#char: althea

[blood-teeth]

6/18/24

hello hello :3

it's been a big week of writing (and suffering) but i feel like i've managed to get a lot done!

some general house keeping items:

i posted yesterday about my friend matt and the struggles he is currently facing in a hostile and abusive environment. please, please donate if you can!

the raffle for palestine is still ongoing for the next few days, if you haven't gotten aa chance to donate yet, please visit this link to learn more about the rules and ticket submissions!!

i was able to submit a little something something to the Neo-Twiny Jam!! I still am planning on submitting something for the 2024 anti-romance jam as well

okay i think that's it for gen. housing keeping??

for TMOE:

i released chapter 2 last week!! There's about ~7k words in the game total as of now, and as the game goes on, the word count for each chapter will rise with it. i've been getting some really good feedback about the game so far, so thank you everybody for your support. you guys and this community mean the world to me <333333333333

reality comes crashing down on me next week (i start my new job and my summer classes start) but i'm hopeful to get some more writing and coding done before then.

for a sneak peek, look below!

alt text: Althea turns back to you, bottom lip in her mouth, expression nearly unreadable but still undeniably nasty. “I see that you are busy,” she says, spreading her hands wide, “still in your pajamas—it is very nearly noon now, you know.” 

[eupheme]

— sugar, sugar

[part ii] | [part iii] | [masterlist]

wolverine/logan howlett x neighbor!f!reader

rated e - 6.5k

tags: asshole friend!wade, (sorta soft) roommate!logan, baker!neighbor!reader, flirting, mutual yearning, immature humor, a reference to while you were sleeping, wingman!wade and the worse way to meet someone, light angst, oral sex, swallowing, fingering, v. light ass play, unprotected PiV, appearance of The Claws, what’s a refractory period, sorta audible voyeurism (brief/humorous)

a/n: includes spoilers for deadpool & wolverine (which omg I loved - what was your fave cameo?)

Your eccentric neighbor Wade may drive you a little up the wall… but, you’re willing to put up with him if it means he’ll introduce you to his new, grumpy-looking roommate.

“You gonna introduce me?”

You’ve cornered Wade in the apartment’s laundry room - the door to the front-loading washer hanging open as he holds a bundle of red fabric up to his chest.

“You think this will wash out?” 

The suit in question looks like it had been run over by a truck and then set on fire, with the rips criss-crossed in the leather and the numerous charred holes scattered across the chest.

“Definitely.” Your eyes flicker down, and then back up, “So, will you?”

He bundles the suit up - flinging into the back of the washer, the laundry basket still tucked under an arm.

“Really? Not even ‘hello, Wade’? ‘Looking good, Wade’?” His voice pitches up, imitating yours, “Does our friendship really mean nothing to you?”

You wouldn’t necessarily call Wade Wilson a friend.

In fact, he’s honestly the worst neighbor you’ve ever had. 

Loud, obnoxious. Persuasive - the first night you met you had been banging on his door at three in the morning, yelling at him to shut up as music and a caterwauling voice blared through the shared wall.

Ten minutes later you were playing the drums on his late night session of Rock Band, using a banana and a wooden spoon in place of sticks. Only for Althea to stomp out of her room and shut everything down, scaring both of you out of your skins.  

But sometimes, you think - remembering the times he came through for you, a shoulder to cry on, helping him this slump he’s been digging himself out of - he might just be the best, as well.

And maybe that was friendship, after all. 

You sigh, leaning against the row of washers. Eyes flicking over him, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“You do look good, Wade,” There’s a tilt of your head, the smile widening, “Glad you lost the toupee, that really wasn’t your color.”

“Ah, ah. Repurposed,” He chides, cupping his crotch, “You wouldn’t believe how much I’ve missed-”

“Ew, stop.” Your face scrunches, a hand covering your eyes as you shield your vision, “Will you please just answer my question?”

He throws a handful of shirts in the washer, “Which was...?”

Your head shakes - a hand on his arm as you reach for a glint of gold in the pile of clothes. Cringing as a handgun appears, held gingerly between thumb and forefinger as you set it on the side table.

“Good call,” He nods, “Dry clean only.”

You can't help a laugh then, even as your hands brace on your hips, “I want to meet your roommate.”

He frowns, “You’ve met Blind Al.”

“Jesus, Wade. Not Al." A hand waves, " I mean Mister Tall, Dark, and Brooding.”

You’ve seen the stranger in the hallways a few times in the month since he’s moved in. Scruffy and scowling the first time, a silent shadow behind Wade’s endless chatter. 

But in the weeks following, that look had softened. You’d stopped by twice with cookies to welcome him, but every time you’ve just gotten Al.

Not that you dislike Al, that’s not it at all. She’s sweet enough to you when it’s not 3 a.m. or if Wade doesn’t have her annoyed half to death.

But you certainly weren’t harboring a crush on her. Maybe even secretly hoping that maybe the new neighbor will get a little lost and end up at your door, instead of his new place.  

“Ooh,” The syllables draw out - detergent flung in, before he’s leaning against the washer too, facing you. “Yeah, Logan. He's great, got a mean ‘Hugh Jackman’ vibe, just without the singing. You’d like him.”

Something like hope flutters in your belly, but then he’s raising a finger - wiggling it at you, “Just one question though. What’s in it for me?”

That has you scowling, “What do you mean? You owe me. I covered for you when you had that barqueue in the stairwell.”

“God, that was great sausage.” Wade groans, thinking back, “Mmm, but I think Peter covered for me.”

“Who do you think got Peter?”

“Well, I don’t remember seeing you.” He shrugs.

“I was right-,” You pinch the bridge of your nose between thumb and forefinger, a sharp exhale of breath, “Fine. If you do this for me, I’ll do that thing you keep asking me to do.”

Wade gasps gleefully, “You mean you’ll make the triple decker-”

“-chocolate caramel cheesecake chimichangas. Yes.” You finish with him, arms crossing over your chest, “You’re lucky you heal fast because that should put you right into a food coma.”

“Right. Lucky me,” He smirks. A second as he thinks, before he snaps his fingers, “I’m having a little get-together tonight! You should come. Was gonna invite you anyway.”

The pounding in your head ratchets up at the thought that all this could’ve been avoided.

“Logan sleeps on the couch, though,” He adds, sagely, “So just letting you know that if the two of you decide to get your fuck on in my bed, according to the state of New York I am legally allowed to join you.”

“Thanks for the warning,” You grimace - even if you’re certain that cannot possibly be true, “But I do have my own apartment.”

“Oh, right.” There’s the faintest edge of disappointment in his tone, paired with a sigh.

You give him a sideways look, then.

“I saw Vanessa leaving yesterday. Things getting better?”

He sobers at that, eyes moving towards the sliver of a window. The glimpse of the street outside.

“Yeah.” Wade manages, “Yeah, I think so.”

There had once been a flicker of something. In-between your annoyance and exasperation, there were tendrils of tenderness. Long snuffed out, when you had seen just how banged up his heart was. How it’s always belonged to another. 

You had gotten over it. Gotten to a place where seeing him now, like this, makes you smile.

“I’m really glad to hear that.” 

He smiles, then.

“Thanks. Me too.”

“Hey, hold on.” Wade darts in front of his roommate, a leg kicked up high to block the doorway, “Where are you going? You can’t go out.”

Logan scowls, an arm already shoved into his leather jacket, “Sure I can.”

The blow against his shoulder might move a lesser man, but Wade’s fingers just grip the frame even tighter, “But I promised-, I got a friend that wants to meet you. There is some really important shit at stake here. I can’t let you go.”

An eyebrow cocks, “Can’t? I think we both know how that would go if you tried to stop me.”

It would be easy to get into this right here and now, but his suit is still in the dryer and he’s not about to spend another hour cleaning up blood.

“Wait, wait, wait,” He throws a hand up, “Aren’t you listening to me? A girl wants to meet you. She’s hot, she has a job, and she has an apartment. You’re only one outta three there. Can’t you see what a good opportunity this is? This is totally in your favor!”

Logan scoffs, his tongue tucking against his teeth. Hesitating for just a second, but it's enough that Wade knows he’s got him.

“I’ve met your friends,” He eventually acknowledges, “They’re good folk and all, but there isn’t anyone there I’d like to ‘get to know better’, yeah?”

“You haven’t met this one. She lives next door.”

The pause stretches longer this time. Dark eyes dart out into the hallway, and Wade can practically hear those rusted gears turning.

“Apartment 16 or 18?” Logan finally rasps, his arms crossing. 

Oh, he’s definitely got him. Just call him Wade Wilson, New York’s own personal Cupid. New life goal - get his friends laid. 

He nocks a mental arrow - aiming, and then firing with his answer. 

“18.” 

Another beat passes, and then a sigh. 

“Alright.” The leather sleeve slips from his arm, drooping in his fist.

“Five minutes. That’s all I’m staying.”

Wade’s fist pumps. 

Bullseye, motherfucker. 

The apartment is packed and it’s been well past the allotted five minutes. Logan’s been nursing a beer for the last fifteen, eyes flicking over the people he’s grown to know well.

Offering a tight, half-smile when the big man claps him on the back, followed by Opposites Attract. Almost tempted to find that damn dog, just to have something to do. 

Or maybe, just bail all-together.

Starting to think this was all an elaborate prank. Some fucked up aspect of this Earth, unknown to him until now.

He’s too old for this shit. If he heads for the bedroom now, he might make it out the fire escape before anyone notices.

Logan is still entertaining this new thread of thought until he hears his name - called out over whatever fuck-face bullshit boy-band music Wade’s been playing. 

Ambiance, his ass.

The muscles of his crossed arms flex. Catching the way his roommate hauls a girl across the floor - the look of panic on her face as she tosses a container onto the nearest surface.

Wade hadn’t been lying, after all. It was Apartment 18 - that was about as much as he knew about you.

Other than the color of your eyes. The smell of your perfume in the hall. Your hair, your schedule - waking in the mornings to hear your door opening at 5 a.m., five days a week.

A baker. A damn good one, from the bits of cookie he’s snuck when no one was home. 

Had never thought to introduce himself, because he’s been through all this before. Knows better than to reach out in the first place - still nursing the old wound of heartache, one that still flares to life in his chest.

Better not to hope, or even think, at all. 

You stumble when he lets go, and Logan’s hands only curl tighter. Afraid to touch, now that you’re so close. 

A pretty young thing compared to him. This was a fucking stupid idea, his eyes darting away as Wade claps, his hands spreading wide. 

“Logan,” Wade’s tone is cordial, as if discussing the weather, “This is our neighbor, Sugar. She bakes a mean penis cake and likes emotionally unavailable men.”

A dejected sigh as he regards you, “Which is why it’s never worked out between us. I am just too available.”

Penis cake?

Logan shoots you a sideways look, an eyebrow cocked. Caught off guard by this unexpected intro, and it seems you are the same - gauging by the way your mouth drops open. 

Your face swimming with regret, as you hiss, “Oh my god. Wade. It was one time. Why do you have to put it like that?”

Wade’s smile widens, his tone still innocent, “Just skipping over the ‘getting-to-know-you’s, so you can know if you’re compatible.”

Already pivoting to face Logan with a little wink, his own scowl already deepening. Something like nerves flickering to life - as he wonders if this will all be over before it ever begins.

“And this is Logan. He’s from another Earth, is two-hundred years old, and has a metal dong.”

Jesus Christ. 

Logan’s teeth grit, before he snarls, “It’s not made of metal-”

Out of the corner of his eye, catches the curious dip of your gaze. Past the folded twist of his arms, the flannel, down to his thick belt buckle.

A knock rings out then, interrupting him from any further clarification.

“Ooh! Door,” Wade thumbs over his shoulder, “Go on now, we’ve got some good energy going here. Sugar and spice, I love it.”

A spin on his heel, and he’s leaving them alone. Silence a lingering companion for a long moment, before Logan turns.

“Nice to meet you.” He seethes, jaw working as he shoots daggers at Wade’s back. A hand extended - he’d manage that much at least.

Waiting for you to make an excuse and run, but all you do is fit your hand into his. Soft and strong and a near perfect fit.

Logan doesn’t touch people much anymore unless it’s a hand around a throat, or claws buried deep into a chest. Had almost forgotten what it was like, even if this meeting is close to his own personal version of hell.

“Nice to finally meet you, too.” Your smile is wry. Hands still clasped a moment longer, until he’s withdrawing. 

Your hands shove into your back pockets. The tilt of a head as you regard him, and he lets his eyes meet yours. 

They’re pretty, like the rest of you. Captivating even, if he could use such a word, and Wade’s words ring out in his head. 

She wants to meet you.

He’s wondering if that’s still true. Maybe you’re wondering the same, with the way you look at him. 

“So,” You begin, awkwardly - another unconscious flick of your eyes,“How does-”

“Uh-uh.” Logan’s head shakes. He’s picked up a couple things living with Wade. Never used to be a bargaining man, but he has to admit it has its uses. 

“If you wanna know, you gotta go first.” 

He hates you.

He must, with the way he’s scowling. Thighs spread wide as he sits on the couch you had gestured to, fingers in a vice grip around the bottle. No doubt plotting a dozen ways to ditch you the second he can.

Who wouldn’t, with a meeting like this? You could kill Wade, cheeks burning as you sink into the worn cushions next to him.

That is, until your knee knocks against his. The muscles in his thigh flexing - but Logan lets it rest, instead of pulling away. 

“You gonna-?” His voice is gruff, a low rasp that makes goosebumps raise across your skin. 

“Uh, sure.” Your fingers twist, “Which part did you want to hear about?”

His eyebrows lift. Those dark eyes beneath, almost a hint of amusement in them.

“Right,” The little laugh that bubbles from you is self-conscious, “Well, I don’t really like emotionally unavailable men, they just have a habit of finding me.”

His voice is low, “How would Wade know that?”

“Mm, how would he know about your-?” Your eyes flicker down for the third time, and he shifts. 

“You first.”

“Alright.” You huff, but you’re smiling now. Some of your discomfort easing. 

Logan is even more handsome than you had thought. You like the way his eyes dart away, only to come back and linger. 

It’s starting to make you think that maybe it’s not dislike that has so much of him hidden away. Maybe it’s just been a long time since someone tried to peel any of him back. 

Maybe he’s as nervous as you are.

“Well, he’s had to scare an ex or two away.” You shrug, “He only knows because I told him. And the cake, oh-, that was him, too.”

You turn then, to face him. A shoulder brushing the arm he has thrown across the back of the couch, a flicker in his eyes as you get comfortable beside him.

“Well, Wade had gotten ripped in half a couple years ago,” You nose wrinkles, a wave of your hand, “And it all like, has to grow back, right? It’s so creepy.”

Logan grimaces at your explanation, and you wonder if he understands. You think he must - you had thought he was like Wade, in some ways. 

Different. Special.

“Well, he uh, finished growing everything in,” You make a sweeping gesture over your lower half, “And the next year to celebrate his dickiversary, he ordered a penis cake from my shop.”

“His… dickiversary.” Logan repeats slowly.

The heat is back in your cheeks, but you nod, “Yeah, because it like, it came back and all. And he paid in cash, I couldn’t say no.”

There’s the smallest twitch of Logan’s lips, and it feels like a victory.

“Right. What flavor was it?”

Your smile widens with relief, “Strawberries and cream. It was so good. I’ll have to make it for you sometime.”

A second before you cringe, adding, “I mean, a normal one. Not…”

He hums then, close to a laugh.  

“Sure. You do that.”

You smile, letting your shoulder bump his, “And with that… I think it’s your turn.”

The bit of humor in his expression flattens. A searching look thrown your way, before he inhales a breath.

Setting it free. 

“I’m a mutant.”

Logan waits there, as if expecting something. You only nod, thinking of the ones you know. Colossus, Ellie, Yukio, Domino. Wade. 

“Wade said you were similar to him. I had assumed-” You encourage, waiting.

“Right,” He seems relieved, some of the tension ebbing, “My powers are regenerative, like his. But unlike him, I have these-”

There’s the jerk of his wrist, and three sharp metal claws sprout from between his knuckles. Your gasp is caught in your throat as you cling to his flannel shirt - the surprise bleeding into worry. 

They glint in the light, as his fingers flex. 

“Adamantium instead of bones. All of me is like this.”

The claws sheath themselves inside him again. His wounds smoothing over seconds later, as he scrubs his knuckles across his jeans, wiping away blood. 

Offering out his hand, after. Letting your grip unwind from his shirt, and press against his skin instead. Feeling the tendons in his hand, his wrist. The skeleton beneath utterly unyielding, a weight to his limb that is so unlike your own.

“Metal…” You trail off, as pieces click into place, “I get it now. So does Wade really think there’s like, an actual bone-?”

Logan huffs again, “Guess so.”

You laugh then. A thought sobering you after, as a fingertip drifts up to the dip between his fingers. 

“But doesn’t that hurt?” 

It makes you wince to even think about it. Much less how casually they sprung from him, no different than breathing. 

He shrugs, and it’s heartbreaking.

“Doesn’t even phase me anymore.”

“And, the two hundred years,” Another facet you put together out loud, “You’re still alive because you keep healing? Will it be that way forever?”

His hand flexes in your grip.

“Not forever. Apparently my powers will run out, at some point.” His eyes meet yours, “The Logan in this world is dead. Wade pulled me from another.”

Your brow furrows - always trying to keep up with the snippets that Wade has told you across the years - stories about time-traveling and mutants and even how he came to be. But this seems too deep. Surely Logan must be joking.

“Another world, huh?” You ask, head tilting - trying your best to roll with it, “Won’t they miss you in yours?”

Only now does his face falter. That sharp mask cracking, as his hand pulls from yours. Resting again on the back edge of the couch - his answer low and rough. 

“No. I don’t think so.”

Another jolt racks through your heart. You don’t know him know him yet, but you already can’t believe that could possibly be true. Your fingers fan out, hovering - before it folds into a fist.

“Well then, I’m glad you’re here.”

He doesn’t reply. 

The room is darker now, dim with the setting of the sun. Street lights outside pouring in a golden beam that cuts across his face. 

His eyes are hazel, you can see that now. A fading rim of green spilling into the brown, beneath the near-permanent furrow of his eyebrows. 

Yours caught in the glow of the flamingo string lights that curl out from the kitchen, stapled to the walls.

He breaks the silence, the words coming slowly. 

“Let me ask you one more thing.” 

“Sure. You know some of my worst secrets already.” You smile, a shoulder lifting.

His hand twitches, where it rests near your shoulder. The tip of a finger ghosting against skin.

Just the slightest brush but it feels like it radiates out, lingering after.

“Why’d you tell Wade you wanted to meet me?” 

His voice is still low, rough. But it’s lost that sharp edge. The combination has your stomach tied up in knots, suddenly more nervous that you’ve been the whole night.

Surely he must know? 

“Well…” You hedge. It’s your turn to look away, but then there’s the brush of his fingers again.

“Because I did want to meet you.” You admit, “You, you seemed like someone I wanted to get to know. In whatever capacity you’d like.”

“Is that right, Sugar?” Logan husks, and the nickname sounds even sweeter on his tongue, stealing your breath.

All you can do is nod, as his eyes darken. 

Voices rise behind you, ripping you out of this little bubble you’ve found yourself in. Nearly forgetting just how many people are here, how many eyes have been glancing your way since you’ve arrived.

“Not strip poker Wade, please.” The rough rumbling plea of Colossus’s voice rings out above the others, “You never wear anything under the suit-”

You didn’t even realize when he had changed, but he had - patches of bare skin on his ass showing through the holes. Your nose scrunches, before you turn back to realize that Logan’s eyes are still on you.

Dropping when your tongue peeks out to wet your lips - your words coming out in a soft hush. 

“You want to get out of here?”

You want him. You can only hope that he might just want you, too.

The corner of his lip twitches.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

It’s strange to have someone like Logan in your space. You can remember the last time you’ve wanted someone here.

His fingers still entwined with yours, from where you had reached back for him. Leading him through the dim corners of the room.

Thinking you had made it, only for the rousing cheers to rise when you had cracked the door open to slip through.

His grip tightening when you made to tug your hand free, in an urge to press it against burning cheeks. Letting you fumble with one hand, to open the lock next door.

It’s quieter here. A low echo of the music next door, as the darkness wraps around you again.

Here, his fingers move, but it’s only to skim up your wrist. To tug you between him and the front door, until your back presses against it. 

His nose brushes yours as he steps into your space, your lips already parting. Holding himself there for a moment, inhaling the scent of you as his arm braces above your head.

Leaving you to be the one that closes the gap. The tilt of your head and the press of your lips against his.

A rough hum when your arms wrap around his neck, fingers buried in his hair. His hand gripping at your waist, pulling your hips against his.

Tugging and pushing. A messy path from the front door through the small living room - a mirror-image of the apartment next door.

Through to the bedroom, wandering hands and the brush of his tongue against yours as he deepens the needy kiss. Until his knees are hitting the edge of your bed, and he’s letting you nudge him back onto the mattress.

He brings you with him - your hips cradling his as you settle yourself astride him. Hands flatten against his chest as you rock down - drawing a rough, mumbled “fuck”.

Grinding yourself down where he’s hard, the curve of his cock straining against his jeans. Letting your hands follow, as his own cup your ass. Squeezing, before slipping to press the heel of his hand against the seam at your clit.

You moan into his mouth, as your fingers curl around him. Eyes blown wide when you pull back, scooting your hips down. 

It’s here that he comes back to himself. 

Going tense as you fit yourself between his thighs, fingers at this belt as the other still cups him.

“You shouldn’t want this.” He rasps, those eyes glinting in the dark, “A man like me. You know that, right?”

Propping himself up on an elbow, so he can see your expression. So you can see the way his jaw grits, nostrils flaring. 

It’s a warning, wrapped up in silk. A last ditch effort to scare you away - knowing that once he has you, he won’t want to stop.

Your fingers slow - his zipper half-undone, baring skin and a dark shadow of hair beneath. 

The other pulling away, “You want me to stop?” 

He catches your wrist, jerking your hand back. His hips bucking into your palm, grinding himself into your touch. 

“The last thing I want to fucking do is stop.” It’s almost a growl, “But on my Earth, I-”

You sigh then, impatient, “Logan, this Earth isn’t all that great either. I lost five years of my life to the blip.”

He frowns, not understanding - but your head shakes as you continue, “I’m tired of being too scared to take chances. I’ve been trying to live each day to the fullest, and I’d like to end this one with you.”

And out of everyone - Logan knows a little something about second chances.

“Yeah,” He manages - the grip of his fist leaves you, “Yeah, okay.��

"Thank you,” You answer primly, just as you finish yanking the zipper down. 

His hand beats you in the race to ease himself out, fingers curling around the base. You can’t help it - you inhale a breath at the sight of him.

Heavy, with the way the flushed tip bobs in his grip. Thick enough that you’re already wondering if you’re going to be able to take him. 

The huff he makes turns into a groan as you start small - engulfing the leaking head with your lips. The first inch turns into another as his hips lift, feeding his cock into your waiting mouth. 

Only when he’s halfway inside you, bumping against your throat, does his hand drop. Letting you replace it with your own - squeezing, as drool slicks up his shaft. Your head bobbing in time with the twist of your fist.

That brief hesitance is quickly forgotten. Fingers brush at your cheek, curling around the base of your head as he guides you.

Leaving you eager for more. Another hissed groan when your mouth leaves him, your hand loosening as you strip your clothes away.

“Oh fuck yes,” He coaxes, when he realizes what you’re doing, “Let me see you, baby.” 

Your shirt and pants left to pool on the floor. A second of boldness as you unclasp your bra next, leaving you in your panties as you focus on his cock again. 

A bitten-back moan when your tongue slips across his swollen shaft - an low throb between your thighs as you rub them together, clenching around nothing. Resisting the urge to slip your hand beneath the hem to ease the ache. 

Instead, your keep your hands on him. Goosebumps raising as your nails scratch against the deep v of muscle at his hips. The others working him into your mouth, as he slowly comes more undone. 

His hips flex with each bob of your head, lips parted as he pants. The words a rough mumble, becoming almost desperate. 

“That’s it sweetheart.”

Another moan when you take him deep, hollowing your cheeks as you suck, “Oh fuck, gonna fill that pretty mouth.”

His hand cups your jaw, holding you steady as he bucks into your mouth. Those dark eyes fixed on you in wonder, all that pretty skin bared for him to touch, to taste. He’s mesmerizing like this - the weight of gaze. Jaw slack with pleasure, eyes aflame.

You did this to him. 

It sends something warm flooding through you, as his eyelashes flutter. The tipping back of his head, muscles ticking in his cheek as his teeth ground down. 

A sound still slips between them, as he floods your mouth with the next flex of his hips. Pulsing between your lips as you swallow him down, a choked sound ripping from his chest when you cup his sack to gently squeeze out every last drop. 

Logan melts into the mattress after, an arm thrown over his eyes as he catches his breath. His gaze focusing on you when he feels you squirm - dark, and hungry.

A lithe stretch of muscles as he moves - legs easing from beneath you. 

“Hands and knees,” He commands, head tipping towards the bed next to him, as he rolls off. Kicking off his jeans as you listen, watching over a shoulder as the flannel and white tank underneath joins your clothes on the floor.

Your eyes widen at how toned he is - muscles rippling, the bed dipping as he fits himself behind you.

His broad hand at the small of your back, pushing your torso down against the mattress. A pleased hum then, fingers trailing just along the elastic edge of your underwear.

“Could smell how much she needed this.” The tips of two press against the damp fabric between your thighs, making you gasp, “Even next door. You want it that bad?”

It should be embarrassing that he could tell how much you desired him, but at the moment all you can think about is him touching you more.

“Yes,” You agree, “Please, Logan.”

“So fuckin’ polite,” The fingers withdraw; but only so his nose can replace them. A ragged inhale, just before his tongue drags against your clothed slit.

A groan against your skin as you cry out, before a finger hooks around the fabric, baring you for him to taste.

The heat of his tongue flattens against you - lapping at where you drip with need, a rough rumble in his chest. 

“Sweet, too.” Another flick of his tongue, “Your name. ‘s fitting.”

You can’t manage words. Only his name, muffled against the sheets as your fists twist in them. Back arched as you resist the urge to grind yourself against his tongue, as it flicks against your clit.

It’s messy, how he eats you. You don’t think you’ve even had someone take you like this. Hungry, desperate even, as he devours you. The rumble of a groan against your cunt as his tongue delves inside you, stretching you open. Letting your slick smear into his beard, with how close he presses his mouth.

That need inside you thrumming. Winding tighter as he yanks your panties down your thighs. His palm flattening against your ass, holding you open as he licks you from clit to hole, then higher. Humming as you squeak, when his tongue flattens against your tight rim. 

A thick finger nudging against you then, as his tongue dips back to your clit. There’s no resistance as it slips deeper, into slick walls that clamp down around him.  It’s what you needed - that little bit more.

Unable to help rocking into the crook of his finger now. Whining when a second joins it, spearing deep and curling. Dragging against your walls, loud and wet and filthy with each plunge. 

Your whimpers only grow louder. Needier, as his lips wrap around your clit. Fingers pounding deep, stretching you out. Leaving you babbling, your words slipping together. 

“Don’t fucking stop.” Tears prick at your eyes, each breath a rattling gasp, “Oh my god you’re gonna make me come-”

He has you gushing, with the next flick of his tongue. A pleased groan as he feels your pussy tighten around his fingers, hearing the wail that is muffled into your pillows. That sharp pace slowing, his thumb replacing his tongue to draw your orgasm out until your legs are shaking. 

His fingers sticky when they pull from you, only to slip between his lips - tongue curling around his knuckles, sucking them clean.

It leaves you floating above yourself. You can’t remember ever coming this hard, even by yourself. Only the tintest thread of disappointment as you drift, and it’s only that you won’t get the pleasure of his cock filling you tonight.

You would’ve liked to see what he can do with the rest of him. 

Perhaps you can convince him to stay until morning.

But he moves behind you, instead. His knee pressing against yours, spreading your legs further. The rhythmic shuffle of skin against skin, as his hand slips from between his lips to fist around his cock. 

“Tell me I can fuck you.” It’s not a plea, not with the harsh rasp of his voice. But it’s as close as you’ve heard, as he swipes the tip against your leaking pussy.

Smearing your slick on him, teasing at your waiting hole.

You don’t know how he’s hard again, but at the moment you really don’t care. Not sure if you’ve ever felt a need like this, your back arching further as you present yourself to him. 

A twist of your neck, so your eyes can meet his. 

“Fuck me, Logan.” 

He groans, broad hands squeezing at your ass. Slipping up to sink his fingers into the flesh at your hips. Holding you steady as he lines himself up. 

Your breath held, when you feel his cock start to breach you - muscles stringing tight.

“Relax, sweetheart,” He grits out, though not unkindly, “You can take it.”

Trying to hold himself back from filling you with a single thrust, with the way you’re already gripping him.

Easing himself into your heat. Two inches forward and then one back, and with each one you think you’ll feel the press of his thighs against yours. A low whine as your cunt makes room for him, that sharp stretch as it feels like he’s reaching into your belly.

Feeling full when he finally is flush, the weight of his sack kissing against your clit. His shoulders following the curve of your back, as a hand slips up to plant next to your head.

“Feels fucking incredible,” It’s mumbled against your skin, almost as if it hadn’t meant to say it. 

“Mm,” You grin, your face tipping up to his, “Should’ve met you weeks ago.”

He smirks, a low sound in his throat as his mouth presses to yours. Starting a slow rhythm that drags his cock against your walls. Slipping until he’s halfway out, only to sheath himself again. Pushing the air from your lungs as he flattens himself, knees digging into the bed as your thigh spread wider - forcing him deeper.

It’s almost too much. 

You hand shoots out, reaching. Wrapping around his wrist, nails biting against his skin. 

It feels like he’s surrounding you. Each thrust a heavy weight that presses you into the bed. Splitting you open, until all you can do is squirm beneath him.

That pressure in your belly building again, as his hips pound. His breath, hot and panting in your ear as he chases his own end.

“Fuck, Logan.” You sob, “Harder-”

His tendons flex under your grip. Knuckles pressing flat against the sheets as he makes a rough sound in his throat. 

Those claws unsheathing with his next thrust. Punching down into your mattress. Anchoring as he loses himself to the feel of you beneath him.

How tight and wet and warm you are, your arousal still sweet on his tongue. Fighting the urge to sink his teeth into your throat, as everything tightens up inside him.

“Sweetheart.” It’s a warning, rasped out. 

“Come in me,” You whine, “Wanna feel you.”

He does growl then, at the thought of filling you to the brim, until he's leaking out of your pretty little pussy. Hips snapping faster, pinning you to the bed as he ruts into you. Each squeak of the bed paired with the sharp rip of fabric as his claws dig in. 

Feeling how your body strings tight beneath him, how you clench down in anticipation. Wanting to feel you once more, before he gives in to his own desires.

“Come on, baby,” It’s hushed, murmured against your skin, “Fuckin’ give it to me-”

The sharp point of a canine scraping against your skin, his groan rough and throaty in your ear. 

Your fingers work down to wedge themselves between your thighs. The tips brushing where you’re speared open, before circling your clit like his tongue had.

He has you mindless. Fucked out - that soft glow from your earlier orgasm shining bright as he tips you towards a second.

Burning at that tightly wound thread inside you, until the ends fray, and then snap. 

It has you coming with his next thrust. A wail ripped from you as he buries himself deep, feeling the way your pussy clenches down around him. 

Fingers still swirling, drawing out the deep pulses that fan out from your core as your toes curl, vision going hazy.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” He rasps, those sharp thrust slowing to a sloppy grind, “Make a fucking mess for me, there you go-”

Panting, as he groans. Another roll of his hips before he’s coming with you - teeth bruising skin as they sink into your shoulder. The sound he makes is broken as he spills into you, muscles clenching with each pulse that paints your walls.  

Marking you thoroughly with teeth and come, the saw of his hips slowing until you both finally go still. A breath finally caught. 

Blissed out, when he rolls you both to the side. His thighs still mapping yours, cock still notched deep. A thick arm thrown across your waist, his breath ragged in your ear as he catches his breath.

Your fingers drift, as you bask in your afterglow. Dipping into the rips in your mattress, knuckle deep.

There’s a grunt as you wiggle, the words low in your ear, “I’ll get you another, sweetheart. Just lost control for a moment.”

The thought doesn’t bother you as much as you’d think. In fact, you wouldn’t mind if happened again.

Only as your imagination runs wild, do you hear the muffled moan from the brick wall behind you.

“Fuck, that’s good.”

Dramatic and drawn out, paired with faint rhythmic noise. 

A beat - before you hear mumbled protesting. The voice of someone talking with their mouth full, “No. Back the fuck off Peter, I’m not going to share.” 

Eating. The fucker was eating his end of the bargain, ear pressed to the wall.

The next louder, “Alright, pay up everyone, Operation ‘Get Sugar Some Sugar’ was a success!”

You grimace, eyes rolling. Logan grunts behind you, the words mumbled out sleepily.

“Wish I could sew that goddamn mouth shut.”

There’s a faint “they already tried that!” before Logan’s fist bangs on the wall, shutting him up.

But you can’t help the smile. Your fingers fitting between the ones that rest just below your breasts, squeezing.

“He’s not so bad,” You admit, “Wade, I mean.”

Logan groans, “Don’t say his name while I’m fucking you.”

“You’re-” You start - but then you can feel him.

Still hard - as his hips cant slowly against yours. Your joined hands slip up to cup a breast - as his lips press against your neck, stubble scraping you skin.

“Again?” You breathe, disbelieving that he’d be up for a third time - your hips rocking back to meet his. The sound lewd with how he drips from you - but it only has him grinding himself deeper, “You sure you’re two hundred?”

“Regenerative powers, sweetheart.” Logan husks, the flash of teeth with a knowing smirk.

“Can’t say it doesn’t come with perks.”

I used to have the biggest fucking crush on wolverine, haha - so fun to watch a new movie with him!! 👀💕 thank you so much for reading! And please me know if you'd like to read any more for him! (like more one-shots,etc!)

[unspeakable-imagination]

We Don't Have to Dance |Part two| Worst Logan

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Cw: accidental, anxiety induced self harm, poor mental health. Soulmate AU! mentions of Althea's drug use, kinda short.

It was another day and you were once again poking around with your breakfast on your plate, fiddling with the fork. Colossus, Elle, and Yukio had already finished, leaving you behind. You were too deep into thought to even try to break out of your trance. You spent the whole time thinking about the logan you'd seen yesterday. Everybody knew about how your late husband ended up rescuing his daughter, and ended up losing his life In the process. You were distraught over the revelation that his daughter was the same woman you'd seen with this new Logan. This soulmate that seemed to have found his way back to you.

You knew it wasn't the same man. Biologically, sure. In every sense, technically. But not emotionally. Not truly. This wasn't the Logan that you'd spent so many years with. This certainly wasn't the Logan that married you. This man hardly knew you, or so you thought. Your gaze had drifted to the name scrolled along your forearm and you grew restless. It became itchy and you grew disturbed, stuck in your mind as you stared. Gingerly reaching your other hand to scratch at the words, the sensation didn't Seem to stop. Your ears rang as you tried scratching harder and harder, desperately trying to rip the tainted skin from your arm. Tight silver hands grasped your wrists and quickly separated your now bloody nails from bloodied words and you felt wet drip down your cheek.

“No,” you cried. “No it hurts, he's gone-No, he's gone,” you thrashed in Colossus’s hands, not hearing the words he was grumbling. You tried ripping your hands from his grasp but stilled when you felt a canceling collar snap around your neck.

The world changed and you slumped, staring ahead of you, finally processing the words that you were hearing.

“If your mind keeps getting caught up, [Name], we are going to have to keep the collar on you. You can't be present otherwise. You're loosing control.” You shifted to look at Collosus and Ellie behind You.

“I,” your brain calmed down but you had to take time to find your words. “I'm sorry. What happened?” Your now free hands felt at the collar around your neck and you paled, snaping your whole body around to look at the destruction you caused. The wall behind you was charred black with an outline matching your body. Colossus frowned.

“You've lost your mind again, and you're hurting yourself, too.” He motioned towards you arm and you looked at the skin that you tore. The skin with Logan's real name. The pigmentation ran down, as deep as the skin existed, bit parts of it were marred and scabbing over with rash-looking scrapes.

“It was hurting,” you murmured. “I don't know what happened it was just hurting, it was itching. I wanted it to stop.” You sounded confused, and Colossus's look softened.

“You need therapy. You need to return to work on the team, to give yourself an outlet.” Your lips pursed as you looked towards him. Ellie placed a hand on your shoulder.

“It is a good stress reliever.”

“I haven't worked since he left,” you mumbled. “Since he ran away with the professor. I don't know if I can control them now, and without the professor to shut me down?” you watched the scabs heal and flake off, the dead skin falling into your lap. Your arm looked as pristine as it was before, as if it was never marred by your anxiety riddled fingers.

“I will just gently knock you out,” Colossus put out his palm and degenerated by gently putting his fist into to, imitating a much gentle version of his punch. “No trouble, no pain.” You swallowed.

“I'm intimidated by what could happen.”

Distantly, Yukio’s cheerful voice rung through the halls as she skipped towards the group. She was waving Ellie’s phone back and fourth above her head.

“Wade texted, Althea and him are having a picnic. They want us to come!” Ellie moved, removing her hand from her shoulder and opening her arms for her girlfriend. She asked Yukio if she wanted to go and Colossus leaned, looming over you.

“We go to that picnic. Getting out is good for you, no?” You blew a hor breath out your lips, grimacing.

You’d just arrived at the park with the girls. Your signature look was on, a basic pair of black shoes, khaki pants, and a random long-sleeve shirt underneath Logan’s old jacket he'd left behind. You were talking with them about the latest season on Botox Baby, one that they'd yet to see. They were eagerly absorbing what you had to say, relishing in the fact that one of the twins had received her third round of lip filler.

“oh my GOD look at you guys,” Wade squealed. He cherrily clapped his hands and he kicked his feet out onto the massive blanket under him. You wrinkled your nose as his bare feet, cursing him for not wearing his socks that were stuffed into his crocks.

You looked at him and noticed that Logan, Laura, and the dog were further in the grass playing fetch behind him. You focused your attention on Althea.

“Al,” you separated from the girls as they beelined towards the pink-pajama clad man. “How are you doing?” She was sitting neatly under a tree. Her face was shockingly bitchish, more than usual. Her glasses sat on her nose as she held her face up towards the sun.

“Oh, [Name], dear. You have no clue. I've run outta crack trying to deal with the loud mouth fighting with silent and broody. They are driving me up the wall and I'm ‘bout ready to sting them from a ceiling’ beam and dry ‘em like bacon.” You snorted.

“So they've been home two days and you're already done with them?”

“Oh HELL yes, I CANNOT keep dealing with them keepin’ me up at night. That surely little girl been sleepin’ in the room with me but thoes two keep going at it in the living room. I went out there this morning and it smelled like enough blood that an elephant was slaughtered on the carpet. I swear, that stain will never come out, n I can't even see it!” You cringed at the imagery on a hanging elephant.

“That… isn't pleasant sounding.” She nodded her head in agreement.

“What about you, baby girl? I can practically smell the blood underneath your fingernails. She waved a finger in the air. “You're not back to work are ya?” furiously shaking your head you mumbled. “No, I just had a little incident at home. I guess I forgot to wash my hands. Colossus wants me to go back to work though.”

You cocked you head to the side as heavy footballs padded your way. Logan was walking towards you. You sucked in a breat and a fire of anxiety settled in your belly. Your throat suddenly burned and shifted away from him, hardly noticeable, but enough to help you conceal your inner turmoil. It was like putting your back to him, as if you were making a wall to keep him at a distance, safe for your heart. He knelt down next to you and Althea and cleared his throat. Al’s hand jutted out and jabbed towards him, but he was just out of her reach.

“You scared the fuck outta me, Logan. Why don't ��chu wear a bell or somethin’?” a tiny, nearly invisible smile quirked on the aides of his lips.

“Sorry, Al.” He turned his attention towards you. “You're [Name], yeah?” you side-eyed him and swallowed thickly. “I know Wade kinda Introduced me last night but Im’m Logan.”

“I know who you are,” you muttered. “You don't have to talk to me. He sucked on his teeth and then took a deep nose breath. “I know I don't have to. I want to,” he cast his look down to the grass thinking about something. You turned sour, your anxiety peaking.

“Sorry, ‘m not in the mood.” Your looked away thing your face away from him. You didn't want him to see it, incase he could see your tell. Logan always told you that he could tell the way you felt, just by looking at you. You wondered if he could, or if he did imagine your face when he abandoned you the year before his death. You wondered if he knew your heart would break when he took the professor, but not his wife.

Logan could smell The sour emotions reeking out of you. He felt heated, and angry with Wade that he'd even suggest him coming to talk to you. Before you died in his world, you were about to get married. It was only a week away. He just wanted To get wasted. He had a nasty fight with you and came back to a dead body. He never got to make things right, and Wade talked about you as if you'd jump into his arms with just the chance to talk to him.

He swallowed And took the defeat. Be wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. Not in this universe. He's just grateful that you're alive. He pushed himself up and turned, walking away. He didn't want to push you to talk to him, and by the smell of your emotions, you were to far into your mind to talk, anyways.

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[nanaeffect]

𝖨𝖳’𝖲 𝖡𝖴𝖳𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖥𝐿𝑌 𝖤𝖥𝖥𝖤𝐶𝑇 𝖹𝑂𝑁𝐸 — 🦋

blog multimuse para @volatilehqs, escrito e dirigido por Nana.

— Althea Vallone, 333 anos, híbrida bruxa-vampira (Morena Baccarin): Thea ou T, como gosta de ser chamada, é uma bruxinha que foi transformada horas antes de ir para à fogueira, literalmente. Astuta, irritante e muito manipuladora, não é de fazer laços pois esconde um segredo além de ser uma vampira: assassinou seu criador.

nana’s talk and talk ��

Olá! Se chegou até aqui, agradeço sua atenção e disponibilidade! Vou deixar algumas infos sobre mim, tempo disponível e preferências de jogo:

Esse blog e todos os chars elencados pertencem à Nana, eu, player +25, ela/dela.

Minha disponibilidade depende muito do meu trabalho que - quem me conhece sabe - ocupa muito da minha vida e sanidade. Disponibilizarei dois dias na semana para pagar minhas dívidas (como chamo as inters), mas estarei sempre disponível em chat para conversar ou plotar o que tiver ideia!

Sou muito aberta com jogos, faço e topo qualquer coisa (meus filhos também). Se quiser bater em alguém, atirar do nada, arrumar briga no bar, beijar sem propósito, estamos sempre dentro. Não tenho problema com plots num geral, sou realmente aberta à qualquer maluquice que passar pela cabeça e vamos nessa.

Não costumo fazer lista de conexões ou ideias porque prezo muito pela naturalidade de nossos personagens, deixo todos eles soltos para escolherem de quem gostam e quem desgostam, e sempre acho que é saudável e gostoso ver como eles se saem nas interações, conhecendo com o tempo e o modo que convivem.

Ainda estou pegando a ideia da Thea (e dos futuros demais), por ser uma personagem nova no Nana World, então por favor, paciência!

Caso algum char meu declare que odeia alguém, saiba que é totalmente IC, não levo nada daqui pro coração, nem se matarem meus filhotes (eu vou rir!).

No mais, vou atualizando esse post conforme achar necessário e para adicionar futuros bebês que posso querer ter a qualquer momento.

Com amor, Nana. 🦋

[saturniasxenos]

Maybe EPIC the musical NPTs? Odysseus, Telemachus, Poseidon, or Hermes mostly if any please :D

EPIC: The Musical ID Pack

Inside this pack you'll find a full collection of Pronouns, Titles, and Names relating or connecting to Epic: The Musical (An adaptation of Homer's Odyssey by Jorge Rivera-Herrans, who wrote music and lyrics, orchestrated, and produced the tracks!)

Some focus on Odysseus, Telemachus, Poseidon, and Hermes, this pack will also include many Greek related pronouns, titles, and names since Odysseus originates from Greece. You will also find many references to the musical!

Pronouns:

An/Anci/Ancient/Ancients/Ancientself

Ody/Odyss/Odyssey/Odysseus/Odysseyself

Ody/Odyss/Odysse/Odysseus/Odysseusself

Uly/Ulyss/Ulysse/Ulysses/Ulyssesself

Ki/Kin/King/Kings/Kingself

Ca/Cap/Captain/Captains/Captainself

Mo/Mon/Monster/Monsters/Monsterself

Hae/Heroe/Hero/Heros/Heroself

Ep/Epi/Epic/Epics/Epicself

Mu/Musi/Musical/Musicals/Musicalself

So/Son/Song/Songs/Songself

Si/Sin/Sing/Sings/Singself

Ly/Lyr/Lyric/Lyrics/Lyricself

My/Myt/Myth/Myths/Mythself

Myth/Mytho/Mythology/Mythologys/Mythologyself

De/Dei/Deity/Deitys/Deityself

Go/God/Gods/Gods/Godself

God/Godde/Goddess/Goddesses/Goddessself

Ith/Itha/Ithaca/Ithacas/Ithacaself

Cy/Cyclo/Cyclop/Cyclops/Cyclopself

Le/Legen/Legendary/Legends/Legendaryself

Un/Under/Underworld/Underworldself

Pup/Puppet/Puppeteer/Puppeteers/Puppeteerself

War/Warri/Warrior/Warriors/Warriorself

Sto/Stor/Storm/Storms/Stormself

Ru/Ruth/Ruthless/Ruthlessly/Ruthlessself

Tro/Troy/Troys/Troys/Troyself

Oce/Ocea/Ocean/Oceans/Oceanself

Thu/Thun/Thunder/Thunders/Thunderself

Wis/Wisdo/Wisdom/Wisdoms/Wisdomself

Ven/Vengean/Vengeance/Vengeances/Vengeanceself

Mes/Messen/Messenger/Messengers/Messengerself

Tra/Trav/Travel/Travels/Travelself

Com/Commer/Commerce/Commerces/Commerceself

Tri/Trick/Trickster/Tricksters/Tricksterself

Herm/Herme/Hermes/Hermes/Hermesself

Oly/Olymp/Olympus/Olympians/Olympusself

Wo/Wol/Wolf/Wolves/Wolfself

Littlewo/Littlewol/Littlewolf/Littlewolves/Littlewolfself

Cha/Cham/Champ/Champs/Champself

Fa/Fat/Fate/Fates/Fateself

Tele/Telema/Telemach/Telemachus/Telemachusself

Char/Charyb/Charybdis/Charybdi/Charybdisself

Gi/Gian/Giant/Giants/Giantself

Wi/Win/Wind/Winds/Windself

Mo/Mol/Moly/Molys/Molyself

Scy/Scyll/Scylla/Scyllas/Scyllaself

Si/Sire/Siren/Sirens/Sirenself

Tri/Trid/Trident/Tridents/Tridentself

Vo/Voya/Voyage/Voyages/Voyageself

Pos/Posei/Poseidon/Poseidons/Poseidonself

Te/Teth/Tethy/Tethys/Tethysself

Sur/Survive/Survival/Survivals/Survivalself

Tro/Troja/Trojan/Trojans/Trojanself

Troj/Trojan/Trojanwar/Trojanwars/Trojanwarself

Athe/Athen/Athena/Athenas/Athenaself

Ze/Zeu/Zeus/Zeus/Zeusself

il/ili/iliad/iliads/iliadself

Ho/Hom/Homer/Homers/Homerself

Ci/Circ/Circe/Circes/Circeself

Cal/Calyp/Calypso/Calypsos/Calypsoself

Titles:

Olympic God

Olympic Goddess

Olympic Deity

Warrior of The Sea

Epic Hero

(X) Who Fought The Cyclops

(X) Who Fought Poseidon

(X) Who Sung With Scylla

(X) Who Survived The Gods' Wrath

The One Who Became a Monster

Survivor of The Ocean

Survivor of The Thunder

The Hero of Ithaca

The Prince of Ithaca

The Princess of Ithaca

The Messenger

The Messenger God

God of The Ocean

Goddess of Wisdom

Traveled The Underworld

(X) Who Survived The Underworld

Lover of The Ocean

Lover of Music

Singer of The Ocean

Messenger of The Ocean

(X) Who Dances With Kelpies

(X) Who Sings With Sirens

(X) Who Betrays

The Seafarer

Captain of The Sea

Captain of The Ship

(X) Who Waits With Fate

The Horror of Life and Fate

Names:

Fem: Anastasia, Asteria, Astraea, Acacia, Aphrodite, Amaryllis, Andromeda, Althea, Ariadne, Alexandra, Alexandria, Agnes, Agatha, Athena, Anthea, Alethea, Ambrosia, Arcadia, Apollonia, Angelia, Beryl, Cassia, Chloe, Catherine, Cassandra, Calliope, Callsa, Callie, Cosima, Cressida, Cora, Clio, Circe, Christina, Calista, Calypso, Cynthia, Diana, Desdemona, Dorothea, Dorothy, Doris, Delia, Daphne, Enyo, Elara, Eulalia, Gaia, Hestia, Helena, Hera, Hermione, Helen, Isadora, Ilya, Io, Iris, Ianthe, Irene, Katherine, Katie, Lydia, Lyra, Lois, Myra, Melody, Maya, Magdalena, Margaret, Maia, Melia, Melissa, Nyx, Nicole, Nerissa, Narcissa, Olympia, Ophelia, Pandora, Phoebe, Petra, Philippa, Philomena, Persephone, Penelope, Rhea, Stephanie, Siren, Scylla, Sophia, Selene, Sofia, Sybil, Thalia, Thea, Theresa, Xanthe, Zoe, Zoey, Zephyrine,

Masc: Anastasios, Aeneas, Aeson, Aetas, Anax, Ajax, Alec, Alexander, Acacius, Atlas, Apollo, Ares, Anatole, Andrew, Ambrose, Achilles, Bastian, Chryses, Cyril, Crius, Cosmo, Charon, Cassius, Cadmus, Christian, Cole, Chronos, Castor, Christopher, Deimos, Damian, Damon, Dion, Dionysus, Darius, Dorian, Draco, Deacon, Eugene, Eros, Elias, Erebus, Galen, Gregory, George, Helios, Hypnos, Hyperion, Heracles, Hercules, Hector, Hermes, Homer, Isidore, Icarus, Ion, Jonas, Jason, Kratos, Kronos, Kastor, Leander, Lysander, Linus, Lex, Leonidas, Leon, Lazarus, Luke, Lukas, Lycidas, Midas, Morpheus, Nicholas, Nico, Neilos, Nestor, Orpheus, Ozias, Oceanus, Odysseus, Philip, Peter, Perseus, Percy, Phaedra, Phoenix, Poseidon, Pollux, Prometheus, Proteus, Rhodes, Simon, Stephen, Sebastian, Tobias, Telemachus, Theseus, Theodore, Theo, Titan, Thanatos, Timothy, Ulysses, Vulcan, Xander, Xanthos, Zeus, Zeno, Zander,

Neu: Asterios, Areti, Arete, Aether, Akakios, Andreas, Aris, Adonis, Artemis, Afroditi, Boreas, Bronte, Basil, Chrysanthos, Chara, Cassiopeia, Damaris, Evdokia, Eryx, Eirini, Effie, Etimia, Eos, Echo, Evangeline, Fotini, Fotios, Hyacinth, Iakovos, Ione, Iro, Indigo, Khaos, Kore, Keti, Kostas, Kyriakos, Meropi, Myrto, Nefeli, Neophytos, Nektarios, Nereus, Narcissus, Orestis, Orion, Paris, Styx, Serafim, Sotos, Stamatis, Stavros, Stelios, Theano, Theodoros, Varvara, Venetia, Voula, Xene, Xenofon, Zinon, Zephyr, Zoi, Zelos,

I spent a good hour scrolling through an entire site of names originating from Greece, Ancient Greece, and Greek Mythology. So enjoy. ❤

[tugoslovenka]

Warding Bond - Chapter 8

Woes of Another

A/N:

I tried actually aligning the wording of Woe into the writing just because I love the item description which ended up being a lot of fun here. Reminder that Cazador is a ‘lil bitch. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

Also posting on AO3!

Althea awoke with a gasp, which turned into a chest-straining cough. She hurled the contents of her stomach from the day prior, before rising on her hands and knees, cold concrete grazing her palms. Sounds of scattering rodents and a distant, soft drip encouraged her to look up.

Bars. Dipped in gold. The exposed, steel parts were rusted, dampening the shine from magical lanterns which hung from the distant ceiling. Heaving still, she noticed the color of the walls. A deep green, bathed over by the cyan weave that illuminated the entire hall.

Another gasp, though this one resonated from the pit of her stomach.

She began scrambling away, still crouched, when she bumped into something soft. A sour stench of decay urged her to stand. She could only back away in panic at the horrific scene before her. Bodies. So many bodies. All charred, with split veins that still clung to the residual meat on their bones; mouths and eyes open, peering into nothingness—shriveled skin branded with the same infernal writing on her back.

“You’re awake!” Astarion’s delighted voice sounded. “I was beginning to think I’d need to kiss sleeping beauty back to consciousness.”

She pressed her back into the gilded gate and her hands gripped the bars, as though she could will herself through with enough force.

“Wh—What is this place?” she faltered, wrists squeezing through the railing, the tops of her head partially poking through as her body screamed at her to flee.

Cold hands grabbed hers, intertwining their fingers. She felt a gentle kiss on her head, nuzzling her hair with a deep intake of breath.

“Darling,” he greeted. “Have you forgotten your own prison?”

Althea’s eyes widened. She tried wrangling out of his grip, but to no avail. Quickly, she began murmuring a quivering incantation in an attempt to fight back. The frightened words—prayers, drew a deep laugh from the man holding her, the vibrations from his body translating through her.

“It won’t work, my sweet.” He disentangled their hold, instead electing to grab both her wrists with one hand, keeping her locked in place. She heard the dangling of a chain, then from the corner of her eye, she saw it—a three-pronged trident, piercing a golden ring—her focus.

Instinctively, she swung her head back, only managing to concuss herself against the firm metal cell.

Astarion tutted, squeezing the grip on her wrists until she felt them burn.

“Now, now,” he scolded. “Let’s not act like Githyanki. Use your words.” 

“Fuck you,” she spat, squirming—trying to writhe—out of his hold. “Let go of me!”

“Ugh, you do insist on making things exceedingly less fun…” he groaned, releasing her. Immediately, Althea toppled to the cold floor, palms scraping on the rough concrete as she scrambled away from the dead spawn. She couldn’t bear being near them—arranged in a pile like logs for a bonfire.

“Magic is an odd thing, isn’t it?” Astarion observed the mounds of corpses, pocketing her amulet with a curious expression. “You’d think thousands of dead bodies huddled together would accelerate their decomposition, yet they are perfectly preserved.”

Before Althea had time to respond, a wave of spellwork surged through her. A pulse of piercing pain overwhelmed her when her head hit the ground, the rest of her body following. A low, vibrating sound charged the air with energy, compelling her to look up. He was holding a staff—long, thin, topped with a gargoyle whose wings partially coiled around it.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

The clinking provoked her to shriek. Anxiety bubbled inside her bones. The signal of an approaching storm—Cazador. She shrunk, curling until she was squeezing herself like a self-soothing child.

Master approaches. Master is angry.

“Ah, so you can obey.”

Astarion gripped the staff with one hand, while his other traced its shaft until it touched the monster’s wings, inspecting the tiny droplets of blood that swelled from the gargoyle's jaws. It was as though her heart was brought back to life and traveled into her brain, where she could hear it—feelit—pounding with such force, she thought it would explode.

“You beast,” she bellowed. “You fucking monst—”

A tug. A pull. Her body rose from the ground, lingering in the air, but only just. From a single twirl of the staff, red mists wrapped around her, pulling her towards him, until she collided with the side of the gate once more. He kneeled, grazing the side of her cheek until his fingers intertwined in her hair. He yanked her head upward with such force she thought her neck might have snapped.

“You are a consort, my dear. Behave like one.”

No.

“Yes master.” The words left her mouth, though she didn’t formulate them. 

No.

“I despise that term. Lord is preferable.”

“Yes master—”

“—My. Lord.”

“Yes master.”

The clutches of magic dissipated, and she felt the cold concrete again. Astarion’s cursing echoed between the tall walls—her, himself, Cazador—and he hurled the staff against the floor, dimming the lingering haze.

Althea raised herself on an elbow, grunting, silently thanking the seamstresses who sewed the dress with so much fabric that it cushioned her. Dragging and ripping parts of the skirt, she limped to the closest wall where she rested her back, catching her breath.

“You’re not—” A sharp sting in her cheek made her wince. “It doesn't belong to you,” she grimaced, touching the side of her face that ached from the beating of the day.

“Of course it does!” he barked, pacing back and forth like a cornered animal. The panic in his voice showed the inexperience with whatever it was he was attempting to achieve. “I am better. I know better.”

“Then why do you repeat his mistake—Agh!”

The ringing returned in all its violence.

Tap. Tap. Tap. She remembered having seen the winged gargoyle atop Cazador’s staff many times, whenever he walked past the prisons constructed for his sacrificial lambs. Althea was now overwhelmed with this quiet sense of something lost, finally showing itself through the memories she thought forgotten.

Master approaches. Master is angry.

“Why must you whinge?” He stopped his frantic pacing to look at her in exasperation. “Was it not enough punishment to be greeted with dirtied silk like some poverty-stricken half-wit?”

“What are you talking about?” She massaged her temples, doing her best to quiet her mind before it exploded purely from his incessant bleating. 

Lowering her hands, she slowly stood up. She hadn’t noticed it, but he was covered in blood. Stains on his lips, speckles on his clothes, in his curls. Althea blinked, trying to recall what occurred after their encounter at the tower—

A dreadful realization soaked in like the cold sweat off her back.

Hurriedly, her fingertips began searching, poking for what she feared happened. The bite marks from Cazador were still there, a grim reminder of her curse, of the fogged memories during the time she was imprisoned in these cells. Gliding just below the nape of her neck and along the side, she stopped.

Two punctures. The wound was raw with fresh swelling, and far too painful to inspect. Instead, her fingers curled into a fist.   

“... You drank from me.” She wobbled momentarily, unable to fully express the feeling of bewilderment. 

“Tried to,” he corrected. “All went according to plan. And then I started gagging. Puked out my insides right onto the most expensive varnish in all of Baldur’s Gate. Over my fine linen shirt!”

She stared in astonishment. What could she have possibly done in her past life—her current life— to anger the Gods to bring such torment?

“But then—” she paused. “Why am I alive?”

Astarion did not respond. He narrowed his gaze, hesitation evident in his expression. 

The situation had grown increasingly more complicated than the rather straightforward agreement with the archduke of Cania. Though he was honest in showing the past she—Varra—experienced, he revealed nothing from the time after she’d turned into a spawn. Neither did he shed light on her years in the House of Hope. 

No weapon, magical or not, was going to right whatever wrong Astarion had committed by interrupting the Rite of Profane Ascension. Rarely did the fates work with such clarity, but as she’d learned through her dealings with the Nine Hells, it never worked with devils—the Lords of the Nine especially.

Blood and dirt mixed within the fabrics of her olive dress. She attempted to pat away, as though it would do any good.

Althea of Cania was not going to die like this.

Heels digging into the floor, she centered herself between the gates—posture upright, hands at the front, head held high—like a perfectly polished doll come to life.

“Let me help.”

Astarion whipped his neck in her direction. A flash of white caught her attention—his fangs—as his lips stretched into a wide smile before laughter escaped. He pointed at her, continuing to howl like he’d gone mad.

As seconds dragged by but she remained steadfast in both posture and expression, he stopped. His arm fell limp by his side when realization caught up with him.

“You’re… You’re serious?” He looked dumbfounded when she nodded.

“Varra!”

Her peaceful rest, watching the bubbling rivers of Avernus, had once again been interrupted. This time, it was Raphael who came shouting, the other servants skittering away as he angrily strode towards the balcony. She quickly turned, head bowing when he appeared at the doorway.

“Yes, my lord?” she asked, gaze fixated at the marbled floor.

“When was I to learn of my father visiting the House of Hope?”

Her thoughts paused when she looked up. He was in his human disguise. Raphael never shed his devil form in the Hells—he was far too proud for that, especially here, in the presence of his servants—which was most of the time. However, there was something else that was different about him. Perhaps it was the lingering stench of undeath, which clung like a potent perfume to his every pore. Her nose scrunched and she cleared her throat before addressing her master.

“I… don’t know.” She was telling the truth. She wasn’t aware that she should have informed him of her meeting with Mephistopheles. Though, it did perplex her, the fact that she intuitively elected to hide it from him, even if not with nefarious intentions.

Pinching the space between his eyebrows, Raphael let out a frustrated sigh.

“Sometimes you really are the thorn in one’s—my—side,” he said, putting both hands on his hips and looking out across the sea of fire. “What an embarrassment, being hung and quartered in the company of pit fiends like some degenerate, for indulging in pleasures of the flesh. As if their fantasies are any purer.”

“Raphael?” she questioned, not knowing whether this was his way of dismissing her.

“Nevermind.” He waved it off, but not before taking another disappointed look at Varra. With a snap of his fingers, her back straightened fully—unnaturally—as he hummed. “You are forgetting your manners.”

“I apologize,” she spoke, routinely, with as much emotion as was expected.

He seemed to be considering something. The gleam in his eye was usually a bad thing or a very bad thing for Varra.

He approached, groping the curve of her waist, squeezing in the same spots as always, the spots she swore had turned into indents in her skin. “Why has everyone decided to torment me today, hm?”

The dress she wore was loose at the front, an open neck for easy access in case Raphael or Haarlep had any particular cravings for human that day. As if reading her thoughts, he parted the top, allowing her breasts to spill out into the warm air of Avernus.

Varra didn’t yell, or scream, or tear herself away.

She knew not to.

“You need a reminder, it seems,” he mused, thumb circling her nipple, admiring the piercing with a hum of approval. “Though, I am feeling rather… forgiving. I suppose I could be convinced not to punish you for disobedience, were you to repent.”

Without any further encouragement, Vara knelt down, hands finding his belt and unbuckling it with speed unmatched even by the most experienced pickpockets in Faerûn. Faerûn. Cloakwood. Varra D’allrnir of Cloakwood.

The pause drew out a groan from Raphael, who fisted her hair in response. She shook her head, returning to the bulge staring her in the face. The rhythm was practiced; Raphael ensured his little lamb was cognizant of his exact desires depending on his mood. Anger usually meant a quick endeavor, her favorite among the types of affections he craved.

Favorite. Like the Marsember Blush Varra D’allrnir of Cloakwood had drunk on special occasions.

Not wanting to enrage the master of the House of Hope further with idling, her lips pulled the hardening cock from its confines, and not a moment later she felt the tip hit the back of her throat, practically swallowing its entire length. Anger usually meant aggression as well. The devil gripped the back of her head, squishing her nose against his lower abdomen, preventing her from taking a breath.

“That’s more like it, Varra,” he moaned, lightly thrusting into her mouth, worsening the suffocation. Though she had no right to protest, she couldn’t help but be repulsed at it—she could only kneel, praying to the Hidden One to—

—The Hidden One. The Mother of all Magic. Her people’s Prophet.

“Speak,” he commanded.

And so she did. She tried to.

The muffled bubbling from her throat only egged on his grunts. Varra had learned to disconnect from the world around her during these sessions. She would wander into nothingness, untethering her mind from the very Plane it occupied, letting time pass until she felt the gush of hot seed seep down her throat, sometimes burning her esophagus. And if she—

Loud muttering broke her from the daze. He was mumbling, not in pleasure, but annoyance. Not on account of her, but someone whose name she didn’t recognize.

“Wretched orthon—” A growl. “Despicable, disgusting creature—” Another moan. Varra was close to losing consciousness, yet knew better than to pull away. Her muffled noises had turned into gagging, which did seem to catch the devil’s attention enough to peek downwards.

“Apologies,” he expressed, lovingly almost, petting her cheek with his free hand. He even loosened the grip on the other, allowing an intake of air while he panted with need. “I am rather… infuriated.”

Varra continued, looking up at him with tears welling in her eyes. To this, he only smiled. With a nod, he silently instructed her to stand. She did so while making sure to keep his cock occupied by grabbing it with both hands. The heat rising from Raphael engulfed her, eliciting a whimper when he pinched her nipples. Despite the years of torment, her skin was still not used to the Hells—and her master ensured her supple flesh continuously received a replacement for any fading burns. The stench of it didn’t bother her anymore, though it did prompt a rather violent thought when she saw the reddening turn into bleeding.

“There. All better.”

A hand snaked itself between her legs, easily pushing past the fabric that made bending her over to be rutted into but a simple maneuver. Varra immediately moaned—squealed—in delight, knowing it was what she was supposed to do. The burning continued, this time between her legs, as hot tears streaked down her cheeks. She was unsure if it was her body’s way of protesting him, but the outcome was one he had hoped for either way. Humiliating, devouring, belittling her was something he craved. He would call it submitting, but she knew they were both aware of her full compliance.

Her aching clit was being rubbed in slow circles, but the fever that followed was anything but soothing. Raphael was watching carefully, as though drinking in her desperation. Once he pushed past her entrance, she bounced forward. Once another finger followed, she settled. A third had stretched her to fullness, but she pressed her lips together to cease the screams that threatened to sour his fun. All she could do is stare at him obediently, waiting for his next command.

Thankfully, she did not have to wait too long. His expression furrowed and his hand quickly retracted, taking a hold of her throat instead.

“You will obey me, won’t you, little lamb?”

Varra nodded vigorously, attempting to breathe from her nose when she felt her throat close at his grip. With a grin, he simply lowered her to her knees again, his cock caressing her face.

“Why did you—“

“Master!”

Haarlep sounded somewhere in the distance, merrily skipping towards them wearing nothing but a grin on his face. Just in front of the doorway, he dropped to his knees, crawling towards the devil, tongue lapping like a dog.

Making use of this interlude, Varra closed her eyes to regain composure, knowing this was going to be a long night.

“Has Yurgir been pestering you again, master?” The succubus teased, lowering until he could comfortably fit between Raphael’s legs.

“It’s those Baldurians. Hopeful heroes,” the devil responded, throwing a quick glance at the woman patiently staring at him before promptly shoving his cock in her mouth again. Varra used her tongue to trace the underside of his member this time, knowing it made him particularly happy.

“The tadpoled freaks?”

“The very same, Haarlep.” He clenched his jaw, drain dripping in his voice, as he looked down at the fiend who had already began sucking his sack.

After taking ample time to suckle on the wrinkled skin with a whine, he let go of his ballsack with a pop. “Let me fix that for you, master,” he cooed, cupping them with his hands instead. “They are nothing compared to you.”

“Who do they think they are, refusing me so ardently?” he shouted, committing another assault on Varra’s throat, with more force this time.

“Of no importance, master.”

“And that pathetic spawn of Cazador’s, moping his way to an answer like he was owed one!” he scoffed. “I will cherish the day he perishes in the rite, when my little lamb—Argh, fuck!”

Scorching heat filled Varra’s mouth, the extreme temperature forcing another gag out of the human who had been fighting to breathe. His thick cum burst like mead from a broken bottle, expelling the fires of the Hells into her body. Haarlep whined in disappointment when he didn’t receive the coveted prize.

The wanting gawk from the incubus confirmed this was far from over.

[itachi86]

Althea was a tempest of fire. Her flames hissed like snakes as they met the skin of those foolish to choose her as their victim. In contrast to the cold surrounding my body like a shield, I recognized Althea’s power pressing against me with demanding force. I winced against her heat, as bright as a dying star. A vortex of boiling flames that danced to her bidding. They took the Hunters and left them as husks of blistered skin and charred bone.

A Deception of Courts

[mellifera-fr]

@skyspireclan

“flatterer”

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A Witch's Love | Chapter 4

When times for toasts came around, it was more than entertaining. Emmett started it out with standards hard to pass, "Excuse me. Is this on? Hello?" Everyone turned and took their seats, laughing lightly at his start, "Umm, I'd like to propose a toast to my new sister. Bella, I hope you've gotten enough sleep these last 18 years, 'cause you won't be getting any more for a while." He chuckled lightly and everyone looked at him awkwardly.

Y/N brought a hand to her mouth to hide her smile, turning to Jasper with a light chuckle. How that must have sounded to the humans...

When Jessica came up for her speech, Y/N straightened up to listen. "Well, Bella was just like everybody else, totally mesmerized by Edward. Or "The Hair", as I call him. And then, suddenly, Edward is all about Bella. Even though she's not the captain of the volleyball team."

Y/N covered her mouth, looking away. Jessica laughed lightly, "I'm just kidding, I'm just kidding... Or the president of the student council."

Everyone exchanged awkward looks before she said, "Anyway, cheers."

There were scattered cheers throughout the audience. She stepped off the stage and Y/N whispered to Jasper, "I honestly have no idea what to say."

He shrugged, "I don't either." They chuckled lightly.

When Charlie went to start his speech, everyone settled down again. "Edward will be a good husband. I know this because I'm a cop. I know things. Like how to hunt somebody down to the ends of the earth."

The guests laughed lightly. The chief continued, "And I know how to use a gun." He glared at Edward for a moment, then gave a tight smile to Bella, before raising his glass slightly, "Cheers."

"Cheers," the guests said back. Alice was next:

"Now that you're my sister, you'll have to get over y our aversion to fashion. Skirts, heels, handbags. We're going to have a ball. Thanks!"

Y/N and Jasper gave her a thumbs up and that encouraged her as she beamed back at them and rejoined Cole, who was holding in a laugh.

Renee sang as her speech, it was sweet. "Go to sleep, my love. Go to sleep. When you wake, you'll see me."

Esme's toast was also very sweet, just as everyone expected, "I'd like to thank Renee and Charlie for bringing such a wonderful person into the world and into our lives. We will cherish and protect her forever."

Y/N glanced at Jasper, "Do you want to give a toast or should I?" He kissed her forehead with a light chuckle, "Go crazy, darling." She smiled, taking her glass and Emrys to stand Alice's spot in front of the audience for her toast.

"They say you don't marry the person you can live with, you marry the person you can't live without. That sums up Bella and Edward perfectly. I've seen their love blossom into what it is and I know they are perfect for each other because of it. So, to the happy couple," she said. She decided to keep it short an sweet, there was no need to talk in riddles all the time.

"To the happy couple," the audience agreed. Y/N kissed Emrys' forehead and stepped down to sit next to Jasper again. He kissed her cheek, "That was beautiful."

"Thank you, Jazz," she smiled.

Edward was the last one up for toasts. He had his drink in hand as he started, "It's an extraordinary thing to meet someone who you can bare your soul to and who will accept you for who you are. I've been waiting, what seems like a very long time, to get beyond what I am. And, with Bella, I feel like I can finally begin. So I'd like to propose a toast to my beautiful bride. No measure of time with you will be long enough. But let's start with forever."

~

Charlie came up to Y/N and Jasper, "Jake's here. I was supposed to give a heads up when he showed."

Y/N nodded to her, "Thanks, Char. Keep me posted."

She smiled, "Will do." She turned and quickly called for Seth, going to him for a dance. Y/N was dancing with Jasper for a while before she got a heads up from Eileen, who had Althea's hand in hers.

They walked over, "What's going on?"

"Sam called the wolves. Seth and Leah are leaving," she said.

"Levi and Charlie?" Jasper asked.

Mariah nodded, coming over with Emrys. They were taking shifts with the kids, "They're here. Not leaving until we give the all clear. We almost had to get Celene to reign Cooper in, though. Jacob got a little hostile."

"But everyone's okay?" Y/N asked, taking Althea's hand. Mariah nodded, "Yep."

"Good, thanks.

~

Soon enough, Bella and Edward were leaving for their honeymoon. After Bella talked with her parents, Y/N came by and smiled, "I'm happy for you, Bella."

Bella smiled, "Thanks, Y/N."

"Do you still have that bracelet I gave you?" She asked. Bella nodded and Y/N handed her a small charm. Y/N formed it from a rock and made it into the shape of a moon, "When you get the chance, put this on the bracelet. If you need me, I've got your back."

She smiled, "Thanks, Y/N."

Y/N smiled back, "No problem. Enjoy your honeymoon." Jasper joined Y/N side, snaking his arm around her waist. He smiled at Bella gently, "Congratulations, Bella."

"Thanks, Jasper." They sunk back into the crowd. Althea was with Carlisle, he was holding her with her head resting on his shoulder. She had fallen asleep. Y/N smiled and thanked Carlisle for taking her.

They watched the limo Bella and Edward got in drive away as they waved to their friends and family. Y/N and Jasper waved at them as they left. The crowd began to thin out as they said their goodbyes.

Y/N let her coven get back to the house for sleep. She then waved goodnight to her other coven as she returned home with Althea and Emrys. Jasper was staying back for a little bit to help clean up.

Y/N put her children to bed, tucking them in and kissing their heads before doing last minute preparations for her trip. By the time she finished, it was almost one in the morning and Jasper was getting back to her.

"Come on, you're dead on your feet," he told her, sweeping her feet from under her as he carried her to their shared bedroom. He laid her in the bed and she fell asleep in his hold. He kissed her cheek, smiled at her, and took care of the things she missed before getting in with her.

~

The sunlight shone on her eyes as it woke up Y/N. She grumbled and opened her eyes. Jasper smiled at her, kissing her forehead. "Good morning, or afternoon, I suppose."

"What?" Y/N asked, looking at her clock quickly to check the time. She scoffed and picked up a pillow, throwing it at his face as he laughed. It was almost nine in the morning. He got out of the bed with her and she disappeared into the bathroom for a shower. He wanted to join her but she knew that they needed to head out soon. His joining would not help that.

When she was fully dressed and out of the shower, she left the bedroom and saw Jasper in the kitchen, cooking for their daughter and Charlie. Althea smiled, stuffing food in her mouth, "Hi, Mommy!"

"Hey, baby," she smiled, kissing her cheek before going to kiss Jasper's as well. "Smells good," she sighed, watching him plate a couple of pancakes for her. "That's good," he smiled, "Because you gotta eat."

He gave her eggs and bacon/sausage. She sat down and started eating with her daughter. Emrys woke up, mumbling to himself as he eased himself awake. Jasper went to get Emrys, he was the only one who heard him because of his superior hearing.

Eileen came into the living room, setting her bag next to the door with Mariah's. "All set?" She asked, sitting down to get her own food as well. She grabbed a plate for Mariah at the same time, setting it down next to her.

Mariah came into the room, sitting down and eating. Y/N smiled, "All set."

Celene and Levi came into the room with the familiars coming after. "Familiars are all set, those going and staying," Celene smiled. Freya walked into the room, smiling and playing with her kits. Cooper waddled over to Charlie, his tongue sticking out of his mouth. Lexi curled in front of the couch, Merida and Ella went straight to their witches, Cami perched herself on the windowsill.

"And guess what just happened?" Levi asked, picking up the kits as they started running away.

Y/N turned in her chair to face them. Noel's eyes were glowing blue, Paige's were glowing pink, and Bex's were glowing green. She smiled at them, Freya hopping into her lap.

"They're headed to the Familiar World!" Freya exclaimed.

When familiars are born, they are raised by their parents until they come to the age where they are sent to the familiar realm. There, they played in the infinite world that they would call home until their witch or warlock came to take them to their new homes. It seemed they were deemed old enough now.

"That's incredible!" Y/N exclaimed. The witches and warlocks in the room went to congratulate them, but Jasper was a little confused. After a quick explanation from Y/N, he understood and was happy for them.

She hugged the kits, "That means I won't see you until your sorcerer chooses you."

Freya nodded, "I'll visit you kits when I can. You'll be able to meet other foxes and familiars, as well!"

Jasper asked, "So are those their marks?"

Y/N shook her head, "No, it's just the color of their magical auras. Their marks come to them when they meet their witches. Freya's eyes were normal, her mark just happens to be the same thing. Like Ella's. It's common among familiars."

They finished eating before they headed out of the house. Outside, the portal to the Familiar World opened for the kits to go through. Freya walked up with them. She licked their cheeks before nibbling on their ears as well, "You behave yourselves while you're there or the other familiars will eat you up."

"No, they won't, Mom," Bex giggled.

They enjoyed a small moment before she sent them off, "I love you, little ones. I'll see you again."

"Bye, Mom!" "Bye, Mama!" "Bye, Mother!"

They glanced back at their coven before jumping into the portal. Paige tripped a little on her way in, but got up and giggled before jumping in. The portal closed behind them and they smiled. "I'm so proud of them," Freya mumbled before heading back to Y/N.

Y/N smiled and pet her familiar before sighing, "Come on. We gotta say goodbye before we head out."

"I got the bags," Mariah said, opening her dimensional pocket and lowering each bag in it. They made their way over to the Cullen house, Jasper holding Emrys. Y/N picked up Althea and they all walked up to the house.

The Cullens came out of the house when they saw them coming. Y/N set Althea on her feet and she ran over to Carlisle and Esme, giggling as she ran. Esme smiled and picked her up, kissing her cheek. "Hello, honey," Esme smiled.

"Hi, Grandma!" She exclaimed. Jasper gave Emrys to Carlisle with a smile and returned his arm to Y/N's waist.

Alice hugged Y/N, "Be careful."

Y/N smiled, "We will. Besides, I got someone looking after us." Alice smiled at her and Y/N turned to Emmett, who gave her a bear hug, lifting her off her feet. Everyone gave their goodbyes, hugs, and kisses.

Carlisle asked, "You'll call if you need us?"

"Of course, we will," Y/N smiled.

Jasper and Carlisle exchanged a look and a nod, a silent agreement between the two. Y/N turned to Levi and Celene, "You two are in charge, I know you can handle it."

Celene smiled, "Won't let you down, Y/N."

"I know, Celee," she smiled, hugging her coven sister.

Y/N kissed Emrys' cheek with a smile, "I'll see you later, Em." He laughed and reached his tiny hands out to her.

She then turned to Althea and hugged her tight, "Don't too big before we get back."

"I won't," she giggled. Y/N smiled and kissed her forehead, "Good. Otherwise I'd have to put you in timeout."

She looked at the time and sighed, "Okay, we've got to go." Y/N looked at the familiars, "You'll have to fly there. It isn't safe to take familiars through portal because of the risk."

Freya nodded. She was Y/N's familiar, which made her in charge of the others.

Merida was already on the ground with Ella. Freya sat down with them and nodded to her again, "We'll be there soon." She turned to the others, giving them their cues. Freya jumped in the air, doing a front flip as she turned into a red canary.

Merida coiled herself and transformed into a bird afterwards, her bird form was white tern with green instead of blue. Ella followed suit and turned herself into a dove. The Cullens watched in fascination, especially Carlisle, who was a geek for things like this.

They flew up and around their covens before flying in the direction of Wyoming at an impossible speed. Jasper grabbed Y/N's hand and she smiled up at him. "Eileen, could you do the honors?"

She smiled and stuck her hand out between two trees. The leaves rustled and some of the branches bent down to intertwine together. A water-like barrier filled the space and created a portal for them. The water rippled before stilling like glass.

They waved to their covens before going through the portal, holding onto each other tight. Portaling wasn't the safest mode of transportation because of the risk of getting lost between time and space, but it was ideal for long distance traveling.

Going through portals was strange. It felt like stepping through water. Sounds seemed muffled, as if your head was stuck under water and everything else happened on the surface. Your body felt like it was forming with the water and becoming part of the portal itself. Vision was a little loopy, like everything was upside down and right side up at the same time. It was always disorienting when coming out of a portal.

That's one of the reasons it wasn't as safe.

A bright, white light finally formed in the distance. Y/N motioned to her coven and they saw, struggling to walk through to get to it (it felt just like water). When they walked into the light, they came out on the other side, gasping for breath. Even Jasper was breathless and he didn't need to breathe.

It was always strange that portals took the breath from someone. Breathing functioned perfectly well in them. Everyone just suspected it was because of the disorientation.

Y/N looked up, took a deep breath and slowly blew it out. She looked out, seeing herself standing in the middle of the abandoned town of Kirwin, Wyoming. She turned to everyone to make sure they were alright.

They gave her a nod and she sighed, "Make sure to keep your guard up. We have no idea what to expect so be ready for anything."

"Yes, Y/N," Mariah and Eileen replied. Jasper pressed a kiss to the side of her head and she smiled at him. "Let's go," Jasper said, taking the lead with his wife outside of the town.When times for toasts came around, it was more than entertaining. Emmett started it out with standards hard to pass, "Excuse me. Is this on? Hello?" Everyone turned and took their seats, laughing lightly at his start, "Umm, I'd like to propose a toast to my new sister. Bella, I hope you've gotten enough sleep these last 18 years, 'cause you won't be getting any more for a while." He chuckled lightly and everyone looked at him awkwardly.

Y/N brought a hand to her mouth to hide her smile, turning to Jasper with a light chuckle. How that must have sounded to the humans...

When Jessica came up for her speech, Y/N straightened up to listen. "Well, Bella was just like everybody else, totally mesmerized by Edward. Or "The Hair", as I call him. And then, suddenly, Edward is all about Bella. Even though she's not the captain of the volleyball team."

Y/N covered her mouth, looking away. Jessica laughed lightly, "I'm just kidding, I'm just kidding... Or the president of the student council."

Everyone exchanged awkward looks before she said, "Anyway, cheers."

There were scattered cheers throughout the audience. She stepped off the stage and Y/N whispered to Jasper, "I honestly have no idea what to say."

He shrugged, "I don't either." They chuckled lightly.

When Charlie went to start his speech, everyone settled down again. "Edward will be a good husband. I know this because I'm a cop. I know things. Like how to hunt somebody down to the ends of the earth."

The guests laughed lightly. The chief continued, "And I know how to use a gun." He glared at Edward for a moment, then gave a tight smile to Bella, before raising his glass slightly, "Cheers."

"Cheers," the guests said back. Alice was next:

"Now that you're my sister, you'll have to get over y our aversion to fashion. Skirts, heels, handbags. We're going to have a ball. Thanks!"

Y/N and Jasper gave her a thumbs up and that encouraged her as she beamed back at them and rejoined Cole, who was holding in a laugh.

Renee sang as her speech, it was sweet. "Go to sleep, my love. Go to sleep. When you wake, you'll see me."

Esme's toast was also very sweet, just as everyone expected, "I'd like to thank Renee and Charlie for bringing such a wonderful person into the world and into our lives. We will cherish and protect her forever."

Y/N glanced at Jasper, "Do you want to give a toast or should I?" He kissed her forehead with a light chuckle, "Go crazy, darling." She smiled, taking her glass and Emrys to stand Alice's spot in front of the audience for her toast.

"They say you don't marry the person you can live with, you marry the person you can't live without. That sums up Bella and Edward perfectly. I've seen their love blossom into what it is and I know they are perfect for each other because of it. So, to the happy couple," she said. She decided to keep it short an sweet, there was no need to talk in riddles all the time.

"To the happy couple," the audience agreed. Y/N kissed Emrys' forehead and stepped down to sit next to Jasper again. He kissed her cheek, "That was beautiful."

"Thank you, Jazz," she smiled.

Edward was the last one up for toasts. He had his drink in hand as he started, "It's an extraordinary thing to meet someone who you can bare your soul to and who will accept you for who you are. I've been waiting, what seems like a very long time, to get beyond what I am. And, with Bella, I feel like I can finally begin. So I'd like to propose a toast to my beautiful bride. No measure of time with you will be long enough. But let's start with forever."

~

Charlie came up to Y/N and Jasper, "Jake's here. I was supposed to give a heads up when he showed."

Y/N nodded to her, "Thanks, Char. Keep me posted."

She smiled, "Will do." She turned and quickly called for Seth, going to him for a dance. Y/N was dancing with Jasper for a while before she got a heads up from Eileen, who had Althea's hand in hers.

They walked over, "What's going on?"

"Sam called the wolves. Seth and Leah are leaving," she said.

"Levi and Charlie?" Jasper asked.

Mariah nodded, coming over with Emrys. They were taking shifts with the kids, "They're here. Not leaving until we give the all clear. We almost had to get Celene to reign Cooper in, though. Jacob got a little hostile."

"But everyone's okay?" Y/N asked, taking Althea's hand. Mariah nodded, "Yep."

"Good, thanks.

~

Soon enough, Bella and Edward were leaving for their honeymoon. After Bella talked with her parents, Y/N came by and smiled, "I'm happy for you, Bella."

Bella smiled, "Thanks, Y/N."

"Do you still have that bracelet I gave you?" She asked. Bella nodded and Y/N handed her a small charm. Y/N formed it from a rock and made it into the shape of a moon, "When you get the chance, put this on the bracelet. If you need me, I've got your back."

She smiled, "Thanks, Y/N."

Y/N smiled back, "No problem. Enjoy your honeymoon." Jasper joined Y/N side, snaking his arm around her waist. He smiled at Bella gently, "Congratulations, Bella."

"Thanks, Jasper." They sunk back into the crowd. Althea was with Carlisle, he was holding her with her head resting on his shoulder. She had fallen asleep. Y/N smiled and thanked Carlisle for taking her.

They watched the limo Bella and Edward got in drive away as they waved to their friends and family. Y/N and Jasper waved at them as they left. The crowd began to thin out as they said their goodbyes.

Y/N let her coven get back to the house for sleep. She then waved goodnight to her other coven as she returned home with Althea and Emrys. Jasper was staying back for a little bit to help clean up.

Y/N put her children to bed, tucking them in and kissing their heads before doing last minute preparations for her trip. By the time she finished, it was almost one in the morning and Jasper was getting back to her.

"Come on, you're dead on your feet," he told her, sweeping her feet from under her as he carried her to their shared bedroom. He laid her in the bed and she fell asleep in his hold. He kissed her cheek, smiled at her, and took care of the things she missed before getting in with her.

~

The sunlight shone on her eyes as it woke up Y/N. She grumbled and opened her eyes. Jasper smiled at her, kissing her forehead. "Good morning, or afternoon, I suppose."

"What?" Y/N asked, looking at her clock quickly to check the time. She scoffed and picked up a pillow, throwing it at his face as he laughed. It was almost nine in the morning. He got out of the bed with her and she disappeared into the bathroom for a shower. He wanted to join her but she knew that they needed to head out soon. His joining would not help that.

When she was fully dressed and out of the shower, she left the bedroom and saw Jasper in the kitchen, cooking for their daughter and Charlie. Althea smiled, stuffing food in her mouth, "Hi, Mommy!"

"Hey, baby," she smiled, kissing her cheek before going to kiss Jasper's as well. "Smells good," she sighed, watching him plate a couple of pancakes for her. "That's good," he smiled, "Because you gotta eat."

He gave her eggs and bacon/sausage. She sat down and started eating with her daughter. Emrys woke up, mumbling to himself as he eased himself awake. Jasper went to get Emrys, he was the only one who heard him because of his superior hearing.

Eileen came into the living room, setting her bag next to the door with Mariah's. "All set?" She asked, sitting down to get her own food as well. She grabbed a plate for Mariah at the same time, setting it down next to her.

Mariah came into the room, sitting down and eating. Y/N smiled, "All set."

Celene and Levi came into the room with the familiars coming after. "Familiars are all set, those going and staying," Celene smiled. Freya walked into the room, smiling and playing with her kits. Cooper waddled over to Charlie, his tongue sticking out of his mouth. Lexi curled in front of the couch, Merida and Ella went straight to their witches, Cami perched herself on the windowsill.

"And guess what just happened?" Levi asked, picking up the kits as they started running away.

Y/N turned in her chair to face them. Noel's eyes were glowing blue, Paige's were glowing pink, and Bex's were glowing green. She smiled at them, Freya hopping into her lap.

"They're headed to the Familiar World!" Freya exclaimed.

When familiars are born, they are raised by their parents until they come to the age where they are sent to the familiar realm. There, they played in the infinite world that they would call home until their witch or warlock came to take them to their new homes. It seemed they were deemed old enough now.

"That's incredible!" Y/N exclaimed. The witches and warlocks in the room went to congratulate them, but Jasper was a little confused. After a quick explanation from Y/N, he understood and was happy for them.

She hugged the kits, "That means I won't see you until your sorcerer chooses you."

Freya nodded, "I'll visit you kits when I can. You'll be able to meet other foxes and familiars, as well!"

Jasper asked, "So are those their marks?"

Y/N shook her head, "No, it's just the color of their magical auras. Their marks come to them when they meet their witches. Freya's eyes were normal, her mark just happens to be the same thing. Like Ella's. It's common among familiars."

They finished eating before they headed out of the house. Outside, the portal to the Familiar World opened for the kits to go through. Freya walked up with them. She licked their cheeks before nibbling on their ears as well, "You behave yourselves while you're there or the other familiars will eat you up."

"No, they won't, Mom," Bex giggled.

They enjoyed a small moment before she sent them off, "I love you, little ones. I'll see you again."

"Bye, Mom!" "Bye, Mama!" "Bye, Mother!"

They glanced back at their coven before jumping into the portal. Paige tripped a little on her way in, but got up and giggled before jumping in. The portal closed behind them and they smiled. "I'm so proud of them," Freya mumbled before heading back to Y/N.

Y/N smiled and pet her familiar before sighing, "Come on. We gotta say goodbye before we head out."

"I got the bags," Mariah said, opening her dimensional pocket and lowering each bag in it. They made their way over to the Cullen house, Jasper holding Emrys. Y/N picked up Althea and they all walked up to the house.

The Cullens came out of the house when they saw them coming. Y/N set Althea on her feet and she ran over to Carlisle and Esme, giggling as she ran. Esme smiled and picked her up, kissing her cheek. "Hello, honey," Esme smiled.

"Hi, Grandma!" She exclaimed. Jasper gave Emrys to Carlisle with a smile and returned his arm to Y/N's waist.

Alice hugged Y/N, "Be careful."

Y/N smiled, "We will. Besides, I got someone looking after us." Alice smiled at her and Y/N turned to Emmett, who gave her a bear hug, lifting her off her feet. Everyone gave their goodbyes, hugs, and kisses.

Carlisle asked, "You'll call if you need us?"

"Of course, we will," Y/N smiled.

Jasper and Carlisle exchanged a look and a nod, a silent agreement between the two. Y/N turned to Levi and Celene, "You two are in charge, I know you can handle it."

Celene smiled, "Won't let you down, Y/N."

"I know, Celee," she smiled, hugging her coven sister.

Y/N kissed Emrys' cheek with a smile, "I'll see you later, Em." He laughed and reached his tiny hands out to her.

She then turned to Althea and hugged her tight, "Don't too big before we get back."

"I won't," she giggled. Y/N smiled and kissed her forehead, "Good. Otherwise I'd have to put you in timeout."

She looked at the time and sighed, "Okay, we've got to go." Y/N looked at the familiars, "You'll have to fly there. It isn't safe to take familiars through portal because of the risk."

Freya nodded. She was Y/N's familiar, which made her in charge of the others.

Merida was already on the ground with Ella. Freya sat down with them and nodded to her again, "We'll be there soon." She turned to the others, giving them their cues. Freya jumped in the air, doing a front flip as she turned into a red canary.

Merida coiled herself and transformed into a bird afterwards, her bird form was white tern with green instead of blue. Ella followed suit and turned herself into a dove. The Cullens watched in fascination, especially Carlisle, who was a geek for things like this.

They flew up and around their covens before flying in the direction of Wyoming at an impossible speed. Jasper grabbed Y/N's hand and she smiled up at him. "Eileen, could you do the honors?"

She smiled and stuck her hand out between two trees. The leaves rustled and some of the branches bent down to intertwine together. A water-like barrier filled the space and created a portal for them. The water rippled before stilling like glass.

They waved to their covens before going through the portal, holding onto each other tight. Portaling wasn't the safest mode of transportation because of the risk of getting lost between time and space, but it was ideal for long distance traveling.

Going through portals was strange. It felt like stepping through water. Sounds seemed muffled, as if your head was stuck under water and everything else happened on the surface. Your body felt like it was forming with the water and becoming part of the portal itself. Vision was a little loopy, like everything was upside down and right side up at the same time. It was always disorienting when coming out of a portal.

That's one of the reasons it wasn't as safe.

A bright, white light finally formed in the distance. Y/N motioned to her coven and they saw, struggling to walk through to get to it (it felt just like water). When they walked into the light, they came out on the other side, gasping for breath. Even Jasper was breathless and he didn't need to breathe.

It was always strange that portals took the breath from someone. Breathing functioned perfectly well in them. Everyone just suspected it was because of the disorientation.

Y/N looked up, took a deep breath and slowly blew it out. She looked out, seeing herself standing in the middle of the abandoned town of Kirwin, Wyoming. She turned to everyone to make sure they were alright.

They gave her a nod and she sighed, "Make sure to keep your guard up. We have no idea what to expect so be ready for anything."

"Yes, Y/N," Mariah and Eileen replied. Jasper pressed a kiss to the side of her head and she smiled at him. "Let's go," Jasper said, taking the lead with his wife outside of the town.

[blood-teeth]

Hi! I recently played your game and it's really good. I have read it one time but I am sure I am going to re-read it thousand times more. It's really interesting and I am looking forward to where it goes. Can you tell something about Althea?

hey there!! thanks so so much for sending in such a sweet ask !! <3333 i really, truly appreciate it!!

i LOVE Althea - she was the first RO that i had created and put together and actually she was the first character i had envisioned for this story, even before the MC

you get to meet her in chapter 3!! and i am so excited for everyone to meet this terrible woman. she embodies the meme "need head from a girl who is mean to me,"

althea is short, around 5'5", creating a height difference from just about everyone in the game. (the mc stands at 5'9" and the princess/prince is 6'0") her hair is a pale blonde, thick, and seen as often curled when she has the patience or just left in waves.

her eyes are cherry colored in one shift, pale pink in the light.

in truth, the mc has known her since birth, their lives tied so closely together as the mc's parents the Odotheus family, and hers, the Callaghans, worked inside the king's court as some of his most trusted scientists. somewhere, everything had gone wrong.

she smells warm. like the way the sun smells first thing in the morning paired with the smell of ink lifted off a page, the quietest corner in a library, candle wax and the scent that comes off a wood fire.

her touch stings. but it is only her kiss that can soothe.

[lizzienaut]

Omg hai ur cute drink water and get some sleeb if needed :3

Pass the happy! When you receive this, list 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 of the last people in your notifications! <3 <3 <3 (not obligated to of course!)

omggg hewwo ówò sleeb is for dorks i say as i’m passing tf out writing these asks out

— boyfriend!! he’s made me so stupidly happy recently,, i mean he always has but i’ve been feeling mega emotional and he just. he’s my other half i love him so fucking much

— drawing!! even tho it causes me much pain hh

— MY OCS!! especially kitzy and trixie!!! mega comfort chars aahhh

— the ace attorney games!! i’m on the last case of the trilogy and i’ve been talking nonstop about them with iven, as soon as i’ve seen the fourth trial we’re gonna binge the anime and i’m SO FUCKING EXCITED WAAAAHHHHHH

— moriah elizabeth videos!! she’s got such a positive vibe it always cheers me up qwq

honorable mention includes my stuffed bunny buttons, my comfort item!!

thank you for the ask althea!! 💕

[jennystahl]

fallout for 001 & althea x lacroix for 002 >:)

001 | fandom — fallout

favorite character — I had to narrow this down severely and most of the chars I mention below are also faves so I didn’t mention them here... Narrowed list is Gob, Arcade, Doctor 0, Piper o_o

least favorite character — Besides obvious villains or whatever; Wally Mack -_- die bitch. Also Maxson is so mf annoying!! And tbh Three Dog is a bitch for making me do all that shit for him before helping me

favorite ships (canon or non-canon) — Sole Survivor/Nick Valentine, LW/Butch, Courier Six/Swank (he’s a boy toy), Sole Survivor/their spouse!, Sole Survivor/Preston, Chosen One/Lenny (😔)

character I find most attractive — No one plays 76 but Johnny is sexy -_-

character I would marry — Preston... :)

character I would be best friends with — Travis... we can both be the losers of the Wasteland...

a random thought — I hope Fallout 5 is set in New Orleans and if it isn’t (or before 5 ever comes out) I’m going to run a Fallout-D&D game set in New Orleans :)

an unpopular opinion — This isn’t necessarily “unpopular” but everyone needs to play 1 & 2!! You are seriously missing out if you haven’t played the classic Fallouts. Actual unpopular opinion: 76 is good.

my canon otp — Christine/Veronica is the only one lol

my non-canon otp — All the OC ones I listed of course. And my own OCs/their SOs

most badass character — Dr. Li is a badass let’s be real even tho she kinda pissed me off in 4 but that’s irrelevant. Umm Tandi (little village bitch inventing the NCR!!), Meg, the female Sole Survivor (assuming she has the “canon background”), Veronica, Christine, I could keep going but my mind is fried now

pairings I am not a fan of — LW/Charon, mostly LW with anyone who isn’t their age?? I have a lot but they aren’t really popular ships so I won’t say them hfghf

character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another) — DEACON. Don’t get me started... if they had just hinted at the end of his personal questline that he was still lying then it would have been perfect... but instead they have this stupid ass dead wife story... I cannot. I have a whole headcanon backstory for him

favorite friendship — The Lone Wanderer and Butch are so good!! I don’t ship my LW with him at all but I love them being best friends :( enemies to BFFs team where u at... Also LW/Gob!! <3

002 | ship — althea/lacroix

when I started shipping it — On July 12, 2018 I said to my friends “not to be that guy but lacroix hot” and it was downhill from there I think... I first mentioned them to my friends in late August 2018 hdfghf

my thoughts — Many thoughts, head empty

what makes me happy about them — They’re the only two people who can handle each other’s shit (except Althea’s like 3 friends) so good for them!

what makes me sad about them — This is more sad about Althea specifically but since he’s exiled from like everywhere Althea has to also deal with that :/ ride or dies but in the way where it kinda fucks you over cause then you only have who was already by ur side beforehand...

things done in fic that annoys me —

things I look for in fic —

my kinks —

who I’d be comfortable seeing them end up with, if not each other — God I can’t see them being shipped with anyone else... everyone hates Lacroix and Althea hates everyone

my happily ever after for them — They own real estate in New York and live in a swanky apartment building doing evil deeds (producing funds for Broadway shows)

[winterhelps]

winter tem dicas de nomes diferentões para um rp de hp? femininos, por favor

nomes pra uma char de um rp de hp? fiquei na dúvida dhjsifjkisfj de qualquer forma, vou deixar aqui uma masterlist que eu fiz com nomes que apareceram no mundo de harry potter ao longo dos livros/filmes/outros conteúdos e tem vários bem diferentões. mas, vou deixar sugestões de outros nomes que eu acho legais (:

acacia, allegra, althea/anthea, bernadine, corin, debra, honora, marine, moriah, nasrin, nerissa, olivine, portia, rayen, sloane, verena, zelina.

[treeofsalvation-blog]

(( @theshatteredrose )) (*Skipping to the labyrinth because the rest is just filler anyway.*)

*Althea points to the charred, blacken wreckage of the housing of the stairs. Debris and rubble piled in the archway, completely preventing anyone from accessing the stairs. As Althea looks upon the scene, she frowns softly before she turns to the members of the Guardians nervously.*

Um, here it is. We’re pretty sure it wasn’t like this yesterday.

There’s still the scent of smoke in the air. 

Hm. It must be quite unstable. I’m sure it wasn’t this badly damaged when we first encountered it.

You’re right. Could it be collapsing? Or is there another reason behind this?

[ladybugmeat]

Milan Entries 2.

A coach takes us into the city. Fir trees stand on grass islands, poked flags into the empty streets. You can buy warm croissants from vending machines - a couple people stand outside these brighter outlets. The buildings stay close to the ground, window grills barring idlers from coffee and biscotti for another hour yet. Men and women circle the roads with their bike baskets at the ready, a baguette, but no filling. 

I take some nudes in Althea’s bathroom mirror, wearing the new Brazilians I couldn’t afford from the mall at Duomo. When I look at the photos on the train I realise I’m leaning on her grandma’s grab rail. But so much window. A shady cold light has carved shapes down the curve in my belly and then bum. I send.

The hostel bathroom is a thin room, no more of a room than the corridor or the stairwell or the kitchenette jarred between the three bedrooms. Omar has a green and orange palette going. It’s a way he’s tried to put the apartment back together again. There’s a square of orange and a square of green boxing in on you as you sit on the toilet. A breeze comes in through the caged window with the flat shout of a siren. It’s a hostel so it’s allowed to be gaudy. The potted plants on the floor and in the cabinet are watered by damp - a reminder of the price point. Primary colours and some roughage excuse the shifty WiFi connection, the light that doesn’t work and the curtains made of a near transparent gauze. 

I eat fried pulpo in a panini with ricotta and chicory. It takes its place between steak and ribs on the menu. It tastes like charred car tyres, salty, brilliant. 

I eat a ball of fried risotto, arancini ball. Veal, yellow rice, turmeric? Dolloped with mustard, and something spicy. It’s gone. How many? 

My sister mops the floor after my shower. She doesn’t want to worsen her Athlete’s foot. She kicks over the bucket as she walks back out, water sieges Omar’s bathroom pot plant garden and reaches the nougat-pebbled floor of the corridor. ‘Super!’ the Bulgarian yodels as he leaves room 3. 

[hobbitonwheels]

Kim’s Adventures in 5e- Week 23

Thought about combining this week and last week since I forgot to write last week’s entry (anyone who actually enjoys reading these is fully allowed to poke me when I forget to write them), but the one for last week is already well and truly long enough to stand on its own.

In our second-to-last episode, the Finders Keepers had sought passage from Fall Harbor to the city of Windrest on the continent of Castos. During their two days at sea, they narrowly avoided pirates, Ic kept trying to uncover the mystery of the ‘Selenia-sized rats’, and, at one point, Selenia insisted that they go back to Fall Harbor. Before they could fully convince the captain to turn the ship around, however, a cry of ‘SAILS!’ went up from the crow’s nest.

As the party followed the captain back up on deck, there was a scramble to see who and what the nature of the ship was. Amidst the commotion, as Ic flew up to the crow’s nest to try to get a better view, Selenia went invisible and snuck away from the still very angry Kalza. The halfling’s attempts to borrow a spyglass from a nearby crew member did not go unnoticed, however, and the frightened sailor jumped ship, thinking that there was a ghost. Luckily, Feyd and Ic were able to bring the man back onto the ship.

The approaching ship, as it turned out, was a private passenger ship from Rashal. The vessel was owned by Lady Althea, a beautiful satyr woman and one of the elite members of society from Rashal. After a very brief discussion (during which Ic had several swords pointed at him for getting too close), Kalza began to wonder if Althea was the same satyr who had once owned the pan flute that Selenia now had. Her suspicions were confirmed, and both she and Selenia were invited onto Althea’s ship for a private conversation. Althea revealed that not only was she very familiar with the Menagerie, but she was one of its founding members. She was disturbed to hear of the true depths of Mirton’s greed, and agreed to take the party back to Fall Harbor so they could deal with him. Speaking privately with Selenia, Althea offered some advice: As much as Mirton loved the crowd, he also feared it for its fickleness.

Ideas ran through Selenia’s mind, but it wasn’t until the party had gathered for dinner later that evening that she tried to talk about it with the others. As she began to divulge a little more information about Mirton, the Menagerie, and just why she was so eager to get back to Fall Harbor, she almost couldn’t get a word in edgewise as the rest of the party began formulating their own ideas for how to deal with things once they got back. It was Ic’s suggestion that they throw tomatoes at him that let her segue back into the conversation. A plan was devised that they would sabotage the show by having Ic’s rat crawl up the leg of the Menagerie’s half-elven leading lady Lisandra and, amidst the distraction, Selenia and Feyd would smuggle Zeb, Selenia’s half-orc friend, out of the arena.

As the party retired for the night, they would meet up with a group of elves. All hailing from the Thornborn tribe in Rashal, these elves had mismatched eyes that were reminiscent of the twins Aura and Marë. One of the elves revealed that only those of the Thornborn tribe had such distinctive eyes and, though it was extremely rare for any of their kin to venture outside of their homeland, there were a few cases of such things happening. Before parting ways, the Thornborn elves promised to keep an eye out for the children.

Arriving back in Fall Harbor, the party would find the atmosphere very festive. A carnival, with games and acrobats and all other manner of delightful things, was in town. The star attraction, a performance by the Menagerie, would happen right at dusk. While they all waited, Kalza helped Gaylin make potions, Bell and Ic tested them, and Feyd and Selenia prepared for the worst (by using Feyd’s alchemy jug to make poison for Selenia’s darts and crossbow).

Nearing the tent later that night, the party split into three groups- Kalza and Ic went in to hide amongst the crowd, Bell and Queg stood outside to distract any passers-by, and Selenia and Feyd went to the backstage area to look for Zeb. As the performance began, though, the audience quickly fell into a trance-like state. Kalza and Ic being unaffected by the spell being cast, their plan changed from ‘make Ic’s rat go onstage’ to ‘have Ic’s rat go around biting people to snap them out of it’. Before they could fully get that plan underway, however, things went awry.

Outside, Bell’s repeated use of harmless cantrips finally triggered a wild magic effect- Everyone within a 30-foot radius, both outside the tent and inside, was turned invisible. Kalza was the first to break out of it, prompting Mirton to turn his attention to her. As he cast Crown of Madness on her, Selenia quickly took a shot at him with her crossbow. The bolt struck and Ic, following suit, cast Heat Metal on Mirton’s earrings. Before Selenia had a chance to take another shot, she was stopped by Arabella (another of the Menagerie’s members), who unsuccessfully tried to strike her with a whip. Not wanting to harm her former friend, Selenia tried to merely subdue the gnome instead of attacking.

The tent suddenly erupted into flames as Bell, having previously been using Mage Hand to toss a flask of oil up into the air, cast Burning Hands on it. Lisandra, as well as four of the audience members, were caught in the blaze and killed. As the flames raged on, a gravely wounded Mirton tried to sneak away. Feyd, having been in the middle of fighting the tiefling, knocked him out with one blow. Bell’s Catapult spell finished him off, and his use of Twinned Spell allowed him to do the same to Arabella.

From near where Lisandra’s charred remains lay, there came a voice. Somehow both hollow and filled with rage. “What did you do?”

As Selenia dispelled the invisibility, the voice was revealed to be that of Jasper, a halfling and one of the other founding members of the Menagerie.

And that’s where we’ll pick up...as soon as I can write the next entry.