât move when you look at it. The bushes and trees are dense, impossible to peer through. Even walking through the forest doesnât make you feel immersed in it. You follow a barely marked path, hard to see through the recent snowfall, and stare out into the dark woods with a kind of animal sense. Not sure whether youâre alone, whether somethingâs there with you, and whether itâs sensed you or if youâve sensed it first.Â
You start walking again when your feet go numb. Better to just get home.
It comes behind you again as a slightly louder rustle. Itâs harder to shake off the fear this time, harder to say that itâs just the wind. The snow crunches under more than one set of feet, branches cracking under the weight of something larger than you.Â
You donât want to turn around, but the sound of something chuffing makes your stomach drop. The first thing that emerges when you turn to face it is its massive head, a white frosted muzzle, and the visible hump on its back. The wispy smoke of its breath puffs out when it breathes. Its eyes are dark, hardly reflecting any light at all. Then the rest of it emerges, the saplings bending out of its way as it clambers out of the woods and onto the path, staring you down all the while.
Youâve never seen a bear before. Not this close. Not so close that you know itâs been stalking you, know that it didnât come upon you by accident. Youâre staring down at your own body from somewhere else, fear displacing you. Rending you from your own body. Thereâs no way to guess its weight at a glance, but itâs easily twice the size of you, easily more than that.Â
When it takes a step forward, everything goes dark.Â
You wake up snuggled under the warmth of a thick blanket. Sleep is creamy thick, engulfing you on all sides, only the faintest prickle of awareness letting you know that youâre awake.Â
Itâs unpleasant to leave the cotton miasma of sleep, you think. Your nose scrunches up and you let out a tired huff, trying to will yourself back into it. The harder you try to force yourself back into it though, the farther away it floats.
Still it weighs you down. It takes an age to work up the energy to so much as twitch a finger. Even your eyelids insist on staying shut. Yet, the prickle of consciousness needles at you as if to say hello, wake up, you need to get up. You sigh and try to shimmy up onto your elbows.
A hand shoves you back down. The breath rushes out of you.
âGetâŚback down,â a rough voice grunts from over you and then the full weight of a man settles on top of you, pressing you deep into the mattress.Â
Consciousness snaps back into you, elastic sharp. The weight of him pins you to the bed, makes you sink into the plushness ofâand this is gradually coalescing in your mindâan unfamiliar place. All four corners of your body are trapped under him. The voice is familiar though. Ragged, brutal. A saw taken to the trunk of an old, thick tree, too many interior rings to count. You whisper Johnâs name and he grunts, making you flinch from how the sound reverberates through the side of your head.
Exhaustion is thick though and it leaves you heavy, even when John slowly lifts himself to his elbows from behind you. You feel him drag his body down the length of the bed, beard scratching into your skin with every petal soft kiss dropped along your spine during his descent.
âJohn?â you whisper, only just able to turn your head, not even able to struggle up to your elbows. âJ-John?â
He doesnât answer you. The room is near pitch black, only a window on the other end of the room with the curtain pulled back the smallest amount enough to let the moonlight in. Even the moonlight isnât enough. You know from the shape of the window that this isnât your house, that it must be somewhere else. You can only surmise from Johnâs presence that itâs his, but that thought passes over you like a rock skipping over water.Â
âWherâmâI?â you murmur, eyes fluttering shut when his lips press over the small of your back. Sensitive there.Â
Rough hands with callused fingertips smooth over your ass, pressing into the flesh. His fingers pry your cheeks apart, thumbs dipping into the space between and pressing over your hole, making you burn all over. Youâre too far gone to worry about any hair on your legs or anything about your body other than Johnâs hands undulating over your ass and thighs. You flinch violently when his teeth sink into the meat on the underside of your ass, so tender that even exhausted to the bone your body lashes out.Â
Big hands pry your legs apart. You flinch at the sudden hot breath over your sex, a whine tickling your throat. His face hovers so close to your centre that the tip of his nose presses on the tender skin near your entrance.Â
âWhaâ dâyouâŚthink youâre doinâ...â you ask breathlessly. Your brain tries to order your leg to kick, but it stays flat and limp on the bed.Â
The first touch of Johnâs tongue along your slit makes you melt, the flat of his tongue lapping upward and making your hips tilt up with it. It almost makes your mind go blank again, almost tips you back into the unconscious world because the synapses in your brain stop firing the second you remember that itâs John between your legs licking hungrily at your cunt. John from the grocery store, John from the rangerâs station in the mountainsâthe John youâve been crushing on and coveting for months now, content to just be friends with the gruff, handsome man in the house next to yours. Now sucking one of your nether lips into his mouth and tracing his tongue up the inside, gliding it over the supple flesh.
âYer in the den,â John mumbles into your pussy and itâs like he sears the words into your brain. ââN Iâm takinâ care of you, honey.â
âTheâŚthe denâŚ?â Itâs so hard to keep your thoughts in order. Each flick of his tongue makes you gasp, pussy growing wetter and hips grinding languidly down on his face.
He hums instead of answering.Â
âWhyâmâI so tired?â you slur.Â
His tongue saws over your clit from behind. It tears a broken whimper from you. You feel every textured ridge, the way it flicks around in a circle and then up and down again.Â
âWinter season,â John says, sucking your clit into his mouth until you whine at the top of your lungs. âBearâs sleep in winter.â
âThaâs silly. Mânot a bear,â you moan.Â
âNo,â he agrees, humming into your sex. âJusâ mated to one. Makes you sleepy too, honey.â
âMated?â you repeat back, but itâs lost in the way you moan when he eats your pussy from the back, licking into you with renewed vigour. Hungry like a bear. Grunting like a satisfied man, slurping loud enough to make your face heat up.Â
Words and old memories about bears hardly matter when the handsome man from next door spreads your legs wide, almost to the point of pain, and sinks his tongue into your hole again. You never wouldâve expected John to be vocal, but heâs noisy behind you, groaning into your cunt. He keeps mumbling things under his breath that you canât catch.Â
âJohnââ you gasp, biting your lip when he sucks your clit into his mouth again. âJohnâJohnââ
He only has to give you a single finger to tip you over the edge, feeds it in nice and slow. Your cunt clenches down at the intrusion, teeth nearly breaking through the skin of your lip.Â
When he crawls back over you, anticipation makes you shudder. You hear something faint in the background that grows steadily louder as John rests his elbows on either side of your head, until you realize that itâs your own voice murmuring, âPut it in, put it in, put it inââ
He obliges. A thick, steady plunge that hardly manages more than a handful of inches before youâre crying, and itâs too much, too much, too much. Pleasure not a limpid pool anymore but something cavernous and deep-dwelling, pulling you in or trying to make a home inside of you for it. Johnâs biceps tense with the strain of holding himself back.Â
You balance on the knifeâs edge between pleasure and pain. Thereâs a single thought in your head that it might burn you up from the inside; it runs a jagged hole through you.Â
His nose drags through your hair. âNever expected you. Thought Iâd go another season alone âtill I started smellinâ you around town.â
You hiccup. âYâneverânever paid me any attention âforâ before, ahââ
ââCourse I paid attention toâya, honey,â John says into your ear, grunting when he drives deeper into your pussy, still just a languid grind of his hips, so mind-numbingly slow that your thoughts sizzle out of your head. He keeps dragging his hips back and plunging in, barely pulling away from you, all skin on slick skin. âMade a home for mâself in your house. Made sure we had ânough to eat for the winter.â
âThe winter?â
âWonât be goinâ anywhere for a few months.â He brushes your hair out of the way to kiss down your neck, giving in to the urge to bite just a little. His body stays pressed tight to yours, hardly an inch of space between the two of you. âWasnâ sure at first if itâd be here or in your house soâŚÂ fuck, I had to get ready. Make sure youâd be safe when it hit.â
âDonâ evenâŚknow whaâ that means,â you mumble into the mattress, then squeal and fist the fists when John shoves a hand under you to grope your chest.
âDonât worry about it,â he shushes you. âAll yâhave to do now is lie there ân take my cock, okay, honey? Canâya do that for me? Iâll get some food in you after weâre done, then send ya back to bed.â
Only a whine comes out when you open your mouth. Johnâs arm by your head forces you to breathe in the scent of him, musky and rich. You stare at the hair on his knuckles and his thick fingers gripping the sheets as well, old nicks and scars decorating his hand. You canât stop staring at his fingers and thinking that he had one of those in you before, that heâs felt you from the inside.Â
He never pulls away, never changes positions, just fucks you on your tummy in his bed. Youâve never been in Johnâs bedroom before, but this has to be his roomâeven the pillowcase smells like him, pine needles and cigar smoke. He keeps up a steady pounding into your cunt, rutting like a wild animal. Has to be close. Gets so close to you that you feel smothered, trapped in place. Like if you struggled, he wouldnât let up. You want to test it, see if you could, but the heaviness is still in your limbs, keeping you docile. Convenient. A little convenient thing for him to use, like a doll to get himself off with.
âNever coulda imagined such a pretty girl fâr me,â John groans, getting a grip in your hair to twist your head, tugging you into a kiss. Your whole body sparks to life, so shocked that you canât even kiss him back at first. You wait until he pulls back, staring into his half-lidded eyes through the mess of your hair all tangled up around you. âGave up on thinkinâ there was anyone out there. Thank fuck I found you first, honey. Can start workinâ on all the good stuff now. Get you to give daddy a baby.â
âD-daddy?â you gasp back, almost scandalized.Â
He pants into your shoulder, worked up now. âYeah, honey. Donâ I take care of you? Buy yâr food, fix yâr house? Give you someplace nice ân warm to sleep?â
You feel soaked with sweat, twitchy, on the verge of something dangerous. Vision all fogged up, heart beating so fast that your skin buzzes. Stretched out on a fat cock and pinned in a manâs bed, nowhere to run or hide.Â
âY-yeah,â you stutter when John gets a bit rougher, his breathing getting more staggered, laboured.Â
âThatâs right, girl,â he grunts, âIâm yâr fuckinâ daddy then, arenât I?â
Magma bubbles up from deep inside of you. Rockslides off in the distance beat against the ground. When you cry out, it gets lost in the rubble.Â
You stumble into the living room maybe hours later after using the washroom across the hall. Maybe a day later. Itâs hard to say how many times the sun has risen and fallen behind the mountains. The clock face stares back at you uncomprehendingly.Â
Come drips out of you onto the floor. Thick droplets run down your inner thighs. John is still sleeping in the bed where you left him, snoring like a chainsaw. It mustâve been what woke you up. Thereâs no way of knowing how long itâs been since he first brought you home, since he left a mess in your pussy, which is still puffy and sore from rough use. You walk with halting little steps to try to minimize the ache.Â
You stare bleary-eyed around the room. It feels somehow different than the previous times Johnâs had you over; there are more throws and blankets draped over the couch, candles scattered around the living room with a lighter on the mantle.Â
Thereâs a fire roaring in the fireplace, blanketing the house in a layer of warmth. It makes you sluggish, stumbling forward only a handful of steps before the shaggy rug in front of the fire drags you back down to the floor.Â
âWhatâre you doing out of bed, pretty girl?â someone rumbles from behind you.Â
âHad tâpee,â you say, blinking. You try to rub the sleep out of your eyes unsuccessfully. âWhyâmâI still so tired? Itâs beenâŚI slept so longâŚâ
âCâmon, honey,â John says, coming up behind you and curling his arms around you, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. âTold you it was gonna be a long winter. Maybe just one more and then somethinâ to eat, okay?â
Itâs easy to sink to the floor, so easy. Especially with the fluffy rug under your feet. Especially with the fireplace toasting you from the outside in, the tinder crackling in the hearth. Everything in the house is dark and warm, only the fire giving you any light at all. Outside the window, the moon is still heavy in the sky.Â
Something about the humidity of the den makes you suddenly so tired, boneless, pliable when he goes to move you, when John curves himself around you in the furs and reaches down to slide a hand between your thighs.Â
He grunts when he finds you wet and wanting, sinking a couple fingers in and palming your clit. He doesnât talk much still, but he says good girl when he cants your hips and slowly stretches you out on his cock. Feeds it into you achingly slow, like molasses. Like nothingâs due for another few months, so why rush it? Heâll take his time so youâre nice and happy and sweet come spring for cubs.
Youâre not sure what that means. The pace is slow and deep, like before but less intentional. Like he just wants to savour the warmth of your body.Â
When he finally comes deep inside you, your body goes limp, collapsing in a heap onto the rug. You expect John to pull out and turn over, maybe pull you onto his chest so you have somewhere to rest. Instead, he sighs all tired and content, and stays in you, still plugged up in your cunt, his spend only just starting to leak out into a pool beneath you.Â
âAre we gonna eat?â you mumble, already half-asleep.
Somewhere behind you, he laughs; itâs soft like a snowfall in winter. âYeah, honey. After a nap, we can eat.â
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a/n: I still have so many asks for this man, and I have not forgotten them! Thank you to everyone who voted, to everyone who takes the time to comment and reblog on my posts. You have no idea how you all have reinvigorated my love for writing, a million hugs and cuddles for all of you. I always welcome any and all comments and questions or deep dives! This isn't beta'd, barely proofread. Hope you enjoy đxo
Warnings; 18+ no minors, vague but big-legal age gap, piv sex, dirty talk, let me know if I missed any!
Pairing: Marcus Acaciusx F!Reader
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The sun was oppressive. It beat down with a vengeance and the fan in your hand did nothing to alleviate the waves of heat permeating the market. You had half a mind to head right back to the villa, to ask Marcus to bring you on another day when you could focus on anything other than the drops of sweat sliding down your spine, making your new robes stick to your skin. Or the way the stiff leather sandals on your feet rubbed your ankles raw.Â
Running back to the villa didnât seem right however, it tasted too much of defeat, of a refusal to accept your new place in this world and the thought of your General, your husband being disappointed in your inability to shop for yourself put eels into your belly. Gritting your teeth, you continued your hunt for the things you needed.Â
âWhat about this Domina?â Your new attendant, a girl a few years younger than you had been when youâd first joined his house pointed at a blessedly covered stall, golden trinkets glittering where the sun poked through gaps in the covering catching your eye.Â
âLet us look.â You smiled, making your way over. There you found a lovely perfumed oil for your skin, at a fairly reasonable price. You also found some of the incense Marcus liked, and a new brush for his hair. You bought them, even though he had sent you with the intent to buy things for yourself. With your purchases made and in the hands of your guards you decided to finally return home, when another stall caught your eye. Gauzy sheer linens covered most of it but when the warm breeze blew them aside, glittering jewels flashed.Â
The woman running the stall smiled when you entered, she had streaks of grey in her hair, lovely oiled skin and eyes as dark as night.Â
Opals with fire caught inside them hung on golden racks, rubies the size of walnuts, emeralds as green as fresh laurel leaves glittered, all of them entrancing you enough to pull your hands out to touch them.Â
âWith your skin, those would look lovely.â She walked over, pulling dark blue sapphire earrings from their place on her wall and holding them to your ears. âBeautiful.â
âThey are gorgeous, I must admit.â Marcus had told you to buy whatever you wanted, had given you enough coin to splurge but you hesitated. Your eyes fell to a small book on a shelf, a picture of a man and a woman on the cover.Â
âThat is⌠very educational. Especially for a married woman.â She pulled the book off the shelf, placing it into your hands for you to peruse. The contents made you gasp. It was a guide book, a guide for the art of love. The art of copulation. There were diagrams, positions to try, all manner of things youâd never even thought of.Â
Heat rushed to your face, the thought of showing Marcus, of trying them with him made the heat grow and spread to the place between your thighs.Â
âYou must have it, I have no doubt your husband will enjoy it, you as well.â She winked and you laughed a nervous little laugh, nodding conspiratorially.Â
âYou should adorn yourself for him, something glittering, something precious.â She gestured to the jewels once more and you bit your lip, wondering what to choose until you saw what looked to be a belt of different coloured gems.Â
âI like thisâis it for my waist?â You slid your fingers across it.Â
âThat would be perfect, not just your waist my lady.â She undid the clasps and arranged it, draping it onto your body. âUsually the ladies wear them over a simple robe to elevate it, but I think it would look just as beautiful against the skin, if you take my meaning.â You could see it, the top part of it like a necklace, with a long line of gems between your breasts leading down to connect with another line of it like a belt.Â
With an ache for him, and a considerably lighter purse, you left with your purchases and made your way home once more.Â
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He was occupied, held up in his study with representatives from the Emperor, a senator and a whole host of others taking up his time with important matters. You left him to it, and busied yourself with your own preparations.
The tub was steaming and fragrant when you submerged yourself. Dried flowers and sweet smelling oils swirling with every movement, all manner of different elements coming together to soften your skin and make you shine for him. Thoughts of what he would think of your book fill your mind as you cleanse yourself of the day, musings about what he might choose pull at the corners of your lips as you run the clean washcloth across the expanse of your chest and thighs.
You oil your skin once out of the tub, arrange your hair and adorn yourself with jewels. Golden bracelets and anklets heâd gifted you on your wedding night, an armband shaped like a snake, earrings that dangle and trap the light when you move, the special body chain from the stand. You feel like a goddess, like a priestess readying yourself for worship.Â
By the time he comes to bed the need, the arousal is fierce enough to make your hands shake.Â
âApologies my love, I was hoping to have been done sooner butââ he catches sight of you then, sprawled out on the bed, an airy robe leaving nothing to the imagination, the small book in your hands. His eyes devour you, robbing him of his words, making your heart race.
âI have something for you, something for us.â You rise, exaggerating the swing in your hips with every step you take towards him. Your adornments jingle, a pleasant sound rings with every stride.Â
âDo you now?â He licks his lips, and presses his palm to his growing bulge at the sight of you. âI have something for you too, growing stiff and aching.â His hand reaches for you as you get closer, pulling you into his embrace.Â
âI do not doubt that.â You laugh, pressing your palms to his chest to keep him from pushing you onto your bed.
âI would very much like to give it to you, nice and deep.â His eyes are so lust blown that the warm brown is now a cold black. A moan escapes at his words, at the feel of his kiss on your throat.
âFirst, I would like you to look through the book I bought today.â He frowns, confused at the apparent shift. âI believe it could be very educational for us.â
If you werenât so aroused, so excited to experiment you might have laughed at his expression. Naked shock was all you could see on his face. Never, in all your years within the villa, within his presence had you ever rendered him speechless before. The effect is titillating.
Wordlessly he peruses the pages, cheeks flushing, attention rapt at the diagrams and instructions shown within.
âGods above.â Your smile deepens at the low whisper of his voice, nerves fraying with anticipation.Â
âI am particularly curious about this one.â With trembling hands, you flip the pages to a certain diagram, where the woman is sitting on the man's lap but facing away, her legs closed tightly between his legs underneath her. The thought of Marcus having you that way floods your body with heat. His mouth at your ear, his hands free to slip between your legs or hold onto the weight of your breasts.Â
Silently he studies the book, eyes intent. His quiet intensity fills the air between you, it makes you wring your hands with nervous anticipation, almost makes you wonder if youâve gone too far. Your nerves fray the longer he stares, the old fear of disappointing or upsetting him creeps up your spine, until he smiles and licks his lip.Â
âYou, my love, continue to surprise me.â He closes the book and sets it aside.Â
âDo I?â You take his hand in yours, and press it to your lips, desperate for his approval and for his love.
âOh yes. Just when I think I cannot be any more fortunate, you spoil me and show me another facet of your love.â He pulls you forward, guiding you to stand between his spread legs at the edge of your bed, pulling the robe off to expose your nakedness.
âLook at you.â His palms slide from the sides of your thighs past your hips where they touch the jewels that adorn your waist. Up, up, up until his thumbs flick at your nipples.Â
âYou are yourself, my most precious jewel. So beautifulââ He presses his face to your breast, his lips gliding across your skin between words, â-kind, adventurous and brave, sweet as summer fruit,â he skims his nose over the top of your breast before licking at the stiff peak. With a sigh you hold him close, fingernails scratching at his neck, slipping through the fine grey waves, cradling his head close.Â
Your heart races as he pours his love onto you, any and all fears are quieted to nothing under the silky slip of his palms against your back. His mouth forms a tight seal around your nipple, enough that it makes you gasp. His smile is predatory, confident and it makes you laugh; half nervous, half exhilarated.Â
Your breasts shine with the oil, and his spit when he lets go. You take the opportunity to pull his robes up and off. Your mouth waters at the sight of his manhood, hard and leaking for you.Â
âTurn around.â His voice sends a shiver down your spine, deep and commanding, irrefutable. His lips press to your shoulder, moving down to your lower back, you squeal in shock and delight to feel his teeth on the meat of your ass.Â
âI could devour you whole, do you know that?â You can hear the smile in his voice.
The arousal is enough to choke you, enough to ease the glide of himself against your sex. Butterflies swarm as he pulls you back, guiding his own weeping tip to the tight fist of your cunt until you sink, slowly onto him. You gasp at just how deep, just how full you feel like this.Â
âGods above, woman.â His grip on your hips is tight enough to bruise, his voice strangled in your ear.
It is so much better than you had imagined.
His thighs bracket yours as you adjust to the fullness, slick dribbles out of you and drenches his lap when his hands do exactly as you hoped they might. With deft fingers he pinches and pulls at your sensitive nipples, teasing the peaks mercilessly as you begin a tentative bounce on his lap.
âIs this how you wanted it?â His breath tickles your neck, painting your skin in gooseflesh.Â
âYes, yes Marcus, just like this-â your head falls back onto his shoulder, the arousal so fierce it burns through you, sets your heart beating like the wings of a hummingbird, trapped in the cage of your ribs.Â
âTake it, take your pleasure from me my love, ride this cockââ he bucks up, pulling a pained moan from somewhere inside you.Â
âThatâs it, you can do it, milk my fucking cock.â His arm tightens around your middle and you can feel the jewels pinching at your skin, the edge of pain only heightens the pleasure coursing through your veins, ripping a swathe through your body in the shape of him, always him.Â
Thick fingers force their way between the tight press of your thighs, pinching at your swollen clit and itâs almost too much. Sweat beads in your hairline, slips between your bodies as you roll your hips harder, clenching around him with every tight bounce.Â
There are no more words, only the harsh pant of his breath in your ear, the slick, vulgar sound of your wet arousal; the whimpering heralding your climax.Â
His fingers leave your clit and you whine, the demand for them to return on the tip of your tongue but he quells it, pressing those same fingers into your mouth. He takes the saliva from your mouth, and returns his fingers to their task. The slip is just right and with a silent scream you freeze, squeezing him tight enough for him to hiss, tight enough to do just as he wanted and milk him for all heâs worth.
His grip around your middle softens, the jewels have left indents in his skin as well as yours, you pull his arm up to press your lips to it.Â
Once the blood has settled and youâve caught your breath, you pull away from him, turning to settle in his lap again only this time facing him.Â
His expression is pure bliss, flushed with exertion and smiling with the ghost of his climax still painting his features.Â
âI must send you to the market more often, spoil you as you spoil me.â You laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck just as his wrap tightly around your waist.
âSo you are pleased with my purchase then?â Your lips press to his mouth, his cheek, the little hairless spot on his chin, your favourite constellation to map out.Â
âI am more than pleased with it, but I must study it in depth. So many things to try, so many lessons for us to learn from this book, hmm?â He skims his nose across the column of your throat, smiling into your skin as your heart races for him even with your pleasure still coursing through you.Â
ââŚAnd you know that I am a quick learner, my love.â
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Ritualsâď¸(Leona x Reader)
Leona is low on spoons after the Tamashina-Mina tournament and needs some attention. Also what better way for him to sneakily court his favorite creature?
Curated from my 200k+ words Leona x Yuu fic
Characters: Leona Kingscholar x Yuu!Reader (GN. No physical description for Yuu. Yuu knows massage therapy.)
Words: 3k, 3rd person
Notes: I saw a meme the other day about how: âLiberalism leaves peopleâs bodies when mental health starts to affect someoneâs hygieneâ and I thought of how the fandom used to treat Leona. Also, I really wanted to make the âhe uses you as a pillowâ cliche not icky.Â
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It was baffling enough of a request that Leona Kingscholar invited Yuu to his home, but even more so was the thing he asked of them now.
âWhat? Am I your servant now, too?â
âNo, course not.â He seemed deeply offended at this implication, nostrils flaring in indignance while his ears flopped backward against his hair. âIâmâŚaskinâ you.â His ears flipped back up as he took a step closer, awaiting their response.
âWait. You're seriousâŚ?â Yuu asked with a crinkle of their nose.
âPleaseâŚ?â The word was barely audible, the manâs green-eyed stare never breaking from theirs. âIf youâd be so kindâŚâ He smirked, putting on an air, propping a hand on his hip. It was a warm day at the palace and he donned a pair of loose linen pants and a matching cream-colored tank top, all embroidered with gold.
Yuu swayed their head back and forth while they considered the idea, unimpressed by the sudden âprincelyâ act. What was he up to? They gazed down at the object in their hand as if it held the answer. Well, it wasnât often that they heard that word from Leona Kingscholar. âFine, okay.âÂ
Was it really such a big deal, brushing his hair?
â
The hammock below the two of them swayed with both their weights as they sat face to face, each teetering on each edge of the colorful canvas. Late afternoon light filtered through the stained glass over all the greenery of the palace gardens, gilding everything it touched.Â
Sighing, Yuu made another move, leaning forward to grab another section of the dark waves from the manâs shoulder. They hadnât even ended up using the brush much so far. The only thing it had been good for was hitting the man when he talked back.Â
âWell, the good news isâŚI got most of it.â
On their way here, Yuu grabbed their bag, bringing it with them to the gardens. Luckily, they kept a few favorites with them at all times. A small vial of rosehip oil; that would work. It could be used for both skin and hair in a pinch. Removing the dropper from the bottle they dripped some more into their palms, rubbing them together before applying it to the end of the manâs loose curls.
âStinks.â
Yuu couldnât help but roll their eyes at him. âItâs just rose. Itâs nothing compared to that eye-watering cologne you bathe in every day. They sighed, working it through his thick tresses in the silence, pulling it all through to the ends of each section. â...I shouldnât really be brushing it when itâs all tangled like this, you know.â
âTch, I know that,â He said indignantly, his lips pressing into a small pout, eyes downcast to watch them work. âEveryone just assumes my hair is like my brotherâsâŚâ
They pressed their lips together. âHmph. Then do it yourself, next time, huh? â Letting out a huff, they released the bushel of soft curls, the dark curtain falling over Leona's neck. His hair honestly wasnât as bad as he had made it seem. It just needed some moisture and careful detangling.
âNaw, why would IâŚwhen youâre already doing it for me.â The man reclined forward, propping his elbow on the canvas. âMmm.â He watched them move on to the next section, meticulously separating the frizz and smoothing it over with the oil. Releasing a small sound in his throat, he stared up at them with lethargic eyes, seemingly in a trance.Â
Yuu shook their head at his comment, knowing that secretly he was just eating up the attention. Â Keeping their eyes down on their work, they were careful not to pull too hard on his strands.
Leona muttered something as his lids fell completely closed, the end of his tail tapping on the edge of the hammock by their knee. A steady drumbeat.
They took their time with the rest, with only the noise of a few birds calling and Leonaâs occasional sigh or grumble. It wasnât long before, their lids lulled down too. It was relaxing in a way, quietly detangling someoneâs hair.
Every once and a while their eyes flitted to the manâs face, catching the little twitch of the corner of his lips. After Yuu was done the detangling, they pulled two equal parts of the bottom sections forward, trying their best to get them even. They stuck their tongue out while they focused, before braiding them as neatly as they could manage, in the way he normally wore them.Â
âThere, you look more like yourself...â Yuu shrugged when they were done, tugging on one of the braids, and making sure the man wasnât actually asleep. âBetter?â They crossed their arms, raising a brow over at him.
âYeah.â The man opened his eyes slightly, the edge of his mouth falling into a crooked, but satisfied smile. âYou did good.â His voice crackled just like the way a warm fire would. Like the bonfires at Savanclaw. He may have been sincere, but everything Leona said was always dipped in just a little bit of patronization.
Yuu palmed him on the forehead, pushing his face away slightly before letting their fingers drift up to his scalp, moving some of the hair out of his face.
âHm?â He questioned, shifting slightly, turning his head to look up at what they were doing.
âAre you uh- still having those headaches?â They began to work their finger into his crown, between his twitching ears, pressing gently down on a few familiar pressure points. âI have to tell you, Iâm the best.â
âI always have a headache when you're around.â He sat up erect, suddenly seeming full of energy, grabbing their calves and yanking them closer to him, practically into his lap. He kept going until the backs of their legs were hooked over his thighs. He chuckled in delight at their bewildered deer-in-headlights reaction.Â
Yuu froze at his boldness, pressing their lips together into a pout as they stared up at him with blinking eyes.Â
âDonât be all shy, now. Prove it. I think I got a big one coming on.â He purred at them.
Still playing, hm? âHmph.â They huffed out a breath at his shenanigans.
Leona didnât let them get far though, keeping his lock around their ankles, leaning over to study their reaction. âFeel free to say no.â He released them, holding his hands up innocently. â...If youâre not up to the task that is.â A bit of his white fangs gleamed as his sneer widened, leering at them through his dark lashes.
âYou-â Yuu stuttered, resigning themselves. They were falling for it. This is what Leona was best at: pushing others into âproving themselvesâ by gently prodding them from their comfort zone.
âFine.â Saying nothing more, they only lifted their hands to evaluate him once more, taking in a breath before tracing their fingers down the sides of his muscular neck.Â
Ah, the man seemed a bit surprised to see them agree, but he quickly masked it with another smug smile as he lifted his jaw to accommodate them.
Leonaâs skin was much warmer than theirs and surprisingly smooth, his excited pulse fluttering under their fingers. âHm. You are tense.â They muttered aloud, pressing their thumb into one of the hard muscles there. âThat hurt?â
âAck, what do you think? BeastâŚâ He hissed, his ears lowering slightly, grabbing their wrist to stop them.
Yuu smirked, most people didnât expect that kind of strength from themâŚuntil they gave them a chance to prove it. âSheesh, sorry you big baby. I was just askinâ.â They rolled their eyes and swatted his nosy hand away. This allowed them to focus again, laying their palms on both of his broad shoulders.Â
They could see it clearly now, his shoulders were rounded forward, and his left side was higherâsignaling to them he probably held more tension there.
The man was studying them again, one grumpy eye barely open.Â
Yuu chuckled, no one expects how much it hurts. Though as much as they enjoyed hurting the man, they went in softer this time, gently kneading his shoulders and neck, before they bothered to poke him anymore. As they worked closer to his jaw, they became enveloped in his signature smell. Traces of cinnamon, hints of orange, and star anise lingered on their fingertips as they explored his exposed skin, taking care to not pull on the golden necklace that hung from his neck.
âHowâŚdid you know?â Leona asked through a groan.
 They had hit the right spot.
âThe way you walk, for one. You know, with your head forward. For royaltyâŚyour posture is terrible, you know. You heard Vil. Anyways, I can just tell by feeling most of the time.â Yuu added, continuing to work on the tightest areas first.
âTch, youâre one to talk,â He said through his groans, brown ears flopping to the sides as he began to relax into their skilled touch. â...I recall us both getting reamed by Schoenheit at those practices.â
âHey, Iâm not the one on trial here. You asked for my expert opinion.â They continued, reaching around to the back of the manâs neck to rub circles in the base of his skull, moving up into his thick hair.
Leona made a rumbling noise in his chest at this, letting his head nod forward until he went completely limp in their hands. Somewhere, between the ticks of both their breaths, he had slumped his whole weight on them. A whole lion in their lap.
âMmm.â He nuzzled his forehead against Yuu's shoulder, moving his hand from their calf up onto their arm, running a finger across the loose thread of their sleeve.
Yuu tensed, the manâs warm breath tickling their neck. It felt a little surreal to think such a powerful mage lay against them now like an oversized house cat. It was sort of an honor that he felt so relaxed around them. Sort of.Â
They shook their head, trying not to giggle, and straightened their back to accommodate the new weight. Yuu kept on working as if nothing had changed, ignoring the fluttering in their guts that his soft breaths over their cheeks stirred.Â
After they finished with his scalp, they worked back down to his shoulders, grabbing both of them and twisting them to one side, signaling wordlessly for the man to turn around for them. The hammock squeaked as he rearranged himself and Yuu pulled his head down into the center of their lap. Â
Some people they had worked on, like Jack, could never fully relax for them, no matter how many times they reminded him to. However, the oxymoron of man before them seemed to have no problem flopping over like a sleepy kitten, ready to be petted.Â
Going by cat behavior, he had shown them his belly, a small sliver peeking from the edge of his top. Now, with a completely malleable lion in their lap, Yuu couldnât help but smile. He was totally at their mercy, moving whichever way they pulled him.
Their fingers made their way up and down his neck shoulders and even a bit of his chest, respecting the barrier of his tunic's low neckline.
Every once in a while, Leonaâs lips tumbled open with a deep rumbling sigh of relief, pressing himself in their touch with each stroke, seeming to crave more and more. Their face grew hot, some part of this feltâŚtoo intimate. No, no. It was just a massage, but the manâs touch-starved reactions were becoming harder and harder to ignore.
 It was only when Yuuâs fingers reached up to his jaw did Leona open his eyes once more.
As their fingertips settled on the sides of his face, his shoulders went stiff under their care, Leonaâs pulse ramping up for the first time during the massage. His jaw tightened as they brought their fingers up to the temples of his grimacing face, trying to soothe him.Â
He couldnât be nervous now, could he?
âYouâŚhold a lot of tension in your face too,â They said calmly, urging his head to the right side, âEspecially yourâŚjaw.â They moved down to press their thumb into his cheek, easily finding the small, rigid muscle on the left side of his face.
The man grunted, âEasy.âÂ
Yuu shook their head again and eased up some. â...Just breathe.â They sighed, rolling their eyes as they massaged his jaw. âThat right there is probably a big culprit of your headaches, you know.â
âHmm,â He replied thoughtfully, his face softening some at their more gentle method.Â
Their fingers worked each side of his face some more, then trailed slowly up his nose, rubbing circles across his sinuses. When they made their way up to his âthird eyeâ area they rubbed extra hard to make a point, trying to get him to relax once more. âSorry, just trying smooth out that permanent wrinkle you got thereâŚâ
Leona scoffed, dipping his head back into their touch, and closing his eyes shut again. âTch, yeah well, every time I come home to visit it ages me five years, so...â He chuckled.
Yuu let out a light chuckle too, taking the strokes they made on the manâs cheeks upward and into his hairline, brushing against his scar a few times.
Leonaâs forehead creased, an uncommon expression gracing his usually stern or sarcastic face. His broad nose curled in discomfort and they could see his eyes flicker anxiously under his lids. He was even holding his breath.
âHeyâŚJust breathe I told you!â They repeated with another soft laugh. âIt helps with circulation.â
âMmph.â The man said nothing and grunted at them before exhaling loudly. They would have thought they were doing something painful to him by his expressions.
Yuu tilted their head, realizing exactly what this was all about. They cupped their palms around his cheeks before dragging the stroke up, one of their fingertips running over the edge of his scar again to test the theory.Â
The skin was dryer there and slightly raised. It created extra pull whenever they went over it. But, besides thatâŚit was no different than any other part of his face. The Leona Kingscholar couldnât be self-conscious, could he? No one ever really commented on it, and it surely did nothing but, to quote Rook: add to his âhandsome and rugged charisma.â
But, the more they thought about it, they could understand why he was so dodgy about it. A memory like that, couldnât have been pleasant.
The more times Yuu went over it they sensed a strange pull of energy from the area, like deep space. They were sure it was something the man had buried deep, so he could convince himself that he didnât remember what actually happened anymore.Â
Canât remember every little scratch, he said once. How many people knew the real truth, they wondered. Or if there were any legends behind it in the palace.
âYou donât have taâ touch it.â The man blurted out, trying to keep a straight face. His lips pressed together hard before he feigned a usual smug grin. âThough, I know that youâre a professional and all.â
âWha-â Yuu almost wanted to roll their eyes at him for how dramatic he was being but, they didnât.Â
 âAnd- WhyâŚwould it bother me?â They asked casually, continuing the face massage as normal.
âHmph.â Leona let out a huff, one side of his mouth arching upwards into a small smile. âIâŚsee.â When he opened his eyes again, they were shiny, reflecting the tree tops around them. âNot many people have uh-â
 âFeel better?â Yuu lifted their hands from his face as they finished, saving him from the awkwardness of elaborating further. They had seen plenty enough to know how relieved he was at their response. That was enough.
âMmhm.â He answered, clearing his throat before sitting up to face them again, the whole hammock groaning in response. â....Thank ya.â He muttered, reaching behind to rub the back of his neck. âMuch looser now-â
Leona sighed, eyebrows curving up over his eyes. Then, all at once his gaze snapped up to them, taking them in from head to toe. In one smooth movement, he let his body settle down against theirs, his strong shoulder pressing against them.Â
Yuuâs heart hammered against his, mirroring the same fervid beat. No, this was more than just hair brushing. They hadnât considered the implications until this moment, those of beastmen courtship and personal hygiene that they had read about. The concepts were often interlinked. Sacred.
A hug? No, he was just still just staring at them now, inches away, like a cat ready to pounce. The usual slits of his eyes were dark pools of space, reflecting back their own baffled expression.Â
Yuu swallowed. They were so gridlocked by his intense stare, it was hard to speak or even breathe with him pressing them so firmly to the canvas hammock. He seemed at odds with something, his worn gaze downcast. âW-WhatâŚwhatâs wrong, Leona?â They whispered through an unsteady chuckle, managing to keep their head.
âNothinâ. Nothinâ at all.â He whispered, letting his weight sink further into them. There was a peaceful smile on his face as he reached up to grab a section of their hair from behind their ear, twisting it between his fingertips, tail flopping behind him lazily.
It felt like they were being chosen for something.
âWha-â Their eyes widened, it took them a whole 30 seconds to realize the man was braiding the pieces together, calm and methodical, like when he was arranging his pieces on a chess board. Part of the plan. It was obvious Leona knew how to braid hair but it wasâŚsurreal to behold it.
When he was done the corner of his mouth turned up more, creasing a dimple into his cheek. His eyes fixated on the sight of his results, he was soâŚproud of his work.
Yuu didnât even have time to speak before he turned his head away, lying his cheek on one side of their shoulder once more. He had done it so casually as if he had done it a hundred times before and would do it a hundred times more.
They understand why he did it, the two of them wereâŚa matching set now.
He chose them. Their heart squeezed as the man draped his arms around their waist, locking them in place once more as something shifted between them.
 Leonaâs cocky air had all but dissipated. â...Is this okay with ya?â He muttered so softly they almost missed it. He was asking permission, asking if they would accept him.
âOh umâŚY-yes.â They let their arms fall around his back, tugging on the end of his curls as they held him. Yes, he was getting way too comfortable, but it was their fault for allowing it, right? Yuu laid their head on his, letting him know for sure that: yes, it was okay.
âHey, I know you're not falling asleep right now.â They grumbled playfully, tugging on his hair and furrowing their brow. Meanwhile, they curled their legs around his torso like a koala as he held them tight, making sure there was no space between them.
They knew it was all a lost cause. He had set the board how he wanted. He would not let them go again, and they didnât want him to.
âShh,â Leona mumbled into their shirt, inhaling deeply. â Youâve been real workinâ lately hard, right? Rest witâ me.â
âBut I-â Yuu yawned, their eyes watering some as they did. The action had forced their eyes shut. The breeze also was not helping, rocking them both gently inside the hammock. âFine. But just for a little while.â They breathed out, their own shoulders finally relaxing. Yuuâs head slumped over to gently bob against Leonaâs.Â
âYou winâŚthis time.â
The man only chuckled at their admission of defeat, a warm note buzzing against their chest.Â
The last thing they saw was the colored glass of the greenhouse, filtering in pink light through the serrated leaves of the palm trees.
Leonaâs sighs of contentment traveled through their body, as his warm fingers kneaded into their back.Â
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Jayce Talis as a Husband & Father | Headcanons
⸠ask: "hiii i was wondering if you could do post s2 arcane headcanons for Jayce?? like jayce x wife!reader that have a newborn baby??" ⸠pairing: jayce talis x wife!reader ⸠word count: 923 words ⸠tags: mdni! sfw, fluff, comfort, mentions of jayceâs trauma, pregnancy, headcanons, childbirth, parenthood, canon-divergent ending. ⸠notes: i went really poetic with this idk why. also this definitely heightened my already terrible baby feverâŚâŚ. please for the love of god send me more asks about girldad jayce, i am begging you. i love writing these.
When you met Jayce Talis, you fell madly in love with him almost instantlyâas did he with you. Within the first six months of your relationship, he proposed to you with a ring that heâd smithed himself, adorned with a hextech gemstone that sparkled unlike anything youâd ever seen. Of course, you said yes⌠and moved in within that same week.
Living with Jayce Talis meant dealing with the aftershocks of what heâd gone through during his time in the arcane and subsequent war. With a permanently injured leg and mental wounds that left him cursed by night terrors, you were they by his side to help him overcome his past. You were the rock he hadnât known he needed, the one who encouraged him to keep fixing what heâd broken (and not without his partner, Viktor.)
Although heâd gone through hell and back, he found joy and happiness in you again. No longer was he filled with anger and guilt for allowing his naivety to take control of what was rightâall Jayce wanted was to be happy. With you.Â
When you found out you were pregnant, Jayce was over the moon, excited and horribly nervous. He constantly worried whether or not heâd be a good father, and the absence of his own in his life made him uncertain. He would spend countless evenings with his mother, asking her hundreds of questions about parenthood, which either made it better or worse depending on what he wanted to know.
However, the worry washed away when he held his little girl in his armsâweighing shy of six pounds and so tiny in his arms. It was a beautiful sight, a rugged man with messy hair, scarred arms, and calloused hands holding the love of his life.
Your daughter brings out a side of Jayce that Viktor told you is reminiscent of his life when they first met all those years ago: gentle, curious, nervous and much too excited.Â
Jayce is messy and clumsy in his parenting, learning as he goes, but he is so dedicated. Heâs used to being covered in stains but no longer in oil and soot from his work. Now itâs spit-up and dried milk⌠among other things. And to you, heâs never looked sexier than when heâs a mess.
Even though heâs still a councillor and working with Viktor on restabilizing hextech, he makes time for his family. The days of late-night tinkering in the lab or long council meetings are in the past because there is nothing more important to him than you two.
He is a very overprotective dad, constantly worrying about the little things and often getting sleepless nights because he checks on her one too many times to make sure sleeping soundly in her crib. He baby-proofs your home with everything he can makeâdoorstops, locks for the cabinets and removing any of his work from his home to the lab so there are no accidents. Itâs cute, but considering that your daughter is shy of two months old, the baby-proofing tends to get in the way, but you let him. âFather knows bestâ is a term he coins and uses, much to your annoyance.
Jayce always splits the tasks of parenting between you two but is never opposed to taking on more than you if you need the rest. As you slowly transition to include bottle feeding in your routine, he takes on nightly shifts for you. You find him asleep a few times, sitting up against the crib with a blanket covered in spit-up draped over his shoulder and an empty bottle in his hand.
He is a sentimental man. He makes a locket that he wears as a necklace every day, tucked beneath his clothing, and shows it off to anyone that he canâa photo of you and your daughter inside it.
You swear youâve never been more in love with Jayce than you are now. A loving father and husband who doesnât let his new role as a parent overshadow his love for you.
Heâs just as romantic as he was the first time he took you on a date. A month after you gave birth and were far too stir-crazy to be at home any longer, Ximena watched your daughter, and he took you out on a date that reminded you of simpler times. Showering you with gentle touches and kisses that set your heart on fire and reignited your passion.
Jayce noticed how your confidence dropped since the pregnancy. He finds you looking at yourself in the mirror and trying to love the body that grew your daughter, hands over your still-rounded stomach and tracing the stretchmarks. Changes that look so large in your eyes go unnoticed by him, and he makes sure to cherish your body as a reminder that his love for you hasnât changed.
Every night in bed, he kisses your stomach, your hips, your thighsâpeppering your body with kisses and massaging you as he worships your strength and beauty, silently thanking you for bringing your daughter into the world.Â
As with any relationship, there are good days and bad. Some days go so smoothly that you wonder if you both were naturally inclined to be the perfect parents. Then come the days when all you can do is argue, overcome with the stress, fears and worries of marriage and parenthood.
But you make it through because to be loved by Jayce Talis is to feel love unlike anything you have experienced before, and that is worth the hardships.
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Protections and Wards
What are protections and wards?Â
Protections and wards can be pretty much anything; you can make protection jars using herbs, you can use crystals as protections, you can even do protections with just energy! There will be some simple examples of protections listed later on in this post.
Why do protections at all? What if I donât believe in trickster spirits?Â
Even if you donât necessarily believe in trickster spirits, protections are still important. Negative energy still exists, and protecting yourself and your space from that negative energy may make it easier to deal with negativity around you in your daily life.Â
What is the difference between protections and warding?Â
Protections are a generalized term that describes using energy and intentions to protect yourself and your space. Warding specifically talks about using ordinary objects, setting intentions on them (possibly doing other things like blessing them or consecrating them) to turn them into protections.
Below is going to be a small list of some ideas for protections and wards, both for the home and for yourself. This list is not exhaustive, and there are many different ways to make protections and wards.Â
Protection jars
VeilingÂ
Protection jewelry
Handmade protections
Protection satchelsÂ
CrystalsÂ
Energetic protections
Protection oil (please make sure that any essential oil or oil-based products are safe for the skin and pets if you are going to be using this).Â
Protection candles (you can use color and scent magic for this as well!)
Protective sigils
Some of the methods listed, such as veiliing, protection jewelry, and crystals are a bit more âbeginner friendlyâ. Please make sure youâre doing your research and setting clear intentions with any protections youâre making!Â
Here is a short list of some easy, generally accessible herbs you can use in protection jars and satchels.Â
Sage (please remember to only use white sage is you are part of that closed practice)
Lavender
Cinnamon
Rosemary
Bay
Salt
Pepper
GarlicÂ
What is veiling/how do I veil?Â
Veiling is a tradition that has a lot of history behind it; essentially, veiling is the practice of wearing some type of headwear in order to protect your own energies from outside influence. You can veil in many different ways. Wearing a headscarf of some kind is a good way to veil, but you can also veil using hats, scrunchies/hair-ties, and even simple energy can be used to veil. For me, I have put an energetic veil on my head before while washing my hair in the shower!
Is there a right/wrong way to use/do protections?Â
There is not really a right or wrong way to do or use protections; you can use protections however you like to protect your own energy and your space! For me personally, the majority of my protections are not physical objects, I purely use energy and visuals for my protections. A lot of my protections are also baneful in nature.Â
Can I make protections to make someone not think of me/ignore me?Â
Yes, you can! For protections like these, I recommend illusion magic or protections specifically made to hide you from them. Veiling is a good option in this scenario!Â
How do I know I need to redo my protections?Â
This can get a bit tricky to discern; I highly recommend using some form of divination to figure out if you need to re-do protections. I also recommend generally keeping up with your protections as part of a weekly/bi-weekly routine. As discussed in my previous post about cleansing, working in protections while youâre doing mundane tasks such as cleaning can be a good way to do this.Â
As far as discerning when you need to redo protections, this will get a little complicated, so bear with me. First and foremost, please try to distinguish the mundane vs magical causes for things. While things like getting sick, feeling suddenly run down all the time, or having a bout of bad luck can SOMETIMES be indications of negative energy around you and the need to cleanse and redo protections, this is not always the case. Sometimes, life just sucks. This is again why I recommend doing divination as a way to discern if the cause is mundane or magical. I will be going more into divination methods in a later post.Â
How do I make protection jewelry?Â
Again, there can be a few ways to do this. I firstly recommend cleansing the jewelry you are wanting to turn into a protection. Please make sure youâre being safe when doing this (make sure you check and see if the jewelry can safely be submerged in water, get salt on it, etc).
Next, you can consecrate the jewelry in a few ways. You can use protection oil to consecrate the jewelry (please make sure that your jewelry will not corrode or anything with oil). You can also ask your deities/spirit guides to bless the jewelry for you and put their protective energies on it. You can also soak the jewelry in water and herbs (again, make sure that the jewelry is safe to go in water).Â
How do I make protective sigils?
Sigils are a very fun, easy way to make protections (as well as doing other types of spellwork). You can find sigil online, however I do recommend making them on your own. There are also programs you can find online that will help you generate sigils. You can also make them up on your own, go based on associations (like you could draw a candle, and have that be a protective sigil for instance).Â
This is not an exhaustive list that covers all forms of protection and all questions about protection, however I hope that this post will help some newer witches learn more about how to work protections into their practice.
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Brand Spanking New
Description: You unlock a new kink with your boyfriend Eddie: Spanking.Â
Warnings: NSFW, Minors DNI or I will clobber you (and not in a good way), established relationship, sub fem reader x dom Eddie, spanking, hair pulling, p in v unprotected sex, rough but aftercareÂ
A/N: My phone keeps changing the word âspankingâ to âSpanishâ. Don't you know me at all???? Also just trying to break writer's block by slamming out a lil smutty smut. Enjoy!
Reblogs and comments supply the oil that keeps the cogs and springs in my steampunk heart running.Â
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Grinding hot and heavy in his lap, your lips slip against his, sucking at the bottom one to attempt to satiate the need to have something of his inside of you. Heâs groaning loud in your mouth, firm hands gripping into the flesh of your bare thighs for dear life, need radiating out of every subtle thrust of his hips.Â
It's too much for him suddenly, the need spilling out as he taps your leg to silently ask you to lay down. If you feel the slight tap, you don't let it affect you, continuing your harsh grinding motions over his heavy bulge.Â
His lips lose contact with yours, trailing burning kisses to your neck, as he whispers deeply in your ear.Â
âLay down baby girl.âÂ
How can you when it feels this good? When the shape of his dick is rubbing against your panties, the gusset sodden with your slick.Â
His hand leaves your thigh, but only briefly. The crack of sound happens first, bursting in the air. The pain shoots up your leg moments later. Then, the realisation hits your brain. He hit your thigh. Hell, he spanked you.Â
And you liked it.Â
Time seems to stop as you gasp, locking eyes with him.Â
âYou liked that, didn't you?â That age old self satisfied smirk of his tugs at his face muscles as you pull your lips into a tight line, attempting to hide the raw desire that simple gesture had ignited in you.Â
âWhat makes you say that?âÂ
Without a further word, his hand cracks down again, your thigh jiggling with the force. A desperate, ragged moan pushes out of your chest.Â
âThat.â He says smugly. âHands and knees. Now.âÂ
The spell of his words have you acting without thinking, bending to his will with an empty mind and parted knees.Â
âJust like that, good job baby girl.âÂ
Crack! His large hand lands again, this time on the supple skin of your ass, body nearly falling with the shock of it. Eddie's fingers dig into your hips, forcing you back into position.Â
Crack! This time on the other cheek, a pornographic moan expelling from your chest so fast it hurts your throat.Â
âFuck, you do like that, don't you,â he says as his fingers rub at the wet spot on your panties. Moaning, you arch your back, moving into the touch of his fingertips.Â
Crack! Again, a stinging blow that rips another groan from you.Â
âI asked you a question,â his voice is hard, but the faintest sign of amusement clings to it like a gossamer web.Â
Y-yeah, yes, I do Eddie, please-âÂ
Fresh air hits your cunt as he pulls down your underwear, strings of your arousal refusing to let go of them.
âFuuuuck,â he says, fingers whispering through your wetness, spreading it around, âdidn't know you wanted it like this. Was trying to be all sweet with you.âÂ
The next thing you hear is the jingling of his belt as he slips off his jeans and boxers. Wiggling in anticipation you back up a little, begging to feel the tip of his length.Â
âHey, stay still,â he says, using his swollen dick to tap at your clit, âor I'll just cum all over this ass instead. Understood?âÂ
âYes Sir.âÂ
The sharp intake of breath and the sudden feeling of him crowding your back tell you all you need to know.Â
âIf I'd known all it took to get you obedient was a few spanks I'd have been smacking you around for months⌠Wait, no, that doesn't sound right.âÂ
You can't help but giggle, but it's swallowed whole by the feel of his member swirling around your entrance, gathering slick. Then, he pushes into you, mutual moans dragged out by the feel of him sliding against your quivering walls.Â
Rough fingertips hold you steady as he leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder.Â
âYou OK baby girl?âÂ
âUh huh,â you manage, eyebrows knitted with the sheer stretch.Â
âYou know I really care about you, right?âÂ
âYeah?â You respond, nearly a question as you tilt your head to try and get a look at him over your shoulder.Â
âGood, âcause I'm about to fuck you like I don't.âÂ
There's no further warning, just the harsh grip of blunt fingernails denting into your hips and powerful thrusts forcing you closer to the mattress with each push. Each move makes your eyes roll back and whimpering sounds spill from kiss bitten lips.Â
âCome on, stay up, atta girl.âÂ
His voice is steady, just a few puffing breaths like he's on some Sunday morning jog and not pounding you into next week. Its punctuated by a fiercer slap to the side of your ass that makes your pussy convulse.Â
Arms shaking with effort, you try to stay up, but the pounding rhythm is too much. There's just too much Eddie. Eddie, forcing his fingers into you hard enough to bruise, Eddie, grunting meanly with each thrust, Eddie, his cock grinding into your sweet spot so hard it almost hurts. Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.Â
You don't even realise that you're chanting his name over and over until you hear him chuckle behind you.Â
âThat's it, keep saying my name. And. Stay. Up.âÂ
Each word is punctuated by a drive forward that ripples through your body in waves, the sound of him gritting his teeth while he says it making you wetter by the second.Â
âI- I can't, y- you're making me- fuck.âÂ
He laughs mirthlessly, humping into you even harder somehow, and winds his fingers into your hair, pulling it by the root.Â
âAww, have I fucked you dumb princess? You gonna come?âÂ
Words are beyond you, not even able to nod your head due to his tight grip. Seconds later you're screaming your release so high and loud you'd be surprised if no one called the police. It certainly felt like a near death experience, your vision darkening and fuzziness expanding through your limbs.Â
It's not long before Eddie's yanking you upright and groaning into your ear as he looses his load deep in your cunt.Â
He sits back on his heels, pulling you close so you can perch in his lap. Gone is the dominant, mean side. Your Eddie is back; stroking your hair and making soothing noises as he wipes stray tears you didn't even know had fallen.Â
âYou OK sweetheart?â He asks, voice brimming with concern.Â
âHmmmm.â It's nearly a purr, still incapable of speech.Â
âYou just lay down right here, that's it, arms here, lemme grab a cloth.âÂ
Coming back moments later, he cleans you up and offers you some water.Â
âSorry if I went overboard princess.â He sounds almost sheepish as he says it, a blossom of embarrassed colouring tattooing his cheeks.Â
âNo, you didn't, honestly. I think I could sleep for a week though.â Giggling, you lace sleepy fingers with his.Â
âGood, âcause there's other stuff I think you'd like.âÂ
You're not even sure you heard him right, eyes drooping already.Â
âOther stuff?âÂ
âShhh, sleep baby girl, I don't wanna scare you just yet.â he chuckles, kissing your temple as you drift off to the feeling of his fingers carding through your hair.
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oh my god they're engaged to be engaged...
(also this is entirely separate from the izzyguana series fyi, but my god I have drawn their little island so many times by now)
(ID in alt and under cut)
ID: 1a. Wide shot of Stede and Ed's ramshackle house on a hill of long grass, a forested mountain sliding into the sea behind them as the sun peeks above the waves, painting them orange and yellow. Some work has been put into the house since they found it: the holes in the roof have been boarded over or covered with tarp, a rickety porch railing and staircase off the left side have been built on from scraps, oil lamps have been hung on each corner, and an addition on the right side is in progress, rocks stacked on the wood-slat roof and tarps hanging from unfinished walls. Planks of wood, tools, and fishing poles are leaned up against the porch, the path to the house has been cleared out and defined by stones and shells, and a wooden sign out front has the words "Best Little Inn By The Sea! +fishing equipment" carved into it. Stede and Ed, wearing a teal blouse with brown leather trousers and purple tee with black leather trousers respectively, are standing on the porch and looking out over the land, arms around each others waist. Stede raises his arm in a wave and shouts, "Great to see you two! Come again any time!" In the foreground, Pete and Lucius are walking down the path away from the house, looking tired. Pete has one arm around Lucius's shoulders and his eyes are closed, head listing to the side. Lucius covers his mouth as he yawns, lifting the other to throw a halfhearted wave over his shoulder. 1b. Waist-up in profile of Stede and Ed on the porch, sunrise behind them. Closest to the viewer, Stede stares out after their guests, hand lowering, smile fading to something a little bittersweet. Ed leans into Stede, free hand in his pants pocket, and rests his head in the crook of his neck as he follows Stede's gaze with a thoughtful smile. Ed asks, "You ever think about that for us?" 1c. Repeat. Stede's hand drops further, wrist dangling, as he turns his face toward Ed with a bewildered smile. "What?" Ed straightens from his cuddle, embarrassed, but keeps his right hand on Stede's waist. His left gestures randomly as he scrunches up his face, avoiding Stede's gaze. He explains, "Y'know...the matie-monie thing, whatever."
2a. Zoom out slightly; Stede takes a step back toward the house to face Ed as he pivots with his back toward the yard. They are still connected waist-to-hand. Stede plants his free hand on his hip with a smug little smirk and says, "Well I certainly hope that's not your proposal." Ed waves his free hand in a 'stop' motion, flustered as he meets his partner's eyes, and splutters "Wha- no! No, mate, I just... 'M having a dialogue." 2b. Repeat, zoom in. Ed dips his chin to look up at Stede through his lashes, red-faced and accepting defeat as he mumbles, "...How would you want it to go, though? Hypothetically." Stede giggles helplessly, free hand leaving his hip to rest fingertips on Ed's chest. 2c. Repeat, the background cutting out in favor of the sunrise occurring between them. They are almost forehead-to forehead, both of Stede's hands now pressed to Ed's chest and idly playing with the tips of his hair. Ed stares at his face with hooded eyes. Stede smiles, gaze lowered to focus on his hands, and says "Oh, I don't know. A bit of romance, you know. Dazzle." 2d. Repeat, zoom in to bust, background now mottled oranges and yellows. Ed raises his head to look past Stede with a frown, brow furrowed in confusion as he repeats blankly, "Dazzle." Stede hums idly to himself, concentrating on petting Ed's chest. 2e. Repeat. Stede lifts his head with a little smile, putting them nose-to-nose and adds, "I wouldn't say no to some fireworks." Ed flusters at the pointed reminder of their first time, cheeks turning red and a wobbly smile creeping across his face.
3a. Repeat. Stede asks, "What about you?" Ed leans back from their embrace, smile turning incredulous as he repeats, "Me?!" 3b. Waist up of Ed as he turns, sunrise at his back, to lean his left arm against the porch railing. He glances over the yard with a resigned little frown, fiddling with a piece of his hair with his right hand. He replies, "I dunno. Never really thought about it." 3c. Chest up of Stede as he mirrors Ed's pose with a fond if slightly amused smile, stairs and forest behind him. Offscreen, Ed continues, "Bet you had a whole scrapbook of ideas, eh?" 3d. Repeat. Stede straightens with a "Well!" and turns his body to face the house. 3e. Knees-up from the house POV as both men lean against the porch railing, the yard, ocean, and brightening sky beginning to streak itself with orange beyond. Stede is facing the viewer, back to the yard, leaning with his elbows braced on the railing. He aims his gaze to the side with a bit of a pained smile and says, "When Mary and I were engaged, a scrapbook wouldn't have been much use." Ed is turned toward Stede, left elbow propped on the railing. He scowls and sticks out his tongue at mention of Mary. 3f. Repeat. Stede turns his head toward Ed, who quickly tucks his petty tongue back in his mouth and schools his expression into one of interest. Stede continues, "Everything had been decided for us already. Never really got to the proposal part."
4a. Repeat. Ed turns his body more fully toward Stede, folding his arms on the railing and leaning his head over them with a warm smile. Stede raises his eyebrows in surprise and goes slightly pink as Ed says, "I'll have to make it really good, then." 4b. Stede turns his body toward Ed, left arm sliding against the railing behind him and right hand cupping Ed's chin as he leans closer, nose to nose. Ed's eyes hood, looking at Stede's mouth as is curls into a loving smile. Stede responds, "Can't wait." 4c. Repeat. Ed suddenly goes pale and blurts out, "You'll say yes, though, right?" Stede freezes in surprise, lips puckered in preparation of a kiss. 4d. Repeat. Stede throws his head back in a loud bark of laughter, straightening up and turning fully toward Ed to cup his cheek in his right hand and his shoulder with the other. Ed aims an embarrassed, besotted smile at him as Stede replies, "Ed, of course! Who could say no to you?"
5a. Repeat, both now in profile. The orange and yellow light of the sunrise is slowly spreading across the sky from the left. Ed straightens up from his lean to bring their foreheads together, still a bit red-cheeked and with a nervous edge to his smile as he lowers his gaze. He says, "You can say no if you want, though." Stede smiles at him with every ounce of tenderness he has, hands firm on his cheek and shoulder. He replies, "There's nothing I want more than to say yes to you, Ed. Permanent ink, remember?" 5b. Repeat. Stede moves his right hand from Ed's cheek to hook around his back, tugging him closer as he leans himself back. Ed stumbles forward with a helpless grin, cheeks even redder, bracing himself with his right hand on Stede's chest. When their eyes meet, Stede's smile turns teasing and faux-sinister, continuing, "You're stuck with me regardless. Foreverrr~" 5c. Repeat, larger and brighter, as Stede and Ed finally come together in an affirming kiss, the land behind them retreating to allow the sea and sky to fill the background. The sun finally breaches the horizon, sending glitter sparkling across the waves and gilding the pair in warm golden light. Ed's right hand is cupping the side of Stede's neck, thumb tracing through his sideburns, and Stede's right is hooked fully around his shoulders, cushioned in his soft hair. They are both smiling into the kiss, unhurried and in harmony.
6a. Repeat as they pull back from the kiss just far enough to meet each other's gaze, arms still around each other, Ed's right hand brushing Stede's cheek and Stede's buried in the back of Ed's hair. Ed smirks flirtatiously, eyes hooded, and says, "You know... I hear there's a traditional engagement sex sabbatical, too." Stede matches his expression, left hand sliding down Ed's shoulder to press against his lower back. Stede replies playfully, "Oh, is there? I suppose I can plan that part, then." 6b. Repeat. Ed brings his left hand up to mirror his right, cupping both of Stede's cheeks, and arches up on his toes to lean over Stede with a teasing grin. His movement forces Stede to arch his back in the first motions of a dip, hands briefly flying free of their grip on his future fiance to try to catch his balance. Their lips a centimeter apart, Ed hums, "Mmm, gimme a rehearsal, first." Stede tosses his head back with a giggle in response, eyes closed, cheeks pink. Hearts float above their heads. 6c. Shot at the bottom of the hill Stede and Ed are stationed on, the packed-dirt path to the house curving upward in the background, the stones and shells now more conservatively scattered. Amidst the tall grass and tropical plants lining the way are handmade wooden signs shaped like arrows pointing the way to the inn. Words carved into them say "this way!" and "best inn!" Pete and Lucius are in the foreground, walking down the hill towards the viewer, Pete's right arm still looped around his husband's shoulders. They still look very tired with dark circles beneath their eyes - Pete still hasn't opened his. Lucius has, barely, and is scowling his way forward with a furrowed brow, declaring, "We are leaving them the worst review." Pete nods solemnly. Text nearby points to them and says 'kept up all night by noises'. Pink hearts and exclamation points spill out behind them from the bend in the path, echoing the lovey-dovey noises from above that must have made their stay so insufferable. /end ID
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