#autumnal pie summoning

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Turn My Lead Into Gold

Abel Morales x afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • Kinktober 2024 Masterlist • Day 30: Afternoon Delight

Summary: Your friend is on their deathbed, so you turn to an unlikely source for help.

A/N: Thank you to @thexsanctuaryx for beta reading, she is the MVP here <3

Warnings: fairy!Abel, dubcon because this is a deal, but reader is into it, kissing, p in v sex, cream pie, reader has a friend who is very ill, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 1454

He smiles at you dressed in a sharp suit and soft camel wool coat. The late afternoon sunshine filters through the trees, the sun close to setting. 

He wasn’t what you’d expected. 

“You can call me Abel.” He says politely and offers you his hand.

You swallow and shake it. But say nothing.

He laughs, “Not going to give me a name?” 

“You can call me whatever you want.” You say softly. 

“Very good, very good.” He strokes his thumb over the back of your hand. “I won’t beat around the bush, you know what I am, and I know why you’re here. You want a deal.”

You nod. 

“What for?” 

“My friend… they’re ill, things… things don’t look good.” You try not to let the tears well up in your eyes. 

Abel nods. “They’re close to their end in this realm.” 

You nod again, trying not to get caught up in how he moves, in how painfully beautiful he is.

“And you don’t want them to be.” He strokes his neck, still keeping a hold of your hand. “I’m quite impressed, most mortals have either given up asking us for favours or they have forgotten how to.”

“A deal,” you repeat, stressing the word. “Not a favour.” No way you were going to be in a fae’s debt. 

He smiles again, “A deal. You’re quite right. Well… You want me to cure them, completely?” 

“Yes.” 

“What makes you think I can?” He asks, almost sing song. 

“I…” You swallow, “In my research you’re…”

“I’m?” He practically purrs.

“Your sigil… denotes someone with great power.” 

“And you thought,” he lets go of your hand to walk around you, “what a good idea to summon someone with the power over life and death?” He stops behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders and you manage not to jump. 

“I invited you, I didn’t summon you.” You say quietly, somehow keeping your voice even. 

Abel leans close, his lips at your ear. “And I came… Why do you think that is?” 

You pause, clenching your hands into fists to stop them from shaking. “Boredom?”

He laughs again, but this sound is kind. “Intrigue.” Slowly he moves around to face you again. He looks over you slowly, “Most want power. In the end, it’s all for selfish reasons.” 

He cocks his head to the side when you don’t object. “Aren’t you going to tell me saving your friend’s life is noble? That you’re on the path of righteousness?” 

You shake your head. “They are my friend and I love them, I don’t want them to suffer, and I don’t want them to die. It’s selfish. I don’t want to be without them.” You screw up your eyes and swallow down the thickness in your throat. 

Abel pauses and then lightly touches your cheek. His fingers are warm despite the cool autumn air. “Sit.” He gestures to the leaf covered ground. 

You kneel slowly and he follows, smiling softly. 

“Lay back.” 

“I…” 

“You wanted a deal, did you not?” He raises an eyebrow at you. “For me to save your friend’s life?” 

“What is… what do you want in return?” 

“Nothing that will harm you to give, or enchant you, you have my word.” 

You pause, your heart hammering in your chest. 

“Do you not trust me?” He teases, lightly touching your cheek again as he inches closer. 

You know you can’t say anything but yes, all other options would be insulting and leave you at best, alone with no deal. 

“Yes.” You say softly and he smiles. 

Slowly he leans forward and presses his lips to yours, soft and sweet. You gasp, not expecting the kiss. And in the time it takes you to breathe in, the world shifts, gravity flipping as you’re gently pulled by a force you can’t see flat onto your back. 

Abel follows you, delighting in the shock that plays out on your face, his body covering yours. He slips between your legs, kissing you lightly as he settles.

The leaves underneath you are soft, warm. Slowly rising and falling as if the forest floor was alive and breathing. 

“Let me make love to you.” He whispers softly in your ear, “In exchange your friend will fully recover.” 

“Why?” You can’t stop the word from falling out of your mouth, but to your relief, he chuckles.

“You may ask me that the next time we meet.” 

“The next time?” 

“Ah, mortals, so full of questions,” he teases, “do you agree to the deal or not?” 

You nod softly. “I agree.” 

“Good mortal,” he whispers, drawing out the word and then grins when you frown, “what? You said for me to call you whatever I wanted.” 

You bite back the sharp comment you want to throw at him. Even if he wasn’t a fae, something about the cheeky smile and soft eyes he gives you leaves you weak. 

There’s an odd sensation along the seams of your trousers, a pull and then snap as the treads undo and come loose seemingly of their own will. You flinch, but Abel chuckles again and soothes you with kisses to your jaw.

“Pay it no mind.” 

“I…”

He licks into your mouth hungrily, tasting of honey and sweet fruit, holding you tight under him as your clothing falls away. He slides one hand down to your hip, the only material now covering him is his warm coat. It drapes around you both, spilling out onto the forest floor. 

You barely have a second to feel his warm bare skin against yours before he’s notching his thick cock at your entrance and pushing in with a deep groan.

You gasp, tense, expecting pain from the suddenness and apparent size. But instead, there is only pleasure. It floods into your veins, burning along your skin and you writhe, bucking mindlessly as he slips deeper. 

He grunts happily, pressing lightly at your inner thigh to spread you wider. “Ah, I had forgotten what humans feel like.” He nips at your neck, grinning as your back arches. “And you feel divine.” 

Slowly he rocks inside of you, pushing that deep pleasure further and further into your body as you’re split open. You cry out, your body taking over your mind and catching the sensation. 

“That’s it, that’s it,” he groans, his eyes burning with glee as you move under him. “Feels so good, doesn’t it?” 

You whine and he sucks at your jaw, licks down your neck to your chest and sucks on your breasts. All while he keeps that deep, liquid pace. Like waves rolling into the shore, unrelenting as he pulls you apart slowly. 

“Please,” you hiccup, forgetting yourself for a moment. 

“Ah, they beg.” He mutters into your skin. “Do not worry, I won’t take advantage of your state.” He sucks a love bite into the side of your breast. “I would beg you, in turn, to say my name in that breathy voice of yours.”

“Abel,” you cry out without thinking and he moans, moving up quickly to capture your mouth with his. 

“Yes, yes, yes,” he whispers between harsh kisses. “Mine and mine alone. You’ll come for me, won’t you? Let me hear you when you release.” 

You whine, grabbing at his shoulders as he pushes on the back of your thighs, pressing them against your stomach. 

Your toes curl, your mind practically floating as he keeps moving, keeps pushing you higher and higher, seemingly never-ending. You run your hands through his soft hair, trying to pull him closer for another kiss, but he keeps himself tantalisingly out of reach, watching you with dark, desperate eyes as you contort in pleasure. 

You bite your lip, your thighs shaking, so close as the bud forms in your stomach, ready to bloom. 

Abel gasps, thrusting deep, his coat fluttering. You realise now, that it’s not a coat at all, but wings, gossamer gold and tan, they raise up, impossibly tall stretching out until they block out the canopy from your vision.

You sob as you come hard, the pleasure hitting and spreading across your veins like a curse, singing along every vein as you cry out into the forest. 

He moans deeply, speaking in a language you do not understand as he empties himself within, spilling and spilling until you are as full as you can be. 

Part of you expects him to disappear the second you start to come back to yourself, to leave you there sweaty and grimy on the forest floor. 

But instead, he nuzzles your cheek and kisses you lightly, his hands running down your ribs. He smiles at you as he tilts your chin up again and presses his lips to yours. 

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"Season's Change" — a #Suptober24 ficlet

Day 1: Autumn

When Dean crawls his way to Lisa’s, his face and body healed from the fight with Lucifer but everything else still shattered, summer is already beginning to take root in Cicero, Indiana. The heat of the months that follow feels only right, as Dean’s mind is halfway in the world he’s found himself in, a suburban life, and halfway in Hell, where Sam is locked in a cage with Lucifer and Michael. The flames of it lick at him; the chains from his own time in Hell burn his skin, he swears he can feel it.

After the initial shock of his arrival wears off, Lisa takes some time to set down ground rules: it starts and ends with don’t do anything crazy, Dean. She doesn’t know all of the details of what he’s been through, just how close the world came to ending for her and Ben and everyone in their little suburb; doesn’t know that Dean’s been scraping by on blind hopes, deals with every kind of devil they make, and prayers to a falling angel for the past two years; doesn’t know that he has no idea how to do this picket-fence, apple-pie life.

But she does know the shapes of these things, the weight of them as he sinks into bed with her. She knows that he struggles to hold them; that at any moment they may topple over, and that they might hit her as they drop, or worse, they might hit Ben.

Dean knows it too. He tries to keep it together, he really does. At least, he does when he’s not sneaking into the garage to grab weapons out of the Impala, or gathering ingredients for the latest spell or ritual he’s found in a dark corner of a library or a page so deep in the internet’s web that he’s not sure he’d ever be able to find it again. You could call it a last ditch effort, but he left last ditch miles back, and now he’s in his own territory of hopelessness.

He’s normal. He is. When he’s not creeping out to a crossroads with the knife in his hand, ready to carve up whatever son of a bitch is brave enough to show its ugly face without giving him what he wants. When he’s not dropping to his knees at the bedside, as Lisa tucks in Ben in the next room, folding his hands in front of him, bowing his head, and trying to find words to say a prayer, one that would make sense, one that would reach Cas’s ears. One that might ask what he wants to ask: did you put me back together wrong, there in the cemetery? When you fixed me — what did you leave behind?

In early June, the morning after Dean’s summoned a demon and offered anything, any damn thing, in exchange for Sam’s escape from the cage, Lisa tells him that Ben’s been asking for burgers. And she’s got work, Ben’s at day camp, but Dean’s got the day free — or so she thinks, though his plan involves a follow-up with the crossroads bitch from the night before — so why doesn’t he go to the grocery, grab some chuck, throw it on the grill?

What ensues is a long, hot day of fighting with the fucking thing. First he goes to the store and argues with himself about the meat, which to choose; same with the buns, same with the fixings. Dean loves a burger, of course he does, but he’s never just made one from scratch. Never wandered into the local Kroger to grab ingredients so he can whip them up — where? Outside of the shittiest motel in every backwater town in America that’s got a monster problem?

When he gets back with the stuff, he opens up the grill to check it out, and sees that it’s in deep need of a clean. Even Dean can tell that. So he spends awhile scraping off the char, wiping down the grates, and while he’s out there in the backyard, he notices it needs a mow.

So he mows it. And then he notices the gutter’s loose on the end, so he gets up on the ladder and fixes that. While he’s up there, he decides to stomp around on the roof a bit, check for any weak spots or leaks like he knows what he’s doing. He tries, really tries, to be domestic. To be settled.

It’s not exactly the summoning ritual he’d intended, but well, he’d gotten nothing from the demon the night before, and if he doesn’t grill up some perfect hamburgers tonight, Lisa might throw him out. As much as he feels like a fly trapped in a box and trying to accept it as home, he knows this stability thing is good for him. It’s giving him a springboard from which to figure out his next move. And it’s not so bad; he likes Lisa, likes Ben, likes who he pretends to be when he’s with them.

When evening comes, Ben arrives in a howl of excitement, Lisa traipsing in the door behind him. Dean goes to fire up the grill, ready to make them both happy, because it’s easy and he can do it — better than stopping the damn apocalypse, yeah? — only there’s no gas. He curses, Lisa reprimands him lightly for doing so in front of Ben, and it’s back to the grocery store.

Despite all Dean’s best efforts, the burgers come out hard that night, and Ben calls them hockey pucks and throws his on the ground. The adjustment to living with someone new in the house has been difficult, and Lisa tries to tell Dean this, but well, he doesn’t have to hear it, does he? He feels for himself how difficult it’s been. He apologizes to Ben, then takes him to the Burger King down the road. When Ben dons the paper crown, Dean smiles and takes a picture with his phone.

That night he takes the Impala for a long drive, but he doesn’t go back to the crossroads. He can’t handle two failures in one day. He just fucking can’t.

The summer swelters on and on. His new life gets in the way of his grasps at the old one; he doesn’t have the time for the research, rituals, and other things he needs to try to help spring Sam out of the box. Ben goes to batting practice at the local Little League diamond on Mondays; he has swim lessons at the community pool on Tuesdays; Lisa teaches a late yoga class on Wednesdays so it becomes ‘Dean Night,’ which is synonymous with chicken nuggets for dinner and a movie Ben probably shouldn’t be allowed to watch but enjoys thoroughly; Thursdays the neighbors come over and they all talk about work, and kids, and things like the economy; Fridays, he learns, are good for date night, and he understands the groove of Lisa’s favorite restaurants within a few months; Saturdays and Sundays are variable, sometimes with birthday parties for Ben’s friends, sometimes with outings to museums or amusement parks, but always something to fill the days.

By July, Lisa’s gotten him a job. By August, he’s spent every spare moment, cashed out every credit card he has, and has nearly gotten himself killed a dozen times over trying to unlock the Lucifer box. By September, his exhaustion is palpable, and the grass is growing long again, and again, and again.

The change to autumn is the first full seasonal change he spends in one place since he was four in Kansas. He’s there to see the daily temperatures steadily, blessedly, drop. He helps pack Ben’s lunch for his first day of school and listens to a blow-by-blow account of the day when the school bus drops him off at home. He’s there when Lisa pulls out the autumnal decorations, the felt pumpkins that she places on the bookshelf, the spider web that she strings across the front porch railing, even the witch’s hat that she sets on the dining room table.

Dean tells her that witches don’t really wear those hats, but that they do love a disgusting little pile of bones. And she shoots back that she’s not going to put a pile of bones on the table.

He’s there, still, waiting for something to happen, waiting for a real shift to come, waiting to feel satisfied with this new life he’d wanted, when the trees in the backyard drop their leaves.

It’s a Saturday. Ben’s with his cousins for the weekend and Lisa has a yoga retreat. She leaves early, kissing him on the cheek as he lays in bed, tells him to have a good day, to do something with himself. And he tries to think of what to do: is there a book he hasn’t gotten his hands on yet, is there lore somewhere that he hasn’t heard of? Could he call up Bobby (again) and take the earful of idjits if only it would get him an answer? But no, there’s nothing left to try. Not even Bobby can figure this one out, and he’s told Dean several times now to stop trying.

So he lumbers out into the mid-morning chill, grabs the rake and doesn’t look at the Impala, which he’s now covered up, trying not to tempt himself. He takes the rake and a bag and heads out into the yard. Last time he talked to Bobby, he’d be told to sit down and be happy with his life, that it’s the best one a hunter can hope to get. But how can that be, when there’s a gaping hole in the middle of it? When everything gets pulled in and disappears? Cas is blowing in the wind, Sam’s in Hell, Bobby’s tired of Dean’s bitching — what can he do?

The yard is covered in leaves. He starts in the northwest corner and decides to work logically. It’s physical work, but not difficult. Dean’s gotten soft in the past couple of months and he knows it. He should get a gym membership, only he can’t really imagine himself in that kind of environment. Used to be, the adrenaline of the hunt would carry his aching, tired body for miles; used to be, he could take any kind of punch and get back up. Now, though, as he rakes the leaves into ever-bigger piles, he wonders if those last punches he took were enough to knock him down — permanently.

As he rakes and fills up bag after bag, stuffing the leaves inside of them until they’re full to bursting, his thoughts are drawn toward Cas. Cas, who disappeared without a trace. Cas, who’s probably busy fixing Heaven, and good for him, only Dean wants him to come back now, wants him to lay his hand on Dean’s shoulder and see if he can take another go at fixing him. Maybe he didn’t get deep enough at the cemetery; maybe he didn’t realize there was more to do, more to sew back up.

He doesn’t pause, just keeps working, even as these thoughts spill through his mind. Cas, who’s made it clear that his real life is in Heaven, that his choice is to live with the angels while Dean mucks it out with the humans down here. Cas, who went through hell with him, who had him gasping for air in his own damn coffin, who could come find Dean at any time he wanted but hasn’t yet. Cas, who’s celestial and big and important and probably, right now, is glad that Dean’s tucked away nice in his little suburban life; safe, quiet. Cas, who doesn’t have to clean up Dean’s messes anymore. Cas, who’s probably relieved.

Dean keeps working until each leaf has been raked into a pile, until each pile has been shoved into a bag and carried out to the front curb. He works until the cold is beginning to get to him, to tingle his fingers and toes. He works until he feels something akin to that moment, at the end of a hunt, when everything seems to be teetering on the top of some divide; when it could fall one way or the other, when everything could change for the better or for the worse.

He’s tired of having one foot in his old life and one in his new; it’s time to pick a damn side, for his own sanity — to put that ahead for once, yeah? Sam’s not breaking out anytime soon, not unless something changes, and when it does, Dean’ll be ready. But for now, the only thing that’s happening is he’s driving himself crazy and wearing out his welcome with Lisa and Ben. His new life.

Dean ties up the final bag, and glances back toward the tree line, just for a moment, not sure why he does it. For a second, there, he’d sworn he saw something. He gets the strange feeling in the back of his mind, the feeling that there’s something important that he’s supposed to do, only he doesn’t know what it is.

He carries the bag to the curb and tosses it next to the rest, then heads inside. He locks the door behind him and heads upstairs, to shed his clothes into the laundry basket, to shower with the full-sized shampoo and body wash that he bought at the store weeks ago, to towel off with his towel, to go downstairs and take out his dishes and make his lunch.

Upstairs, in the bathroom, he pauses to look out the window one last time, to see the yard from above. It’s clear, the grass visible but dying, the leaves gone. It looks good. He smiles a bit, because it’s all he can do, and then turns on the hot water.

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October 2: Carving Pumpkins/Making Pumpkin Treats

October 1: A Bad Habit to have in Autumn List of prompts

It was guaranteed that once Lester started baking any kind of pumpkin treat, most of his children tiptoed from downstairs to swarm around the kitchen. The fragrance of spice and pumpkin easily wafted up to the next floor, and sometimes even the one after that. Lester couldn’t ask for a better way to summon seven picky children.

First was Murdock. His red eyes darted around the different utensils to assess what might have been baking in the oven. Then he found a seat at the table and began playing games with Seneca, who was already downstairs because she had helped Lester.

They were the quiet children in the household. It would get louder.

Next was Sylvia, wide-eyed and excited. She peered toward the stove as she paused in the doorway of the kitchen.

“Papa, what are you making?”

He grinned. It wouldn’t have made a difference if any of the children knew or didn’t, but as a father, didn’t he have a right to tease his children sometimes? “You’ll find out soon.”

She bounced back into the living room and took Lester’s chair, sitting in it backwards on her knees with her arms folded over the crocheted blanket resting over it. She watched Lester’s every move from over the counter that divided them.

Olin arrived next, taking a seat next to Murdock. “I bet it’s pie.”

“Papa’s not going to tell us,” Sylvia replied.

“I already know. It’s pie.”

“It’s not pie,” said Fiona as she crossed the living room from the entryway. She had a book under her arm. She settled into the sofa in front of the fireplace and opened it.

“It is too!”

Lester smoothed down his son’s hair. “Settle down,” he said softly. “You’ll find out soon enough, won’t you?”

Olin huffed. “I’ll find out it’s pie.”

Lester rolled his eyes and shook his head.

Marlow was the last one to join, tugging Mildred by the hand. “Mama, what do you think it is?” he asked as he pulled her toward the kitchen.

Mildred winked up at Lester. “I don’t know. Something with pumpkin?”

“Maybe it’s butternut squash,” said Fiona loudly, not looking up from her book. “Butternut squash pastries.”

“It’s definitely pumpkin,” Olin insisted. “I see the tins!”

Marlow’s eyes followed Olin’s gaze, where two cans of pureed pumpkin sat rinsed out by the sink. His body relaxed. He loved pumpkin, but butternut squash had to be served a certain way.

Mildred tugged gently at Marlow’s hand. “Let’s sit down and wait for Papa to finish. He can’t hide it once it’s out of the oven.”

Mildred took a seat by Fiona, while Marlow broke away and settled onto the rug in the middle of the living room. He pulled a box of toys away from underneath a side table and withdrew a simple cube puzzle where the pieces snapped into place.

For a while, no one spoke, but the restlessness created its own noise—a creak of chairs holding wiggling children, the muted clatter of games and puzzles being worked on, and the dreamy little sighs that came from Sylvia every once in a while.

Then the timer went off, and backs straightened. Lester could feel many sets of eyes on him as he grabbed a thick towel and opened the stove.

“You were wrong,” Murdock whispered to Olin.

Lester set the tray of pinwheel cookies on a thick cotton towel.

Children were standing and closing in, and Lester turned to shoo them away. “Patience. They’re fresh from the oven and need to sit.”

“I’m so hungry, Papa!” Marlow clutched his stomach and bent forward dramatically.

“We’ll play a game,” said Lester, addressing the younger ones that crowded around him. “Everyone can tell me what their favorite pumpkin treat is while we wait.”

“Cookies!” Marlow settled in next to Seneca, who responded by nodding in Marlow’s direction. “Seneca says her favorite are cookies too!”

“It’s a finger food,” said Sylvia. “Those are always her favorite.”

Seneca nodded in further agreement and grinned at Lester.

“Yes, Seneca does love cookies. She picked out the recipe today before we started.” Lester peered over at Murdock and Olin. “What about you two?”

“Pumpkin pasta,” Murdock said.

“That’s not a treat!” Marlow scowled across the table. “That’s dinner.”

“Marlow, don’t shout,” Mildred chided. “Murdock is allowed to like pasta.”

Lester quickly thought of an amendment to his original question. “What are your favorite pumpkin dishes?”

Olin tapped a finger against his lip. “They’re all good, but pumpkin pie might be my favorite. I think you should bake pie next time.”

“I will eventually.” Lester turned to his daughters still seated in the living room. “Fiona? What about you?”

Fiona shrugged without looking up from her book. Is this what Lester had to look forward to as Fiona got deeper into her teenage years? When she was little, she would be as eager as the younger ones, peering up at him with her fat cheeks puffed out whenever he told her to wait.

“You’ve always been fond of pumpkin chocolate chunk cookies,” said Lester. “You would eat them with Mildred. Sometimes the two of you would steal the chocolate and eat it before I even had the chance to bake with it.”

“You know anything with chocolate is a hit with me,” said Mildred, grinning at her partner.

“I guess I did,” said Fiona, turning a page that Lester was sure she hadn’t finished reading.

Lester swerved on his foot to face Sylvia. “What about you, Sylvia? What is your favorite pumpkin dish?”

Sylvia stretched out her arms. “Cookies? No, pie, I love pie! Wait, pumpkin muffins are the best.”

“I love pumpkin muffins. I think those are my favorite.”

Sylvia beamed at her father, happy to have something in common with him.

Lester glanced at the doorway that led to the front door and the stairs. “I guess we can serve the cookies now,” he announced, making sure his voice carried across the entire first floor.

Cheers erupted from all the youngest except Seneca, who simply bounced out of her chair and made her way toward the tray.

Mildred collected some plates from the cabinet, and Lester stepped up beside her with a spatula to gently pry the cookies from the tray and place them on the plates.

Once all six children were served, Lester waited a beat before serving Mildred and himself. He counted to five under his breath and tried not to laugh, all while Mildred smiled knowingly at him.

Finally, Kahtte arrived. All his siblings were too preoccupied with eating their cookies to speak, making this the perfect time for the young teen to avoid the noise that often stressed him out.

“Can I please have one?” asked Kahtte.

Mildred handed him a readied plate. “There you are.”

“Thank you.” Kahtte lifted the cookie with a hooked finger. “It looks too perfect to eat.” He lifted it carefully and took an experimental bite. A pleased expression broke across his face, and he didn’t chew as he savored the taste. “It’s as delicious as it is pretty.”

The compliment left Lester feeling warmer than the cookies he served up. Kahtte could often be disagreeable—which made Lester even more nervous of his teen years—but that only made his compliments all the more genuine.

Lester looked around the open space at his family. His heart felt fuller and he felt a sense of pride as he took in the sight of his growing children and the woman he would never marry but who had won his loyalty so many years ago. It was hard to bring them all into the same room, but a good pumpkin treat—especially one that could be eaten with fingers—almost always did the trick.

[havealotonmymind]

Pet Name

Summary: In which Astarion’s affectations start to rub off on a horrified Leviathala (OC).

Spoilers for the end of Act 2 and the start of Act 3!

Rating: Teen and Up

Category: Astarion/Original Female Character(s), Astarion/Tav, Astarion & Gale & Karlach & Lae'zel & Shadowheart & Tav & Wyll (Friendship)

Additional Tags:

Romance, Fluff, Pet Names, Established Relationship, Alcohol, Party Banter, Spoilers for Act 2 (Baldur's Gate 3), Spoilers for Act 3 (Baldur's Gate 3), Named Tav (Baldur's Gate), Tiefling Tav (Baldur's Gate), Fighter Tav (Baldur's Gate)

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To love someone so much as to unconsciously adopt their odd quirks and manners of speaking took careful study, if not outright gawking. It was a rather damning indictment, one that could not be readily explained away.

Leviathala had never been partial to pet names, both in using or hearing them. They always sounded much too saccharine. Princess, doll, sweetie pie—all borderline ridiculous and laughable. Her parents only used “honey” or the shortened “hon”, but never as true terms of endearment. No, when those were used, it was meant to summon the other to look over something in the house that needed fixing.

So Lev had never really seen the point. Until meeting Astarion, that was.

Pet names sounded natural coming from him. His flirtatious lines held the musicality of an amusing lie, but when it came to pet names, well…He used them with the same deadly precision as his daggers. A well-placed darling or love or my sweet was enough to kickstart her heart into rabbit-like hysteria. It was not long before she warmed to the sound of it meant just for her.

After finally confessing their true feelings to one another just a few nights before, not much had changed. He didn’t go around advertising their relationship to the others nor did she start openly fawning over him. The Gauntlet of Shar and the defeat of Ketheric Thorm took far more precedence than any sort of formal announcement.

That didn’t stop her from sitting closer to Astarion while they rested, nor him from leaning near enough for their hands to touch. Most times, she would twine her pinky around his and continue on with a conversation as if nothing had happened.

It felt a bit childish. They had sex with each other twice during the very first leg of their journey, after all. Strange how the smallest brush of fingers in front of the others somehow felt more scandalous.

It was Lae’zel, of all people, who finally made a comment about it. “Do you intend to hide your affections for one another the whole journey?” she snapped.

Lev watched Astarion head off to the Last Light washroom with a fond smile playing on her lips. That smile soon fell. “What do you mean?”

“Chk! This Plane’s intricate courting rituals bore me. If you wish to make your pathetic feelings known to him, you must take action lest he is snatched away.” Lae’zel then trod off in a huff.

A small laugh bubbled in the back of Leviathala’s throat. If someone as stoic as Lae’zel was encouraging her to be more open, then perhaps she ought to be so. So she reached out for his hand more often, asked to kiss him after hard-fought battles and once more before resting for the night. Their party made little comment, though she swore she saw Shadowheart and Wyll exchange gold pieces whenever she pulled back from a kiss.

Despite his now near-constant bragging about their relationship to anyone who would listen, Astarion never initiated any physical contact himself. No, his way of showing affection was far quieter than anyone might expect. Whenever he gifted her a new book, he would sit beside her and read one of his own. Once, he handed her a thin vial of scented seed oil he mixed himself then stalked back to his tent without a word. A soothing waft of honeysuckle and autumn crocus floated from within. It felt nice to apply to her horns every evening, and she found herself sleeping all the better for it.

He had also developed a habit of simply staying at her side to annoy her whenever possible.

“Astarion, if you’re going to hover around my tent, at least help me pack my things,” Leviathala said as she stashed the remainder of her potions inside her pack. It had taken her quite some time to get it all set for their journey back to the Gate, especially with the sheer number of spell scrolls she picked up. Organizing them for easy access during battle was essential.

A sentiment Astarion did not seem to share. His own pack was stuffed with more than half of their entire group’s gold, some interesting bits and bobbles, and around a dozen spell scrolls of varying effects and levels of damage.

His eyes fell from checking his perfect nails to the many stacks of books around her tent. “I’ll start with the essentials, then, shall I?”

Lev smiled. “You can store those in the Travellers’ Chest. I don’t expect we’ll find much space to camp within the city walls.”

“You have been quite the little kleptomaniac, haven’t you?” he teased. “Honestly, I think I might be a bad influence on you.”

“Most of those books were just lying there. I’m just giving them a new home.”

“Yes, locked away in a trunk.”

“Oh, don’t act like you don’t appreciate the steady supply of new books to read. Sneaky as you are, I do notice when my piles have been shifted,” Leviathala said as she turned back to her pack. Everything was in a handy spot, ready for use whenever she needed it. Everything except…

Her eyes scanned over her tent for her crossbow bolts. They needed to be on top for easier reloading mid-battle.

Astarion had seemingly given up on packing her books and was instead engrossed in a book of fables she’d picked up in the Underdark. The bolts laid on the next pile over.

As she pushed herself to her feet, Leviathala asked, “Darling, could you hand me that?”

The moment the words slipped, her blood ran cold. She hadn’t even thought about it, but that was the trouble, wasn’t it?

Astarion snapped to attention. “What did you call me?”

“I…Nothing special,” she said quickly.

His incredulous grin only grew. “Oh no, no, no. Deny it all you like, but I heard you.”

“You didn’t hear anything except me asking you to hand me those bolts please.”

“You called me darling.”

“Astarion—”

“Hm? I’m sorry, I only answer to darling now. My heart or my love will also suffice.”

“Astarion.”

“Funny, that doesn’t sound like a pet name to me.”

Her face felt like it was on fire. He knew exactly what he was doing, and she hated that that pretty smile of his almost coaxed it out of her.

Lev snatched the packet of crossbow bolts and stalked past him. “You are insufferable, you know that?”

“Darling, come now. Just say it one more time?”

Astarion did not let up even as their party finally hit the Rising Road at last. He called her all sorts of pet names, ranging from his usual my dears and my sweets to absolutely dreadful ones like little kitten and my heart’s calling.

It was a relentless barrage of sugary words that had their companions either giving them long side-glances or outright cringing.

Before he could say another word, Lev pressed a firm hand to his mouth. “Gods, if I call you darling or love, will you promise not to use any of those terrible pet names again? They’re ridiculous.”

His victorious smirk was unbearable. “Why, of course, my treasure.” He leaned in just a bit closer. “If you call me darling now. I want to hear it.”

Lev’s face grew hot. A few of their companions left to set up their tents, but Shadowheart, Karlach, and Wyll lingered just behind them, unloading the cooking supplies and setting up the campfire.

“Now now?” she asked.

“No better time than the present, as they say. Whoever they are.”

“Fine…” Her tail whipped all over the place in her embarrassment. “Will you please not use any silly pet names with me…d-darling?”

Karlach coughed to hide a very obvious cackle. Shadowheart patted her back and smiled at the both of them from over her shoulder. There again, Wyll not-so-surreptitiously slipping her a gold coin with a sigh.

“We’ll work on it,” Astarion amended.

“I most certainly will not.”

“Are you quite certain, my sweet muffin cake? Darling love and light of my life?”

Shadowheart curled her nose in disgust. “Gods, I can’t take much more of this.”

Leviathala glared at a point in the distance, refusing to look at him directly. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t,” Astarion said and pressed a quick peck to her temple. Her contrived anger dissolved in an instant. That was the first time he ever initiated something like that on his own. Lev brushed her hair away from the spot he kissed with a faint smile.

This awful chameleon effect reared its head again after they all settled in the Elfsong Tavern. With the looming threat of Gortash closing his fist over the city, Orin and her bloodthirsty shapeshifters murdering innocents left and right, and the matter of Duke Ravengard going missing, it was all their party could do to keep from buckling under the pressure.

That called for a time-honored stress reliever: a drinking contest.

Numerous tankards filled to the brim with ice-cold ale sat frosting before Lae’zel, Jaheira, and Wyll. A dark look not unlike that of the calm before a battle brewed over them, each determined to claim victory over the others.

Lev, Gale, Karlach, and Shadowheart sat at the nearest table to watch the chaos unfold. Halsin had sequestered himself in their rented room, trying to gain his bearings in a town bereft of nature by carving more wooden ducks than he knew what to do with.

“If you were in the ring, Shadowheart, I’d bet on you as the winner,” Gale said as he watched the others drink themselves into a stupor.

“Oh, I’m sure I would be. I just don’t feel like debasing myself in front of an audience like those three.”

Jaheira remained stone-faced after her fifth goblet while Lae’zel began to wobble. Wyll smiled dreamily off into the distance, but kept pace all the same.

Leviathala laughed, a high-pitched, short giggle that was half-hidden behind her hand. “I don’t think I’ll ask Wyll or Lae’zel to come with me to the Counting House tomorrow. They might not be able to stand after this.”

A hush went over their little group. A normal lull in conversation. Or so Lev thought.

“I think you’ve been spending far too much time around Astarion,” Shadowheart said all of a sudden.

Lev glanced up from her tankard, only to notice them all giving her pained smiles. “What do you mean?”

Shadowheart and Karlach exchanged an amused glance. “I mean,” she emphasized, “that you’re starting to sound like him.”

“What, just because I want to break into the Counting House, suddenly I’m a rogue?” Lev scoffed.

“It’s not that. You know that laugh he does when he’s pleased?” She looked to Karlach for assistance.

“Yeah, the one that goes ah-ha-ha!” Karlach mimicked his haughty giggle with a flare of her hands. “That one?”

“Yes, that one.” Shadowheart turned back to Lev. “You do that, too. You never used to laugh like that.”

Lev clapped a startled hand over her mouth. “No! That’s not…No, I don’t.”

“Er, you just did, soldier. I dunno if we would’ve pointed it out otherwise.” Karlach scratched the back of her head. “For what it’s worth, it is kinda cute, you picking up each other’s habits ‘n all.”

Gale smiled. “Lev, there’s no shame in mimicking someone you love. Those traits are why you love them, I imagine. Why, I think I affected Mystra’s speech well into our own relationship myself.”

Leviathala hid her face in her hands. “Gale, that’s not helping.”

Thank the Gods Astarion was out scouring the city for criminals to drain or she’d never hear the end of this.

“All right. Shall I tell you the little habits I’ve noticed Astarion picking up from you then?” he asked. “I don’t think Astarion himself has even noticed. I’m almost tempted to point it out to him the next time he mocks me for something trivial.”

“Go on. It can’t be any worse than me calling him darling or laughing like him.”

Gale’s eyes sparkled. No doubt he thought of that as an unintended challenge. “Have you noticed that Astarion has a propensity for flowers and mushrooms of late? He used to brush past them all as though they were naught but weeds. After our time in the Underdark, particularly after we infiltrated that arcane tower, he’s kept a sharper eye out. I doubt he’s using them to concoct his own potions and elixirs. Too much work.”

Lev had to admit, she had found much more herbs and flowers in her alchemy pouch lately. She initially chalked it up to not having time to go over stock, but if it was Astarion filling up her supply…

Perhaps it might be a sign that he’d taken a mild interest in her potion-making hobby, but it was also a matter of their party needing these ingredients to survive their arduous journey.

“So has everyone else, Gale. It’s far more convenient than hoping to run into a merchant carrying potions. Cheaper, too.”

“Yes, but he takes after your lead,” he pressed. “I once caught him reading your journal of potion recipes. He’s a rather rapt student when he wants to be. Especially when that teacher is you.”

Lev slouched in her seat. Gale might speak with all the authority of a scholar, but when that study was Astarion’s behavior, even she had been wrong before.

“Anything else?”

His confident smile fell. “Right, well—”

“He’s started to hum and sing more often,” Shadowheart pointed out. “Honestly, if you want to showcase similarities, you start with the obvious, Gale.”

“Humming and singing could just be a mere indicator that he’s in love!”

“Singing tuneless ditties about what he’s doing the moment he’s doing it? Lev started doing that much earlier than him.”

“That doesn’t annoy you all, does it?” Lev asked. “I’m no bard, but it helps me think a bit clearer when I’m organizing my things. Just a trick my mum taught me.”

Karlach gave a hearty laugh. “Nah, sing away, soldier! I like it. I think I only caught Fangs doing that, like, once or twice, though.”

“You’ve never set up your tent near his,” Shadowheart said. “He used to be silent as the grave, if you’ll pardon the pun. Now he hums off-key whenever he’s cleaning his daggers or sprucing up in front of a mirror he clearly cannot see himself in. I have half a mind to throw something at him when he does it.”

“Fine, I’ll concede that point.” Gale threw his hands in the air.

“You notice how whenever we go to a new place nowadays, he steers towards the books first? Just like Lev,” Karlach said. “They’re both rabid bookworms.”

Gale sat up straighter, happy to have regained footing. “Yes! That was another point I was going to bring up. When we broke into Sorcerous Sundries' vault the other day, he seemed to take particular interest in the scrolls and books. The magical treasures, wondrous as they were, he all but ignored.”

“He’s been looking for a way to safely read that Thayan necromancy book I gave him a while ago,” Leviathala pointed out. “That book he found in Sorcerous Sundries finally gave him the key he needed to be able to read the rest. Besides, he probably liked reading way before I was ever born.”

“That’s not the point, soldier, and you know it.” Karlach downed the rest of her tankard in a few gulps then slammed it on the table. “You rub off on him more than you think. He clearly does the same to you. It’s how we all act around people we care about, I reckon. We’ve all probably picked up each other’s little habits without noticing.”

The conversation was cut short when Lae’zel unceremoniously collapsed the moment she tried to stand up and get in Wyll’s face. Lev and Karlach went to collect her, smirking over as Wyll slapped a hand over his mouth and burped an excuse to the nearest chamberpot. The sound of his retching put many unfortunate people out of their meals.

Jaheira grinned at her victory, pushing herself to her feet. There was only a faint, almost imperceptible wobble to her gait as she headed up to sleep this off. Their group helped their other two companions into their own beds with some difficulty. Shadowheart was of sound enough mind to turn them both on their side and leave them a glass of water.

“I’ll prepare Lesser Restoration for tomorrow,” she sighed. Her eyes fell to the Amulet of Silvanus around Lev’s neck. “Unless you want to tell your boyfriend to stay away from your neck for one night to help me?”

“It’s a one-time daily use, Shadowheart,” Leviathala said with an amused smile. “You’d need to prepare Lesser Restoration regardless.”

Shadowheart heaved a theatrical sigh. “All right. I knew this drinking contest was a bad idea…”

“That’s not what you said when you bet on Lae’zel to pass out first.”

A rare genuine smile graced her lips for a moment. “True. Karlach owes me ten gold.”

They all exchanged cheery departures as they prepared for bed. Yenna had curled up on a sofa with her cat earlier in the night, already snoring away. Leviathala sat by the cozy fire, feet propped up on the other of the twin red sofas. The seat was quite stiff, so she sat at an awkward angle to stop her tail from cramping. 

Astarion slipped into their shared room well after twelve bells. He met her gaze with a start, like he was a kid caught sneaking out. Leviathala smiled and immediately put down the book she was reading.

“Not asleep yet?” he whispered as he approached.

“I was waiting up for you.”

“You didn’t have to. But I’m glad you did,” he said as he nudged her legs aside to sit beside her.

Leviathala couldn’t help but notice that he had unconsciously mimicked how she sat, even without a tail of his own to accommodate. She suppressed a laugh. Perhaps their companions were right, after all. Not that she would ever point out these newfound habits to his face.

“Good hunting?” she asked, nodding at the tiny trail of blood he’d failed to wipe away. A habit of his she almost thought intentional after the first few nights of drinking from her neck. After a while, it became apparent that, without being able to inspect himself in a mirror, he simply had no idea it was there.

“Very,” he said, wiping away the blood at last. “Some rude muggers trying to go after a small family. They tried all manner of nasty threats to get me to leave. The muggers, not the family. Not associated with the Guild as far as I could tell, but I’m sure some bottom-rung underlings won’t be missed in the grand scheme of things.”

Leviathala smirked. “You almost sound like a member of the Fist talking like that.”

Astarion made a face at the association. “Now that’s by far the worst insult I’ve heard tonight.”

“Sorry, love.”

An intentionally placed pet name, but one that got his attention all the same.

“Oh? Love, hm?”

“What? Just trying it out. I like the sound of it. More so than darling, at any rate.”

He put a hand over his heart. “Darling, how dare you.”

“I meant me saying it,” she added with a light laugh. “Pet names are just so…awkward. Calling you love feels right because it’s true.”

His real smile was always hard to pick out, harder still in the relative darkness around them. Just the quickest shift of his lips, almost as if he was used to hiding it.

“Darling and love are the same things at the end of the day. You should expand your pet name repertoire, my dear.”

“Oh, my dear’s a good one,” she teased. “You are very dear to me, my darling love.”

Astarion frowned. “Gods, now I know how it feels to be on the receiving end.”

“Feels strange, doesn’t it?” Leviathala said. “Almost inauthentic.”

His mock-offended expression made her laugh once more and she scooted closer to rest her head on his shoulder.

“You know I’m just teasing about the pet names, right? Don’t force yourself if it doesn’t feel natural,” he said, wrapping a heavy arm around her.

“Oh, don’t worry, darling, I won’t.”

He paused. “I can’t tell if you’re being cheeky or not.”

“My dearest heart, whatever do you mean?”

At this, he lightly shoved her away. “All right, I think it’s time we sleep.”

Before he could get up, however, Leviathala tugged on his sleeve. “Wait, no kiss before bed?”

“Make fun of my flirting methods enough, Leviathala darling, and you’ll find yourself wanting before long. Good night.”

She let him go, pouting. “Well…all right then.”

As they headed off to their beds, Astarion smirked at her sulking. “Don’t give me that, my dear. You’ll ruin my resolve.”

“Yes, that’s the plan.”

He made a show of rolling his eyes. “Oh, very well. I’ll indulge you,” he said in a manner that very much did not hide how eager he was.

She blinked when he wrapped an arm around the small of her back and pulled her to him. His lips found hers easily. They’d had much practice, after all. Leviathala was confident that he’d find his way to her in total darkness.

Astarion pushed forth with a hungry insistence that she met with a surprised, but equal fervor. She gripped his waist to steady herself, and he grunted appreciatively. When he finally broke away, he leaned his forehead against hers, hand still lingering on her cheek for just a moment longer.

“There,” he said breathlessly. “Satisfied, darling? Or…do you still want more?”

Leviathala rolled her eyes but smiled all the same. “Darling, how could I say no?” she teased and leaned in once more.

I’ll be honest, at this point in my playthrough, Lae’zel had already been kidnapped by Orin way before I rescued Minsc. I’m taking a bit of creative license with the timeline to let the party have a bit of fun at the Elfsong lol. Also the Astarion laugh I'm talking about is the short one at 14 seconds: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hoW6gyzEAIE Hope you enjoyed my little self-indulgent fic! Until next time!

[wvrlock]

Autumn Equinox: Magic items

This is a list of fun magic items inspired by The Griffon's Saddlebag for you to use in The Autumn Equinox event, especially the Lantern Market! You may include them in threads, send them as ask prompts for muses to react to, give or receive them as presents... (These are extracted and condensed from my personal copy, if you want the items' stats and pictures to use these and more magic items in your games, consider supporting the creator!)

[PERFORMER'S PUPPET] While wearing this puppet on your hand, you can use a bonus action to change the style, color and shape of the puppet's clothing and face.

[HAT TRICK] While holding the hat, you can cast the find familiar spell from it, pulling a rabbit or dove familiar from the hat.

[DOODLE RING] While wearing this wooden ring on your finger, you can touch a solid surface and begin to draw. Your finger makes marks as if it were a piece of charcoal, ink quill or paintbrush, in the color of your choice.

[CATNIP AMULET] While wearing this gold and jade amulet, you have advantage on ability checks to find and call Tiny domestic cats, and on Wisdom (Animal Handling) checks to interact with them

[TOADSTONE] This small jade carving of a frog dangles from a simple cord of leather to be worn as a necklace. While you wear it, you gain a swimming speed equal to your walking speed and can hold your breath for up to 1 hour, and can cast the jump spell targeting only yourself. This necklace is cursed, and attuning to it curses you. While you are cursed, your skin is perpetually slightly wet, and you have only an appetite for insects.

[PETAL DANCER WARD] This cape is made of colorful, aromatic petals. As you walk, a dusting of petals drift behind you, disappearing before they touch the ground.

[RAVENHEART'S ORIGAMI RAVENS] This slim wooden carrying case holds three dark paper birds. When you hold one and speak its command phrase, "By fold and feather, fly", it transforms into a raven for 1 hour. It is treated as if it were your familiar summoned by the find familiar spell.

[BATH POTION] This bubbly potion smells of lavender and flowers. A creature that drinks it as an action has its outermost layer of skin rinsed from its body, and any remaining dirt and grime magically washed away. Its breath, hair and nails are immaculately cleaned. For the next 24 hours, the creature smells of daisies and honey and any blood, grime or dirt magically falls away from the creature, who continues to smell and appear freshly washed. Bubbles occasionally escape from its mouth while the potion is in effect.

[RING OF ROSES] As an action, you can cause a single, thornless rose to grow and appear in your hand. The rose blossoms in a color of your choice, and withers and disintegrates after 24 hours.

[PAIR OF TINY VIOLIN RINGS] This pair of golden rings play a sad, sad melody when you rub the two fingers wearing them together. Creatures that know the vicious mockery cantrip can use this set of rings as a somatic component instead of the usual verbal component.

[SINGING STEIN] While this pewter stein holds at least a sip's worth of potable alcohol, the face adorning it comes alive to sing songs based on the kind of drink. The stein is not sentient, but does have a pleasant singing voice. Wine gets ballads, rum gets sea shanties, and ale gets drinking songs.

[BIRD OF A FEATHER] While holding onto this small toy of a roc, you magically gain a flying speed of 20 feet for up to 1 minute.

[PIPE OF DELICIOUS SMELLS] While smoking this pipe, you can use an action to exhale a puff of smoke that magically smells like delicious food, such as freshly baked pie, stew, or tea. The smell dissipates after a few seconds

[FAITHFUL HOUND'S TOY] This well-chewed dog toy has a small bell inside it. As an action, you can shake the toy and throw it into an unoccupied space within 30 of you. The toy vanishes with the sound of a panting dog, and duplicates the effect of the faithful hound spell.

[RAT KING CROWN] While wearing this dark silver circlet, ordinary rats, giant rats and swarms of rats are friendly towards you. You can communicate with them as if by the speak with animals spell. Whenever you roll initiative, a swarm of rats gathers at your location, friendly to you and your allies and hostile against your enemies. The swarm becomes hostile if you remove the crown or if you or your companions harm it.

[SCROLL OF INSTANT COOKIES] This 5-foot scroll of parchment is wrapped around a rolling pin. As an action, you can unroll 1 or more feet of the parchment, pressing it against a solid surface. The parchment immediately transforms into a freshly baked and cut pastry dough of the shape and flavor of your choice. Each food of scroll creates 18 cookies when pressed. When the last of the scroll has been used, the rolling pin can be used as a magical club.

[yandereandreaders]

Fandoms and characters I will write

So first off, I need to clarify that certain characters will ONLY be platonic while others can be both. Drawing wise, I will only do the fandoms I list here but I will draw any that's not listed as well.

Other Notes, I can age or deage character. Characters can be shipped with other canon or the reader, i don't mind doing either. You should clarify what exactly you want; fluff, angst, flanst, yandere, nsfw, and so forth. You can even give specific details for the reader.

Also, feel free to give plot, suggestions, and just in general whatever. I want to get back into writing so it'll take me time but I promise I will get things down eventually. I will force myself haaa. Though if a plot really interests me it'll most likely get done quickly, but i'll make sure to also do things in order!

Aus are a go! As long as I know about them orrr I am able to look them up. Just tell me where to find it at least when requesting as there are also multiple source for certain things so which one you referring to.

Or even in fnaf's case, which variant of the character you want. If not specific, I will most likely just do their original form unless I have a idea for a different one. Orrrr maybe I'll just do multiple if I'm feeling up to it

Not sure what else to add but yeahhh. This'll definitely get updated as I get more interested in new shows/games and characters so keep an eye out!

🌺: Platonic

🌹: Romantic

🔞: NSFW

Homestuck:

Aradia Megido 🌺🌹🔞

Damara Megido 🌺🌹🔞

The Handmaid 🌺🌹🔞

Tavros Nitram: 🌺🌹🔞

Rufioh Nitram: 🌺🌹🔞

The Summoner: 🌺🌹🔞

Sollux Captor: 🌺🌹🔞

Mituna Captor: 🌺🌹🔞

The Ψiioniic: 🌺🌹🔞

Karkat Vantas: 🌺🌹🔞

Kankri Vantas: 🌺🌹🔞

The Signless: 🌺🌹🔞

Nepeta Leijon: 🌺🌹🔞

Meulin Leijon: 🌺🌹🔞

The Disciple: 🌺🌹🔞

Kanaya Maryam: 🌺🌹🔞

Porrim Maryam: 🌺🌹🔞

The Dolorosa: 🌺🌹🔞

Terezi Pyrope: 🌺🌹🔞

Latula Pyrope: 🌺🌹🔞

Neophyte Redglare: 🌺🌹🔞

Vriska Serket: 🌺🌹🔞

Aranea Serket: 🌺🌹🔞

Mindfang: 🌺🌹🔞

Equius Zahhak: 🌺🌹🔞

Horuss Zahhak: 🌺🌹🔞

Darkleer: 🌺🌹🔞

Gamzee Makara: 🌺🌹🔞

Kurloz Makara: 🌺🌹🔞

The Grand High Blood: 🌺🌹🔞

Eridan Ampora: 🌺🌹🔞

Cronus Ampora: 🌺🌹🔞

Orphaner Dualscar: 🌺🌹🔞

Feferi Peixes: 🌺🌹🔞

Meenah Peixes: 🌺🌹🔞

The Condesce: 🌺🌹🔞

John Egbert: 🌺🌹🔞

Jane Crocker: 🌺🌹🔞

Rose Lalonde: 🌺🌹🔞

Roxy Lalonde: 🌺🌹🔞

Dave Strider: 🌺🌹🔞

Dirk Strider: 🌺🌹🔞

Jade Harley: 🌺🌹🔞

Jake English: 🌺🌹🔞

Sonic:

Amy Rose: 🌺🌹🔞

Rust Rose: 🌺🌹

Black Rose: 🌺🌹🔞

Thorn Rose: 🌺🌹🔞

Blaze The Cat: 🌺🌹🔞

Cosmo: 🌺🌹🔞

Cream The Rabbit: 🌺

Dr. Eggman: 🌺🌹🔞

E-123 Omega: 🌺🌹

Espio: 🌺🌹🔞

Infinite: 🌺🌹🔞

Knuckles The Echidna: 🌺🌹🔞

Renegade Knuckles: 🌺🌹🔞

Knuckles The Dread: 🌺🌹🔞

Gnarly Knuckles: 🌺🌹🔞

Manic The Hedgehog: 🌺🌹🔞

Marine the Raccoon: 🌺🌹

Mephiles The Dark: 🌺🌹🔞

Metal Sonic: 🌺🌹

Miles "Tails" Prower: 🌺🌹🔞

Tails Nine: 🌺🌹🔞

Sails Tails: 🌺🌹🔞

Mangey Tails: 🌺🌹

Princess Sally Acorn: 🌺🌹🔞

Rosy The Rascal: 🌺🌹🔞

Rouge The Bat: 🌺🌹🔞

Rebel Rouge: 🌺🌹🔞

Batten Rouge: 🌺🌹🔞

Prim Rouge: 🌺🌹🔞

Scourge The Hedgehog: 🌺🌹🔞

Shadow The Hedgehog: 🌺🌹🔞

Silver The Hedgehog: 🌺🌹🔞

Sonia The Hedgehog: 🌺🌹🔞

Sonic The Hedgehog: 🌺🌹🔞

Sticks The Badger: 🌺🌹🔞

My Little Pony:

Twilight Sparkle: 🌺🌹

Applejack: 🌺🌹

Fluttershy: 🌺🌹

Rarity: 🌺🌹

Pinkie Pie: 🌺🌹

Rainbow Dash: 🌺🌹

Spike: 🌺🌹

Apple Bloom: 🌺

Scootaloo: 🌺

Sweetie Belle: 🌺

Princess Celestia: 🌺🌹

Princess Luna: 🌺🌹

Shining Armor: 🌺🌹

Princess Cadance: 🌺🌹

Ember: 🌺🌹

Gallus: 🌺

Silverstream: 🌺

Smolder: 🌺

Yona: 🌺

Sandbar: 🌺

Ocellus: 🌺

Diamond Tiara: 🌺

Silver Spoon: 🌺

Nightmare Moon: 🌺🌹

Queen Chrysalis: 🌺🌹

Adagio Dazzle: 🌺🌹

Aria Blaze: 🌺🌹

Sonata Dusk: 🌺🌹

Cozy Glow: 🌺

Trixie: 🌺🌹

Discord: 🌺🌹

Sunset Shimmer: 🌺🌹

Starlight Glimmer: 🌺🌹

Tempest Shadow: 🌺🌹

The Mane-iac: 🌺🌹

Cheese Sandwich: 🌺🌹

Sunburst: 🌺🌹

Autumn Blaze: 🌺🌹

Nightmare Rairty: 🌺🌹

Capper: 🌺🌹

Sunny Starscout: 🌺🌹

Izzy Moonbow: 🌺🌹

Hitch Trailblazer: 🌺🌹

Pipp Petals: 🌺🌹

Zipp Storm: 🌺🌹

Pokemon : 🌺🌹🔞

Any Pokemon, just give me a personality for them. Not much to say, not sure about writing any non pokemon here but ehh maybe in the future

MCYT NOTE:

First off, i'm shipping sonas, not the actual content creators. Second, if any members are on multiple series I will not list them but you can ask for them from that series, as long as I have it listed.

Dream SMP:

Dream: 🌺🌹🔞

DreamXD: 🌺🌹🔞

GeorgeNotFound: 🌺🌹🔞

Sapnap: 🌺🌹🔞

BadBoyHalo: 🌺🌹🔞

TommyInnit: 🌺🌹

Tubbo: 🌺🌹

WilburSoot: 🌺🌹🔞

Ghostbur: 🌺🌹

Skeppy: 🌺🌹🔞

Quackity: 🌺🌹🔞

Technoblade: 🌺🌹🔞

Philza: 🌺🌹🔞

Captain Puffy: 🌺🌹🔞

Ranboo: 🌺🌹🔞

Hermitcraft:

Bdubs: 🌺🌹🔞

Docm77: 🌺🌹🔞

EthosLab: 🌺🌹🔞

GoodTimesWithScar: 🌺🌹🔞

Grian: 🌺🌹🔞

Impulse: 🌺🌹

MumboJumbo: 🌺🌹🔞

Rendog: 🌺🌹🔞

TangoTek: 🌺🌹🔞

Xisuma: 🌺🌹

ZedaphPlays: 🌺🌹🔞

ZombieCleo: 🌺🌹🔞

Empires SMP:

Scott Smajor: 🌺🌹🔞

SmallishBeans: 🌺🌹🔞

SolidarityGaming: 🌺🌹🔞

LDShadowLady: 🌺🌹🔞

The Life Series:

Bigb: 🌺🌹🔞

InTheLittleWoods: 🌺🌹🔞

PearlescentMoon: 🌺🌹🔞

Skizzleman: 🌺🌹🔞

Other series:

Witchcraft SMP

RatSmp

Evolution SMP

Five Nights At Freddy's:

Freddy: 🌺🌹

Toy Freddy: 🌺🌹

Funtime Freddy: 🌺🌹

Glamrock Freddy: 🌺🌹

Bonnie: 🌺🌹

Toy Bonnie: 🌺🌹

Bon Bon: 🌺🌹

Chica: 🌺🌹

Toy Chica: 🌺🌹

Glamrock Chica: 🌺🌹

Foxy: 🌺🌹

Funtime Foxy: 🌺🌹

Marionette: 🌺🌹

Balloon Boy: 🌺🌹

Circus Baby: 🌺🌹

Ballora: 🌺🌹

Mangle: 🌺🌹

Roxanne Wolf: 🌺🌹

Montgomery Gator: 🌺🌹

Sundrop: 🌺🌹

Moondrop: 🌺🌹

Vanny: 🌺🌹

DJ Music Man: 🌺🌹

Undertale:(Yes, all the aus)

Frisk: 🌺🌹

Flowey: 🌺🌹

Toriel: 🌺🌹🔞

Sans: 🌺🌹🔞

Papyrus: 🌺🌹🔞

Undyne: 🌺🌹🔞

Alphys: 🌺🌹🔞

Mettaton: 🌺🌹🔞

Asgore: 🌺🌹🔞

Asriel: 🌺🌹

Chara: 🌺🌹

Muffet: 🌺🌹🔞

Napstablook: 🌺🌹🔞

Mad Mew Mew: 🌺🌹🔞

Deltarune:

Alphys: 🌺🌹🔞

Asgore: 🌺🌹🔞

Asriel: 🌺🌹🔞

Berdly: 🌺🌹🔞

Jevil: 🌺🌹🔞

Kris: 🌺🌹

Lancer: 🌺🌹

Noelle: 🌺🌹

Queen: 🌺🌹🔞

Ralsei: 🌺🌹

Rouxls: 🌺🌹🔞

Sans: 🌺🌹🔞

Spamton: 🌺🌹🔞

Susie: 🌺🌹

Toriel: 🌺🌹🔞

Undyne: 🌺🌹🔞

Tokyo Mew Mew/Tokyo Mew Mew New:

Ichigo Momomiya/Zoey: 🌺🌹🔞

Minto Aizawa/Corina: 🌺🌹🔞

Retasu Midorikawa/Bridgett: 🌺🌹🔞

Bu-Ling Huang/Kikki: 🌺🌹🔞

Zakuro Fujiwara/Renee: 🌺🌹🔞

Deep Blue: 🌺🌹🔞

Quiche/Dren: 🌺🌹🔞

Tarurto/Tarb: 🌺🌹🔞

Pia/Sargon: 🌺🌹🔞

Berry Shirayuki: 🌺🌹🔞

Ringo Akai: 🌺🌹🔞

Masaya Aoyama/Mark: 🌺🌹🔞

Keiichiro Akasaka/Wesley: 🌺🌹🔞

Ryou Shirogane/Elliot: 🌺🌹🔞

Tasuku Meguro: 🌺🌹🔞

Steven Universe:

Amethyst: 🌺🌹🔞

Aquamarine: 🌺🌹🔞

Bismuth: 🌺🌹🔞

Blue Diamond: 🌺🌹🔞

Blue Pearl: 🌺🌹🔞

Demantoid: 🌺🌹🔞

Emerald: 🌺🌹🔞

Garnet: 🌺🌹🔞

Hessonite: 🌺🌹🔞

Holly Blue Agate: 🌺🌹🔞

Jasper: 🌺🌹🔞

Lapis Lazuli: 🌺🌹🔞

Pearl: 🌺🌹🔞

Peridot: 🌺🌹🔞

Squaridot: 🌺🌹🔞

Pink Diamond: 🌺🌹🔞

Pink Pearl: 🌺🌹🔞

Pyrope: 🌺🌹🔞

Ruby: 🌺🌹🔞

Sapphire: 🌺🌹🔞

Spinel: 🌺🌹🔞

Steven: 🌺🌹🔞

White Diamond: 🌺🌹🔞

Yellow Diamond: 🌺🌹🔞

Yellow Pearl: 🌺🌹🔞

Invader Zim:(

Dib: 🌺🌹🔞

Zim: 🌺🌹🔞

Gaz: 🌺🌹🔞

Tak: 🌺🌹🔞

Zib: 🌺🌹🔞

Splatoon:

Callie: 🌺🌹🔞

Hypno Callie: 🌺🌹🔞

Marie: 🌺🌹🔞

Agent 3/Captain: 🌺🌹🔞

Agent 4: 🌺🌹🔞

Marina: 🌺🌹🔞

Pearl: 🌺🌹🔞

Agent 8: 🌺🌹🔞

New Agent 3: 🌺🌹🔞

Shiver: 🌺🌹🔞

Frye: 🌺🌹🔞

Big Man: 🌺🌹

I will add more as time goes on and become more comfortable with more fandoms and characters (:

[lesbian-in-leather]

I posted 1,361 times in 2022

That's 630 more posts than 2021!

308 posts created (23%)

1,053 posts reblogged (77%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@elytrians

@changelinq

@vaguely-functional-directions

@downton-not-downtown-smh

@lesbian-in-leather

I tagged 1,257 of my posts in 2022

Only 8% of my posts had no tags

#the lesbian herself - 563 posts

#asoue - 42 posts

#mon cher - 21 posts

#wwdits - 21 posts

#tag games - 17 posts

#send help - 17 posts

#oh worm - 15 posts

#>:( - 15 posts

#thanks for the ask!! - 15 posts

#vaguely-functional-directions - 15 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#i've always fixated on things but my parents were pretty strict about internet usage when i was younger so i couldn't really interact much

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

“A Private Exchange”?

Send me a made-up fic title and I'll tell you what I would write to go with it

So I was just going to write a little snippet of like, a few hundred words, and then... I didn't stop writing. It's going to be a whole multichapter now, that I will hopefully finish and post in the near future. You did this. Anyway, in the interest of not waiting til then to answer this, here's the snippet that the actual title made me think of

Fandom: School for Good and Evil

Summary: Clarissa summons Lady Lesso to her office after classes for a private meeting. Purely in the interest of discussing the students, of course

Rating: G

See the full post

58 notes - Posted November 25, 2022

#4

Hot take on the addams family casting debate: Gomez is Correct but Morticia is Wrong

67 notes - Posted September 4, 2022

#3

So I've been rewatching the tinkerbell films (which are so fucking good and absolutely stand up over time btw) but like... despite my childhood gay crush on Vidia (and Silvermist lmao, the two icons of every sapphic childhood) I never realised how genuinely gay-coded she is???

Especially in the third one, The Great Fairy Rescue is ABSOLUTELY the story of how Vidia and Tink became gfs and I will hear nothing else

84 notes - Posted July 24, 2022

#2

You know what does lowkey make me laugh about the hunger games

District Twelve has only ever had four victors, right? And it’s widely accepted that 18-year-olds are obviously at an advantage, as are the Careers by virtue of just... being the Careers. And yet every single victor from Twelve was 16??? Like. Four separate inexperienced and malnourished 16-year-olds - three of which were from the fuckin Seam of all places - won the wholeass Games. They beat the Careers, they beat jacked as fuck lumber guys and ‘I’m desensitised to blood’ livestock gals, and they won the entire thing - and exclusively with only one real ally - THE OTHER PERSON FROM THEIR OWN DISTRICT. Everyone hates on District Twelve as being the worst one, but if I was to bet on the hunger games and I heard they’d picked a 16-year-old from Twelve, I would simply bet on them. I don’t care how ~feral~ and ~untrained~ they are babe, Twelve’s 16-year-olds are fuckin winners

125 notes - Posted October 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Autumn this-or-that game!!

Thanks for the tag @omghost 💕

tea or hot chocolate | cosy books or halloween movies | plaid or corduroy | foggy mornings or twinkly nights | orange or black | pumpkin or apple pie | wool or velvet | picking fruit or carving pumpkins | libraries or coffee shops | cinnamon or peanut butter | spooky or cosy halloween | candles or fairy lights

Tagging: @swanqueensalad @downton-not-downtown-smh @vaguely-functional-directions @volunteerfelinedetectives @just-an-enby-lemon @accidentallylita @ghostlyheart and anyone else who wants to do it!!

207 notes - Posted October 26, 2022

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[bits-o-stardust]

OCtober Day 19: Autumn 🎃

One of the biggest Autumn events in game was the monster-pumpkin hunting event. There were individual prizes as well as guild-based prizes with exclusive cosmetics like Halloween skins for weapons, summons and guild houses. It was the perfect opportunity for guilds to do some networking with other guilds and for players to socialize (read: fight) while harvesting some pumpkins. The pumpkins were reanimated monsters that gained sentience and ran havoc every fall season, ruining crops and fields, so it was up to the players to catch them and make them into... pumpkin pie 🥧.

Now there was one special characteristic of monster pumpkins, and it was that they were extremely fast and hard to catch. Sometimes, it took a whole party to CC and catch one pumpkin. For players with high AGI, it was a walk in the park. Unfortunately for Momoko, she was a player who minmaxed into INT and VIT, meaning her AGI stat was at the lowest it could be. All day during the event, players would see a pink nurse running after pumpkins who even took the time to look back and taunt her, as the gap between them gradually increased.

One day, Momoko swore up at the sky, you pumpkins will regret messing with me!

[firebrnd]

Camille wants to [ . . . ] 🥧 bake autumn treats together (pumpkin pie, cookies…)

Bonnie leaned against the counter in Cami's cozy apartment kitchen, a playful grin on her lips as she watched Cami wrestle with a stubborn can of pumpkin puree. The kitchen was warm and inviting, filled with the scent of cinnamon, nutmeg, and cloves that danced around them like a spell of autumn comfort. The light streaming through the window cast a golden glow over everything, making the space feel even more magical. Bonnie tucked a stray strand of her fiery red hair behind her ear and let out a soft chuckle as Cami struggled, her brunette friend’s brows knitted in concentration.

“Need a little witchy help there?” Bonnie teased, her amber eyes sparkling with mischief. She had already measured out the ingredients for the pie crust, the flour dusting her fingers like a fine mist of snow. She wasn’t in any rush, these moments with Cami were precious - a gentle contrast to the supernatural craziness that often filled her days. She liked how easy it was with Cami, how they could just be two friends making a mess in the kitchen without a care in the world.

Cami shot her a mock glare but couldn’t help the smile tugging at her lips. “I’m determined to win this battle on my own” she replied, finally prying the can open with a triumphant flourish. “See? No magic needed.”

Bonnie clapped her hands together in applause. “Bravo! But if that had taken any longer, I was going to summon a pumpkin spirit to do it for you.” She winked, moving closer to help pour the puree into the mixing bowl. The orange filling slid out with a satisfying plop, and Bonnie immediately began stirring, letting the rhythm of the task calm her senses.

She loved this, these little moments of joy and normalcy. For someone who could see ghosts and sense energies, spending time with Cami was a refreshing reminder of the simpler, sweeter side of life.

They worked in sync, as if they’d been baking together for years. Bonnie rolled out the pie crust with practiced ease while Cami mixed the filling, their conversation flowing effortlessly from light-hearted teasing to sharing little stories from their past few weeks. Bonnie loved how easy it was to talk to Cami, how she didn’t have to hide the witchy parts of herself. Cami had taken it all in stride when she’d found out, with only a few raised eyebrows and a lot of genuine curiosity.

After filling the crust with the spiced pumpkin mixture, Bonnie carefully slid the pie into the oven, closing the door with a satisfied nod. “There we go. Now, all we need is a bit of patience” she said, dusting off her hands.

[withinthebrain]

He Called me Trudi: A Moment with Gertrude

Dust sprays into the air like an erupting geyser as I drop the family photo album on the kitchen rug. I spent all afternoon digging through the boxes in the spare bedroom to find it. My cousin rang at lunchtime and plans to be in town tomorrow. The speckled red cardboard album is splayed open on the floor with pictures spilling from the pages. But there, on top, is an image of Arlin.

"Trudi! Trudi! Come quick, you have to see this!" Arlin yelled to me from behind the tool shed. I rounded the corner to see him holding a bullfrog in each hand. He was covered in mud from his toes to his elbows. "I see you were rolling around in the cow pond again," I spat, annoyed that I would have to clean him up before mama got home. "Since you are already muddy, you best catch a few more so we can fry them for dinner," I suggested, knowing it would at least keep him out of my hair while I finished my chores. Arlin shoved a frog at my chest. He yelled, "Hold!" and dropped it in my hand before ripping open the tool shed door. He grabbed the first bucket with a lid, shoved the frogs in, and ran for the murky pond.

I leave the open photo album on the floor and return my focus to the pie. The oven is hot and the heat makes the kitchen cozy in the autumn chill. With a fork, I pinch the edges of the cherry pie and carefully cut slits in the top crust. Cousin Bruno will be in before the rooster crows tomorrow, and a slice of cherry pie has always been his favorite breakfast. "

A healthy slice of homemade cherry pie is as good as an apple a day," he used to always debate. I never agreed with him, but when Arlin was alive, he quoted Bruno like he was a doctor in a scientific magazine. Cousin Bruno is five years older than me, which made him eight years older than Arlin. Arlin thought he was better than Superman. Arlin looked forward to our camping trips with Bruno and Uncle Pen and Aunt Sylvi.

The tents were lined about 10 meters from the rushing stream. Bruno and Arlin had fishing lines tossed in the water. Aunt Sylvi and I were draping hammocks in the line of evergreen trees behind the tents. Uncle Pen called to the boys, "Unload the food and raise it up in the tree." It was infrequent in this part of the park, but bears had been known to wander through a campsite. "Trudi, did you see me fishing?" Arlin asked as he skipped to the truck. I was surprised he was content with just throwing his fishing line in. Normally, he would have caught 10 other critters by now.

The rich, sweet smell of cherries pulls me from the memory. I wipe the table where the jar of flour sat. Releasing the now lukewarm water from the sink, I reach for my glasses on the windowsill. The sun is setting, and crickets hum replacing the sound of my birds.

Slowy, I kneel over the album of pictures. I push through the images in search of a special memory: our last trip with Arlin. I can see the picture in my mind like we were standing on the tarmac now.

"Look how big the plane is, Trudi!" Arlin had not stopped talking since Momma and Pa had woken him up that morning. He had been so excited to see the ocean. So had I. "Which one did you think we will ride on?" I had questioned as I had taken in the expanse of the airport. Planes had been taking off and landing, and people had been bustling around us almost in panic. Pa had been calm and collected, holding our boarding passes in hand. "Come this way," Pa had summoned, leading us down a stairway. A bright white plane had sat just outside a double door. A woman in an airline outfit had waved and opened the door. Arlin's smile had covered his face. "A real plane!" he had squealed. Pa had ruffled his hair and had sent us to stand on the dark black tarmac. I had picked up Arlin and had held him as high as I could. He had reached as high above him as he could. "I'm a plane!" he had giggled.

A tear rolls down my cheek as I remember six-year-old Arlin. Another tear rolls as I remember that he called me Trudi. Nobody else has called me Trudi since. It was by sheer happenstance that I was not in the car with them the day after our ocean vacation. It was just by coincidence, I did not feel up to going for ice cream the day my brother died in the accident.

The timer dings and I pull myself up from the floor. As I open the oven, the glistening juices from the pie are picture perfect and I wish I had a camera to capture this moment. I know Bruno will be excited to have pie for breakfast.

[madamehearthwitch]

Pumpkin Pie Recipe

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Is there anything more iconic for autumn than a witch and pumpkins? Not around here, that’s for certain.

But let the pie summoning of autumn begin!

And I think we all know by now I’m terrible with dates and deadlines, haha. But the recipes are still coming. I personally plan to bake mine on Sept 6, the full moon. The posts and gathering of ingredients are my way of working up the energy and setting the intent.

This weekend I posted my easy pie crust recipe. And for this pumpkin pie we’ll be using the sugar-less version.

Ingredients:

can of pure pumpkin*

2 eggs

dash of salt

1 1/2 sweetened condensed milk**

spices: nutmeg, cloves, cinnamon, ginger***

pie crust (unbaked!)

Alright, apparently everything has notes...

* You want pure pumpkin, NOT pumpkin pie filling. You can also get a sweet (Cinderella) pumpkin and use that, but it’s usually more work than I have time for any time of year I make pumpkin pie.

** This is roughly equivalent to one can of the storebought stuff, which I use for convenience sake (see note about having time). But if you want a recipe for making your own, which I believe I will do this year: https://www.kitchenstewardship.com/recipes/healthy-homemade-sweetened-condensed-milk/

*** Any combination of these spices will work. You can swap out a generic pumpkin pie spice mix, but that only has one use, whereas the individual spices are used in many things. So I tend to avoid premade spice mixes in favor of having a well-stocked spice cabinet.

Method:

Preheat the oven to 425F with the rack in the middle.

In a medium saucepan, heat the can of pumpkin purée. (this eliminates the canned/metallic taste!)

Let the pumpkin cool, then whisk in the eggs, milk and spices.

Pour into the (unbaked) pie crust.

Cook for 15 minutes, then reduce heat to 350F and cook for another 35 min.*

* Cooking time can vary based on your oven, depth of the pie plate, etc. So insert a sharp knife into the pie about an inch or so from the edge. If it comes out clean, you’re done.

Let it cool fully to allow the custard to set.

Enjoy!

Getting Witchy With It

Pies are comfort food. As such, our intentions for the baking of it are less likely to be about getting rid of a cold, or cleansing, and more about the warm fuzzy feelings.

And specifically, for this, we’re focusing on helping to usher in autumn.

The things I’ll be focused on as I prepare it will be thanking Gaia for a bountiful summer and my thoughts of the harvest. The things I want to accomplish before the dark of winter. 

[melswitchyside]

Autumn Summuning Pie

In my witchy musings is stumbled upon this post by @madamehearthwitch and community , and though this sounded like fun and a great way to dip my feet into practicing waters through something I’m familiar with, baking!

I used this wonderful crust recipe,(plus a touch of vanilla, tastes almost like sugar cookies!) rolled it out

and into the pan if went! I first sprinkled the crust with sugar to keep the crust from getting soggy, then in the sugar a drew a peace symbol/sigil and prayed for peace in my life, household, family, and the world in the coming season.

I then, of course, added my filling. It was improvised, so I cannot provide an exact recipe, but soaked a bunch of dried figs + four or five dates in water, bourbon and vanilla over night, then stewed and pureed them. After that I roughly followed Betty Crocker’s Pumpkin Pie recipe, subbing pumpkin out for the fig mixture.

Once the shell was filled, I went and crimped the edges to look like a sun (to me at least) and prayed that we keep The Light and warmth within us through the coming dark seasons.

Baked at 365, well, until it was done (40 min-ish?) which I decided was when all the corners were too dark to bake any longer.

After allowing pie to cool, I paired it with a hard cider which I spiced, and relaxed for a nice autumnal snooze

Happy (soon to be) Fall!

[kitchenwitchkatherine]

Welcoming the Autumn by baking part 2. Apple Cider

My second post to @madamehearthwitch ‘s Let’s Summon Autumn with Pie prompt. Find the original post here! Again, not pie and this time it’s not even baking, but hey, apples and cinnamon! xD

So after buying a big bag of apples for the muffins the other day I was left with a lot left over. Luckily I had this one recipe that I had been dying to try for ages now: apple cider.

Now, in my country apple cider is not a thing. Or it is, but the term is used to describe the alcoholic beverage. And frankly, my untrained self is confused as to what the difference between this and cloudy apple juice is. If someone could please enlighten me it would be much appreciated.

I didn’t really follow a specific recipe for this one, just threw the ingredients in the pot and let it simmer away. I did however refer to The Domestic Geek’s YouTube video 3 Hot Holiday Drinks, go ahead and check it out along with the rest of her channel if you’re a cooking enthusiast like yours truly. I also didn’t add any magical intentions to the brew this time, although I do think that all cooking is always magical.

Basically what I did was just chop a bunch of apples (I didn't bother peeling or coring them) until my pot was about three quarters full, threw in a cinnamon stick and a couple spoonfuls of brown cane sugar and covered everything with water, put the lid on and turned the stove on. I walked away for a bit too long because my concoction was boiling a tad too hard when I came back, but I turned down the heat first to medium for the first 30 minutes or so and them to the lowest setting for about two hours. I would stir it every now and then, but mostly I just let it sit and simmer away.

Afterwards I took the pot off the heat and let it cool for a moment before straining. I just strained it once using a mesh sieve, but you could also double strain using a cheese cloth like Sarah Lynn does on the video. I don’t have any cheese cloth, so mine turned out probably a bit cloudier than usual, but I’m okay with that. Bottle and store in the fridge!

All in all I was pretty happy with the end result. Maybe I’d add a little more sugar and cinnamon next time, but this is pretty delicious too. You can enjoy it hot or cold, use more spices or, if you’re old enough, add a splash of liquor.

[rowananu-blog]

Celebration Of Pomona

Pomona is an ancient Roman Goddess of apples & protector of orchards.

🍏 August 13 is the celebration of her.

An excellent way to celebrate is very obvious xD. Get to some apple eating :p

Today I made mini hand held apple pies for everyone and pancakes & apple pie filling for lunch ^^

I also am taking this as a bonus to do some autumn summoning, because after all what better summoning fruit then the apple?!🍎🍏

[sassy-ahsoka-tano]

🍁 Autumn & Halloween Prompt List 🎃

It's about to get spoopy up in here. We wanted to do something special not only to celebrate everyone's favorite season but also to honor the amazing writers and creators on Tumblr.

Most of us are creators of some kind — whether that be writers, gifmakers, or artists — and this time of year is hard. We start running into fatigue + the scariest thing during the whole Halloween season: creator's block.

✨ Cue the prompt list ✨

This prompt list is split into three groups: dialogue, scenario, and NSFW prompts. Each section has 31 prompts which are sorted with more general autumn themes first and Halloween-specific prompts after that.

A HUGE HUGE thank you to Shawni (@austin-butlers-gf), Sage (@fangirlwithasweettooth), Kenzie (@fangirl-imagines), & Gabby (@dontbesussis) for helping to create this lovely list!

Feel free to reblog + use for whatever it is that you create and post here on Tumblr! Happy Halloween and enjoy 👻 ♥️

DIALOGUE

[ prompts with / indicate that both characters A + B have lines ]

“You have a leaf in your hair.”

“You’re shivering.”

“Why don’t you take off that mask? I’d like to see your face.”

“You’re scared of that, really?”

“That’s your favorite candy? You have shit taste.”

“Promise not to laugh at me if I scream.”

“My friend abandoned me at this Halloween party and I don’t know anyone. But you look as miserable as I feel.”

“If you can’t summon flames directly from hell, store-bought is fine.”

“It says take one, love.”

“Well…you grabbed my hand first.”

“Oh, I see. Is someone a little scared?”

“I spent so long in the darkness I’d almost forgotten how beautiful the moonlight is.”

“You’re the devil in disguise.”

“Nice try. You’ll have to work harder to scare me.”

“I know you’re trying to be scary, but you’re just way too cute.”

“I couldn’t find a costume, so I just decided to go as your [partner/bf/gf].”

“You’re a scaredy cat.” / “I am not!”

“Boo!” / “You were scarier with the mask off.”

“What are you supposed to be?” / “It isn’t obvious?”

“Ew candy corn?” / “What? This candy is hated for no reason. It’s good!”

“That kind of scared me.” / “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”

“Kill me now and put me out of my sugar-fueled misery.” / “I told you to slow down.”

“Come on, it’s just a haunted house! It’ll be like a walk in the park.” / “More like a walk through hell.”

“There’s literally one candle flickering mysteriously. In what universe would I go over there?” / “Is that…a no, then?”

“Well, it is a seance.” / “Good thing the person I want to see is already here.”

“Oh no. You are not wearing the same costume as me! You can’t!” / “Well I did.”

“Ooh very scary!” / “That’s not part of the costume, dumbass.”

“You could have been a prince(ss).” / “Well, I wanted to be a(n) [insert costume] instead.”

“Who you gonna call?” / “Ghostbusters?”

“You look so stupid.” / “Well, that was the idea since I dressed as you.”

“What happened? Let me help you!” / “Relax, the blood is fake.”

SCENARIOS

Leaf hunting/raking leaves

Tailgaiting a football game

Getting drunk at Oktoberfest

Baking a pumpkin pie

Getting PSLs together

Visiting an apple orchard

Visiting a pumpkin patch

Carving a pumpkin

Making caramel apples

Bonfire

Corn Maze

Hayride (haunted or not)

Decorating for Halloween

Costume shopping

Buying couple costumes

Baking Halloween cookies

Haunted house

A doing B’s makeup for a costume

B doing A’s makeup for a costume

Watching a not scary Halloween movie (we recommend Hocus Pocus but take your pick lol)

Watching a scary movie

Halloween photoshoot

Setting up a haunted house

You’re actors in a haunted house

Masquerade ball

Going trick-or-treating

Handing out candy

Playing with an Ouija board

Telling scary stories

Bobbing for apples

Halloween/Murder Mystery Party

NSFW + AUs

[ most of the prompts can be adapted for NSFW or SFW themes but some are more suited to NSFW than others which is why we've separated them ]

“Love the costume but I’d rather see what’s under it.”

“Trick or treat.”

“I would light the candle but…I’m not a virgin.”

“I like your yabbos.”

“Don’t torture yourself ___. That’s my job.”

“Darling, you’re already in my veins.”

“I’ll be the demon to your angel.”

“I want to be what you are, see what you see, love what you love.”

“Just one bite…”

“You’ve been bad. Good thing my costume came with handcuffs.”

“He/She/They prefer(s) virgins.”

“I know what you should be for Halloween. Mine.”

“You’re not as scary as you think you are.” / “Maybe not. But I’ll still have you screaming tonight.”

“Everybody likes your costume better.” / “I could always take it off.”

"Forget the broom. Ride me instead."

“I may not be a vampire but I know how to suck.”

Rolling in the hay? Nah, rolling in the leaves

Sexy couple costumes

You’re stuck in the house of mirrors

7 minutes in heaven but make it Halloween (who can resist a good trope)

Painting each others’ faces/bodies

Mummy wrapping competition

A wears a sexy costume and teases B all night. B isn't happy.

A or B is under a love potion

Roleplay in costume

NSFW Halloween costume fashion show

Getting down and dirty in a corn maze and/or haunted house

Haunted bride/groom AU

Werewolf AU

Vampire AU

Succubus/Incubus AU

Bonus: “This is the skin of a killer, Bella.” 💀

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Disclaimer: Feel free to borrow prompts from this list to add to your own prompt lists but if you do, please reblog + credit the original creators of this list or link to this post for proper credit.

Halloween divider by gutterface on DeviantArt + retrieved from Tumblr.

[patissiereludwig]

Ginger Pumpkin Pie within a Cream Cheese Crust

The Crust

6.5 oz unsalted butter, at room temp

5.5 oz cream cheese, at room temp

3/4 tsp salt

1/2 tsp lemon juice

6.5 oz bread flour

Slowly combine the butter, cream cheese, salt and lemon juice, using the hook attachment.

Incorporate the flour, scraping down the sides of the bowl once or twice and mixing just until the dough comes together.

Refrigerate, covered, and use as you would traditional pie dough.

The Filling

unbaked pie crust

3 eggs

2 cups pumpkin puree

1 cup evaporated milk

1 cup sugar

1 tsp cinnamon

3/4 tsp ginger

1/4 tsp nutmeg

1/4 tsp cloves

1/4 tsp salt

3 to 4 tbsp crystalized ginger chopped into bit sized pieces (optional, they are a bit of a chew)

Prepare unbaked pie crust into 9 in. pie pan and decorate with your choice of edge. Scatter ginger pieces if using. Preheat to 375 degrees Fahrenheit.

In large mixing bowl with wire whip mix ingredients at low speed until well blended.

To avoid spilling pumpkin mixture, place pie pan on the oven rack and pour filling slowly into crust; carefully push back rack.

Bake 50-55 minutes until filling is set and knife inserted 1 in. from edge comes out clean; refrigerate.