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fox756 · 9 months ago

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Family Guy

Fans are really excited to see the new and improve Family Guy coming next month as the the animated sitcom gets rewritten on May 8th 2024. Family Guy seasons 1-22 and beyond will focus on friends and family, my favorite characters are Stewie Griffin, Brian Griffin, Meg Griffin, Chris Griffin, Lois Griffin, Peter Griffin, Joe Swanson, Cleveland Brown, Glenn Quagmire, Olivia Fuller, Jillian Russell, Patty Patterson, Ruth Rutherford, Esther Esthederm, Beth Bethany, Neil Goldman, Connie D'amico, Tom Tucker, Diane Simmons and Bonnie Swanson. This show needs to be about family and friends working together and never giving up. Of course Olivia Fuller's character name will change to Penelope Thomson and Jillian Russell's character name will change to Britney Wilcox. the 18 main characters and the 2 recurring characters will be treated as outcasts in the show. Fans will be overjoy see Diane Simmons, Olivia Fuller, Jillian Russell, Patty Patterson, Ruth Rutherford, Neil Goldman, Beth Bethany and Connie D'amico returning to Family Guy the other recurring characters such as Pouncey the talking cat, Ollie Williams, Tricia Takanawa, Evil Monkey, Ernie the Giant Chicken, Stan Thomson, Carol West-Thomson, Mort Goldman, Muriel Goldman, Donna Tubbs Brown, Joyce Kinney, Miss Tammy, Mayor Wild West, Bert, Sheila, Dr. Hartman, Principal Shepherd, Angela Everwood, Ellie, Carter Pewterschimidt and Babs Pewterschimidt will only appear as guest star recurring characters in 3 to 5 episodes on Family Guy in random episodes, the recurring guest star characters will also appear in cameo appearances.

The Main Characters include:

Stewie Griffin: Stewie is the youngest member of the Griffin family. He is a highly intelligent and diabolical baby with a British accent who constantly devises elaborate schemes and plans for world domination.

Brian Griffin: Brian is the anthropomorphic family dog and the most intelligent member of the Griffin household. He often serves as the voice of reason and offers witty commentary on the events happening around him. Brian is also known for his intellectual pursuits and struggles with his romantic relationships.

Meg Griffin: Meg is the teenage daughter of the Griffin family. She is often portrayed as socially awkward, unpopular, and the target of ridicule both at school and within her own family. Despite her struggles, Meg occasionally displays moments of strength and resilience.

Chris Griffin: Chris is the teenage son of the Griffin family. He is depicted as overweight, not particularly bright, and often the butt of jokes. Chris is known for his simple-mindedness and his love for food.

Peter Griffin: Peter is the bumbling, overweight, and often clueless father of the Griffin family. He frequently gets into outlandish and ridiculous situations and is known for his distinctive laugh. Peter works at a toy factory and has a love for beer, TV, and unhealthy food.

Lois Griffin: Lois is the patient and level-headed mother of the Griffin family. She serves as a voice of reason and tries to keep the family in check. Lois is a stay-at-home mom but occasionally takes on various jobs throughout the series.

Joe Swanson: Joe is one of Peter's best friends and a neighbor. He is a paraplegic police officer who uses a wheelchair. Joe often participates in Peter's misadventures and provides the group with law enforcement knowledge and skills.

Cleveland Brown: Cleveland is another one of Peter's best friends and a neighbor. He is a mild-mannered and good-natured character who often finds himself caught up in Peter's shenanigans. Cleveland later got his own spin-off series called "The Cleveland Show."

Glenn Quagmire: Quagmire is Peter's perverted and sex-obsessed neighbor. He is known for his catchphrase "Giggity giggity goo!" and is constantly on the lookout for sexual opportunities. Quagmire works as an airline pilot.

Patty Patterson: Patty is one of Meg's teenage friends. She is often seen hanging out with Meg and the other girls.

Ruth Rutherford: Ruth is another one of Meg's teenage friends, often seen in the group.

Esther Esthederm: Esther is a teenage friend of Meg's.

Olivia Fuller: Stewie's love interest and a baby. She is often portrayed as sweet and highly intelligent

Jillian Russell: Jillian is a human girl and Brian's love interest. She is portrayed as attractive and somewhat dim-witted but good-hearted

Neil Goldman: Neil is a teenage boy who has a crush on Meg and often appears as a socially awkward character.

Tom Tucker: Tom is a male news anchor in the fictional town of Quahog. He often provides exaggerated and sensationalized news reports. Tom is known for his smooth voice and occasional romantic interests.

Diane Simmons: Diane is a female news anchor and Tom Tucker's love interest. She is often involved in outrageous and scandalous situations.

Connie D'amico: Connie is a popular and manipulative teenage girl who often antagonizes Meg.

The Recurring Characters Include:

Beth Bethany: Beth is another one of Meg's friends. She is occasionally featured in the series and shares some of Meg's struggles with popularity and social acceptance.

Bonnie Swanson: Bonnie is Joe Swanson's wife and a friend of the Griffin family. She is often portrayed as a caring and supportive character.

The Guest Star Characters Include:

Principal Shepherd

Carter Pewterschmidt

Babs Pewterschmidt

Angela Everwood

Evil Monkey

Ernie the Giant Chicken

Tricia Takanawa

Mayor Wild West

Mort Goldman

Miss Tammy

Jerome Cool J

Pouncy The Talking Cat

Bert and Sheila

Carol West-Thomson

Stan Thomson

Muriel Goldman

Ellie

The Main Plot is in a wacky Rhode Island town, a dysfunctional family strives to cope with everyday life as they are thrown from one crazy scenario to another.

Sick, twisted, and politically incorrect, the animated series features the adventures of the Griffin family. Endearingly ignorant Peter hangs with his friends Glenn Quagmire, Cleveland Brown and Joe Swanson, goes on crazy adventures. Homemaker wife Lois reside in Quahog, Rhode Island with their three kids. teenage Chris their eldest, is a social outcast; Meg Griffin a smart teenage girl, cry baby, hangs out with her friends, Patty, Ruth and Esther goes on adventures, Stewie, is a genius baby bent on killing his mother, destroying the world, and in love with Olivia Fuller vows to marry her someday, Their talking dog Brian keeps Stewie in check, book writer, in love with Jillian Russell vows to marry her someday and sipping martinis and sorting through his own life issues. Connie being popular girl at the High School. Tom and Diane work as news anchors at the Quahog 5 News Station.

Stewie, Brian, Meg, Chris, Lois, Peter, Joe, Cleveland, Quagmire, Olivia, Jillian, Patty, Ruth, Esther, Connie, Neil, Tom and Diane are Outcasts, family, hero and main characters of the show.

The 18 main characters go on crazy adventures. The 2 recurring characters will also go on adventures with the 18 main characters.

Stewie gives up being evil after season 6 and starts being with his girlfriend Olivia and his family.

Connie gives up being bully after season 9 and begins being nice, taking things seriously being with her friends and the Griffin family.

Stewie Griffin, Brian Griffin, Chris Griffin, Meg Griffin, Peter Griffin, Lois Griffin, Olivia Fuller, Jillian Russell, Cleveland Brown, Glenn Quagmire, Joe Swanson, Connie D’amico, Patty Patterson, Ruth Rutherford, Esther Esthederm, Neil Goldman, Tom Tucker and Diane Simmons will enjoy family dinners in all 23 seasons in the animated sitcom.

Family Guy is a feel good show.

The animated sitcom is about friends and family working together and never giving up, above all they’re family.

Stewie, Brian, Peter, Joe, Cleveland, Quagmire, Olivia, Jillian, Connie and Diane keeps Chris in check to prevent him from causing trouble.

Olivia Fuller lives with her mom and dad Stan and Carol Thomson. Penelope Thomson is Olivia’s real name. Stan looks like Patrick Pewtershmidt Lois’s brother, the only difference is his hair is black. Britney Wilcox is Jillian Russell’s real name. Patty lives with her obese Mom Ellie. Ruth lives with her mom Peter Griffin's Boss Angela Everwood. Esther is living with her Dad Jerome Cool J

Meg, Patty, Ruth and Esther keeps Beth in check and preventing her from causing so much trouble.

Meg, Patty, Ruth and Esther working at the Sub-Hub.

Stewie, Brian, Peter, Joe, Cleveland, Quagmire, Olivia, Jillian, Connie and Diane keeps Chris in check to prevent him from causing trouble.

Stewie, Brian, Meg, Chris, Lois, Peter, Joe, Cleveland, Quagmire, Olivia, Jillian, Patty, Ruth, Esther, Neil, Connie, Connie, Tom and Diane represents friendship and family working together and never giving up. Family Guy is going to be a family-friendly show even the cutaways are funny.

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aceofdaisies · 1 year ago

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His Name - aceofdaisies

Wrote this at 1am while watching the bee movie. First time writing fanfiction so it would be greatly appreciated if you, yknow, didn't judge too harshly. It's a short lil thing so enjoy!

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The bookshop is drenched in the smell of him. My shoes thunk down each step towards the books that I haven’t seen for far too long.

As of recently, I decided to check in on Muriel, worried that they’ve burned the shop down or sold the books. They’re a sweet angel, don’t be mistaken, but they can also be occasionally clueless.

Speak of the devil—or should I say angel—Muriel rounds the corner and comes to a halt at the sight of me standing at the threshold. Fumbling hands I’ve stowed in my pockets, turtleneck not even near choking me as much as the scent of him. And, per usual, sunglasses on, concealing everything I’ve learned the hard way to hide.

“Mr Crowley!” Muriel exclaims, walking up to me, “Well isn’t it a surprise to see you here.”

I give a gracious smile. “Yes, well, I’ve stopped by to check in on how you’re running the place. Everything going smoothly in this old shop?”

Muriel beams. “I would say everything is going quite smoothly, yes!” The angel pauses, before asking, “Have you yourself been holding up okay?”

I hold my breath.

“It’s just—you disappeared when I started helping with the bookshop,” they curiously tilt their head and ask, “Did you ever have that ‘us’ time with Mr. Fell?—Aziraphale, that is.”

I’m a demon. I lied.

“I’m fine.” I swallow, “Must’ve missed you on the way out.”

Muriel shrugs and agrees, “Must’ve.” They turn towards the table next to them, rearranging books to clear the table. “Mr. Aziraphale left a note for me, talking about how you’re always welcome here. That I should always let you in.”

My heart pangs, spikes of pains stabbing through open wounds. This is not what I wanted to hear right now.

“Thought I should mention that,” the angel kindly smiles, “I would love to have you around!”

How strange. But I offer a smile back anyway, however strained by his name being reverberated in my mind trying to tug my lips back down.

“Besides, I bet you would be a great help in keeping this bookshop in tip top shape.” The angel moves more books, some traveling to different tables and shelves. “I mean, you seemed to have known Mr Aziraphale so well—“

“Please stop saying his name,” I blurted, “Please.”

Their movement stops before they look at me, eyebrows furrowing.

“Anything—I’ll talk about anything else but please, I beg of you, stop saying his name.”

My heart is squeezing and stretching, like God themself is treating it like a toy. Muriel can sense my pain, I know, but doesn’t know what to do with it. Neither do I.

“Who’s name?”

Anger punches through me like a mountain of fire, but is quickly put out by the tidal wave of oncoming tears. Tears that no one will see, tears that I will always swallow and choke on.

I exhale and close my eyes for a moment, before looking back at them. “Aziraphale. His name.”

Muriel looks like they want to pry, but decides not to. They simply nod in understanding before picking up another stack of books.

“Tea?” they ask.

I hold my breath and nod, close to drowning in the scent of him.

My angel.

#good omens has a chokehold on me #good omens 2 spoilers #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens spoilers #good omens season 2 #crowly x aziraphale #aziracrow #good omens fanfiction

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fuckincrow · 2 years ago

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Riding them

content warnings: nsfw, afab reader, overstimulation, begging, mostly dom reader, strap ons, male genitalia

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asra

They look so beautiful as always, spread naked over the bed you both share in the shop. Watching you bounce up and down drives him mad, and he reaches up to grab at you. His hands cup your tits, so soft and beautiful, but he’s fixated on your face. Everything about your expressions and reactions is perfect, but he can’t pay too much attention with all the overwhelming pleasure. Quiet moans and human leave their lips, though his smile never breaks.

“Hm- ah, love, you look so pretty like this… Keep going, S/O, please… I love you so much-“

nadia

Nadia simply enjoys in silence as she watches you ride her plastic cock, the subtle smile on her lips is almost mean as she caresses your body, taking a moment to admire you before grabbing your ass, a soft chuckle leaving her lips. You look so perfect like this, going dumb on her toy while she admires you, occasionally bucking her hips up whenever you’ve grown a bit too used to the pace you’ve set. Little kisses pepper up your neck, where she leaves a dark mark.

“You’re just so cute, my dear. Look at you, you look like a mess and I’ve barely even touched you. It’s adorable… Shh, you’re doing so good, just a little longer. I know you can be a good pet for me.”

julian

Julian is a mess under you, his chest is heaving and he’s a mess of sweat, drool and tears. He’s flushed red, moaning so loud and squirming every time you fall. The way you tighten around him is almost too much, but you’re not beyond overstimulating him, specially with how adorable he looks with his limbs tied to the bed. Julian whines and pants, yet he still tries to get words out, trying to thank you for how good you’re making him feel. He doesn’t know what exactly he’s begging for, but it doesn’t stop.

“Ah- Oh, mhm- baby, fuck- hah, it’s too much I- OH- Mmm, please!”

lucio

He tries to tease you, but it doesn’t take long for you to be the tease instead, because god you are so hot and he is so sensitive. All it takes is one praise for him to completely melt, telling him how good he’s doing, how pretty his moans are, and he’s yours. He just wants to keep hearing that and he’ll do anything for it, though it takes him all his willpower to resist giving a few snappy comments if you’re the one to mess with him. You keep a hand on his chest to keep yourself steady and feel how fast his heart is beating, how hard he’s trying to keep from scratching your back with his gauntlet, and his expression through it all is priceless.

“Hah- did you see that, S/O? I’m being obedient like you want me to I- hm, I’m being a good boy, aren’t I?”

portia

Portia is physically incapable of keeping quiet, whether it’s moaning loudly or constantly praising you. You’re aware she can feel the strap on to a certain level, but the volume she gets to makes you believe it’s just to tease you. It’s working, though, because you only go harder on her. To be fair, it’s exactly what she wanted, have you bouncing and playing with her tits while erupting this time genuine squeaks out of her.

“Hehe, you’re so cute S/O… You’re so pretty, you’re doing so good- Ooh! Someone’s getting handsy-“

muriel

Muriel is big. Not just that, he’s very much aware of the fact, which is exactly why he prefers it when you take charge of the pace, so he doesn’t accidentally hurt you. He absolutely loves it, though, the way you coo and him while you’re sat on his dick makes him very red, it’s perfect. Whenever you make eye contact, however, is when he gets the most embarrassed. He stares up at you with those deep green eyes, and he can’t help but let out grunts and moans whenever you press kisses to his neck.

“Ah… you’re so beautiful- Hm… that- that feels really good, ah-“

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i am so down bad for lucio you have no idea

#the arcana x reader #the arcana #asra x reader #asra alnazar #nadia x reader #nadia satrinava #julian x reader #julian devorak #lucio x reader #count lucio #lucio is scrumptious #portia x reader #portia devorak #muriel x reader #muriel of the kokhuri

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juliandev0rak · 4 years ago

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I feel like how someone does grocery shopping says a lot about who they are, might I request the LIs grocery shopping at Walmart? Like, what section they go to first, do they buy in bulk once a week or sparingly throughout, etc.? Thank youuu!

oooh i love this request, thank you @arcanecadenza 💗

I’m basing this off of Super Walmart which has basically any section or item you could imagine!

Asra

Asra is the type to go to the grocery store daily just to pick up a few things at a time

he thinks grocery shopping is fun and likes to take his time perusing the aisles to see what unique ingredients he can find

he goes to the produce section first and very carefully selects his fruits and vegetables for peak ripeness, and he loves to watch when the produce gets sprayed with water like a little rain shower 🥺

he also likes to walk through the home section to look for comfy throw pillows or scented candles

if you come along on the shopping trip he’ll turn it into an event™️ and will suggest getting tea or coffee first so you can enjoy your beverages while you wander the store

if he goes by himself he’ll probably surprise you with your favorite ice cream or flowers that made him think of you that he just had to add to the cart

Julian

Julian goes to the store more than once a week because he inevitably forgets something every time, even with a list

he’s the type to run to the store after work to grab one singular onion he needs for a recipe or a bag of his favorite chips on a whim

he goes to the frozen section first, he’s a busy man and having frozen vegetables or meals on hand is always helpful in a pinch

he generally tries to shop quickly, but if you go with him he’ll want to spend more time walking around and looking at all of the random items together

“MC, do I look good in this hat?”

the hat is bright yellow and says ‘This is what AWESOME looks like’ on it, you can’t tell if he’s being sarcastic or if he genuinely likes the hat, maybe it’s time to leave the clothing section

he likes to look in the bargain bins for old dvds, he’s the type to enjoy cheesy early 2000s movies and he still has a dvd collection despite having a Netflix subscription

Nadia

she’s a Whole Foods type of gal and probably wouldn’t shop at Walmart, but she would find it a fun experience if she did

she’s a planner, so her grocery shopping is efficient and she doesn’t get tempted by unnecessary purchases, unless you want something she hasn’t added to the list

Nadia would be impressed by the wide variety of items for sale, “They sell clothing? Bicycles? Books? Jewelry? What don’t they sell here!”

she’ll want to look at the wine aisle, and would be surprised by the large selection there is to choose from and the sale prices

when she gets home she’ll be posting all over her social media about it because she assumes nobody has ever heard of the store, “Just went to a new store called Wal-Mart, excellent selection for wonderful prices- I highly recommend.”

Nadia would be the type to give a grocery store a Yelp review

Muriel

he usually uses the online order option so he doesn’t have to go to the physical store to shop

if he has to shop in person he’ll stock up for an entire month at a time and buys staple products in bulk like flour or oats

he always visits the garden center so he can get supplies for his garden, and he prefers to grow his own produce instead of buying it when possible

he also likes to go through the camping supply aisles, he can pretty much always find something he needs whether it’s extra rope or a tarp to put over his chicken coop in the rainy season

the wide aisles and general cavernous interior of a Walmart means that he doesn’t have to be around too many crowds while he shops, so all in all he doesn’t mind the experience

and if you go shopping with him he’ll gladly follow you around the store if you want to look around

Muriel always uses the self checkout even if he has a full cart

Portia

she walks into the store precisely once a week with a detailed list of items to purchase and she sticks to it, except for the occasional impulse buy

she heads to the bakery section first, not to buy any of the pre-made items but to get inspiration for her next baking project

”That frosting looks gross, I could do better!”

Portia can often be found in the wine aisle buying cheap boxed wine, she has her favorite brands to splurge on but she also loves a deal

if you come along, the grocery trip will turn into a game

hide and seek in the toy aisles? tag in the clothing section? Something about the fluorescent lights brings out Portia’s playful side

if she goes to the store by herself she’ll be a lot more efficient, but where's the fun in that?

Lucio

Lucio loves Walmart, the chaotic grocery store energy invigorates him and he loves to show up in fancy outfits (he strives to be the hottest person at the grocery store)

some of these outfits (a gold sparkly shirt under a white suit? neon green pants with a Gucci belt?) could land him in the “People of Walmart” hall of shame

he believes there's nothing you can’t find at Walmart, and he explores every section even if he came for just one item

he’s the type to get bored and go to a 24 hour store at three in the morning just to walk around and buy an energy drink or a frozen pizza for no reason

at the checkout he’s tempted by the “as seen on tv” items and might end up purchasing random items like an automatic light switch that activates when you clap, or duct tape that claims to be “military grade”

if you come along on the Walmart trip you’re going to have to convince him not to buy useless items and he’ll probably turn the “puppy dog look” on and try to persuade you, “But baby, we need that microwave egg cooker! I saw it on a commercial!”

but at least he’ll hold your hand the whole time

#ahh this was so fun #if you haven’t seen the people of walmart video it is extremely catchy but the ‘humor’ did not age well #the arcana headcanons #the arcana #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #portia devorak #muriel the arcana #lucio the arcana #count lucio #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #portia the arcana

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teeth-farie · 3 years ago

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okay hold up I got distracted thinkin bout portia with nipple clamps but I definitely think all of the arcana characters would love nipple play. worship! them! boobs!

asra: put a set of clamps on him and take him from behind. the feeling of the chain connecting them lightly brushing against the bedsheets as you rock into him more than makes up for the slow pace you've set

julian: obviously he wants PAIN during sessions. bind his wrists and attach them to a hook on the ceiling, stretching his already lanky body and displaying him for you. put a pair of clamps on him and then attach weights to them. either leave him alone to stew for a bit or spank him lightly, letting the clamps tug on his nipples deliciously

nadia: secretly commission a pair of gorgeous jeweled clamps: one for each nipple and one for her clit, all connected by a delicate gold chain and covered in jewels. surprise her with it and she'll pose so prettily for you. her breasts are always so beautiful but this is on a whole new level

muriel: nothing painful for him and definitely no clamps with a chain attached, but his tiddies deserve love and attention too! lick and kiss over his whole chest and *maybe* occasionally scrape your teeth over a peaked nipple. all the while, whisper to him about how much you love him and how beautiful he is. he's surprised by how much he loves the sensations

lucio: like nadia, he'd want something decorative. get him a set of clover-style clamps (the ones that tighten when you tug them) in gold and adorned with rubies. every time he does something bratty, give them a sharp tug until he gets the idea and finally behaves. (or he likes the pinching so he'll just continue to be bad...)

portia: the aforementioned scenario with clamps attached to her collar. but she would also just like wearing them while dressing up for you. she'd wear corsets or bras that push her ample chest up and then decorate the nipples poking out. give the clamps a bit of a tug when you're making out and she tries to take the lead so she remembers who she belongs to

Anon your brain is so big I’ve been staring at this forever 👀👀

Asra’s seems so sweet/tender too omg. The little clinking chain brushing against the sheets and sending jolts up his spine. He could fall forward and lay against the bed while you prop his hips up, and the clamps will only press against the sheets harder, a newer texture stimulating his already sore nipples. Def wouldn’t mind if you threw in a little magical temperature play, keeping the metal cold against his chest

The visual of leaving Julian alone and waiting makes up for how much I’d miss toying with him hehe. Weights for sure, pulling on his nipples without relief, stretching the sensitive skin until he’s numb and tingly. But also staying to spank him!! Especially with a crop, spanking his ass and thighs, letting the frayed edges tickle over his chest before slapping his poor nipples too. He’s dripping on the floor by the time you’re finished, knees buckling against each other.

Nadia..elegant queen who deserves only the best. She gets pretty jewelry and dolled up so nicely. She puts on a show, slowly revealing the glimmering jewels and chains. But..she might need a little help with the clit clamp, won’t you help her? It’s a constant stinging pressure that drives her crazy, especially if you jerk her off before hand, getting her clit swollen and needy before you put the clamp on.

Muriel is a gentle man, most definitely. No harsh toys for him, just something soft and equally stimulating. Maybe a little temp play too? Cool your fingers or tongue before warming it up again, letting him feel it without pain. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands while you have your face stuffed in his tits so they just sort of hover over your shoulders most of the time (be careful of his chest hair, it’ll get in your mouth) but boy does he like it.

Lucio, the little brat that he is demands that the clamps and chains be pretty and expensive (and gaudy too). He won’t settle for anything less, he sneers at the notion of a cheaper gift—that is until you beat him back into submission, the ungrateful brat. He enjoys pain, but he won’t resist complaining that you’re going to rip his nipples off if you keep pulling. He wears rings without shame, flaunting his chest in public and showing off the shiny jewels.

Portia (*borat voice* my wife), Victorian style corsets are a must!! I wanna see her titties jiggle!! She gets rowdy for sure, straddling your lap and trying to grind down on your thigh before you tug on those chains and remind her who’s in charge. And pet play too, oh goodness! Keeping the chains looped around her collar so she can feel them sway when she’s walked. Give her a good tug on the leash and she’ll bite her lip, wobbling on her hands and knees—but she’s a good girl, she can stay still for you (for the most part)

#spicy #julian #muriel #lucio #nadia #asra #portia #mail #thirsts

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swayingwysteria · 5 years ago

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Yeah, of course! This request was a bit tricky since I don't know a whole lot about mice but I did a little research and I hope this is at least slightly accurate and okay!!

Asra:

Your familiar loves his hair. It's fluffy and soft. They'll nestle up in his hair to nap

Asra doesn't really mind when they do. It reminds him of the way you always want to play with his hair

When you visit Selasi to get some bread you'll often see Asra feeding them some small pieces of bread

Your familiar likes to hide in his satchel so sometimes he might wind up taking them with him by accident when he leaves. He then has to bring them back home

Bonus, Faust:

She treats your familiar like her younger sibling and sometimes you'll catch them [your familiar] doing some distinctively snake-things- like they sometimes think they're a snake too

Faust is very affectionate and likes to curl up around them when they sleep

Their relationship astonishes everyone

Nadia:

She created some decently challenging puzzle-type toys for your familiar, which they seem to prefer above all other toys

She occasionally has the kitchen staff make them a home made meal, which consist of roughly fruits and vegetables, eggs, bread, pasta, and other foods that are safe for mice to eat

If your familiar is more active and noisy at night time however, it keeps her up. So to remedy this, she has a whole room dedicated to your familiar where they'll be staying at night. And it has just about everything they could want! A bed, toys, food and water, exercise wheels, etc.

She'll also have a servant check up on them to make sure they're fine and don't need anything

Julian:

It seems like he rubs off on your familiar. They can be just as dramatic as he is

They require and demand love from you, even at the most inconvenient time. You swear they do it on purpose sometimes

Julian will sometimes walk around with your familiar sitting atop his head or on his shoulder and it's super adorable

Your familiar seems to bicker with Malak at times... I wonder about what

Muriel:

The mouse is tiny compared to him

He built a cage inside his hut for your familiar, with more than enough space and cozy bedding. He always leaves berries for them inside of it

Like with Julian, your familiar likes to sit on his head and his shoulders but also they love to hitch a ride on Inanna's head

Sometimes you'll catch Muriel feeding them some treats while they're sitting on his shoulder

Portia:

She emptied out an old drawer that she didn't use anymore and filled it up with a bunch of comfortable fabrics to make a little nest for your familiar. They share it with Pepi and the two nap together

Your familiar likes to nap in her hair too

Her hair gets tangled up when they do though but you always offer to brush it and she loves when you do so who is she to complain, really?

She keeps some of the vegetables she grows in her garden and gives it to them

Lucio:

Sometimes you think your familiar loves him more than you. They always get all excited whenever he enters the room. I bet it's because he spoils them

(he does, he loves them)

If your familiar isn't with you, then it's probably guaranteed they're with him

He's like a walking pantry- he has treats for any pet you could think of, and your familiar is no exception

He loves, loves, loves when your familiar sits on his shoulders

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beepbopboyathon · 5 years ago

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heyo, sorry if it’s late, it’s past midnight here but I was just scrolling through! any ideas about the main 6 with an MC that has a pigeon familiar?? that’s my apprentice’s familiar and I’d be interested to see your take on it!!

that's a fitting username lol

Pigeon Familiar with main 6

Asra

Will teach you different ways you can use your familiar with your magic

Saves all the feathers that your bird may lose in a jar

If your pigeon is one of the ones with the iridescent feathers he will sometimes hold it in his palm and move around to watch the light reflect off it

Your pigeon has a little nest built in the rafters of the shop

If your pigeon lays eggs Faust has gotten a stern talking to about how she can’t eat them

He’ll bring them big sunflowers to eat the seeds out of whenever he finds some on his trips

Nadia

Your pigeon has the best enclosure ever

Your familiar and Chandra are bffs

Sometimes you’ll find them sleeping under Chandra’s wing

She always makes sure your familiar is well taken care of

Whatever seeds it eats she will have planted in the garden

The stereotype that all pigeons are dirty doesn’t bother her at all and she will proudly walk into a meeting with your pigeon on her shoulder

Julian

Malak can now share his “make sure Julian doesn’t get himself into trouble” duties with your pigeon

Julian already has a nest in his house so you pigeon has a place to stay when you’re at his house

He’s very fond of your familiar even if he doesn’t understand the whole magical companion thing

One day he comes home dragging a birdbath that he found on the side of the road

Occasionally your pigeon will decide to nest in his hair, it’s even funnier when both Malak and your pigeon try to do it at the same time

Whenever he’s singing and playing his vielle your pigeon coo along with it

Portia

She’s fine with them as long as they don’t act like Camio

Your both a little worried about how Pepi is going to react to having a bird around but everything ends up fine

Your familiar gets a lot of variation in its diet, lots of bread crusts and different seeds

Sometimes she’ll even make poppy seed muffins just because she feels like spoiling your pigeon

She’ll teach your pigeon a few tricks that she learned from watching the bird trainers at the palace

Portia will use your pigeon a messenger bird on busy days at the palace

Muriel

They were instantly best friends when they met

In the forest, your pigeon has plenty of places to roost or make a nest

Muriel would find some way to incorporate the pigeon's fallen feathers into his protection charms

He’s totally gonna be baby-talking your familiar whenever it flies up to him or sits on his shoulder

He’ll carve it a little birdbath and a perch for the shop

Muriel is going to spoil the hell out of your familiar

Lucio

He’ll have trainers work with it and teach them lots of cool tricks

He gets very excited about you two both having birds for a familiar

Lucio already has a bird room for Camio with lots of perches and toys and encourages you to let your familiar use it too

He has the pigeon ride around on his shoulder almost as much as you do

Lucio would have a perch installed onto the headboard of the bed so your pigeon can sleep close to you

He knows all the best soaps for keeping a bird's feathers soft

Guess who spontaneously decided to dye their hair red!!! My ask box is now empty so feel free to send in more asks, I have some stuff planned to post that's not ask related too tho

#the arcana #The Arcana Game #the arcana asra #the arcana nadia #the arcana julian #the arcana portia #the arcana muriel #the arcana lucio #the arcana malak #the arcana pepi #the arcana camio

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moxy-fruitbat · 6 years ago

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Muriel as a father part two!

Okay first off can someone please draw Muriel wearing a baby in a baby carrier it's for science please and thank you.

Also my mind stuck on the twins thing so congrats Muri and MC you got double!

- He's in love with them right from the very start. They're his little cubs, his baby bears, his chickadees, and he would do literally anything to keep MC and them safe.

- Skin to skin contact was super easy bc he's like 90% chest. Even as they got older, the babies would for the most part stop crying when he held them close.

- MC and Muriel baby wear, mostly so they can take care of things around their little hut homestead while still keep an eye on them.

- There isn't much room for one crib in the hut, let alone two, so all of them co-sleep together, with Inanna at the foot of the bed.

- The kids get satchels of myrrh that they wear around their necks, but it's also in their bath water and laundry soap so everything smells like it. No one's forgetting Dad in this household.

- They go on evening walks together in the forest, as a whole family (including Inanna, of course!). Muriel will point out little things to them, like what kind of bird made what call, or what this certian type of plant or mushroom is, or what kind of weather certain clouds mean, even when they were too young and/or were sleeping for the majority of the walk.

- Speaking of Inanna, she is absolutely pumped to have little kids in the house. She's very protective of them, and she curls up with the two of them around the fireplace. They fall asleep nestled in her warm fur.

- Inanna gives them sloppy dog kisses right on the face, causing shriek in a fit of giggly laughter.

- MC loves watching Muriel interact with the babies; seeing him share things he loves with the people he loves always puts a huge smile on her face.

- He introduces them to every chicken by name.

- Muriel and MC will call each other "mama bear" and "papa bear", which they both honestly find super sexy. They don't get much time for that anymore, though, since the hut is literally one room and they co-sleep.

- Occasionally, once the littles ones were old enough to not die from being left alone for 20 minutes babies are scary. They can just...suddenly die for no real reason, they'll leave the twins with Inanna while they both go "out to get more firewood" and have a quickie. She has never had to, but Inanna would start howling for them to come back if anything started to go wrong that she couldn't fix herself.

- Uncle Julian, Auntie Portia & Aunt Nadia, or Ommer Asra will occasionally babysit, too, taking the kids for an overnight stay in the city, giving Mama and Papa Bear a well-deserved night off together.

- Muriel is the worst at disciplining them. He's so afraid of scaring them ("I don't want my own children to hate me......") and they don't really listen to his quiet "Hey, stop that." So it's up to MC to put them in line when they need to be.

- Once they're too old and somehow end up taking up the majority of the bed (and kicking both MC and Muri in the face at the same time), Muriel makes them their own big-kid beds. They're made out of beautiful, hand hewn logs, with designs and their names carved into the headboards.

- It's a relatively easy transition into getting them to sleep on their own. "Mama and Papa are right across the room, see? You can come get us any time you need us."

- They have a lot of handmade wooden toys, and when they are old enough to play out in the forest by themselves, they have their own adventures building forts and playing pirates ("Just like Uncle Julian and Ms. Mazelinka!").

- Papa Bear rides! Muriel will hoist them up on his shoulders (yes, both of them. One on each.), or they sit on his back like he's a horse, on all fours. They pull on his hair, which he hates, but he puts up with it to hear their giggly laughter.

- Ommer Asra brings them cool new toys from far away places, and Aunt Nadia makes sure they have new clothes all the time. She has a great eye, of course, and always picks out very cute stuff.

- There's a growth chart in the door frame of the hut, and these kids grow FAST. They're Muriel's, after all, and if your MC is smol like mine it doesn't take long for them to pass her up once their growth spurt hits.

- Evenings are quiet and usually spent in front of the fireplace, with MC reading out loud to the family, or just makes the story up as she goes. Sometimes she sings/plays an instrument (if your MC knows how). When they get older Muriel might teach the little ones how to wittle, but otherwise they usually play quietly, snuggle up with Inanna, or sit with MC and listen to her stories. If it's a special night (or usually just because!), they'll pop popcorn in a shaker over the fire.

- Now that the number of occupants of the hut has grown from 1+wolf to 4+wolf, their little homestead has grown, too. In addition to foraging and the chickens that roam around the forest, there's a vegetable garden and maybe even a hive or two of bees. It's more work, but everyone is happy.

- Muriel goes to sleep every night, his wife in his arms and his children fast asleep in their beds. Inanna is asleep at his feet, or in bed with one of the kids. He holds MC close and kisses her forehead while she's sleeping. He wouldn't trade the life he has for anything in the world.

#the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana nix hydra #the arcana mystic romance #the arcana visual novel #the arcana muriel #the arcana mc #the arcana apprentice #the arcana headcanons #moxy ink blot

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ladyknightleyisundercover · 6 years ago

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Take Your Child To Work Day

I am a BIG FAN of Emily’s @glisseowrites Professor Potter AU and wanted an excuse to play around in it, so I hope this passes muster! You totally do not have to have read her (wonderful, amazing) fic to get this one; literally all you need to know is that it’s an AU in which Harry takes the job of DADA professor. But also if you haven’t read her wonderful, amazing fic, go and do so AT ONCE. AO3

“Um...excuse me...Professor Potter?”

He tried to ignore Ginny’s snort of laughter at hearing him addressed in this way, and turned around, smiling. He’d clocked the group’s reflection in the shop window and recognised about half of the girls from his sixth-year Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

“Yes? It’s Emma, isn’t it?” he addressed the girl who’d spoken. Emma looked pleased.

“Yes, that’s right,” she said. “Um...we were just wondering...is this your son?”

He toyed, briefly, with the idea of denying it, saying James was just some random toddler he’d kidnapped for the day, but worried that this was the sort of joke that could have him struck off the teaching register, so simply nodded and smiled. “This is James,” he agreed.

“He’s adorable!” This was from a blonde-haired girl whom he didn’t recognise—with Defence being an optional subject for sixth and seventh years, he knew far fewer of the upper school. They all knew him, however, which made for an interesting day so far. He and Ginny had become used to wandering about Hogsmeade of a Saturday together, which was usually a restful way to spend the day after the rigours of a teaching week. Unfortunately, he had completely forgotten that today was a Hogsmeade day—the last one of the term—and so they’d spent most of the day dodging the Hogwarts students peppering the village, all of whom seemed to find it completely stunning that he did not, in fact, live in the stationary cupboard and appear just to teach them.

Although, to be fair, many of their other teachers live at Hogwarts, so that probably wasn’t an unreasonable assumption. He, however, lived with Ginny and James in a little cottage on the outskirts of the village, which was just what he wanted. Except the nights, like last night, when James had woken them up every hour, on the hour until five am, when he’d point-blank refused to go back to sleep at all. Sometimes, he thought it would be nice to have rooms at Hogwarts so that he and Ginny could take it in turns to go up there and occasionally get a good night’s sleep.

“How old is he?” Emma asked, coming a little closer.

“Sixteen months,” Ginny said. “And he’s not adorable, he’s an absolute monster. Aren’t you, Jamie?” she cooed.

“He doesn’t look like a monster!” said the blonde. “Hello! Hello, Jamie!” She and another girl crouched down, pulling faces to try to make him smile, and Ginny encouraged him to wave at the girls. He did, and they squealed with delight, until the noise overcame him and he buried his head in his mother’s chest, coming over all shy. This made the girls laugh, and they started peppering Ginny with questions about him, which she was more than happy to answer.

The fifth member of their little group hung back, however. Harry recognised Aly Rathbone, as she was one of his best students in the NEWT group. She was quiet, but sharp; her essays were excellent; she was always utterly fearless when they had a practical session, and he often wondered if it had crossed her mind to apply for a position with the Aurors. She would make an excellent one, for sure. Unless, it appeared, she was ever called upon to work with children. Currently, she was looking at James with a facial expression akin to Ron’s when he was in close proximity to Aragog.

“Sorry, Sir,” she said, noticing him looking at her. “I’m no good with children. Especially babies. They leak out of every orifice and cry all the time. I just don’t see the appeal. No offence.”

Harry and Ginny both laughed. “None taken,” said Ginny.

“To be fair, that’s a pretty fair assessment of him at this stage,” Harry said. “Though I do agree with you, Emma. He is adorable, too.”

The group of girls laughed. “You should dock her marks on her essay, Sir, for being rude about your kid,” Emma suggested.

“Or lose some house points, at least,” said the blonde.

“Mia will do anything so that Gryffindor don’t have the lead any more, but that’s so never going to happen! Professor Potter was a Gryffindor, he’ll never dock points from his own house,” said Emma smugly.

“Oh, but has he ever told you about how many points he used to lose for his house?” asked Ginny. Their eyes lit up. “There as this one time, right, that he and a friend flew this car—” But fortunately for Harry, at that point James let out a loud wail, distracting Ginny.

“See, this is because you’re bullying him, Aly,” Mia teased.

“Just because I think children are leaky and smelly and boring does mean I’m a bully,” Aly said, rolling her eyes. “Er, no offence again, Sir.”

“That’s quite alright,” Harry said magnanimously. “I’ll disagree on the last one for sure, but you are not wrong about the first two. But I tell you what: you all do your homework on time and behave properly in my lessons, and I’ll leave him firmly at home, so you needn’t be in danger of being leaked on or smelled at. Sound good?”

They all laughed again, then moved on, cooing goodbye at James.

“Come on, Professor Potter,” Ginny said. “Someone’s going to need changing soon, and I want to at least have started our Christmas shopping before that happens!”

“No response,” Ginny said, pulling her head out of the fire. “At home or at work.”

Harry cast around desperately for someone they hadn’t yet tried. “When’s Charlie due back?”

“Not until late next week; he’s still in Romania,” Ginny sighed, sitting back down at the table. Harry zoomed another spoonful of porridge into James’s mouth, to his delight, and Ginny drummed her fingers on the table. “...Hagrid?”

Harry shook his head. “He’s teaching all morning, and he’s got two groups of fifth years,” he explained. Ginny looked at him blankly. “Blast-ended skrewts lesson,” he amended, and she wrinkled her nose.

“Yeah, best not.” She sighed again. “I guess there’s only one thing for it, then. I’ll have to cancel.”

James was supposed to be spending the day with his grandparents, but Molly had floo’d this morning to let them know that Bill and Fleur’s kids had all come down with the Dragon Pox, which they’d caught from Teddy who’d come down with it two days earlier. She was going over to help out as best she could, and adding a destructive toddler to the mix would help no one, so Ginny had said not to worry, to give her best to the kids, and poor Bill and Fleur, and that she’d find another babysitter.

This had proven easier said than done: all their other options were unavailable. Andromeda was busy with poorly Teddy; Ron and Hermione were on a pre-Christmas mini-break; Percy was out of the country at a work summit; and George and Angelina were, apparently, unreachable (although, to be fair, this was the busiest time of year in the shop, and Ron was away too, leaving them a man down). Luna had been touring South America for months, and neither of them really wanted to leave James with their only remaining option—Great Auntie Muriel.

Still.

“You can’t cancel,” said Harry. “You’ve been waiting for this opportunity for months!”

Ginny was supposed to be interviewing Henrietta Hagglepuff, who had this year turned 100, but in her twenties had captained the Holyhead Harpies to ten successive League victories and had gone on to play for England. She was a legend in the game, but was also legendarily crotchety, and only granted interviews once in a very blue moon. When the Prophet had approached her, asking if she’d like to be interviewed to celebrate her centenary, she had agreed—on the condition that it was “that Ginevra girl” who did the interview. Ginny had been honoured, until she’d realised how much hard work it was to pin Henrietta down to a date. It was almost Christmas, and Henrietta’s birthday had been in early March. If they were going to get the interview in print before the end of the year, she had to do it today.

And now, this.

It was no one’s fault—she was sure Bill and Fleur would much rather their children didn’t have Dragonpox, after all. But being a working mother—even one who was a journalist, and who no longer played Quidditch professionally—was hard.

“I’ll have to cancel,” she said, resigned. “Can’t exactly take him with me, can I? You know what Henrietta’s reputation is like. No, I’ll just floo through to the office and tell them—”

“That’s it!” exclaimed Harry. “You can’t take him with you, but I can.”

“Oh, no, I don’t think—” began Ginny, but he cut her off.

“Why not?” he asked. “It would be different if I still worked at the Auror Office, but I’m only up the road now. He wouldn’t be in any danger, and I’ve got PPA time until break.” She gave him another blank look, this one bordering on irritation. “Planning, preparation and assessment time. No kids. Just marking. But it’s the end of term, I’ll catch up with that over the holidays. No kids until after breaktime, and even then it’s only Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff third years, they’re a doddle. Then my sixth years, but they’re a breeze, too, then it’s lunch, and I bet you’ll be back by the end of it.”

“Well...” she said, clearly trying not to sound too hopeful. Harry knew how much this opportunity meant to her, though, so he barrelled on.

“Ginny,” he said firmly, bouncing James on his knee. “I’m his father, not his babysitter. I’m as capable of looking after him as you are.” He scooped up some more porridge and zoomed it towards James’s mouth again. “He’ll be absolutely fine coming to work with me for one morning. And even if you’re not done by lunchtime, I’ll still be fine. Thursdays are my easiest days, and it’s the last but one day of term. It’ll be fine. Won’t it, Jamie?”

James took a big mouthful of porridge off the spoon, then promptly sneezed, showering both himself and his father with beige gooeyness. Harry could’ve sworn he heard a snort of laughter from Ginny, but when he looked back at her, her face was a picture of gratitude.

“It would mean a lot to me,” she said. “As long as you’re okay with it?”

“Of course I am,” he said, very firmly. “Look, if nothing else, it’s an opportunity to perfect my Scourgify spell.” She did laugh at this. “Go on, get your quills!” he added. “Or you’ll be late. Go on, go!”

Having essentially bullied her into leaving before she could change her mind, Harry set about getting himself and James ready for school. After nearly a term there, he had perfected exactly how long it took to walk at a brisk pace between his home, and his classroom (six and a half minutes, though if he jogged most of the way, he could do it in four). He duly set off at his usual time, and arrived fifteen minutes after lessons had started.

As it turned out, tugging a toddler along was much more time consuming.

Fortunately, as he had pointed out to Ginny, his first lesson was just planning, so no one noticed he was late. For fifty minutes, he played with James on the floor of his classroom (he’d been sure to pack plenty of toys and almost as many books as Hermione had taken with them on the Horcrux hunt) which James had enjoyed immensely. Everything had been totally fine, until five minutes before the end of break, when he’d waved his wand and tidied away all the toys in one fell swoop.

This, it turned out, was the wrong thing to do. James’s bottom lip started trembling wildly. “It’s okay, Jamie,” Harry said hastily, swooping him up into his arms, which usually stopped him from the worst of any meltdown.

James let out a loud wail.

“Ssh, ssh, ssh,” Harry said. “Everything’s okay!” Even James didn’t look like he believed this.

“Toy!” James wailed, pointing at the bag.

“Okay, you can have one toy to play with,” Harry said. He reached into the bag, and pulled out the first two he came to which didn’t come with excessive noisemaking facilities: a very beloved old teddy bear, and a wooden boat.

“OAT!” James said, cheering up immediately. Harry, somewhat surprised, passed him the boat, and James hugged it delightedly. He was able to tidy the rest of the classroom, easily then, hearing his third years line up outside, he went to open the door. He’d already given James a pep talk about being good whilst the pupils were there, and he hoped the boat would serve as a distraction.

“OAT!” James cried again.

“That’s right,” Harry said. “Boat!” He took a deep breath.

“Okay, guys,” he called to his class. The third years had been even noisier than usual, lining up outside, but he put that down to pre-holidays end-of-term spirit. They all fell into a sudden silence on seeing James, which was in some ways even more unnerving than when they were all overexcited. “Come on in, take your seats please.”

He led the way, and deliberately spent a while shuffling papers on his desk, James still on his hip, whilst they sat down. He could hear a low level hum of intrigue—but then, none of his teachers had ever turned up with a baby in tow. He couldn’t blame them. When he turned around, about half the class were looking at James with the classic oh my goodness isn’t he adorable gaze usually reserved for puppies and kittens, and the other half looked incredibly wary.

“Right guys,” he said. “I’m aware we have an addition to the classroom today: this is my son, James. My babysitter fell through at the last moment, but we’re going to go on with the lesson as planned. Don’t worry, he won’t bite.” Unfortunately, at that moment, James was overcome with a sudden shyness, and, in turning into his father’s body, managed to bash him on the nose, hard, with the wooden boat.

The smart bought tears to his eyes, and Harry pressed his lips together, trying not to show weakness in front of the kids. Or swear in front of them, either. That would probably be frowned upon more.

“Don’t worry sir, he could’ve clocked you somewhere far more painful!” called Michael Hickton, a Hufflepuff and the self-designated class clown. Fortunately, this broke the tension, and everyone laughed, Harry included.

“Right guys,” he said, once they’d settled down. “You’ll be pleased to know that my Christmas present to you all is no homework over the break.” The class cheered. “However, I am going to take in your Grindylow essays. Put them on your desks, please.”

There was much shuffling of papers in bags, but Harry was pleased to see that most of them appeared to have at least something he could mark—how good they would be was another story. Some looked remarkably short, or were filled with writing so large he could see it from his desk.

“Michael,” he called. “I can’t see an essay on your desk.”

“Er...forgot?” Michael offered.

“You forgot to bring your beautifully completed essay, or you forgot to do it?” Harry asked, in his best strict voice.

“Er...” Michael said again.

Harry had found the most successful tactic in situations like this was to just wait it out, occasionally raising an eyebrow, McGonagall-like, for maximum strictness. Most kids usually admitted to their misdemeanours, especially if you added “I’m waiting,” in suitably irritated tones.

Unfortunately, James had other ideas.

“BAD,” he said very firmly, having picked up on the general vibe.

Even Harry had to join in the laughter. “Yes, very bad,” he agreed. “Right, Mr Hickton. If that essay is on my desk by five o’clock tonight, no more will be said of the matter. If not, you can come back during lunchtime tomorrow and finish it then, okay?”

“Yes, sir,” Michael said ruefully.

“Accio,” Harry said, collecting in the rest of the essays. “Right then. Hinkypunks.”

The rest of the lesson went smoothly, for which Harry was very grateful. James was happy to be carried around as he went desk-to-desk, chatting with the pupils, and the whole lesson was fairly relaxed. He wished them all a good holiday when they left, and a few of them even dropped Christmas cards on his desk at the end of the lesson. He was touched—he’d had a few drift in from some of his other classes, and each one made him smile—but also relieved. An extra toy for James to play with would not go amiss, and his son was delighted to be handed them, immediately shoving one particularly glittery number into his mouth.

Even more fortunately, his sixth-year class went even better. Some of the group of girls he’d bumped into in Hogsmeade with Ginny were also in the class, and they all treated James like a minor celebrity, except Aly Rathbone, who gave him as wide a berth as possible. James continued to behave himself, though, so the lesson—which was supposed to be a fairly relaxed one, anyway, it being their last of the term—went fine.

“Christmas treat for you all: no homework,” Harry said, as the bell rang for lunch, and they cheered again. “Have a good break all of you, and I’ll see you in the new year.”

They filed out with many ‘Merry Christmases’ and ‘Happy New Years’, and some cooing over James. Although everything had gone fine, Harry was glad to see them go. When he’d first started teaching, by the end of the day he’d been absolutely exhausted by the sheer effort of it all. As term went on, and he’d grown more relaxed, he’d felt less tired—or at least, not ready to absolutely pass out by six o’clock in the evening. Doing everything as he normally did, but with James strapped to his side, though, had bought it all flying back. He had no idea how he was going to get through his afternoon classes if he was already feeling as shattered as this. He wondered if Ginny was back yet...

“You alright, kiddo?” he asked, as James let out a cheery gurgle. But then...

“Mama!” James said, looking around. Uh-oh thought Harry, spotting a tremulous wobble in his lower lip.

“Very soon!” he promised, crossing his fingers. “Look, it’s Teddy the bear!” He summoned him out of the bag of toys, and charmed the stuffed toy so that it danced in front of him. “That’s right, I’m Teddy the bear,” he said, in his special growly-bear voice. “And I’ve come to eat you up, yum yum yum.” He waved the bear gently in James’s face. To his relief, his son giggled, tears temporarily forgotten. Harry continued to make the munching noises, until—

“Um...Professor Potter?” Aly Rathbone had stepped back inside his classroom—somewhat hesitantly, it had to be said. “Sorry, I’m not interrupting, am I? I can come back if this is a bad—”

“No, no, not at all!” said Harry, who was just about passed being embarrassed by this point. He passed James the bear (he immediately started trying to eat its legs) and switched him to his other side. “What can I do for you?”

“Well,” Aly said, walking over towards the desk. She lingered halfway across the classroom, which Harry at first thought was because she wasn’t keen on babies. But then he realised that something more was going on: she seemed to be working up to something, and he so tried not to push.

“Um, well. There’s this programme the Auror Office run over the summer, for Sixth Year students, a week long residential course to see if you’ve got what it takes to join them and see if you really do want to be an Auror,” she explained, like Harry himself hadn’t had a hand in setting up the course. “Which I do. Um, want to be an Auror, I mean. So I want to apply to the programme.”

“For what its worth,” Harry said, “I think you certainly have the skills in Defence and stand a very good shot at the programme.” Aly blushed, then clearly tried very hard not to look too pleased.

“You have to get the application in by the end of January, so I’m going to work on it over the break,” she explained. “What I wanted to ask was...would you be prepared to write me a reference?”

“I would be delighted to write you a reference,” said Harry, smiling. “As soon as you’ve got your application written, send me a draft and I’ll see if I can give you any pointers on it, too.”

“Oh, thank you so much,” said Aly, beaming back at him. “I know you’re really busy, so I really appreciate—ow!” She broke off as a teddy bear sailed through the air and clocked her squarely on the nose.

“What—James!” Harry was horrified. “I’m so sorry Ms Rathbone! That was very naughty,” he added, looking severely at James. “I’m very sorry,” he said again, turning back to Aly, who looked like she was trying not to laugh at him. “Are you quite alright? Is your nose okay? I can send for someone to take you to the hospital wing if you need—”

“I’m fine, honestly!” Aly assured him. “It was only a teddy bear, it didn’t hurt at all. It just surprised me! Here.” She handed it back to him, and Harry hid it from James immediately.

“I am so sorry,” he said again.

“It’s fine, really,” Aly said. “I suppose I’ll have to get used to being assaulted, right, if I’m going to make it as an Auror?”

“You’re not wrong, I’m afraid,” Harry said. “But you’ll no doubt be delighted to know that there’s generally very little working with children involved.

“Thank Merlin,” she said quickly, then looked guilty again.

“I don’t blame you at all,” he replied, grinning. “Now, are you quite sure you’re okay?” Aly assured him that she was. “Excellent. Bring me that application as soon as you’re back, and I’ll sort you out with a reference and anything else you need. Have a good holiday.”

Aly left, thanking him again, and Harry turned to his son. “You,” he said severely, “are an absolute terror.”

“Ah-BAH,” agreed James.

Harry sighed, ignoring James as he reached for the bear again, and checked his watch.

It wasn’t far to their little cottage in Hogsmeade, but by the time he walked there and walked back, lunch would be over, and he was starving, not to mention the fact that he’d have to find time to feed James. If he knew Ginny was home, that would be one thing, but if she wasn’t, it would essentially be a wasted journey. And he had his second years straight after lunch, and there were more than a few troublemakers in that class...

“Is it worth risking the floo?” he asked James rhetorically. His son almost certainly didn’t understand the question, but started to grizzle, groping for the toy Harry had taken off him.

“I’ll take that as a no,” Harry sighed, trying to soothe him. James wriggled discontentedly.

Ginny’s Mum assured them that all children got travel sick apparting, using the floo, or travelling by portkey, and promised that, once James got older, he’d certainly grow out of it. For now, they simply avoided any form of magical transportation as much as they could, and, where they really couldn’t, travelled with a spare set of clothes for James—and often for them, too.

Harry didn’t have any more clean work robes, and the walk to and from home would take the remainder of lunch, leaving him with no time to feed his son who was getting grouchier by the minute.

“Not worth risking it, is it mate?” he asked. James wailed. “I know, I know, you’re hungry. I’ll feed you as soon as I can. I’m just wondering if we could get home to see if your Mum’s back...”

“Mama!” cried James.

“I know, I know,” Harry said vaguely. “Right,” he said a moment later, pointing his wand at the various accoutrements James had managed to fling across the room and doing his best to tidy up one handed. “Here’s what we’ll do. I’ll drop you with Uncle Hagrid, floo home, see if Mama’s home, and if not I’ll come back and we’ll—”

“Professor Potter?”

Harry jumped, the familiar voice and familiar tone registering before the use of his title. He immediately felt guilty, then reminded himself that he was a fully grown adult and that Professor McGonagall (he still couldn’t call her Minerva to her face) was not about to dock him any house points or issue him with detention.

“Er, hello, Professor McGonagall!” he said, his voice about twelve octaves higher than usual. He fought the urge to try to hide James behind his back.

“And what have we got here, then?” she asked, sweeping into the classroom and holding out her arms.

“Hello, young man! How are you today?” The thing about Professor McGonagall was that she absolutely wasn’t one of those people who talked to children, no matter how young, in that annoying, cloying baby voice. Rather, she addressed James in precisely the same tone she had used the other week on the inspector from the Ministry who had come to assess the school. This meant that, for a short moment, Harry wasn’t sure if it was him or his son she was talking to.

James, whose mood changed like the weather, burbled cheerful nonsense at her. “I see,” she said gravely, when this had finished. “I entirely agree. Now, come on, do hand him over!” She motioned to Harry, who jumped to it. “There, now. Right. Off you go, go and get some lunch in you.”

“Uhhh...” said Harry.

“Lunch!” said Professor McGonagall again. “I take the welfare of my staff very seriously, and you cannot possibly expect to teach on an empty stomach, it’s not good for you at all. Especially as you’ve got those dreadful Cresswell twins this afternoon. For goodness’ sake, go and have a sandwich, Merlin only knows you’ll need it.”

“I was going to go and see if Ginny’s back, to see if I could take her James,” he said, only half aware of what she’d just said. Whilst he was sure there was technically no rules against taking your child to work, it probably wasn’t exactly encouraged either, and it also probably wasn’t a good idea to go breaking even the unwritten rules in your first term as a teacher.

“She couldn’t take him today—there was an emergency—no one hurt—well, there is the dragonpox—but that’s Ted and Vic and that lot, not James—so I had to—” He babbled on, aware himself that he wasn’t making much sense, but too tired to start again.

“Harry,” Professor McGonagall said loudly after a moment, cutting him off. Harry gulped, aware that she had used his first name. “You do not need to explain yourself to me. We are a friendly and welcoming staff here, or at least, we try to be. Even those of us who do not have children are aware that sometimes, parents face challenges and last-minute changes in babysitting plans. That you bought James in today, the day before the end of term, is no trouble.”

Harry’s shoulders, which had been somewhere up around his ears, dropped in relief.

“However,” she continued severely, and he immediately tensed again. “I have to say that I was very disappointed that you did not come to me immediately this morning.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Harry said at once. “Sorry—I should’ve known that there’d be some risk assessment form I’d need to do—I can go and fill that out now if you—”

“Nothing like that!” barked Professor McGonagall. “No, I simply wondered why you did not ask me to look after him? You know I don’t have any classes on Thursdays.”

Harry opened his mouth, then closed it again. Why hadn’t he thought of Professor McGonagall? She would’ve been the perfect choice.

“Never mind,” she said, before he could formulate a response. “You can make it up to me by not forgetting again.”

“Of course, yes, of course,” Harry said, nodding vigorously. “If Ginny has something on at work again and I need to bring him in—of course you’ll be my first choice. Of course.”

“Excellent,” smiled Professor McGonagall, rearranging a now very contented James in her lap. If Harry hadn’t seen it with his own eyes he wouldn’t have believed it, but as he watched, she bent down and kissed James very gently on the forehead.

She straightened up. “How about every Thursday morning, then?”

Harry grinned. “Sure thing, Professor.”

#Emily #hpfic #hinny #my writing #obvs i did not come up with the line about harry being a father and not a babysitter but it is something that should be reiterated as much #as possible so i put it in

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we-stan-julian-devorak · 6 years ago

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Stained Glass Windows

Hello folks! I have for ya’ today a very fluffy, very quick Muriel Smut!

Over the years, I’ve had my fair share of body image issues - from the stretch marks on my skin, to moles and freckles, acne and spots and burns. I just though that hey, our big mountain man needs some love and reassurance but so does the reader every now and then!

So I hope you enjoy, and remember that you’re asboloutley perfect

🍋

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You layer soft kisses onto the giants shoulders, fingers tracing and memorising the scared skin and calloused hands. Bumps and bruises not as prominent but noticeable on his sun kissed sun, white raised tissue on his cheek prominent with a red flush flowering beneath it.

His own hands clasping your own, his hips rocking back and forth with little to no desperation. It was loving, a warming caress of passion - soft and gentle, no hurrying or expectations of each other.

Sun gleaming in through the stained glass windows of your room, illuminating his skin with shades of autumnal yellow, orange and red - his skin practically glowing with affection. Large hands changing from tangling loosely into the ends of your locks, to holding your hands, to cupping your face. Every touch sent electricity up your spine, fingers deliciously gripping onto his shoulders for dear life as the man slowly unravelled you beneath him.

Only love.

Muriel never vocal at any given time was stifling the odd moan or growl, finding it hard to keep the reverberations down and occasionally spilling from his lips in pornographic groans of pure pleasure. His head dipping to the crook of your neck, barely able to keep his eyes locked onto yours when you weren’t being intimate the man struggled now even more. Desperate to shy away from your gaze.

“Muriel, plea-ease~~ mmhh.... won’t you look at me?” You ask to him, your voice barely a whisper and he lifts his head somewhat reluctantly.

Black hair falling down from his shoulders acting like a curtain, his face gazing down at yours. Hips stuttering and face practically stained pink, eyes glancing over ever facial feature besides from your eyes.

One of your hands raises to his cheek and lightly caresses it, fingers finding tension in his jaw and massaging. His head dipping to push closer to your hand, eyes closing and breath coming as a sigh. His eyes opened slowly and you use your other hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind his ear.

You were certainly going to have to teach this man how to tie his hair up.

“You’re so tense Muri, darling.....” he looked off to the side, stopping his hips and leaning up slightly, only to pull you up with him - now practically sitting in his lap.

Your fingers trace over the mark on his face, kissing the skin with a feathered touch - his own hands tracing your hips, fingers doing the same to bumps and bruises as you were to him.

His gaze cast to the side, he spoke meekly, “You’re so beautiful.” He kissed the skin at your shoulder, fingers finding moles and stretch marks. “You’re incredible.” He spoke softly again.

You grind your own hips down, his hands finding purchase at your sides - following your movements, pulling your closer to bury his head again into the crook of your neck.

“O-Oh Muri,” you start, interrupted by a whine as he moved a hand down and pleased you as he held you in his arms, “You’re so incredible Muri-el~! You’re wonderful.”

A low moan tumbled from his lips, hips rising to meet your every grind down onto his length. Your hands wrap around the back of his neck and hold on, your head tilting backwards as a shuddering wave overcame you.

“More like that Muriel~~ You’re doing so good for me-e!” A particularly rough pull of your hips made you see stars and he soon followed, your highs falling together.

He held you, a tremble somewhat in the way he laid you down on his chest. Heart beating a million miles a minute, lips tracing your hair line in soft kisses - fingers laying on your back. Your head buried under his you speak softly, fingers again finding a mark down his pec.

“You’re so beautiful Muri,” you look up to him and he gazes back down at you - this time without so much hesitancy. “I’m so lucky to have such an incredible man.”

You kiss his jaw and settle down, his pulse settling slowly but surely.

As you dozed off he stayed awake, toying with the ends of your hair - fingers tangling within it, hands again touching over ever bump and bruise, every mole and freckle and stretch mark and scar of yours was treasured and beautiful.

It was you, and you were beautiful. Beautiful like he was to you.

#the arcana #the arcana game #muriel the arcana #muriel x apprentice #muriel x mc #muriel x oc #the arcana muriel #muriel x reader #muriel

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iaculus-venus-blog · 6 years ago

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╭─━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━─╮ •"Look like th'innocent flower,

but be th'serpent beneath ’t.“• ╰─━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━─╯

naмe: Nargis Vyr ғace claιм: cιndy ĸιмвerly ━━━━━━━━━━━━ вιograpнιcal ιnғorмaтιon ━━━━━━━━━━━━

нoмe: Vesuvia

age: 24

вιrтнday: 7/23

zodιac: Leo

aғғιlιaтιon(ѕ): Asra

occυpaтιon(ѕ): Nurse, Fortune Teller, Occasional Snake Charmer

━━━━━━━━━━━━ pнyѕιcal deѕcrιpтιon ━━━━━━━━━━━━

race: Human

gender: Female

нaιr color: Black

eye color: Jade

мarιтal ѕтaтυѕ: Single

orιenтaтιon: Pansexual

weapon(ѕ): A hidden knife she keeps strapped to her wrist via release mechanism disguised as a thick bracelet.

ѕpecιal мarĸιngѕ: Tattoo of the moon phases trailing down her spine.

━━━━━━━━━━━━ ғavorιтeѕ ━━━━━━━━━━━━

ғood: Lemon tarts

drιnĸ: Strawberry wine

ғlower: Tiger Lily

━━━━━━━━━━━━ perѕonalιтy ━━━━━━━━━━━━

•Confident; she’s been practically bred to ooze confidence, always keeping her shoulders squared and chin high, a knowing gleam in her eye. She knows she draws attention, and uses it to her advantage.

•Slightly narcissistic- it /is/ what her name means, after all. She basks in any attention, and feels put off when she isn’t in the center of attention. Which is why she dances in the square for spare change, but mostly for the attention.

•She loves spending time around Nadia, even if she’s partly doing it to keep her gaze away from Julian and his supposed crime. Despite this, she does truly enjoy Nadia’s company. And the gifts… She’s a sucker for good silks, especially emeralds and golds.

•Julian is cute; she loves making his cheeks turn red. When she found out about his penchant for pain, she was all too thrilled.

•Asra… She owes so much to him. He helped her hone in her magical talents, and gave her shelter when she needed it most.

•Lucio… Is fun. She enjoys talking with the Count, or occasionally gossiping when he has the time. She also enjoys teasing and toying with him, despite how dangerous a game it is.

•Gossip is her forte. Catch her slipping through the market, listening in and adding in her own two cents occasionally.

•Despite her looks, she’s a terrifying fighter. She’s adept in many different forms of fighting (kick boxing and jujitsu being the main ones), as well as being deadly with a blade. She has no issue with drawing out her knife if she’s threatened. Blood has been spilt by the blade before.

━━━━━━━━━━━━ нιѕтory ━━━━━━━━━━━━

•Her mother, Anastasia, was a Lady from a distant country, and her father, Zane, was a doctor. They met whenever he was traveling through, heading home to Vesuvia, and he lent her aid during her older sister’s sudden delivery. They married after Zane proved himself worthy to Anastasia’s father. However, the two separated shortly after Nargis’ birth; Anastasia took Nargis back home for almost fourteen years, allowing her to grow up within the courts. Anatasia’s family held magic within their veins, and it passed down to Nargis. Her mother taught her all she knew- minor spells, sleight of hand. A month before she would make her official debut at court, the city was attacked, and Nargis was taken by one of her mother’s guards and brought to Vesuvia. She doesn’t know what ever happened to her mother, if she lived or not. It was awkward, at first- having to bond with a man she barely knew, but she took to him whenever her began to teach her the art of medicine. When the Red Plague started to show up, he left Vesuvia to aid in smaller villages; he’s still alive, as far as she knows.

•She met Asra when she was fifteen, as he and Muriel ran through the market. They ended up hiding in her stall as the men chasing them ran past, and she allowed them to stay until the coast was clear. Her knack for sleight of hand came in handy whenever it came to dealing with rude customers. While they were looking at the jewelry she had created, she’d slip something off of them, and they were none the wiser. She’d later sell what she had taken for extra cash. This drew Asra in, and as the years passed, they grew closer. He began to aid her in furthering her magic, and how to read the cards.

•She kept her stall in the market until Asra asked her to help him with his shop. She enjoyed working in the shop, and enjoyed working with Asra even more. She did grow fond of him, even as far as gaining a form of romantic feelings for him, though they were nowhere near strong enough to call it “love”.

•She gained a friendship with Nadia and Lucio due to attending the Court with Asra, growing closer to the latter rather than the former. She enjoyed his presence, and enjoyed spending time with him; she saw past the arrogance. Due to her history within the Courts, she was able to fall into place easily, enjoying her time with the other courtiers. Though she held no title nor official rank, she found herself welcomed amongst the other guests that frequented court.

•She did enjoy speaking with Nadia, but she often found herself drawing a blank on how, precisely, to speak with her. It wasn’t that she didn’t like her- she just did not know how to address her.

•She and Asra lived together for a few years, growing closer, mutual feelings developing. However, whenever their argument occurred, she found herself alone. Asra had left, after she had told him to “run, like you always do”.

•She took up work with Julian, being a valuable extra set of hands. She could suture wounds and reset broken bones, as well as having gained a knowledge of how the plague worked. She joined him in the dungeons of the Palace, learning under Quaestor Valdemar, and taking notes of how the plague affected the human body.

#the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana roleplay #the arcana rp #fan apprentice #original character #julian devorak #portia devorak #count lucio #nadia satrinava #asra the magician #nargis vyr

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