#but two days in a row!

[delphi-dreamin]

The Butcher - Bonus Scene

A little insight into Delphi and Solomon's trip to the butcher's shop.

Characters: MC!Delphi, Solomon

Warning/disclaimer: I am very Southern, y'all. I grew up on stories of voodoo and witches and whatnot. It's just something that you learn in certain places. Hoodoo/voodoo/vodun as a spiritual practice is a mulitfaceted and beautiful religion, and it really deserves more respect than it's given. I don't talk about it in detail, but I do mention it here alongside a few practitioners of folk medicine. I'm not equating them in any way. Just noting that pockets of different practices exist in the region.

“Have her drink at least half a cup of this twice a day. A whole cup would be better, but it can be bitter, so I understand if she can’t get it all down. You can sweeten it with some of Prissy’s honey if you need. But a few days of drinking this tea and she should feel right as rain by the farmer’s market.”

Solomon watches as Delphi hands over the packet of tea to the butcher, placing it delicately in his large hand with a smile. He’d watched her muttering an incantation over the leaves as she scooped them into the small bag, then discreetly waving her left hand over the bag after she’d tied it closed. Of course, a normal human butcher wouldn’t notice. Her movements were expertly disguised. But Solomon noticed.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he hisses as they turn to go, relying on the bell above the door to conceal his words.

His apprentice rolls her eyes at him, whispering, “It’s just a simple healing spell. It’ll chip away at the flu over the next few days and she should feel better by Friday.”

“You can’t just do that,” Solomon scolds as they continue walking. “You can’t just give out healing magic to whoever you feel like, whenever you feel like!”

Delphi rounds on him, lips curled in a vicious snarl and her eyes sparking green. “You lost any right to tell me what I can and can’t do the minute you lied to me about why you were taking me back to the Devildom last time, Solomon. I am here to learn magic from you and nothing more. If you can’t teach me, then I’ll find someone else.”

Solomon can only bite his tongue. She’s right. He took her back under false pretenses and put her through absolute hell as a result. But just handing out magic with no regard for whose hands it could end up in? It could spell disaster.

He sighs, “Delphi, I don’t think you understand—”

“No, Solomon, I don’t think you understand,” his apprentice interrupts, her foot tapping. “We’re in the South. This is the land of Hoodoo, wise-women, and faith healers. If the local weird girl gives you some tea and tells you it’s gonna help your kid get over the flu, you’re gonna believe her to some extent. It’s ingrained in us. You’ll notice we didn’t pay for the chicken bones?”

Solomon’s eyes widen at the realization that, no, they actually hadn’t paid for the bones. He opens his mouth to ask about it, but Delphi holds up her hand to shush him.

“It was his way of paying me for the tea,” she explains. “I didn’t expect anything in return, but it’s a custom. Do you really not know how this works? You’ve been around a hell of a lot longer than me.”

“I don’t spend much time in the American South,” Solomon grits out from behind clenched teeth. “I cut you entirely too much slack as my apprentice, you know that, right?”

Delphi frowns, one unimpressed eyebrow raised. “No, I don’t know that, master. But I’m sure you’re going to explain it to me when we get back.”

Taglist: @sassykattery @leavesandflowers @sparkbeast20 @kyungjoon-do

[californianedgeworth]

young love (and young loathing)

a comic I thought was funny and sketched out a little over a year ago and finally got around to cleaning up and posting lol

[stupidpercy]

They are beans now. It is their fate

[cintipede]

THE VESTIGIAL LIMB OF DISCO!

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

pure fluff, fem reader, not proofread, katsuki really likes the way you smell, talks of marriage, katsuki being an absolute demon, biting bc is it rlly a cash fic if it doesn’t involve katsuki biting us ? lemme know if i missed sum else <3

a.n.: ..so this came to me in the middle of the night and i had to write it down before i forgot about it…please do not perceive me🫶🏾

katsuki keeps sniffing at your wrist.

for some reason, he keeps bringing your palm towards his face and you imagined he’d kiss it if he was feeling a little sweeter than usual or he’d bite your finger if he was feeling like a little shit.

imagine your surprise when instead, he just sniffs you and goes right back to watching tv.

he does it for the fifth time in the span of a few seconds and you turn your head that was smooshed into his chest staring at the tv to stare at him with a brow raised.

“katsuki.” he only grunts in response, nose pressed to your pulse point. a deep, grumbled noise comes from the deepest part of his chest when you try to pull your arm out of his grip.

“quit squirmin’. ”

“katsuki !” you squeal, giggling. katsuki grunts into your skin, pulling your hand closer to his face.

“what’re you doing ?” you chirp.

“ya smell like somethin’” is all he offers you for a response, your lip pulls up in confusion. you tilt your head.

“like what ?”

“i dunno, s’like—” he cuts himself off, pulls your hand away from his face to stare up at the ceiling in thought, only to bring it back to his nose.

you can’t help laughing at his behavior “ like what ?” you urge.

“different.” he settles “this some new perfume or somethin’ ?” he asks seriously, lifting himself up so he can sit up against the couch cushion and you follow, no longer laying but sitting up in his lap.

“not really, it’s this new body wash i found at the mall !” katsuki grunts in acknowledgment “was walking around with a friend and she recommended it to me, so i figured i’d give it a shot.” you explain.

“smells good right ?” you ask excitedly. katsuki damn near growls at your wrist, then he drops it and stuffs his head into your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you tightly like he’s trying to squeeze you to death, pulling you closer to him.

“so fuckin’ good.” he rumbles, the way his voice deepens has shivers going down your spine and has you impossibly giddy.

“what soap is that ? need ta stock up on it.”

you roll your eyes “so you can steal it from me ? no thank you.”

“m’ your boyfriend, you’re s’posed to share with me. what’s that saying? what’s yours is mine and what’s mine is yours ?” his voice is smushed against the fabric of your clothes because he can’t stay away from your skin for more than three seconds, going back for whiffs like an addict. you wrap your arms around him with a snort.

“isn’t that saying usually for married couples ? we’re not married.”

“yet.”

your heartbeat quickens and you feel your skin prickle and go hot at how casually he uttered the word. you play around with the hairs on his nape.

“..yet” you utter quietly. his nose is pressed against your addams apple, deeming it his new favorite spot to sniff at you like a dog. “so until then, my secret stays with me.”

“tch, stingy woman.” he scoffs “might have to marry you sooner than i thought.” he smirks.

you move to shove your head into his shoulder in embarrassment and he straight up laughs, the asshole. you’d be angry if you weren’t as in love with him as you were in this very moment.

“oi, i told you to quit squirming.” he jests.

“katsukiii !” you whine. he only chuckles, greatly enjoying the way he’s tormenting you.

“what ?” he snorts, his nose is pressed to your shoulder “don’t act brand new, you knew i was gonna marry you.”

“this is bullying.” he barks out a loud laugh at your flustered response.

“me puttin’ a ring on that fuckin—” he grabs your hand again and presses his lips to your ring finger “divine smellin’ finger of yours is bullying ?” he chuckles.

“you’re so weird.” you can’t help the smile that grows against his shoulder and he feels it too, the smirk against your finger only grows.

“right back atcha.” he snickers, then bites into your shoulder like he’s trying to take a chunk out of you.

“ouch ! katsuki !” you yelp, smacking his back lightly, all he does is snicker like the evil motherfucker he is.

“sorry, baby.” he apologizes but you can hear in the teasing lilt in his voice he regrets absolutely nothing “ ya smell so good i couldn’t help it.”

a.n. : i actually don’t know if that saying is usually for married couples but pls ignore it for plot sake thx 🤞🏽💓

[macbethz]

Ruby's instagram post after her very normal trip to wales

[disgustinggf]

sorry boss i can't come to work today i'm down with the tired sleepy

[pseudophan]

ahh yes, the christmas season. the time when most content creators take a step back, log off for a bit, let themselves breathe from the constant pressure of social media. that is except danisnotonfire, who when faced with a handful of days away from his coworker effectively doubles his tweet count for the whole year. never change

[chalkrub]

strange fellas

[icys-junkyard]

i apologize for putting Ingo into the hands of this creechur, but i greatly enjoy giving Giratina "pet with something it shouldnt have in its mouth" energy

bonus:

[cozylittleartblog]

character practice doodle i really liked! he is looking in a mirror.

[go-see-a-starwar]

[tallgh0st]

[p0ndsk8ter]

merry-go-round!!

V models a merry-go-round cause I'm going to a amusement park today. Mirage would count as a V model right?

Ignore the stretched out horses, i rlly didn't wanna draw perspective at like 7 in the morning (>_<)> You also cant see the fingers on V2's knuckleblaster cause i accidently made the background the same shade of gray, sorry!!

[vifilms]

Abby and reader getting into an argument where they both know r is right but Abby is just being so goddamn stubborn ohmygod. So r just ups and flashes Abby with their tits to shut her up. Abby stutters and slowly loses her resolve until she finally shortcircuits

❛ THE PRETTY GIRL BEHIND THE BAR. ❜

♱

†⠀warnings y disclaimers — eighteen+, dom!reader, sub!abby, poc!friendly, jealous!abby, soft nsfw, stubborn!abby.

Abby never should have been flirting with the bartender. She knows it just as well as you do. You had every right to be upset. Abby was your girl, not anyone else's, and she just let it happen. Right in front of you.

It made you sick and God, her dismal of it was even more infuriating. Her stubbornness shining through as you tried to make her see where you were coming from, but it seemed the attention was going right to her head.

"So, what if she was flirting? Why does it matter?" Abby was trying to worm her way out, but you wouldn't let her. Not this time.

"It's one thing to entertain it Abby but c'mon, look with your eyes. You let her feel you up right in front of me. Do you seriously not see how disrespectful that is?”

"She was not all over me and she did not feel me up." Abby defended.

"Really? You're going to play dumb right now? That's the side you want to take. You've got to be kidding me." Clearly, you were frustrated but your words only angered Abby.

"You're calling me dumb right now? For the love of god, she didn't touch me."

"Maybe you didn't notice because you were too caught up in the pretty girl behind the bar but anyone with eyes could see she was all over you." You walked away from her as the two of you walked into your shared apartment as Abby slammed the door behind her.

"She kept touching your arm and you did nothing. She tugged at the end of your braid; you did nothing. Anderson, she was looking at you like you were a piece of meat and you just let her! It was like I was fucking invisible." You were beyond pissed and the smirk on her lips wasn't helping.

Abby was too damn confident for her own good, always putting her foot in her mouth before she even spoke.

"Anderson? Wow. You're really angry, baby." She took a step closer, but you took two steps back.

"Don't 'baby' me. Are you being serious right now?"

You couldn’t believe her. She had the nerve to stand there, beautiful as can be, with a smile you would kill for but right now? You wanted nothing more than to deck her in the face. Abby always did this, and it pissed you off to no fucking end. Abby always had to let you know how wanted she is and how lucky you were to have her. It truly was nauseating.

“Just admit it, Anderson. She fucking touched you and you let her.” You threw it back at her, tired of this back and forth.

“If you call me Anderson one more time, I swear to god.”

“You’ll what? Flirt with someone else in front of me?” You stepped forward, cocking your head to the side. “I have to say, the more you do it, it might just lose it’s impact.”

“Are you sure? You’re pretty wound up right now, baby. Just can’t stand when my attention is elsewhere, can you?” 

You wanted to scream at her, but you couldn’t. Even if the chances of those baby blues welling up into tears were slim, you couldn’t let your anger get the best of you. All of this was intentional. Her pressing, her flirting, her acting like she oblivious to it. Abby wanted a reaction out of you. Boy, was she getting one. Still, you didn’t want to do anything to upset her, even if it seemed she was trying to do the opposite for you.

If she wanted to play with fire, so be it. You’d just have to cool her off enough so you could have a conversation about this without her cocky persona jumping in at any given moment.

The smirk dropped from her Abby’s face as soon as her brain registered what you were doing. Carefully, nimble fingers were unbuttoning the vest top you had on. You’d worn it just for her too. Abby loves the way it makes your breasts look, cleavage busting at the top. It usually would make her insatiable, but no. Tonight, she decided to keep her attention elsewhere.

You would make her pay for it.

“What are you doing?” Her breath hitches, and you try to smirk but you’re failing just as she was before.

“What does it look like I’m doing?”

“W-We’re fighting now, right?” Abby was so unsure of herself. Part of her believed she was imagining this. You slowly taking off your top, and God you weren’t wearing a bra either.

You really were trying to kill her, Abby thought.

“Yep, you’re really pissing me off, Anderson.”

“T-them, uh, why- oh fuck.” Abby tried to speak but it trailed off to a curse as you tossed your top onto the back of couch and made your way right to her.

“Why don’t you tell me exactly why your attention was elsewhere?” Your perky tits on display for her was torture, because she knew if she tried to touch you, her hand would be smacked immediately.

“C’mon, don’t be shy Anderson. Tell how much of a crazy fucking girlfriend I am. Go on. Fucking speak.” You demanded from her, but the blonde still found herself tripping over her words, unable to complete one sentence.

“I-I, um, y-y-you know, fuck, what do you want me to say baby? Please, I’ll do anything. Jus’ want to make it up to you.” Her eyes maintain eye contact with flesh exposed for her enjoyment, or rather yours. You liked doing this to her. Flipping the dominate switch to submissive and watching her crumble.

Abby knew it would be more than worth it once you had the harness and strap on, fucking her so dumb. Her pussy fluttered at the thought of it. She wanted you to stretch her out – turn her into your little fuck toy. You liked it, loved it even. Tearing apart someone so strong, until she was putty in your hands and begging for it.

It’s what she deserved after pulling the little stunt today.

She needed to be put in her place and you were more than happy to oblige.

“For starters, stop looking at my tits and look in my eyes.” Abby obeyed you, anticipating your next move.

“Now, be a good girl. Go upstairs, strip for me. I want you naked on the bed, and Mommy will be up there to remind you exactly who you belong to.” You slapped her ass as she moved hastily up the steps leading into your bedroom.

Let’s just say, Abby was in the for a long night.

[astrateiaa]

Have some Anthys from an animatic I���m working on :D