#delight party mel

[illusionsym]

231021 DElight Party in Melbourne cr avocado_strawberry

[hexb0nes]

“this is a bit silly, don’t you think?” viktor questions you, as you hand him another sweater to try on, “an ugly sweater contest? i have never such a thing.”

“relax, vik,” you hum, “it’s a holiday tradition! jayce and everyone else is doing, too.”

viktor glances down at the sweater in his hands, bony fingers feeling the soft fabric, “did you make this one yourself?” he asks.

“maybeeeee…” you giggle. viktor offers you a small smile, “i’ll wear this then.”

you grinned in delight, “well, get it on! we don’t have much time until the party starts.”

... ... ...

“oh. my. gods,” mel’s baffled expression forces you to stifle back laughter, “what in the world is he wearing?”

“i don’t know what you mean,” you chuckle, nursing a toasty cup of hot chocolate in your hands, “it’s just a sweater, isn’t it?”

in the distance, viktor is chatting quietly with jayce, the man of progress himself shaking with suppressed laughter. on the pretty red sweater, three photographs of jayce are attached with the word ‘ho’ pointing at him.

“you made that, didn’t you?” mel snorts.

“yup!” you proudly proclaim.

“…think you could make me one?”

“absolutely.”

[sweetflanfiction]

Asymetrical Symphony - Part 20

Universe: Arcane (LOL)

Pairing: Viktor x reader

Summary: You had been on the rooftop with Jayce and the Herald and somehow you were sent to a place where things can be different with your help

Disclaimers and Warnings: If you want me to tag you on the chapters let me know! Also leave a comment with your thoughts :D Not finished, not proofread. English isn't my 1st language. All I know about LOL is from google and all I know about Arcane is taken from the show, so inacuracies will be plenty. I have a sort of idea on how to I'm gonna go with magic and runes, so bear with me. The reader will be written as GN (going by they/them) to get everyone involved, but if you see any discrepancies let me know.

Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5 • Part 6 • Part 7 • Part 8 • Part 9 • Part 10 • Part 11 • Part 12 • Part 13 • Part 14 • Part 15 • Part 16 • Part 17 • Part 18 • Part 19

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Alena's amused chuckle made you feel a little at ease when she placed her hands on the sheets and pulled them away after adding a mint medical mask on her face.

“So…” She started talking at the same time her gloved hands touched skin, and you took a deep breath. “...you go from wanted criminal to the heir of an up-and-coming minor house. And if that's not enough, you are buddies with the great founders of Hextech, one of whom is a councillor.”

"You forgot that I am also the center of a lot of gossip." You kept your eyes on her hands, almost willing them to keep being human.

"I know!" Her eyes squinted in delight, and she let her hands stay there for a moment. "Rags to riches!"

“What can I say?” You relaxed as the weight, warmth, and feel of her hand became normal against you.

She subtly nodded, her eyes becoming soft and then shifting to a more jovial and casual gaze. Her hands slowly made their way towards the bandages on your wounds. 

“Mmm…How about... how's the view from up there?” She joked, and you felt her slowly peel off one of the bandages.

“Heh...Not particularly exciting. A lot of egos and dinner parties." You rolled your eyes, and Alena inspected the wounds, poking at the one she had unbandaged. 

You nodded, signaling you were alright, and she kept going.

"I would love to be a fly on the wall." She stopped prodding and looked straight at you, eyes swimming with humor.

"Trust me...It's not that thrilling. You go to one, you go all. After a few of those, even the gossip becomes stale."

"I don't believe that." She pushed a small wheeled tray that one left next to the bedside table and started to clean the wound. You flinched at the sting, and she looked at you. 

Alena grabbed a new sterile bandage and glued it in place, moving towards another. It didn't hurt or make your mind jump through the hoops of panic, but it was uncomfortable, mostly because the wounds felt foreign. Like when you'd discover a paper cut that you didn't know you had. 

"I've heard the story that I am the illegitimate daughter of my mother about a hundred times. Or that I am only here for her money."

"They tell you that to your face?" She sounded shocked.

"Nah...but they say it to Mel's face, who then tells it to Jayce, who then tells it to Viktor, who then tells it to me." You rolled your eyes. "Sometimes, Jayce just skips the Viktor part and goes straight to me."

"Imagine that... Having the councilors of this great city doing your dirty work." You both laughed at her tone. 

“Sky Young.” You looked up at Alena. “Do you know how she is? Viktor told me she was a little shocked with what happened, but nothing more.”

“Miss Young is a little shaken up, yes, but other than that, healthy. The doctors are advising her to stay at home for a couple of days." Alenas restarted her wound inspections, her hands no longer feeling strange to your skin. "I believe that seeing someone get shot by three bolts is not exactly in her job description. She was brought in with you. According to the two hex-heads, she fainted." 

Alena started on the last wound and took a deep breath, and you noticed she was looking at the last wound with curiosity and doubt.

"Hex-heads?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.

"The heads of Hextech." She winked at you, and you shook your head.

"Ah! I gotta keep that one for next time."

"I'll be here all night." 

“Well, whatever they got in the water over on the top Topside, it got you healing fast." You moved your neck to try and peek at the wounds, Alena moving her hand to let you see. "When they admitted you, you were on the straight and narrow to get a blood transfusion ASAP."

They looked like ugly brown holes in your skin, scabby and slightly angry. The edges were still red, but they looked healthy from where you sat. Your eyes shifted to her questioning.

"They look like they were healing for a week; it's been 2 days. You should start selling whatever they have been giving you to eat or drink." She sounded like she was laughing, but something in her voice told you there was something there, a little ping in her tone that gave it a twang of suspicion. You've heard it in Viktor's accent before; it was unmistakable.

“I felt them go through me.” You lied easily with one hand pointing to the back, and Alena nodded.

"Those are healing just as well, if not faster." There it was, the little hint that there was something she wasn't telling you. "I saw them before you woke up when your knight in a shining cane went to the cafeteria."

She resumes her ministrations, cleaning and redressing the remaining wound. Her fingers were gentle but efficient, not lingering more than needed.

“They look almost cauterized." She poked one harder, and you flinched. "Sorry."

You shook your head, dismissing it, now more interested in what she was thinking than the discomfort. There was a glint in her eyes, and you were the best friend of two scientists; some of their curiosity was bound to rub off on you.

She sighed and redressed the last wound, then she looked at the clock in the room and leaned a hip on your bed.

"Is that one special?" You joked when she took more time on that one than the rest.

"Oh. No... Sorry." She straightened up, and you raised both your eyebrows.

"Oh come on now, don't keep me in suspense here. What's going on?"

Uh-oh.

“Councilor Tallis...Jayce...says it was in did cauterized by the bolt because he was working on some crystals."

“You don’t sound very convinced.” She gave you a one-shoulder shrug very similar to those that Viktor gave when he knew something and he wanted to tell you, but you had to fish it out of him. “Go on…”

“What do you know of magic?” She asked, looking at the last wound and refreshing it with the whitest bandage you’ve ever seen. 

“Well, my Babička…Grandmother…Knew someone who had magic. He had come to Zaun when my grandmother was still a child, and he was already very old, and that’s how she knew he had to be magic.”

“That's not a type of medicine you study in nursing school.” You tried to make a joke, quickly hiding your shock at her question.

"Well, you wanted to know." She shrugged and started to clean up the tray, taking off her mask in the process.

"Alright. I don't know much." You lied, flexing your scarred hand under the sheets. "I know fairytales and old stories.”

Alena looked at you, her eyes bright with excitement over telling this story to someone. With every word, her accent became closer and closer to the Zaunite lilt. You noticed her tidying up task became more of an excuse to be here than anything else. 

 “Your grandmother knew someone was a mage because he was old?” You hit the button to bring your bed head upwards slightly, your neck already in pain from craning it up.

“No…Well, yes. Because every time she saw him, he was always old.” She grabbed a small cotton ball and embedded it with alcohol, slowly cleaning anything she could find on that tray. “She would talk to him sometimes, and he never denied he was magic.”

“Did he ask her for money? Because that sounds like a scam to me.” You grinned at her.

“That’s because you are a topsider…” She joked, and you nodded after a while, recognizing the jab as true. “Anyway, he wandered around Zaun for a while carving strange symbols into the stone of certain places in the Undercity. Not just stone. Some people say they saw him write things in the air. Sometimes he would disappear for years at a time and then reappear, carve another symbol, and puff…gone.”

“Sounds like an asshole…leaving your grandmother hanging like that.” You joked, and she snorted, shrugging nonchalantly.

It amused you to no end that her accent became deeper and more pronounced with each word, and at the same time you were apprehensive about the old man.

“Yes, but one time she says she asked him what the symbols were, and he just said ‘kouzelnictví’...magic...”

“He answered that with that exact word? He was a Zaunite?!”

“Well, I’m sure Zaun is not the only place in Runeterra with that tongue. Besides, if he is magic, I suppose he can talk in any language, no?"

"Anyway, she asked him what the last symbol he had carved was, and he said 'oheň'...fire.” She became more excited, leaving the tools on the tray and starting to talk with her hands. “And my grandmother got scared. Most of Zaun at the time was very flammable. But he told her that fire is not always bad. It is what people in a snowstorm desire the most, the warmth of a fire. It could destroy but also be used to weld and create beautiful, perfect things.” 

“...Fire heals more than it destroys.” She said with finality and showed you the skin on her wrist. "Grandmother opened an apothecary not long after, and after that everyone in the family became a healer."

You frowned, pensive, your eyes unfocusing on her for a moment. 

The ceiling in red tones, the soft boiling sound, the black cracks, the burning sensation in your abdomen. All fire-related.

Your eyes focused on her exposed wrist and widened, a single breath caught in your throat.

Tattooed on her wrist was a familiar shape. In bright reds and oranges was a mirrored and smaller version of the rune that had appeared on the ceiling of the lab. You wanted to touch it but were afraid you would unwillingly speak it, making it jump out of her skin and do something.

“And how can you heal someone with fire?” Alena turned her sleeve back down, and you looked at her, eyes still wide. “Cauterizing. You can stop something as dangerous as a lost limb by burning the stump. Your body temperature flares up to fight infections.”

For a second you just blinked at her, your mind reeling at the thought of this old mage going around Zaun drawing runes. 

"You think I was healed by magic?" You managed to splurt out in your state of astonishment. 

"I don't know, but... I saw the wounds when you arrived; they were burned on the edges, and then the healing process? It's too quick to be natural." She came closer to you and whispered. "If you ask me, they were doing something with magic... real magic! The ancient kind, not their usual kind."

"A twelve-sided—" 

"What other runes... did your grandma know?"

"Oh..." She stopped for a while, her eyes searching for an answer. "She didn't mention it anymore, but as she got older, she got obsessed with dodecahedrons, and when we asked her about it, she always talked about the old man."

Your face dropped when a memory of a blackboard with twelve bullet points on it flashed into your brain. 

You laughed as naturally as you could, and she grinned back at you. The casual conversation was interrupted by someone calling Alena on the hospital speaker. You found out then she also didn't have a last name.

"Twelve facets of the arcane." You mumbled, and Alena's eyes narrowed. "The arcane has twelve basic facets, sides...like a dodecahedron..."

"So you do know about magic..."

"I only connected it now. They use it in hextech. Or tried to...I don't know..."

"Oh, spilling secrets now are we?" She joked, but when your face didn't accompany her humor, she paused. "Are you alright?"

"Yes. Sorry." You tried to quickly put yourself together. "Viktor and I were talking about it the other day, and now you talked about it... I was just surprised by the coincidence."

"Oh! Well, maybe I am right and you were healed by it...You call on it, and it answered."

"Duty calls." She patted your knee. "I'll check back on you later. You should rest before visiting hours; I'm sure at least your mother will want to barrel in here."

You laughed softly and nodded.

Alena opened the door and waved back at you, clipboard in hand, and waved at you, completely oblivious to the running thoughts in your head.

“Oh... Wait..." You called when she reached the door. "Do you…Can you tell me where these symbols are?”

“Mmmm. Sorry. I wouldn't know. They probably built over them. If it's even true." She gave you a sad smile.

“Yeah, you're right.” 

You hadn't lied to her...not completely. You and Viktor had indeed talked about this. Just not in this dimension.

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[mxbbadperson]

(warning: objectification and fetishization)

...you know the idea where jayce gives viktor his last name and everyone thinks they're married? well...

of course viktor knows what having jayce's last name and being called his partner looks like, has told jayce what it looks like, but jayce just shrugged and said they're not actually so really it's not a problen, that's just a weird rumor. viktor shakes his head and lets him be, he knows what the consequences of jayce not thinking this through will bite him in the ass later

and it does lol because the first time jayce gets together w/ someone, people thinks he's a cheater and they're convinced of that when jayce gets together w/ other people. has a partner but is a serial cheater? oh, fuck no

(when people from the undercity hear of viktor they're proud of him, that's their man of progress! so when they hear abt what jayce is doing well. the people of the undercity heavily dislike jayce) (viktor is seen as the similarly brilliant inventor but not equal to jayce bc he's the poor spouse suffering his husband's infidelity w/ dignity. is it not so tragic yet so admirable?! yes, there's lurid penny dreadfuls of him and jayce both in piltover and in zaun and yes, sky has seen them and... yes, she has bought and read them)

(and of course mel knows, this is a public relations disaster unseen before! but... mel won't help bc jayce brougut this onto himself and... mel finds it all so funny lol she is delighted when sky starts handing her penny dreadfuls abt the men of progress. is this why councilor hoskel likes bribes?)

it finally comes to a head at a party when a man asks viktor if he's ok with jayce flirting w/ someone and it takes the implication of jayce being unfaithful that viktor gets what the man is talking abt. viktor is... amused, and tells the man that jayce can do whatever he wants, it is, what do people say? an open relationship. and the man pauses. then if it's an open relationship... the man looks viktor over, can i bring you home?

viktor pauses. he probably shouldn't, he's already said enough w/ the open relationship thing and this will fuel it. but this man is rather handsome... viktor says yes and the next morning, everyone is in a tizzy. it was open rationship after all?! so scandalous! yet... so intriguing, is it bc viktor talis is a zaunite?

and it's like the flood gates have opened bc after it, whenever viktor goes to a party, men start propositioning him left, right and center. viktor is baffled, he knows he's attractive but this is a bit much isn't it? he rejects most of them and somehow that just makes men want him more. bc of course the zaunite man of progress is picky! he's beautiful and brilliant and he won't be satisfied so easily!

and it escalates even further, when a man flirts w/ viktor. in front of jayce. well. not actually in front of jayce, jayce was approaching viktor when he overheard it but! it's the same thing, ok, it's the same thing! jayce pauses, his mind jerking to a stop as if it's hit a bump in the road. he knows where viktor's interest lies, he has heard of what people have been saying after all! but it's so different to actually hear it. even more different when he overhears the low and considering note in viktor's voice. jayce is listening intently to viktor's conditions (clothes on, don't touch me w/out me telling you, you don't move without me telling you, don't come inside me unless i allow you too, do you understand? good boy)

viktor and jayce both go home. viktor w/ his admirer in tow and jayce w/ his head filled w/ viktor's voice. jayce can't stop thinking abt it. he admires viktor, is pleased viktor is getting the credit and praise he deserves but... this is something else. there's something hot and heavy in his chest when he thinks abt the men that viktor has allowed in his bed. and oh, this is bad, jayce knows this is bad

(mel and sky sees jayce's realization and they're delighted, eager to know what jayce will do and where this will go)

[thanks-for-the-crabapples]

Initial thoughts while watching arcane s2 act 1, spoilers below

Ep 1:

Literally in disbelief that Mel ended up alive, surely thought they were going to kill her and thus spark off Ambessa's arc

Absolutely unhinged that Viktor's last wish was for Jayce to destroy the hexcore and he uses it to save his life. There will surely be no repercussions from this action

Caitlyn and Vi hugging stfuuuuuuu

I really wish we had gotten to see Caitlyn defending Vi to the Enforcers instead of just hearing about it. I think that would've been really helpful for Cait's arc as well as made their future rift more impactful :/

That chem baron attack had me on the edge of my seat !! If they actually killed Mel in that moment I would've been so mad that I wondered about her for three years then found out she was alive then saw her die.... not yet at least :|

Okay but was the chem baron lady always that fit? Like,,,,hello

Cait and Vi fighting together is *chef's kiss*

Made a joke that Ambessa was late to the party cause she was watching her own music video to hype herself up. If only :(

Caitlyn storming in and claiming herself as a decorated officer and leader of House Kiramman to get her way holyyyyyy shit girl get it

Ep 2

These little differently animated opens are so slay

Very fun to see behind the curtain of this power grab. Love Sevika saying they don't give up their own people. She has changed somehow??

Super fun watching Sevika and Jinx reminisce about being Silco's henchwomen. They say behind every strong man, lol

Viktor waking up?!?!? Hehe he's nakey. They made Jayce give him a blanket so we wouldn't know about his arcane pee pee, sad

Affection that held us together??? Yaoi

They just love throwing more and more irreparable moments at Vi and Jinx's relationship huh? Talking about the arcade and how sad Jinx was to see Vi as an Enforcer using the gas :((((

Caitlyn's rage??? Okay girl go off. Let us see your rage. I support women's wrongs

Jinx's line about taking out the only family she has left kill me

Viktor as Jesus is not what I was expecting but I'm here for it

Ep 3:

So fascinated by the Kiramman lore and The Gray

Also, just have to say that the intro is so good and I never would have expected comfortable clothes for everyone but it's giving. Whoever put Cait in a black turtle neck thank youuuu

*kinda blacked out and missed stuff in this episode cause* CAITVI KISS LETS GO HAJAFHSJSKFK

Scientist team up is delightful

Definitely thought the temple fight was gonna be ep 9, very interesting fight and dynamic, it makes me very sad :(

"You're not my sister" ahhhhhhhh

I've taken ventilation classes before and idk how Jinx made the air do that lol

Cait and Vi break up scene, hundreds dead thousands injured. It's me, I'm dead

I'm so ready to witness all of Caitlyn's wrongs

Def blacked out most of ep 3 and missed quite a bit of note taking cause so much was happening. Can't wait to go back and process it all again. Until then I'm going to keep wallowing

[sophie1973]

I was tagged this week by my usual suspects Mel @onthewaytosomewhere, Jamie @stellarmeadow and @iboatedhere

Today I'm offering a little snippet of the Birthday fic I posted yesterday for May @itsmaybitheway

You can also read it HERE on AO3

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The front door slams with a sudden, jarring bang, and they both startle. Their intimate moment is brutally interrupted, and they regretfully let go of each other. “Dad! Papi!” Emilia June Fox-Claremont-Diaz, their little hurricane, bursts into the kitchen, her curly chestnut hair bouncing with each step and a beaming smile lighting up her pretty face, radiating her excitement. “What’s with the banshee wail? And by the way, you’re paying for that hole you just made in the entry wall," Alex says, a hint of a smile on his lips. Millie completely ignores him. “You’ll never guess who is coming to Austin in July,” she exclaims, her voice high-pitched and vibrating with excitement.  “The Queen of England,” Henry quips, and Alex snorts.

In most households, this might be taken as a joke, but not in theirs. The Queen of England was actually coming to spend a fortnight with her son, son-in-law, and granddaughter. Millie rolls her eyes. “Haha. I thought Papi talked to you about the dad jokes. Anyway, I love Grandma, but no, it’s October Sun. Can you get a ticket, please? Please, please, please?” She gives Alex her best puppy eyes and pouty lips, a tactic she knows works better on him than on Henry. To be fair, Henry is far from immune himself, but since Alex always had a hard time refusing his little girl anything, Henry had to step in from time to time and be the reasonable parent. To be even more fair, Henry sometimes couldn’t say no either, and Alex was the level-headed party. Thankfully, they had managed to find a perfect balance over the years. “Wait, which one is October Sun? Is that the band with the lead singer who looks like Dad?” Alex asks, and Henry can't help but sigh. “Yes! Just, you know, much younger.” “Delighted to hear I’m a decrepit version of a boy band singer,” Henry says, taking offense. He is not even 40 years old, for fuck’s sake. But he supposes that it seemed dreadfully ancient in the eye of a 14-year-old girl.

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Tension Snaps at PECSA ~Soft!Bratty!Sub!Melissa Schemmenti xSoft!Dom!Barbara Howard

Tension between Barb and Mel finally snaps at the PECSA teacher conference…A marvelous collab with @dopenightmaretyphoon !! It was a pleasure writing this with you, my dear 💞 In this, Barbara is not married and Melissa is not seeing Gary.

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, soft!dom/soft!sub relations, kissing, fingering, eating out, drinking, age gap (all legal), etc.

Enjoy (;

Melissa and Barbara always enjoyed PECSA. It was their time together to have drinks and socialize with little to no after thought of their actions.

They arrived at the teacher convention like any other year, both picking up hotel keys. They had to stop by the convention for the usual announcement of their presence, before scurrying to the elevator. The ride up was pleasant enough, but both women were giddy and impatient. This year the two women’s rooms were right next to each other with a connecting door.

They got to their rooms and just dumped their rooms, having agreed to meet by the pool bar in thirty minutes for ice cream, a hot tub, and some drinks, and then the party. Melissa took the time to readdress her make up and put on her favorite pink swimsuit and a lime green cover up.

The red head walked back downstairs and to the pool, where she found the dark-skinned brunette, adorned in a pink swim fit. Barbara had already secured two lounge chairs and was lounging her heart away in pure bliss. She halted and stared for a second. Then Melissa took a sharp left to the bar, trying to control the sudden blush spreading on her face. She went straight for the bar and got two drinks. On her return to the older teacher, the red head handed her a drink and sat down next to her.

“Thank you, Dear.” Barb’s silky voice hummed.

“Of course, Barb. Wouldn’t be PECSA weekend without alcohol, now, would it?” Melissa hummed, trying to hide her blush from the nickname as it warmed her heart.

The two women lounged by the pool, eventually getting some ice cream and dipping into the hot tub for a bit, before they ended up back in their lounge chairs. They had refilled their drinks twice by now. As the time flew by, Melissa checked her phone for the time

“45 minutes to the party. 46 minutes till I am the party.” The red head coyly mused aloud, taking a sip of her drink once more.

“Just enough time to shower and raid the minibar.” Barbara hummed in delight right alongside the redhead, giving her a mischievous look at the mentioning of more alcohol.

Melissa nodded and chuckled in approval, raising her glass for a toast.

“Long live PECSA weekend.” she declared, as Barbara happily clinked her glass with the woman’s.

“Yeah...!” The brunette enthusiastically agreed.

In those 45 minutes, the two women went back up to their rooms, showered, and changed. This was when Melissa knocked on the connecting door, and Barbara opened her side to find the red head mischievously smirking, while wiggling the six or so small minibar alcohol bottles.

Melissa couldn’t help but gaze at the woman standing in front of her. She was wearing a turquoise pants suit, with a rather low-cut green shirt (or at least rather low cut for Barbara). She was adorned by gold jewelry. The brunette chuckled and grabbed her stash as well.

“Love the fit.” Melissa managed to get out, trying not to sound weird, desperate, or anything like that.

Now, Barbara took the time to take in the red heads outfit of the night. She was wearing a tight leopard print dress with a deep V-neck. Her eyes wandered for a few seconds before shooting back up to the red heads gaze.

“And I must say Melissa, you put yourself together rather nicely.”

The compliment made Melissa mutter a thank you while blushing a little too strongly for her taste. The two women then made their way downstairs to the party, but not before stopping to grab themselves each a drink. Once they made it down to the party, both women had to question their presence as they searched for some seats.

Luckily for the two, they ended up sitting next to the Dawn Nichols, owner of Nichols School Supplies. It was all going well until Melissa’s sister, Kristin Marie, made an appearance, causing Melissa to storm off in frustration. Barbara thanked Dawn and then swiftly went after the red head. By now, both women had had three math-a-ritas each, along with all the pool drinks.

Barbara eventually found Melissa and calmed her down with another drink and some walking laps around the convention. When the red head was ready, the older brunette led her back to their previous table to settle things with Kristin Marie. Just as the two were about to start going off at each other full gang war style, a woman bumped into Kristin, commenting on her outfit. This infuriated both sisters, and Barbara watched with a big ole’ tipsy grin, as the two tore the woman to shreds.

~~~

After a few hours both women were too tipsy and had had enough. Agreeing to have a few more drinks in Melissa's room they headed to the elevator.

“As beautiful as you look in your outfit hon, you might be more comfortable if you change...” Barbara tried to hide her blush from Melissa’s comment and nods.

“You’re probably right, I’ll come to yours in five minutes.”

Melissa nodded and headed to her own room. Four minutes and two seconds later, not that Melissa counted or anything, Barbara walked in wearing a silk top and matching shorts. Barbara smiled and ran her eyes over the red head who was wearing an old jersey and shorts. The brunette remembered the jersey as Christmas present, she had brought Melissa many years ago.

“Take a picture it will last longer...” Melissa commented, pulling Barbara from her trance and she laughed,

“You know I’d end up taking a picture of myself like with those silly tablets”

Melissa laughed and patted the space next to her which Barbara happily took showing the red head the bottle of wine she had brought

“I thought we might drink and learn a little more about each other...” Barbara soft voice filled Melissa’s ear as she turned to look at the older teacher sat beside her.

“Learn more about each other? Barb, you know everything there is to know about me.”

Barbara smirked.

“Come on Schemmenti... I didn’t learn your middle name until two years go...!”

The red head shrugged her shoulders, knowing Barbara was right, but also knowing that there was nothing else for Barbara to find out. The cork hitting the wall pulled Melissa from her thoughts and she looked over to the older teacher who had a massive grin on her face

“What was it you said earlier? Wouldn’t be PECSA weekend without alcohol...?”

Without another word, Barbara took a sip from the bottle, a little falling out of the side of her mouth. Melissa easily leaned over and wiped it away, but didn’t make any effort to move her hand away. Melissa looked between Barbara’s lips and eyes.

“Kiss me.”

Neither woman was sure who said it, but they both felt themselves leaning in. Barbara was the one to close the gap. Melissa nearly moaned when she felt the older women’s lips on hers. Barbara felt herself being pushed back onto the bed and happily laid down, wrapping her arms around the younger teacher.

“Are you sure about this Mel? We really don’t have to if you don’t want to...” The older brunette breathed out.

Melissa nodded so fast that if they weren’t in their current position Barbara would have laughed. The red head placed soft kisses along Barbara’s neck who happily tilted her head to give the younger woman more access. Barbara allowed the assault on her neck to continue for a few minutes until she flipped them both over and delighted in the gasp that Melissa let out.

“I’ve been waiting for this for too long to go slow.” The older teacher whispered in the younger ear as she felt the red head shiver underneath her hold.

Barbara slid her hands under Melissa’s shirt.

“You don’t know what that damn dress did to me...”

Melissa breath hitched as she felt Barbara’s slightly cold hands run over her stomach and towards her breasts.

“Please Barb, I need you...”

The red head lifted her arms showing the older women what she wanted. Understanding what Melissa wanted, Barbara pulled the jersey off and bit her lip at the sight in front of her.

Melissa lifted her hips and whined “Please, I’ll beg if you want me too, but just please touch me”

Leaving kisses all over Melissa chest and stomach, Barbara reached the waist band of the red head’s shorts and looked at Melissa. The red head quickly understood, nodding and lifting her hips to help Barbara. Pulling down the shorts, the older women moaned at the sight in front of her. Deciding to take a taste, Barbara licked a strip from Melissa’s slit to her clit, listening to soft moan Melissa let out.

The brunette reveled in the light sound that she had managed to pull from the woman below her. She wanted to see what other noises she could bring forth from those plump and luscious lips. But first, Barbara came back up to Melissa’s face, connecting her lips to the red head’s lips once more. The older teacher greedily swallowed all the whimpers that Melissa let slip, as the one woman’s tongue entangled itself with the other.

Melissa breathily moaned at the taste of herself on Barb’s tongue and lips, but she needily pushed the older woman away from one set of lips and down to her other, aching ones. The red head’s hand found home in Barb’s short locks, pushing her down and closer to her needy sex. The older woman did not need to be told twice. She merely hummed in recognition, lowering her mouth to Melissa’s drenched pussy once more.

“This is probably a bad idea...” Melissa breathily moaned, “We’re drunk and not thinking straight...”

“Probably...” Barbara groaned, before dipping her tongue back into the red head's folds.

Melissa, pushing all her thoughts backwards, reveled in the feeling of Barbara in between her legs. Barbara nipped at Melissa’s clit making the red head whimper at the feeling of pain and pleasure.

“Please Barb I need your fingers...”

Not wanting to tease the woman anymore, Barbara gently pushed her middle finger into Melissa, causing the red head to whimper even more. Barbara leaned up and kissed Melissa, trying to convey all her emotions into the kiss. The younger women bucked her hips searching for more and the older women happily pushed her ring finger into Melissa, making sure her palm hit the other women’s clit every time she pushed back in.

Melissa’s moans gradually got louder, as she got closer and closer to the edge. Barbara could feel Melissa getting close and curled her fingers finding that spot inside Mel that would have made her scream if Barb hadn’t stopped it with a passionate kiss. Melissa threw her head back, suddenly cumming all over Barbara’s fingers.

“Good girl, you’re taking me so well”

Melissa felt her face burn at the praise and felt a fresh wave of arousal take over her body. Melissa’s mind went blank when she felt Barbara continue her assault on her aching hole.

"Oh God Barb please please don’t stop...!” Melissa groaned, continually jerking her hips to meet the brunette’s digits.

The older woman then slid a third finger into the red head’s precious pussy, making the woman keel over in over stimulatory pleasure.

“That’s it, good girl... Think you can give me one more?” Barbara husked.

“Yes yes GOD yessss--!!” she chanted.

Barbara was able to bring the other woman over the edge for the second time. Her screams were music to the older woman’s ears. It left Melissa breathless, sweaty, and blissed out. Proud of her work, Barbara pulled her fingers out of the red head’s heat and licked them clean with the biggest grin on her face. At the older woman’s reaction, Melissa playfully growled. Suddenly, the red head was on top of Barbara.

“Your turn...” she lustfully growled.

At this, the brunette lustfully chuckled, bringing her cold hands to the woman’s perky tits and teasingly caressing them.

“I don’t disagree... But don’t you forget who's in charge...”

At the skin-to-skin contact, Melissa mewled desperately, her eyes rolling back in pleasure.

“You’re wearing too many clothes...” Mel breathlessly exclaimed, her hands then frantically moving to remove the older teacher’s silk pj set.

Barbara aligned her hands with the red head’s, she steadied the other woman as she frantically removed and threw the garments to the floor. Melissa whimpered as she finally felt her skin on Barb’s.

Melissa quickly attached her hot mouth to Barbara’s nipple, teasingly licking and biting causing the older women to whimper and tangle her hands in the head of red hair.

“Mel... Baby... Be a good girl and make me feel good.”

Melissa happily listened and kissed down Barbara’s body making sure to leave small love bites in her wake. Choosing not to tease the older women anymore, the red head dragged her tongue from Barb’s slit to her clit causing the older women to dig her nails into Melissa’s scalp. Melissa pushed her tongue into Barbara’s aching hole. Neither was sure who moaned louder, but they were both happy about the situation. Mel brought her thumb up to Barb’s clit and started to rub small tight circles. Barbara threw her head back letting out loud moans alongside Melissa’s name.

“Fu-fuck yes! Don’t stop Mel…!!”

Melissa curled her tongue trying to find the spot that would make Barbara scream, the older tugged at the red locks as Mel found the spot and kept hitting it. Barbara bucked her hips so much she was practically fucking Melissa’s face. The younger women couldn’t get enough of the older women’s moans.

Barb toppled over the edge with a loud and sinful cry, and Melissa happily drank up all the juices that now freely flowed from the brunettes glistening pussy. Melissa lifted her head and looked at the beautiful sight in front her, Barbara panting and legs slightly shaking.

“You look beautiful hon”

Barb couldn’t help but smile and blush at the red head’s genuine complement. The older woman then brought the red head back up to her lips, connecting them together and moaning at her own taste. The two pulled away breathlessly.

“Thank you, dear. Really, thank you...” Barbara breathed out.

It was Melissa’s turn to blush lightly and she nodded.

“Maybe you want to stay for the night...?”

The brunette’s eyes widened at the prospect and her mouth went dry.

“I--I’d quite like that”

Both women then smiled lovingly, getting under the covers together with their bodies intertwined. Melissa hummed in delight, cuddled into Barbara and fell asleep.

~~~

Melissa Schemmenti Masterlist

Barbara Howard Masterlist ~Coming Soon (;

[willowbee-brook]

I know I'm slightly late to the party, but this season finale of Bake Off is ripping my heart out. All 3 finalists and all the things their families are saying about them are so wholesome and loving. Like, I want them all to win and I just... I know we agree that Bake Off has maybe gone down since Mary Berry and Sue/Mel softness, but this is what I absolutely love about this show. (I will say Allison is an absolute delight- definitely brings back some lighthearted and encouraging traits that Mel and Sue brought to the show. I will always love Noel because he's sweet and not afraid to be weird)

This is why I love baking- giving someone a cupcake I made just to make them smile makes my Grinch-y heart grow 3 times it's size. It's so sweet to watch someone learn and grow and create. It's one of my favorite things about being a human and showing my small collection of favorite people how much I love them.

Also, Noel just straight up said Paul and Prue were off to have sex, so there's that.

[jpitha]

Just a Little Further 16

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15

The group of Administrators - former Adminstrators? No, I'll still need Administrators. These though? Maybe? - leads us through the promenade of the Starbase, past the gawking crowds. Now that they're pretty sure I'm not going to start a riot or a war, I have a lot more curious onlookers following a... respectful distance behind. We continue on through the promenade towards a...

group of shops?

They're small, ramshackle shops, selling hot food and other small trinkets. If tourists came to this Starbase, I'd call it a tourist trap but I have a feeling that many locals rely on places like this for their daily meals no matter how much the Aviens and Mariens say there is plenty of food.

We stand in front of a shop where one of the Insect people is frying something in a large, shallow pan with a flame under it. Oh!

"Rapid River Roaring, what is the name of this species of sapient?" I ask.

"They are known to us as Azurians."

I look at the Azurian. They are making small efficient movements, transferring food to the large fryer, turning them quickly, and then another moves the cooked food to a rack to dry.

"Good day, may I have one of those?" I ask gently.

"2 Skys, exact change." They say without looking up. I make a show of patting my pockets dramatically, and then look at The Smell Of the Ocean and raise an eyebrow.

"You stand in the presence of a Builder! Know your place!" He barks at the Azurian at the fryer.

The Azurian lazily looks up at them, then over at me with my royal blue outfit and crown and wings, and then back to The Small Of the Ocean and says "1 Sky then. Discount."

I tip my head back and laugh. Really, I love these Azurians. I need to make sure they're taken care of. They don't care a single bit about who I am. I look again at Ocean and say "Well? Pay them please. I would like to try what they're cooking."

Ocean looks at me with a shocked expression. I'm sure they had not planned on this when their day started, but even for that they're still surprised.

You are not how they expect a Builder to be.

Good. Maybe they'll stop trying to treat me like they already know how I'm going to react.

Ocean takes out a small purse and digs around and takes out a small, green, metallic coin. They plunk it into the box next to the fryer, and the Azurian who was removing the cooked treats hands me one. It's hot and oily and crunchy and delightful.

"These are so good!" I say around a mouthfull of food. I swallow and look at the Azurians cooking. "Thank you so much, those are amazing." I turn to Ava, Mei and Fer'resi. "You need to try these. Ocean, buy three more!"

The Azurian looks up again. "2 Skys each since they're not Holy."

I look at Ocean again and raise an eyebrow. They dive into their purse and pull out six more coins. Three fried treats are produced, and everyone tries them.

Ava gobbles hers down. "Melody! You're right, these are amazing! We have to make sure we can get more from them. I wonder if they'll give us the recipe?"

"Probably, but I know we can't get the ingredients back home." I say with a smile.

"Well then, we'll just have to stay here. These are worth opening up a trade relationship with the folks at home. Mel, Fer'resi, what do you think?"

I look over and the food is gone. Both of them practically inhaled them. Mei'la is grinning "Melody they're amazing! They taste...familiar. Like a food we eat during one of the festivals."

Fer'resi nods. "It's very similar to the fried treats we eat during... The Ceasing." He thinks a moment.

"The Ceasing?" I ask.

"These days, it's a harvest holiday. When the work in the fields cease and we take a week or two before rotating to our next fields so as to not overwork the soil. It's a time to get together with family and have a party, visit with your neighbors, that kind of thing. There were records of the holiday being related to something else in the old religion, but most people figured it was always a harvest holiday, but now I wonder."

"What, like celebrating the closure of the Gate?" I ask.

"Yes, maybe it originally celebrated when the Builders ceased coming."

Fer'resi looks at his empty skewer thoughtfully. "Well, we can research the history of K'laxi religion later I suppose. And as delicious as these were, why are we here?"

Actually, he's right. I turn to Ocean. "Other than the snack break, why are we here, Ocean?"

With a sigh, he walks between the stands. We follow.

The people running the stands stare as we weave through them, but nobody stops us or even asks what we are doing. The benefits of being a Builder with the station Administrators I guess. We reach the wall behind the stands and The Smell of the Ocean looks at Rapid River Roaring. "It's around here, isn't it?"

Rapid River Roaring nods "Yes, but neither we or any of the Mariens could work out how to open it." They turn to look at me. "Empress, the entrance to the Throne is around here, but as we are not Builders...we don't know how to open the door."

I look out at the wall. It looks ancient. Like it's been here forever. Soot and dust cling to the walls. There has to be a switch or a lever or something right?

No. It's designed for a Builder to open.

Yes, but I've been a builder for what, two full days at this point and Empress for one? I don't know what I'm doing.

Think like an Empress. Think like a Builder.

Ugh, that doesn't help. Everything I've felt so far as shown me that they're self righeous, demanding people who just... get what they... want.

Is it really that easy?

I look up at the wall again. We seem to be in the middle as near as I can tell. Over on one side, it goes for 10 meters or so and then ends in a decoration that looks a little like a pillar. I turn and look at the other side and... yes, it's the same.

This isn't a wall, it's the door.

I look at the door now, and think about it. It looks like it would slide into the floor, or up into the ceiling. I bet it hasn't been opened in millennia. I don't want to hurt anyone who has set up shop here.

Think like a Builder, Melody. What do Builders do? They Build.

Okay okay. Let's think. If I have enough Nanites that I can make clothes for myself and my friends and I can make a frigging glowing crown and wings then there is probably enough to be able to...

I look at the wall and concentrate. Think like a Builder they say. Fine.

A breeze erupts from me and a light fog flows around my feet towards the wall. It clings to the wall until it covers an area that would be a comfortable doorway. A moment passes, and

"Hey, a door!" Ava says. "How did you do that?"

I turn back to her and wink. "I'm a Builder. I have no idea." Ava giggles.

Mei'la looks at the hole. "What happened to the matter in the wall? You can't just make it disappear.

Hmm, I look around, the walls didn't seem to get thicker, and I don't think I took the wall material and rebuilt it into more nanites, but the floor... sure is dusty.

"Look at the floor Mei'la, I think it's dust now."

Drifts of dust blew at our feet as she looked. I guess it was the same color of the wall. That must be it.

I walk over to my new opening and stand there. It smells of stale air and dust. There are no lights and no air movement.

"Come on everyone, let's walk purposefully into the dark and scary hole I made into the wall without really having a good understanding about what I'm doing or how I did it!" I call out to everyone as I go through the door.

The light from the market illuminates a small patch in front of me. It's just bare, dusty floor. I look up and see... nothing. Okay, okay, think like a Builder, act like I own the place.

Because - in a very real sense - you do.

Okay, first thing I want are lights. I think about how I'd want it to be lit, and concentrate and...

There is a loud, distant humming sound and with a dramatic flourish, lights come on in the room, just the color I was thinking.

Ava pushes her way in behind me and stops dead. "Melody... is that your Throne?"

It's breathtaking. About 100 meters from us, nearly 10 meters over our heads is what can really only be described as a Throne, A wide staircase leads up to it with platforms every 10 steps or so.

The Throne itself is... massive. It's a chair made of green shimmering metal. Towering and spindly, it reaches up behind where the Empress would sit, almost organically, towards the ceiling. Touching the ceiling it spreads and branches like the roots of a tree and disappears into the ceiling. I think it's connected. Maybe data connections? It is clearly meant to impress.

Doesn't look too comfortable to sit in though.

"I think it is, Ava. At least the Throne for this Starbase. The Nanites tell me every Starbase has one."

"Do they all look like this?" She looks around, eye wide.

"I don't know. I suppose in time, I'll go and find out."

Mei'la comes in and hearing that turns to me, "So, you're going to stay? Be their Empress? After how many millennia of them not having one you'll just... show up and say 'Hey, I'm in charge now' ?"

It is your right.

"I-I think that I can do some real good here" I say, weakly.

You don't need to justify it to them.

"How Melody? You're an Information Warfare Officer, you never even had a command."

You are a Builder.

"But, look at the people here, look at the Aviens and Mariens who are in charge hate each other! It won't be long before they start shooting each other!" I'm feeling panicked and I don't know why. Mei'la is right, what am I doing?

She is nothing. You are everything

Mei'la crosses her arms. "The only person who has said that they hate each other is you Melody. Nobody else on FarReach who has been to the station has seen it."

They can't see. They won't see.

I look out through the door to the promenade. "The people that live here sure don't look like they're living a free and easy life. We met a slave! Those food vendors we bought treats from sure don't look rich to me. If you look around it looks like... poverty. Like people barely hanging on. I can fix that."

Mei'la keeps staring at me. "How Melody? How will you fix it? You don't know the first thing about how to rule."

I whirl around "Do you? Please, enlighten me then." Wow, I almost used the Voice. I have to be more careful. That was close.

I throw up my hands. "So, what do you expect me to do then, just... go home? With all this that's happened to me, with all that's been given to me, to just waste it on tricks and being able to watch movies without the subtitles? Dr. Irenimum says the Nanites can't be turned off. So now I live for who knows how long with the full package giving me the ability, the knowledge and the power to rule and... I don't?"

Mei'la looks at me, eyes wide. "Melody, what are you saying?"

Ava stands next to me and puts a hand on my shoulder. "She's saying she's an Empress now, and she intends to rule."

I nod without thinking. Ava gets it. Ava gets me. No, wait. What's going on, what am I doing? Ugh, I need a minute to think, my head hurts.

Mei'la turns away and looks over at Fer'resi. "Fer'resi, you talk some sense into her. She isn't interested in listening to me."

Hey, wait a minute, that's not fair

"Hey Mei'la, that doesn't seem fair. I've got... a lot of stuff that I've just been introduced to. I need time to... process it."

"Fine then, let's head back to FarReach, we can process it while we go to the next system." She turns to leave.

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She stops without thinking. She turns and looks at me, fearful.

I clap a hand over my mouth. Uh oh.

"Sorry! Sorry! What I mean is... No. I'm going to stay here and think things through. You can head back to FarReach if you want." I look at everyone "You can all leave, you're free to go anytime, But I'm going to keep going and see what's here for me. I need to do this."

The moment I say they're free to go, the Aviens and Mariens with me bolt. They run away as fast as they can. Ugh, good Empresses don't have their subjects run from them in terror, do they?

No, Great Empresses do.

Mei'la looks at me sadly. "Goodbye, Melody." and turns to leave. Fer'resi looks at her, then back at me, then at her. "I-I'm sorry Melody." He stammers "I-I-I need to get back to FarReach and... learn more about these translators you got us. Thank you for them, and for showing us how to wear them." Looking back one more time he leaves.

Ava smoothly transitions her hand on my shoulder into a hug. "You aren't getting rid of me that easily. I'm here to see this through. This is too cool just to give it all up and go back to FarReach and continue on like nothing's wrong." I lean into the hug. Ava knows what I need right now.

She's right. See it through.

Fine. If I'm the Empress, then I'll be the Empress. With newfound determinization, I walk up the stairs. I approach the throne and look at it.

There's no dust.

It's completely clean, how did they manage that trick? I'll have to ask the Nanites later. I turn and plant my rear end into the Throne.

I lean back in shock and gasp.

Part 17

[blujayonthewing]

17, 28, 31 and 32, for Melliywk!

17. how did they spend their summers/free time as a child?

In general, gnomish childhood is for exploration and trying new things, so a little bit of all kinds of things! But, in particular, she got into tinkering really young-- one time as a little little kid she woke up early and borrowed her dad's alarm clock to take apart; it made him late for work, but it also resulted in Mel getting her very own alarm clock, as well as her own beginner toolset and strict instructions to please ask for her own things to muck about with, lol. Her mom's the handyman of the house, so she learned a lot about various hand tools and basic repair tasks from her, and she was definitely doing rube goldberg setups and Sid Toystory type shit in her room all the time. She also has a lot of really fond memories of going out on bug collecting daytrips with her dad!

28. how do they show that they care about someone? how do they express that they don't like someone?

Melliwyk does a lot of teasing and playful banter; she's a little bit just like that in conversation in general, but for example she (lovingly) picks on Zhartook a lot, lol. She tends to be kind of self-absorbed-- not in an egoistic way but just, you know, wrapped up in her work and not really thinking about other people, so she's not always proactively caring towards others, but if she can get outside her own bubble at all once in awhile she can be surprisingly thoughtful. One of her main love languages is acts of service-- she's always delighted to put down whatever she's doing to help others when asked, and does a fair number of projects just on the basis of 'might be nice/ useful for [friend]'.

On the other hand, she's not subtle about disliking others, or even being temporarily mad at them, lol. She can be kind of a petty little shit, frankly-- biting sarcasm and cold shoulders. At the very least, she's not as warm and friendly as usual, and certainly not playful. She's had sort of a... precarious falling out with our bard that I frankly don't wanna get into but the point is it kind of doesn't feel safe for her to be obvious about her dislike for him :') But she's just sort of withdrawn from interacting with him more than she needs to, and maintains a baseline politeness at most, neither of which is too hard to manage when she can tend to be kind of a recluse anyway.

31. do they like receiving gifts? giving gifts? what is their ideal gift?

Gift giving is her other biggest love language! She loves making things, much more than she cares about having things, so she really likes making stuff for her friends, whether it's something she thinks would be useful for them or just something she thinks they might like or appreciate. She's also (usually) happy, if not excited, to get magic items into the hands of whomever in the party would make the best use of them, or to loan out hers if she's not willing to give them up permanently (like the cloak of elvenkind, which was a gift, or the ring of the depths, which has shockingly powerful magic in it for a novelty item [at-will shapechange, but only into very low level sea animals] and is an artifact of an ancient artificer she admires; she's even offered to let our fighter borrow the enchanted nightcap she literally never takes off because of chronic nightmares, if she thought it might prevent nasty people casting Dream on her to fuck with her).

She also does absolutely like receiving gifts! On the receiving end she's very much an 'it's the thought that counts' person-- any gift that the person clearly meant sincerely is going to make her happy and be greatly valued, whether it's something really thoughtful and personal or just a gag gift they thought she'd think was funny. It'd be hard to nail down a specific 'ideal gift' for her, but obviously any magic item would be top tier.

32. do they have any habits that aren't particularly self-destructive, just maybe odd?

I don't roleplay this as much as I'd like because it'd be kind of disruptive over video calls as opposed to in person, but she talks to herself a lot, in the form of thinking out loud. She was a hermit for a really long time, and kind of a loner even among others for awhile before that, so she's quite strongly in the habit of rubber-ducking to Baxter, even when he's not actually around. When they first started traveling together I imagine there was a significant adjustment period where she'd start talking conversationally through some problem, Zhartook would answer (likely in confusion), and she'd be startled and maybe a little annoyed because she's not talking to him and also not expecting any kind of response at all aside from maybe encouraging 'hmm's now and then, lol. She also talked to her house's ghost a lot, despite not believing he actually existed; 'Now cut that out' when the wind was noisy in the chimney or 'I'll be back soon, don't get into too much trouble while I'm gone' when she had to go into town, etc.

ask about my OCs :3

[winreyplace]

Winrey's Comet: A System Introduction

Cross-posted on Pillowfort here and @halfwayhealer here.

Overview

Winery's Comet is the name of both muir mediple system and the sprawling TARDIS at the heart of Mel’s personal wonderland (distinct from bondspace, despite both being within her& own head). Muir system is made up of Mel and her facets, daemons and live-in soulbonds. It is through the Comet that wei can access Mel’s immersive daydreaming, which wei are just beginning to rediscover and explore.

(Please note: Mel's soulbonding overlaps with but is not inherently part of faer plurality.)

Disclaimer: We as a system are in a state of experimental flux, and as such, much of this is subject to change and change again.

Key 💥unstable 🌟stable ⭐settled

Crew of the Comet (Members List)

Core

Name(s): Mel* (wildcard), Stardust Pronouns: she/her, fae/faer, star/star, ve/vir Summary: ⭐The core of Winrey’s Comet, a changeling whose identities include starkin, half-faekin, and cleric archetrope.

Name(s): Lianna, Lia Pronouns: she/her, fae/faer Summary: ⭐Mel’s facet, daemon, and main parame, the keeper of her sense of courage and adventure.

Name(s): Baby Mouse, Baby Mel/Melly, Baby Bop Pronouns: she/her Summary: 🌟Mel’s facet, her age regressed self and inner child.

Name(s): Lorelei, Lor Pronouns: she/her Summary: 💥Mel’s facet(?), the keeper of her sensuality, (a)sexuality, and unrealized womanhood.

Inner Orbit

Name(s): Mama Bear, Ursa Pronouns: she/her Summary: ⭐Mel’s daemon, the keeper of her values and the voice of her Wise Mind.

Name(s): Whimzy Pronouns: she/her, whim/whim, ze/zir Summary: ⭐Mel’s daemon, the keeper of her childlike wonder and boundless creative energy, the Figment to her Dreamfinder.

Outer Orbit

Name(s): The Twelfth Doctor, The Doctor, Twelve Pronouns: he/him Summary: ⭐Mel’s outsourced live-in soulbond and passionate friend. He has chosen the Comet and Winrey Place as his home to settle down and (partially) retire for the foreseeable future.

Name(s): Adam Pronouns: he/him Summary: ⭐Mel’s insourced live-in tulbond (tulpa-like soulbond) and boyfriend, who delights in being her "walking guilty pleasure".

Name(s): Dreamfinder Pronouns: he/him Summary: ⭐Mel’s outsourced live-in soulbond and mentor, still catching up to the modern era.

Name(s): Figment Pronouns: he/him or get creative! Summary: ⭐Mel’s outsourced live-in soulbond, who has all the calm and reserve of a small child’s birthday party.

Last updated 8/8/24.

[illusionsym]

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[song-writer-melo-wrath]

[momentary sadness from the fact I can't easily make one of the characters I thought would pair great with Wyll a Tav or Durge. I mean. I guess??? She'd be an elf??? But it doesn't really fit much aldkjfasl]

[realization that it gives me an excuse to make the dynamic as wack as possible]

[lots of self-indulgent ramblng ahead:]

A patron of warlocks who stumbles across the party, in hopes of making Tav/Durge/whichever Origin character is leading the party a member of her bundle of warlocks. Then she takes one look at Wyll and how Mizora has affected him and goes "oh absolutely not."

And from then on decides that her new mission is "quit your contract. join my emo band."

This is Mercy Melody Suerine. But her friends call her Melody, or Mel <3

(She also has a more human-like form but all my drawings of that form have clothes that are a bit too modern hahaha-)

She finds it sweet that he's good with kids and that he always seems to see the best in people. When she learns he's an excellent dancer, she tries to suppress a delighted gasp. Music and dance is her thing. "Does what it says on the tin" type of thing. A few of her other warlocks multi-class as bards.

Would she like it if Wyll let her be his patron instead? Of course. But she's a patron for a good bundle of warlocks already. Wyll's arc is about how he defines himself, without being a part of a pact, so she wouldn't want to diminish that character growth. But should he ever decide to ask for aid…

W: It will be a bit different, going from a Fiend patron to an Archfey patron. Anything I should start learning? M: …OH, YOU THINK I'M AN ARCHFEY? Oh, oh my goodness, Wyll, I'm so flattered! W: You...aren't? I thought, uh, with all the colours I guess- M: Ah, of course, I see, heh. No, heheee, actually. I'm an Undead! W: W: OH! M: That alright, Wyll? W: Well, I have…gotten on better terms with undead during this adventure.

And like, I'm not saying having a better patron would fix things for Wyll. But he deserves more people in his life who unconditionally have his back.

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Mel (Slovenly)

From the world of The Black Relics.

Melethril, despite typically being a party animal, sometimes faces that point in the night’s chain of events where delight turns into a bitter recollection of depressing memories.

Meta: it’s been a long time since I’ve drawn character art with this frequency so expect more of this type of stuff. I want to experiment more with different poses and drawing more elaborate backgrounds as well. I had a lot of fun drawing this one since I’ve depicted Mel, the main character of my novel, as typically being quite upbeat in the past, so I wanted to show the more dour side of her here.

05/08/2024

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We played Mario Party Superstars as part of @zacman103 's 3rd Twitch anniversary stream on the 20th August, and I decided to sketch this afterwards;

Luke (Todd) absolutely HATES Peach's Birthday cake, and shows his feelings about the board, much to Sky's (my) frustration & Mushroomer's delight! (Yes, he's riding on Brum- He's "Brumming"!) 😜

-Mel

[mudkissphotography]

THE LAST DINNER PARTY | PICTURE PARLOUR @ MCR ACADEMY

One of the most talked about bands of the year, arrived in Manchester, The Last Dinner Party, alongside the superb Picture Parlour (who I'd shot in Warrington earlier this year and was blown away by them). The crowd were dressed to kill and buzzing for this double delight, and neither band disappointed. A couple of photographers, not 9 like last time and if I am being picky I would have liked a bit more white light.

I can't wait to see them again...hurry back to the North.

“Manchester’s Academy 2 plays host to two of the most exciting up-and-coming bands of 2023” - Read the review by Cazz Blase

Katherine Parlour, lead singer with Picture Parlour possesses a really unique vocal, so distinctive, think Chrissie Hynde, Patti Smith, yet is her own person. I really want to hear more from them, they are going to be big I am certain - watch this space!.

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