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einsteinsugly · 2 years ago

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Eric and Donna, The Headcanons...

For @jackieburkhrts, because you asked. :)

-Donna taught him how to jump off the swings and how to ride a bike without training wheels, when they were little. And taught him about the birds and the bees, to Kitty's horror.

-Christmas Time is Here is their favorite Christmas song.

-Donna always kicks Eric's ass at Scrabble.

-They share flannels and hoodies. All the freaking time.

-They exchange buckets of chicken at and/or after their wedding.

-They marry at a courthouse on a whim, while traveling, but still have their "official" wedding in the Formans' backyard.

-They only go to church when they're in Point Place, or when the parents come to visit.

-They travel a lot during college, and a bit afterwards, too. And after they retire, too, but they have way more money saved up by then. Eric wants to travel the globe on a sailboat, but Donna isn't particularly receptive. Eric tries to compromise with an RV, but Donna is only vaguely receptive.

-Eric has a major midlife crisis, and it goes way beyond Hyde's mere motorcycle. Boats, cars, RVs, vacation homes. He looks at them all. Does he have enough money? Eh.

-As they age, Eric is definitely becomes the talker out of the two. Wild hand gestures and all. He also emails Donna lots and lots of memes.

-If there isn't an oopsy-daisy (like Kate in my verse), they're the DINKs of the group. Double income, no kids. Eric wants kids a year or two before Donna, and Kitty is particularly pushy about it. Fertile Myrtle won't give me grandbabies, Red!

-Eric is devastated after Return of the Jedi, and insists on making family trees to prove to the rest of the gang that he and Donna aren't related. They're thirteenth cousins.

-Donna jokes if they ever have twins, they should name them Luke and Leia. Eric is horrified, and Donna responds with a "what about Leah?" Hence, an inside joke is born (in my verse, it evolves to their daughter being named Leah).

-The names Alexander (Alex), Luke/Lucas, and Robert are the most likely candidates for boys. Katherine/Caitlin, Alexandra, Lucy, and Emma are most likely candidates for girls. Eric likes Sarah (for his little princess) and Holly, too. And Leah is in the cards (not Leia, eww), because of their little inside joke.

-When they have a kid, Eric proudly puts a "Padawan On Board" sticker on the back of his car. And Donna groans, but with a little smile.

-After the Luke and Leia debacle, Eric insists that he and Donna are Peter Parker and Mary Jane. And in the 90s, Luke and Mara, of course.

-They love Bon Jovi, almost as much as Aerosmith.

-Donna says "Dude (Looks like a Lady)" is Eric's song. And after Mrs. Doubtfire comes out, she hands him a vacuum cleaner.

-Eric's favorite Aerosmith song is "I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing," because it reminds him of him and Donna. It's Donna's least favorite Aerosmith song, but eventually? It's better than "Perfect" by Ed Sheeran.

-They get a basketball hoop for the kids, but end up hogging it themselves.

-They occasionally pinky promise, and play rock, paper, scissors to make decisions.

-Eric always leaves the toilet seat up, walks around the house (and to the mailbox) in his underwear, and hoards stuff in the garden shed. The worse demerits Hyde has to his name is that he sleeps in too much (whereas Jackie is an early bird), but Eric is genuinely more annoying to live with. But Donna loves him anyway, and even? Likes him.

-Eric always "loses" Donna's grocery list, and buys what he (and the kids) want instead.

-Like her father, Donna writes/makes sticky notes on leftover food that is rightfully hers. If Eric touches it, he dies (or fine, maybe she'll just yell at him and make him watch 60 Minutes with her).

-Eric is always the one with the camera/video camera in hand, filming every milestone the kids could ever have. It can be overwhelming, especially since he hoards them all.

-Donna makes Eric eat broccoli in front of the kids to "set an example," and makes him check for monsters under their beds.

Eric: It's all dust! Kate (wide-eyed, horrified): It's the dust bunnies! Donna (handing him a duster, with a smirk): Kill the dust bunnies, honey.

-No matter the verse, Donna always makes more money than Eric. As a teacher, he earns way less than he rightfully should. He's self-conscious about it, because his dad always told him that the man should bring home the bacon.

Donna: But your dad didn't have a job, and your mom… Eric (gesturing wildly): I know, but it's the principle of it, okay?

-Eric and Donna work together professionally, all the time. Eric brings up issues he faces while on the ground, and Donna follows up on it. As Eric joins her, camera in hand, of course. Like Peter Parker at the Daily Bugle, but he's a bit more of an amateur.

-Eric loves The Wonder Years, and is devastated when Kevin and Winnie don't end up together. At least in his case, Kevin (Eric) ended up with Winnie (Donna). With wedding bands on their fingers, and with two daughters, Kate and Leah, to boot.

#that 70s show #that 90s show #eric and donna #eric forman #donna pinciotti #jackie burkhart #jackie and hyde #steven hyde #my moodboards #red and kitty #leah forman #kate forman

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itsbeaconhillsbaby · 4 years ago

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I love your writings, they’re so good and realistic and not weird and cringe like some others on here, by far the best I’ve seen in a while !! Was just wondering if you’re taking requests and if so if you could do one when your an actress and have always had a crush on him but you meet him at an after party at a premier or something and have flirty banter and maybe more ? Thankyou x

hello my lovely x

this is so unbelievably sweet I've been screaming since this popped into my inbox. I wanted to start this off by saying a massive thank you - this is my first ever requested piece and I am so excited to be able to create something for you! this is a milestone fic: the 10th fic that I've written for tom, and is also one of my longest!! I also want to apologise for how long it has taken me; I started on this a while ago now and you have been so patient and kind! please enjoy and let me know what you think! (also the timing that this is now coming out on his birthday is all the spook!!)

after party antics || tom holland x reader

word count: 2729 warnings: alcohol use summary: premiere after party meet cute

Circular tables filled the floor as glittering chandeliers hung low from the ceilings above. Pretty foliage and large blooming fresh flowers in pastel pinks, greens and blues, draped through the room, entangling themselves around chairs and across wooden beams. Lace, satin and chiffon brushed along the floors as what felt like the entire film industry conversed with one another; hands clutching at suit jacketed arms, glasses clinking in cheers.

Music, chatter, camera flashes and laughing filled the room - sounds reverberating all around. You glide through the crowds, smiling and nodding your thanks as people congratulated you from either side.

Taking a detour from your path, you spotted the signs for the bathroom and let out a shaky exhale when it appeared empty. Resting your hands on the wash basin and closing your eyes, you took a couple of deep breaths before your face erupted into a toothy grin, a small squeal of excitement bubbling from your lips.

You were at an after-party.

For your very first film.

Surrounded by some of Hollywood’s finest.

WHAT!

If your best friend woke you up stating that this was all some insane dream, you wouldn’t be surprised. It would make more sense, actually – this just couldn’t be your life.

You could feel yourself spiralling and spritzed a little bit of water onto your face to calm yourself down, making sure not to ruin the amazing make-up look that your team had spent so long perfecting earlier that day.

The premiere had only just finished.

You had walked across the red carpet on wobbly legs – cameras flashing, thousands of fans screaming from behind barriers, photographers and press overpowering each other in order to get the best angles and shots; screaming for you to ‘look over here’, ‘turn to the side.’

The premiere had only just finished up as you sat amongst a drool-worthy cast; some of the biggest names in Hollywood. Joining such a large cast was daunting, especially considering who some of those people were – and more so since it was with Marvel, one of - if not the - biggest film franchises out there.

You took another look in the mirror, tucking your hair behind your ears and smoothing down the front. Giving a twirl in your signature Teuta Matoshi gown, the tulle dress embroidered with tiny little yellow daffodils and white daisies, you took a moment to admire your favourite designer as you adjusted the slightly puffed sleeves before leaving the restroom.

You held the door open behind you to allow for a gaggle of tall women to enter in beautiful flowing gowns, turning abruptly to shift yourself out of the way - smiling at them as they all smiled back.

Up on the tips of your toes, wobbling slightly in your heels, you try to peer over the heads of the masses of people. You were eagerly looking for your team, consisting of your incredible manager and your best friend, who you dragged everywhere with you. But you could barely see past the sea of heads in front of you.

You decided to head for the heavy, wide double-set doors that stood open, leading out into the freshly manicured gardens; alive with luscious trees, plants and flowerbeds. A separate dirt path led into a lowly lit rose garden that was nestled in amongst the grasses.

It was a little quieter outside, but not by much.

There was a large marquee to your immediate left. A bar was situated at one end as bottles were flipped in the air - waiters passing out trays lined with champagne flutes. Pristinely clothed tables were crowded with guests; bodies tumbled past you as they headed into the marquee - parties splitting into different locations now that the main event had concluded, leading into a very alive and wild after party.

Your cheeks ached as the smile on your face refused to drop. Too amazed by your surroundings to let it relax. You stand out on the patio area, looking out across the gardens towards the glow of the city in the distance, lights twinkling in exchange for stars. Despite the dry warmth of the evening you could feel the lightest of winds raising the tiny hairs on your arms.

“Room for another?”

You jumped slightly at the interruption, the voice light and questioning. You turn, your dress dancing around you.

“Sorry, I hope I’m not interrupting. I’m Tom, I’ve been meaning to introduce myself all night. Congratulations on the film!”

As you exchange pleasantries, your cheeks gathering up some heat beneath the radiant glow of your make-up, he presses forwards leaning in for a hug as you do the same. You can feel his hands against the bare skin at your back leaving behind tiny little goose-bumps in their place, your skin tingling from his touch. You couldn’t help but breathe in his cologne, the pleasant woodsy scent engulfing you.

“Ah, so you’re the spider guy? I think I’m getting the hang of these superhero names now.”

Your lips twitch, forming a playful smile.

He tilts his head ever so slightly to the side, eyeing you up as tiny crinkles appeared around the outside of his eyes. They were looking at you inquisitively with a sweet kind of intensity.

You could feel your heart kick up a notch under his gaze. You scolded yourself internally for your lack of composure. Of course, you knew who Spider-Man was, you’d been such a fan of the Marvel films for years and you’d have to have been blind not to notice the cute, brown haired, quick witted, web-slinger who the world quickly fell in love with. They weren’t the only ones; did he look even better in person? How was that even fair? You shook your head slightly at your thoughts in an attempt to dispel them from your conscious.

“Sorry, I don’t know why I said that. I’m a fan of yours – your work is brilliant.”

You continued on with your bumbling word vomit – a light pink blush evident across your cheekbones and nose.

Tom’s face lights up more as you stumble over your sentences, his eyes glistening in the darkening sky.

“Oh really? Big fan, hm?” He wiggles his eyebrows teasingly, before calling upon one of the many smartly dressed men and women swooping seamlessly through the crowds with their glossy black trays.

You take a moment to drink him in. His crisp navy suit sat comfortably unbuttoned, the satin shirt hugging the figure beneath. He looked older than you’d seen him portray onscreen; his jaw strong and chiselled. His shoulders and body filled out his suit comfortably, hair beautifully fluffed; although it did seem slightly rumpled, as though he had been running his hands through it.

“Oh yeah,” You paused for a beat before continuing, “Then again, I think you’re about the 30th actor I’ve said that to tonight.”

He nods, laughing, his eyes lighting up at your relaxed, playful energy.

“Oh. Okay, nice. No, I see how it is. New girl keeping us all on our toes with the flattery.”

He holds one of the crystal champagne flutes out to you before picking up his own. Shimmering, golden liquid danced as you accepted the glass, fingertips brushing over open palms.

The cool bubbles gently slid down your throat. You could feel eyes on you as you focussed on the glass in your hand.

“Have you met everyone yet?” Tom gestured towards to the lit-up marquee, “A lot of us were talking about how great you were in your film, they’ll want to meet you.”

“Now who’s full of the flattery,” You tease, nudging his arm slightly as he shakes his head at you, “But honestly, I haven’t, I’m kind of finding it all a little bit intimidating. I’ve also lost my team which is not helpful.”

You took another sweep of the area. Now low-key wishing that you wouldn’t find them for a little while, not if it meant that you could continue to talk with Tom with no interruptions.

“Well hey, I can introduce you? I was so terrified when I did my first Marvel premiere, but everyone is so great. Trust me. It’s like a strange, crazy dysfunctional family. I think you fit in perfectly.”

“Are you calling me strange, crazy and dysfunctional? You have an interesting way of making friends, Holland.” You both laugh, “Only if you’re sure though? I don’t want you to be stuck introducing me all night.”

“Don’t be silly. We’ll make it fun. C’mon.”

Tom led you through the entrance of the marquee, turning on the charm as people fist bumped or pulled him in for a quick hug or handshake. Every time they did he peered through his eyelashes at you, inviting you to introduce yourself.

As you made jokes and conversed with your new peers, Tom couldn’t stop himself from watching you. Your name had been all the buzz recently and he’d been eager to meet you. Not only because you were undoubtedly going to be working with each other on future projects, but because you were also getting thrown into the Marvel spotlight like he had been. Little did he realise just how enamoured he had become with you in such a short space of time. There was something about you, he thought, as your cheeks glowed, a wide grin resting upon your face, eyes dancing wildly as you spoke with your new peers - something that he felt drawn to. You noticed him staring and gave him a little wink, shaking him out of it as he joined back into the conversation.

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The two shot glasses sloppily thump against the bar top.

“Ha!”

“What! No, I was totally first!” Tom protested loudly, throwing his hands into the air.

“I definitely beat you!”

You smiled politely at the bartender as he collected the row of glasses lined up in front of you before turning wildly to face Tom.

“You just can’t face the fact that I won.”

He gestures to his brother who had pulled up a stool to join you both, “Harry c’mon, I won right?!”

“You can’t ask him that, it’s cheating. He’s your brother, of course he’s going to pick your side.”

“Tom, I hate to say this mate but I think she has you beat…” Harry said regretfully, camera slung around his neck as he nursed his own drink, mouth falling into an upturned grin as he supervised the pair of you.

You looked past Tom, straight at Harry, grinning proudly, “I take it back, Harry’s opinion is very important.”

Tom gives Harry a gentle shove as they mess around. You feel an arm slink around your shoulders, giving a playfully gentle squeeze. Your heart thumps along to the beat of the bass, music pulsing through your very bones as the three of you continued to laugh and joke around. Tom’s hair had gotten far more rumpled as the night had gone on, a long way off the perfectly styled look that he’d started off with.

You decided you preferred it messy.

Tom was sitting close by you on his stool, your knees both knocking together. His foot was tapping the footrest to the beat of the music. He’d discarded his suit jacket, and it now hung from the back of the chair, leaving him in his fitted shirt. You couldn’t help but notice his defined muscles as he ran a hand through his hair before resting it on the back of your seat.

“You look really pretty tonight. I saw you walking the carpet earlier, you completely owned it up there.”

“Tom Holland, are you flirting with me?”

You spun in your seat a little bit, making direct eye contact as your hand rested gently on his knee.

As soon as the pair of you had challenged each other to a drinking competition (involving a lot of shots) the night flew by, and you found yourself becoming more and more comfortable with Tom. He was quickly going from that cute actor who you had a little crush on, to someone you were actually spending time with? The intimidation you were feeling from earlier had dissipated, leaving you feeling slightly fuzzy and very happy.

He shrugs, that cheeky grin appearing again. A twinkle shining within those gorgeous brown eyes.

“I don’t know. Am I?”

He slides off of his seat, holding a hand out to you, palm up.

“C’mon.”

“Where are we going?” You questioned, as Harry returned with the drinks.

“Dance floor.”

You can feel your face light up as you hopped down from the high stool, gripping onto Tom’s hand as he helped navigate you back down to solid ground. He whispered to his brother who comfortably started up a conversation with the people around him, before giving him a pat on the shoulder as you dragged him over to the dance floor.

The floor was already packed with bodies. A live DJ station was against one wall facing out into the crowd; flashing, swirling lights brightened up the outdoor space. You pointed out a space in amongst the crowd and Tom led you both towards it, far better at making a path through the wayward limbs than you would have been.

The space was small, and the pair of you were in extremely close proximity. This was the most at ease you’d felt all night, allowing yourself to just feel the music and dance with one of the sweetest, most charming and insanely attractive men you’d possibly ever met. The space quickly filled up, growing tighter until you and Tom were practically chest to chest. He was a quick mover; his hips, legs and arms moving in all the right directions.

Your bodies were pressed together tightly, rapid heartbeats beating as one.

He leans in, pressing up against your side, brushing some stray hairs out of your face, “I also meant what I said earlier. You’re really beautiful tonight.”

“Just tonight?” You whisper into his ear, leaving him to flounder slightly on the dance floor. A little colour flushed to his cheeks as he lifted an arm, spinning you under it.

Before he has a chance to answer, you continue.

“You don’t scrub up too badly yourself, Holland.”

As the two of you lock eyes; the heat from the dance floor, the pounding of the music and the dancing, twinkling lights all fade to the background. His eyes dart to your lips, and you can't help but follow his lead, when you can suddenly hear your name being called out in the crowd.

"Oh my god, I got her. We've been looking for you for ages!" You were suddenly no longer face to face with the cute boy but instead looking into the slightly stressed face of your manager, "It's nearly 4am, the car is here and we gotta go!" She took a moment to look between you and Tom, who suddenly now looked a little bit embarrassed and sheepish - nervously rubbing at the back of his neck.

"Oh. Sorry, I've interrupted something here, haven't I?" She awkwardly made her way back through the crowd after whispering a sorry in your direction.

You smile at Tom, and make your way out from the dance floor. He was close behind you, nodding to a group of people back up at the bar.

He pulls you in for a goodbye hug, embracing you similarly to how you'd hugged earlier in the evening. Except this time was full of promise and a strange tension that hadn't been present before. You could feel the goosebumps prickle your skin where he touched it - his hands gentle as he held them tight around your waist, breathing you in before pulling away.

"Thank you for tonight, Tom. I owe you, seriously."

As you hurriedly caught up to your team, dress fluttering behind you as you immediately begin laughing and chatting animatedly to them, you could feel eyes on you. You looked back as you continued to vacate the marquee and head for the cars out front. Tom was stood, staring after you, a bright smile on his lips.

Something told you this wasn't the last you'd hear from him, and your stomach flip-flopped immediately at the very thought of seeing him again after tonight. For now however, the image of the brown haired, glossy eyed young man smiling after you in awe would have to be enough.

#glamour-l #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland fanfic #tom holland imagine #tom holland fluff #tom holland meet cute #asks #lisa writes #you should've seen my reaction to getting my first request THE EXCITMENT #I haven't posted fic in ages now tho and im all shy and nervous again omg #I really hope you like it

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dansnaturepictures · 2 years ago

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18/07/2022-Lesser Yellowlegs and more at Lymington and bits from home

I had my day off today earmarked for photo processing and uploading and blog posting from the weekend away at the Bird Fair and Norfolk, but did hope to get in a walk too. In the end we decided to have a brief time in this heat looking for a rare bird that had turned up whilst we were away this morning, the Lesser Yellowlegs on Lymington’s Normandy lagoon. Fittingly bringing us to the sea today.

After scanning through groups of Redshanks and Greenshank on a walk all the way around the lagoon, and with the kind help of others we saw this smartly marked and exciting bird. It was a great one to see and I was very happy to see it and watch it for a little bit. I took the eighth picture in this photoset a record shot with my bridge camera of it with Redshank and Dunlin. Another top bird to see this weekend and this year, it follows the similar sounding named Yellow-legged Gull onto my year list which entertains me and is a massive milestone bird as my 190th species of 2022. I cannot believe I am writing this in July, it’s real memorable territory for my year lists now levellng my 2017 total to be my joint fourth highest ever bird year list now. In the only four times in past years I’ve reached 190 or more birds seen the earliest I ever reached this milestone before was October. So I’m still way ahead with how many birds I have seen when comparing to past years.

Also of note for birds here were Avocets with an adorable chick seen, Little Terns including diving which is always nice to see, one of my favourite birds the Little Egret, Grey Heron looking tall and prominent in the mudflats, Canada Goose including wandering along the path which was great to see, Black-headed Gull and Great Black-backed Gull seen well, Black-tailed Godwit, Oystercatcher, Jackdaw, Swallow, stunning looking Linnets including really crimson looking ones, Rock Pipit I believe, Stonechat, Wren at the end before leaving which was nice and Reed Warbler and Whitethroat seen really well warblers that almost looked nicely in place on a very hot day.

There were a lot of butterflies out aptly for this summer’s day with Gatekeeper, Meadow Brown, Small Skipper and a fair few oceanic looking Common Blues. In a Big Butterfly Count conducted here I saw four Common Blue, ten Gatekeeper, six Meadow Brown and a Small White. So nice to see them dancing through the grass, its the first Common Blues I’ve seen during a Big Butterfly Count this year leaving very little target species of this I’m yet to see in one.

Key flowers I saw today here were my first pretty purple sea aster or it may have been Michaelmas daisy this year I took the seventh picture in this photoset of this, lots of yellow ragwort painting the landscape well, dock and a fair bit of wild carrot. It was pretty to see the sparkling lagoon and sea water and rich dark summer green vegetation and nice meadow, with the brown grass telling of the weather and time of year. I took the first, fourth, fifth and sixth pictures in this photoset of views here today, It was good to get into the New Forest again today it feels as though it’s been a while since I’ve been.

Late last night at home I liked seeing tube-dwelling spider I believe as shown in the third picture in this photoset outside, another spider possibly noble false widow as the second picture in this photoset shows, a lovely Double-striped Pug moth in my room one a species I saw in the house earlier this year. Large White seen on the buddleia bush out the front early this morning as I also took in all the green around being up early to process the photos from the weekend was nice, and as well as sunny scenes enjoyed throughout the day I liked seeing another spider in my room, Goldfinch, House Sparrow, Starling and Collared Dove and a bee in the house. I took the final two pictures in this photoset of the pretty osteospermum the lovely purple flowers on the balcony still going strong one of a few nice flowers seen from home today and bright green leaved trees out the front on a hot and sunny day. I also saw my first ever Beautiful plume moth in the house tonight I do like the plumes and another nice new moth lately, windows being open whilst dark has accelerated my moth season a bit during the heatwave this usually comes about in August when the nights draw in a bit with a lot coming into the house generally.

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xxrainbow-princessxx · 4 years ago

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Flowers - Leo x Isabella

A fluffy, sweet hearted fic - Leo and Isabella reminiscing on past traditions

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Bounding through the Palace hallways, Alessandra and Natalia squealed with happiness as they chased one another towards Leo’s study after they returned from grade school for the weekend “Papa!!!” They exclaimed in unison, opening the door with no regard to those in attendance. Leo shook his head as he chuckled towards the Prime Minister and the Kingdom’s secretary, “Sorry about that...” as Lia and Sasha threw their little matching backpacks into the corner, both wearing the same navy double breasted coats before running over to their father who happily propped each twin on each knee. “So where were we...” Leo tried to continue his meeting but the girls kept hugging him and whispering into his ear, “Papa...” Natalia whispered as Alessandra exclaimed, “Boo!” bringing them into a fit of laughter. Without even flinching, Leo opened the drawer of his desk taking out colouring pencils and with a scatter of pencils and paper, the Princesses happily coloured, allowing Leo to continue his meeting without as much interruption as the five year olds were distracted.

“Is that everything?” Leo questioned the Prime Minister and Secretary. Natalia on the other hand was busy showing off her picture to their visitors, “Mama... Mika.... Sasha... Me and Papa...” she confidently pointed to everyone in the picture as Alessandra stuck her tongue out in pure concentration scribbling a purple smudge, before looking at her sister angrily. The bottom lip was pushed out as her brows furrowed, “I was drawing Mika!” Yes... thank you, Your Majesty... I see...” the Prime Minister chuckled warmly, “... you have your hands full... we can pick this up next week...” Leo smiled, sighing heavily he thanked them for their understanding but he really didn’t care what they really thought, he was more interested in the twins’ day. “And how was school today for my two best girls in the whole world??” He cooed before his guests had even left the room. Alessandra began to giggle, “Lia has a boyfriend!” Leo’s sea green eyes widened as Natalia grinned up towards him proudly, “What do you mean you have a boyfriend?” Leo looked at his daughter with his nose scrunched up, “You know boys aren’t allowed!”

Natalia shook her head as Leo continued, “And what’s his name?” Alessandra giggled as Natalia rubbed her head into her father’s shoulder, “He is called Christian... he gave her a flower papa!” Leo’s brow furrowed, “A flower? Is your papa going to have to speak with Christian...” “Noooo...” the twins replied in unison, holding onto Leo as tightly as they could. Leo looked down at Alessandra, “You better not have a boyfriend too...” Alessandra didn’t answer him directly but giggled causing Leo to sigh heavily, “No... you aren’t allowed boyfriends until you’re fifty... how many times?” Lia and Sasha looked at one another holding up their fingers trying hard to figure it out, counting aimlessly as they could only count to fifteen. “Bella!” Leo exclaimed as the Laurentian Queen entered the room with her dazzling, bright white smile, “Sí mi amor...” she cooed, sitting down on the corner of Leo’s desk, the eight month pregnant Queen was content. As she brushed the twins’ loose hair from their faces, Leo acted shocked, “Did you know... Lia got a boyfriend today? He gave her a flower...” Isabella’s dark chocolate brown eyes widened as she tried to act shocked, “¡Qué... Mi querida!” she gasped, “And how is he your boyfriend?” Natalia stuck her hand into her pocket and pulled out a little squished up daisy, showing it to her mother, “Awwwwww” Isabella began to coo, looking across at Leo who was painfully rolling his eyes, “Isn’t that adorable...”

Even after the kids were in bed and the Royal couple cuddled into one another, Leo still wasn’t over it. “How the hell do they know about boyfriends?” Isabella bit down on her bottom lip, trying desperately not to laugh, “it’s innocent... don’t worry... we have another ten years hopefully to not have to worry about that...” Leo raised his brow slowly, “I wasn’t joking when I said they weren’t allowed to date until they were fifty...” Isabella pouted her lips, “Mi amor...” she giggled as she cuddled up beside him, “Do you not remember you gave me flowers...” Leo rolled his sea green eyes to the left, his lips slowly beginning to curl upwards, “That was different...” Leo began to reminisce, smiling to himself as he remembered each time that he gave Isabella a single ruby red rose every year that her and the Laurentian King and Queen visited Cordonia until he was fifteen. That was twelve bright ruby red roses; the first one presented when the Princess was born until the final year when her father and Constantine fell out. Twelve years, he faithfully presented that rare Cordonian Ruby Rose to her as a gift that only grew in the Cordonian Royal Gardens, never forgetting how the Princess looked back at him with those big brown eyes as she smiled bashfully, swearing never to have them near him again after she left, destroying the Rose bush, leaving nothing left.

Isabella was like Leo’s equivalent to the girl next door, falling in love with her more and more with each Rose he gifted her. “And how was it different?” Isabella raised her brow in question feeling Leo’s arms wrapping around her lovingly, “Because I knew...” Leo began to get lost in those dark chocolate brown eyes, picking out the golden specs that flickered in the candlelight, “... every time you looked up at me... you were mine...” Isabella smiled warmly as she grinned, looking up at the Sandy blonde haired Cordonian, “...and now we know that we know should have been together from day one...” Leo began to chuckle, “Can you imagine how it could have been?” Feeling Isabella’s fingers intertwining with his, he looked down at her wedding and engagement rings that glittered with flawless diamonds, “We could hold hands when we wanted to... kissed you when you were happy, sad, or just because we wanted to...” Isabella sighed heavily with a smile as she continued, “Celebrate each achievement, each milestone, each birthday...” Leo began to nod, leaning down to kiss the top of her head as Isabella yawned, “I’d get to kiss you goodnight...” he mumbled as his lips pressed against her head, “and tell you how much I loved you... always...”

Isabella peacefully slept, cuddled up in Leo’s arms whilst they were on the couch. The former Crown Prince of Cordonia sighed with happiness, his fingers delicately twirled through her chestnut brown curls in complete bliss. Leo sat up before he carefully carried his wife towards their bed as she sleepily wrapped her arms around him. Smiling as she cuddled into her pillow, Leo reached for his phone checking momentarily that the glare of the light wouldn’t wake her. He wanted to do something nice for Isabella. Grinning to himself, he sneakily cleared his and Isabella’s weekend calendars and sent an email to all their staff giving them the day off as the Royal family had made other arrangements. Isabella began to stir come morning as the sunlight began to flood their bedroom, her arm rolled over to hug her husband, but as she patted the blankets, Leo’s broad, muscular frame wasn’t there. The Laurentian Queen propped herself up, rubbing her eyes tiredly as she heard the rattling of silverware coming closer to her.

“Good morning sleepy head...” Leo began to grin as he pushed forward the trolley filled with pancakes, fruit, Cordonian chocolate that Leo made into a sauce and coffee. Isabella wearily smiled as her husband handed her a china cup filled with decaf coffee poured from a china coffee pot. “I could get used to you serving me coffee like this...” Isabella grinned as her eyes followed Leo’s naked torso, his silk pyjama bottoms grazed his hips, accentuating his abs and v cut. Leo began to chuckle, “I’m more than an object kitten... I should have known better!” before he gently kissed her. “What’s the occasion?” Isabella raised her brow, her dark chocolate brown eyes queried until her brow began to furrow, “Where are the girls?”

Leo handed her a stack of pancakes, drizzling the Cordonian chocolate sauce over them, “Don’t worry... they’re with your mother... I just thought you deserved a quiet weekend...” he was right, the Palace was very quiet, more than usual, “The staff are off today until Monday... it’s just us beautiful...” Isabella felt her heart melt and with a deep breath, she felt so content. He was right, it was what she needed and when she tasted those pancakes, an involuntary moan graced her lips, “mmmmm....” she smiled happily. Leo rolled his eyes to the left as he laughed, “Harry met Sally much?!” Isabella pursed her lips, desperately trying not to laugh as her husband teased her. The Laurentian King grinned, his bright smile dazzled as he continued, “I have a little present for you in the living room when you are ready...”

Isabella slowly turned, lowering herself from the Super King Size bed, draping her silk dressing gown around her. Isabella scrunched up her nose happily as she wrapped her arm around Leo’s bicep carefully before he kissed the top of her head, “I really hope you like it kitten...” as Leo escorted her happily. Isabella’s eyes widened in shock as she saw a large bouquet of long stem Cordonian Ruby Roses waiting for her. “But...” Isabella quietly murmured, “...how did you?” Leo took a deep breath as he handed her the bouquet, all fifteen stems adorned with a matching red bow. “I should have kept up this tradition a long time ago...” Isabella brought the bouquet to her nose, smelling the deeply perfumed flowers before looking up at Leo with those big brown eyes how she always used to, making his heart melt. Isabella sighed happily as she looked up at her husband, smiling at her as he always did, “Bella...” Leo whispered, “You are my everything... You always were and will be...” as he kissed her forehead gently. “Liam and I were able to find his mother’s notes and we were able to recreate the Ruby Rose... they’re only for you kitten...”

Isabella’s eyes began to water as happy tears began to roll down her cheeks, “Mi amor...” she sniffed, “I can’t believe you would do this...” as her eyes returned to the bouquet she held in her arms. Leo took the petite brunette into his embrace warmly, “There’s fourteen to cover the past and one for this year to represent our future...” he cooed, “I’m not going to ever take you in my life for granted again... I don’t think I could deal with you leaving again...” As Isabella looked up, she stared into Leo’s sea green eyes, “You’ve no idea how much that hurt me kitten when you left and I am never going to let you go!” Isabella’s chestnut brown curls bounced as she shook her head, “I’m not going anywhere...” giggling. The Sandy blonde haired Cordonian held the Laurentian Queen against him for what felt like an eternity, he didn’t want to let Isabella go, holding her a little tighter as she tried to step back, “Just a minute longer kitten... I don’t want this to end...”

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monstersdownthepath · 5 years ago

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Milestone Spotlight: Deskari, Lord of the Locust Host

Chaotic Evil Demon Lord of Chasms, Infestations, and Locusts

Domains: Chaos, Destruction, Evil, War Subdomains: Blood, Catastrophe, Demon, Tactics

The Complete Book of the Damned, pg. 42~43

Obedience: Meditate while allowing insects or worms of any type to crawl upon your body. If no such vermin is available, you must instead lie facedown in a trench dug into soil and mouth prayers to Deskari into the dirt while scratching yourself with sharp bits of bone or wood. Benefit: Gain a +4 profane bonus on saving throws against disease and against effects caused by Vermin.

Have a buggy familiar? Done. Don’t have one, but a party member does? Done. No one have a buggy familiar? Keep some bugs as a pet; done. Can’t? Well then this gets a little harder. Plopping yourself down besides an anthill is unfeasible for multiple days in a row, not to mention dangerous to your health if they believe you’re a carcass that must be scavenged. Sometimes, you can just dig straight down a little bit to find some nice worms to plop right onto your chest for an hour, though heaping loose soil on yourself every day has dangers of its own.

Not as many as the secondary option, though. The wording here implies that you can’t use mud or sand, though your DM may be a bit more lenient here because it also requires you to scratch yourself to pieces with sharpened wood and bone. Thankfully you don’t need a carved knife or anything so complex, you can just snap a branch off a tree or somesuch if you need to (and bones are always available for adventurers!), but covering yourself in bleeding scratches every day will likely get people wondering what on earth you’re doing each time you vanish for an hour, which can lead to numerous uncomfortable questions. Unlike many Demon Lords, Deskari is known all across the Inner Sea Region because he’s responsible for the Worldwound, one of the greatest threats to life on the entire planet, and as such if you’re publicly found to be one of his followers? Roll up a new sheet, bud. It only gets harder if you use literally any of Deskari’s Boon abilities in public, too.

The added danger of worshiping one of the most prominent Demon Lords in the setting can make for an experience that’s both interesting and potentially hair-pulling, because you’ve got to make extra sure not to have your faith revealed to the authorities of a given settlement. At the very least, dropping bug-infested soil onto your body each day to perform the first ritual could be explained away as you communing with nature or the earth, rather than the insects within the earth, but carving up your own skin while laying facedown in a hole is a pretty big red flag. ... Also, now that I think about it, if you’re facedown in a hole, it’d be pretty difficult to scratch anything but your back and sides, right? Hm.

The benefit is low-tier. Diseases are rarely too much of a danger if you have any sort of caster in your party, though stopping them before they begin will save you a bit of gold in the long run. A universal saving throw bonus against the abilities of an entire creature type would be fantastic if that creature type wasn’t Vermin, who are known for A) disease and B) poison and little else. In Deskari’s favor, this bonus does indeed apply to the Distraction ability of most swarming Vermin, so a bit of extra help to avoid being Nauseated is always welcome.

Boons are acquired slowly: the first once you reach 12 hit dice, the second at 16, and the third at 20. However, the Evangelist, Exalted, and Sentinel Prestige Classes can be entered as early as level 7; doing so grants you the Boons at levels 10, 13, and 16 instead. Servants of demons may also take the Demoniac Prestige Class; you don’t get the Boons any faster than E/E/S, but you may select which Boon set you get, and you get cool demon-related powers!

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Boon 1: Locusts’ Gifts. Gain Jump 3/day, Acid Arrow 2/day, or Fly 1/day

Why bother looking at Jump when Fly is an option? Granted, getting affected with Jump at level 10 (the earliest you can get this spell) means you can, among other things, clear a 30ft gap with no effort and get yourself an Eight Foot Vertical Leap... But flight will always be infinitely more useful. The biggest difference is that, while they last the same amount of time (1 min/level), you get Jump 3/day. It’s really up to you if Eight Foot Vertical Leap three times a day would be more useful for your character than a 60ft fly speed once a day, though to me, staying out of an enemy’s reach is always preferable.

Acid Arrow is alright in that respect. The damage it deals is pathetically low, but it’s repeated damage that cannot be resisted once it begins (unless the victim can jump in some water immediately) and both castings of the spell can stack together to make the damage stack on. I personally can’t think of a reason you’d take it over Fly, though.

Boon 2: Avatar of the Locust Host. 1/day, you can cast Verminous Transformation as a spell-like ability; the swarming parts of your body are comprised of locusts, and your swarm attack deals double damage to Plant creatures.

For 1 round/level, you transmute portions of your body into swarming locusts that can chow down on up to four Medium targets (or one Large+ target) within 10ft of you, automatically dealing 4d6 damage and forcing the victim to make a Fortitude save (10+1/2 your HD+Cha mod) or take 1d3 Con and Str damage from poison. Spooky! It also forces you into melee range more or less, but your swarm form also means you only take half damage from piercing and slashing attacks!

Also, it hits four targets for automatic damage. If you find yourself in a melee you want no part of, suddenly exploding into locusts and harrying your foes can break their morale in a hurry. Slapping four enemies at once means you can easily chew through smaller foes while damaging larger ones without the usual dangers of using AoE magic (like hitting allies), and 4d6 is a nice sweet spot of being a good chunk of damage without it being overpowering. And, again, it’s automatic; no attack roll needed, with the only interactions being the enemy HP going down and them rolling versus your poison. Being stuck in melee while your bugs are literally eating the enemy’s Str bit by bit doesn’t sound so bad, all of a sudden!

I like the touch that it deals double damage to Plant monsters, because if any intelligent Plant creature sees you turn into a swarm of locusts, they’re probably going to stop fighting immediately. The downside to this ability is that it lasts only 1 round/level and can only be used 1/day, so it may fall into Too Awesome To Use territory, though I’d personally unleash it any time I was facing a group of enemies that was even slightly challenging.

Boon 3: Infestation of the Flesh. 1/day as a standard action, you can transform into a Hellwasp Swarm for up to 8 hours. You gain Swarm traits (including immunity to weapon damage), a swarm attack, and the Hellwasp’s poison, Distraction, and Inhabit abilities. While in this form, you cannot perform any actions that the swarm could not perform; this includes casting spells with somatic components and wielding weapons or items. While not using the swarm’s Inhabit ability, you can return to your normal form as a full-round action. This is a Polymorph effect.

Heurghh, nasty. For your enemies, of course! You’re perfectly fine.

The fact you gain these abilities rather than just replacing your statblock with that of the Swarm makes me think that this means it runs largely on how other Polymorph spells in PF works; namely, your statblock largely remains the same, but new stuff is stapled onto it. If this is true, it means that your swarm damage is 4d6 rather than 3d6 (and increases to 5d6 once you hit 20 HD), and your poison and Distraction have a save of (10+1/2 your HD+your Con mod) rather than what a Vanilla Hellwasp Swarm possesses. Nice!

The real important bit here, though, is that you have the swarm’s Inhabit ability. Suddenly, any enemy that’s not outright killed is an unholy vessel for your power. Your poor victims are eternally Dominated by your presence until an outside source either kills them or expels you, or you finally eat their Constitution to 0 after a few hours. Even then, though, you continue puppeting their corpse around like a second skin, shielding yourself from attacks as you march to find a better body. If you don’t really need your spells or items, you can spend a full adventuring day walking around inside other people’s skin

Dominating your victim means you can use all of their powers for your own evil benefit, so if that wizard you just knocked out still has spell slots left? If that troll is still kicking? If that dragon just recharged its breath weapon? All yours to command. Plus, even if your other foes kill your new shell, you continue to animate their corpse to use as a beatstick or an extra mountain of flesh to protect your insectoid form.

It takes a full minute to inhabit a victim, so you can’t just jump from shell to shell in the middle of a pitched battle, but you know what you can do? Jump from shell to shell all day until just before you reach the final boss, and then hop out and reform, basically fresh as a daisy with all your resources ready to tear into them. It’s very hard to take meaningful damage while inhabiting a shell, so while the rest of your party is nearly tuckered out and running on fumes and what few resources they could cling to, you’re likely barely below 75% health and have spent exactly one (1) of your dailies for the current session.

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Boon 1: Swarming Susurrus. Gain Inflict Light Wounds 3/day, Summon Swarm 2/day, or Summon Monster III (Vermin only) 1/day.

Inflight Light Wounds has already fallen off by this point, useful only to patch up any Undead allies you may have to keep them on their feet, Summon Swarm can be dangerous to use unless you conjure it at maximum range, as the swarms are indiscriminate in their tide of destruction. The Vermin-only restriction on Summon Monster III means you’re likely going to be stuck summoning Fiendish Giant Ants or a pair of Fiendish Giant Centipedes to aid you. In either case, their usefulness in combat is minor if you’re fighting foes of a similar CR to your level, with the main selling point being that their mindlessness means an enemy Enchanter cannot control them and turn them against you.

All three of these are fairly underwhelming, but Summon Swarm is fun to drop directly on an enemy’s space, because it will continue to pursue the closest source of flesh it can--just make sure it’s not yours!

Boon 2: Swarm-Walker. You can walk through any swarm without taking damage or suffering any ill effects—swarms recognize you as one of their own. As long as you stand within a swarm, you gain a +4 profane bonus on initiative checks and saving throws.

Well... I guess that’s alright? I like the idea of monkey swarms, swarms of Beheaded, and masses of Grey Goo all leave you be just as a swarm of ticks or locusts would.

Taking advantage of the Initiative bonus requires conjuring or finding a swarm beforehand, or being ambushed by a swarm that falls upon you. You should be trying to summon things before combat begins anyway (due to most summoning spells taking a full round), though if you have no means of doing so beyond what Deskari has granted you, Summon Swarm is a pathetic way to reap this ability’s benefits as your shield of vermin crawls off to go eat an adjacent ally. You’ll want something more reliable, such as Vomit Swarm or Mad Monkeys (the former even scaling better with your level than Summon Swarm) to invoke this ability, not only making creatures in melee with you regret it, but bolstering your saves against everything by an additional +4.

... But only as long as the swarm lasts, and only while you don’t move outside of it or it moves away, and only as long as your enemies don’t blast you with AoE that kills the swarm instantly, and so on and so forth. It’s a very difficult ability to really take advantage of, and half of its usefulness is completely lost if you’re only inundated in a swarm before combat begins.

Boon 3: Swarm Master. 1/day, you can cast Quickened Insect Plague.

No, no, no no no! Awful!

Yes, it lets you take better advantage of Swarm-Walker, but this is by no means a good final Boon! Come on, Deskari, if you want our assistance in your fiendish goals, you need to sweeten the deal a little bit here! No one’s going to want to be your Exalted if all you have to offer them is a 1/day wall of wasps!

That’s more or less what this ability is, by the way. It may as well be literally called Wall of Wasps, because your summoned swarms (all five of them) can’t move from the spot they’re summoned in. While they can act as obscuring cover, their low HP (31) will rarely survive a single Fireball or Cone of Cold from a level-appropriate enemy, and the DC 13 save on their poison and Distraction abilities will rarely land on any target you need them to. Both their damage and their poison deal so little damage (2d6 and 1 Dex, respective) that they’re unlikely to keep anyone from just walking through the storm of wasps to get at you,

It’s more for intimidation than anything else, making an enemy rethink coming closer. Intimidation and using the Wasp Ocean to take advantage of Swarm-Walker, and that’s just not good enough in my book.

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Boon 1: Split the Earth. Gain Stumble Gap 3/day, Create Pit 2/day, or Spiked Pit 1/day.

I’ve stated my love of the usefulness of Create Pit and Spiked Pit in the past (under the Sentinel Boons), with them being pseudo Save-or-Sucks that can take anything without a decent Strength score or some Climb skill ages to clamber back out of the pit, while you and your allies either deal with other foes, or rain destruction down on them from above. Even if the victim makes their initial save, the pit doesn’t go anywhere, letting you push your targets in one at a time if need be. Since it’s literally just a huge hole in the ground, you can even hurl multiple enemies inside!

Which leaves a unique spell in Stumble Gap. It’s a cute spell, essentially cursing a single 5ft tile with a mobile, extradimensional gap that tries tripping up everyone who enters it. Anyone in the square when you first cast the spell or who enters the square while it’s still in effect must succeed a Reflex save (11+Cha mod) or fall prone into an adjacent square and take 1d6 damage. The real kicker, though? Even succeeding your save against the gap makes you stumble ever-so-slightly... which, for some reason, gives you a -1 penalty to ALL ROLLS AND CHECKS for a full round. Everything from attack rolls to damage rolls to saving throws to Knowledge checks (somehow) suffer a -1 penalty for a full round.

It’s not much, but it’s an interesting consolation prize and a very interesting line of text in what is otherwise a very simple spell. The penalty to every roll they make even on success makes it almost worth taking, if just for the possibility of making a 1-point success into a failure. It’d be difficult to make use of it more than once per casting, but I can see some amusing scenarios arising if you cast it three times in a row to either cover a single 15ft hallway, or in a long line in a 5ft hallway as a crowd of foes behind you trips all over themselves and each other.

Still, for all its potential (comedic and otherwise), I’d stick with the more reliable Create Pit or Spiked Pit.

Boon 2: Planar Wound. 3/day as a standard action, you can strike the ground with a scythe to open a fissure under your feet or the feet of an adjacent Medium or smaller creature (if you target yourself, the rift opens just enough to let you—and only you—through, regardless of your size). This fissure is a planar rift that sends the creature to the Rasping Rifts in the Abyss, as per Plane Shift, except the fissure can transport only one creature and closes instantly after doing so (or after being avoided). An unwilling target can attempt a Reflex save (DC = 10+1/2 HD+Cha mod) to evade the fissure and negate this effect. Flying and levitating creatures are immune to this effect, and a creature capable of flight that is standing on the ground can avoid this effect if it succeeds at a DC 20 Fly check (it can still attempt a Reflex save to avoid the spell if it fails this Fly check).

im sorry what

did. do you just. you just... you just send them to the Abyss? Like straight up?

There are Save-Or-Die effects in Pathfinder, and then there’s this. This is a step above Save-Or-Die, this is Save-Or-Be-Personally-Delivered-To-A-Demon-Lord-As-A-Plaything. This is Save-Or-Wish-You-Could-Die. If you manage to hit an enemy with this, they have a limited time to Plane Shift anywhere but where they are right now or they’re done. That’s it. On the best of days the Abyss is a hostile place to be, but the Rasping Rifts is close to the Worldwound and thus crawling with demons eager to pounce on the first non-demon creature they see. It’s also the personal realm of Deskari and is flooded with a hive-mind of verminous beasts, and as a level 13 servant, he’s likely to be paying attention to you and everything you do. He’ll know when you’ve sent someone to him.

He may even ask you to. Knock them unconscious or strike them with some form of paralysis and they can’t make their Reflex save, so they’re helplessly delivered right to the Lord of the Locust Host, who himself is a CR 29 horror beyond the hope of a single mortal to beat. The lack of a restriction beyond size means you can make extra use of effects which shrink your enemies down to ruin their lives even further. At the very least, since it operates like Plane Shift, the delivery point isn’t exact; it may take some time for the Demon Lord to find out where its new toy has gotten off to.

A DM wishing (justifiably) to rein this ability in may have Deskari command the Sentinel to hold off on sending just any old victim to the Rifts, and instead focus on specific targets. Of course, a DM can also point out that this ability carries with it the risk of losing out on loot, as your victim takes everything with them when they go. Be wary about using this on someone who’s carrying the Plot Device!

... using it on yourself, by the way, isn’t recommended. I doubt Deskari would tolerate cowardice. Could be an interesting roleplaying opportunity, though, bargaining with the demon horde of the Rasping Rifts, offering to lead them out. Just make sure you do have a way to get back out, because Planar Wound only goes in one direction. I wonder what happens if you use it while already in the Rasping Rifts?

Boon 3: Welcome the Rasping Rifts. 1/day, you can cast Rift of Ruin as a spell-like ability. When the rift closes, each creature still present within the rift must attempt a Will save (against the spell’s save DC = 18+Cha). Creatures that succeed at this save are expelled violently (as normal for the spell), while those that fail are expelled violently into the Rasping Rifts in the Abyss. If you close the rift early to summon creatures, you summon one additional creature of the same type.

For those who don’t know what the Rift of Ruin spell does, the short version is that it’s a souped up Spiked Pit spell. The hole is 5ft wide, 5ft/level long (so 80ft when you first get it), 60ft deep, and loaded with chewing mouths, acidic mist, starving fiends, and all sorts of other Abyssal nasties that make it painful to stay inside the rift. Everyone and everything inside takes 6d6 damage that’s randomly selected from bludgeoning, piercing, slashing, Electricity, Cold, Fire, or Sonic upon entry to the rift and each round they begin inside of it. If the spell ends and everything’s shot out, they take double damage that round and are knocked prone as the rift spits them back out.

So, every good thing I have to say about Pit spells? Say them bigger and louder here. But, that’s not all! Because you can end the spell early to instead call upon an Abyssal denizen, summoning two Bebeliths or two Vrocks, 1d3+1 Shadow Demons or Succubi, OR 1d4+2 Babaus or Brimoraks. Two Bebeliths or two Vrocks is usually the correct choice, as they’re resilient and dangerous in their own rights (especially Bebeliths, with their ability to shred armor like paper), but swamping stronger foes with smaller enemies can quickly finish a fight... if it wasn’t finished in the first place by the Rift of Ruin vomiting the victim into the Rasping Rifts.

One fun thing to try is to sit at the edge of the rift and waiting for an enemy to almost, almost climb their way back out before snapping the thing shut and either sending them to the Abyss, or stranding them on your side where they’re prone, tired, and now surrounded by demons.

Deskari is kind to his Sentinels.

You can read more about him here.

#Milestone Monster #Spiritual Spotlight #Sinister Spotlight #Pathfinder #Dungeons and Dragons

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thevisoryposts · 4 years ago

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My thoughts on Static’s upcoming return.

So there’s been a little bit of chatter throughout the Static community. Milestone Returns Zero was dropped. We got to look into some of the characters. See the art, see some of the story direction. People have had a lot of opinions about the latter and where do I stand with them? Well I highly agree. It’s fucking whack. I am to be fair...trying to reserve most of my judgement until the comic line hits in February. It would be rather hypocritical of me especially since (three weeks ago?) I was yelling at the masses for assuming dumb shit through the Avengers beta. But again also in fairness...Milestone Returns Zero has already revealed things that don’t sit well with me. But first lemme talk about what does sit right with me. Positives first, right? Virgil’s look has been modernized. The art is gorgeous and very pleasing to look at, and I think it syncs well with...what is basically a fusion of his Milestone and Animated costumes. It works. I like it. And that’s it. There’s this huge racially charged element to the entirety of Milestone Returns Zero and it kind of hits Virgil like a freight truck. I don’t know what would possess anyone to change his origin and even if they did - you change it to something so weak. Like let’s not even talk politics here; Virgil ends up getting gassed because he went to a BLM rally (Slash Anti-Mask protest?) and boom. No, it does not matter his bullies show up - that’s coincidence. He went to a rally because he wants to spend time with (Ugh. Is that Daisy?) the female sex. Not because he was about to make a decision out of sheer desperation. It’s so mundane it’s offensive. Virgil’s original origin is anything but; the reader feels sympathy for his plight of constantly being picked on, but at the same time almost horrified of how close he is to becoming nothing but a stereotypical street nigga. In Returns Zero? He’s just hanging out with chicks. Probably hoping this can get him laid. Speaking of girls, I see no Frieda. Which if they went and made her black (or just forgot her altogether) I’m going to be so unhappy I might just rail literal lightning down on someone. And in relation to lightning, I’m also a tad bit annoyed how thin they made his discharged bolts. I’m aware Static is generally not at his strongest when first starting out. (Who is?) But this art kind of tends to insinuate that he’s almost like the YJ Virgil and they’ve nerfed him. This could be me reading too much into things, I could be worrying over nothing. But this is the general sense I get and it’s not good. And now for the biggest thing that no one ever seems to talk about (Because they didn’t with YJ Static) but it usually the pinnacle of what people like about Virgil: Where the hell is my smart ass quippy son?? Now I feel the need to mention that the comic is very short, it’s not very full. It is for all intents and purposes: a preview. But I’mma come at you with this ---Virgil’s outgoing and fun loving personality should be the first thing previewed to us. More than his “new origin.” Hell...Dwayne McDuffie’s writing of him does exactly that. The first appearance of Static bursts into an arcade putting the beat down on the Five Alarm Gang while doling out puns and quips and other dumb shit that tells you this boy just doesn’t give a fuck about the dangers of the situation. And then it’s in issue 2 we get his backstory. Dwayne wasn’t super concerned about letting us know how Virgil became Static right off the bat. He was concerned with getting us to see Virgil’s character the moment he was on the scene. That should go double for this relaunch. Most of us know how Static ends up being Static. What we’re more concerned with is if Static feels like Static. And that’s what you should be pumping us up for. That is what we should be getting hype about - reading how this character will interact with the world around him. Not about how he’s a product of the fucking corruption in said world. And it’s these angles they’re focusing on...these choices that they’ve made so far that I personally feel like they’re not respecting the character. This almost feels like he’s going to be a retread Young Justice Static, just in comic form. I don’t know guys. I’m hoping I will see more that will change my mind. I really want these books to do good. But they gotta do better. This is not a great start in the opinions of a Static fan and this shit can go south to the average readers so quickly.

#static #Static Shock #milestone #milestone comics #dccomics #dwyane mcduffie #virgil hawkins #milestone returns zero

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osugna · 4 years ago

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By James Poniewozik

https://www.nytimes.com/2020/04/28/arts/television/normal-people-review.html

Even if you have never read Sally Rooney’s “Normal People,” you will immediately realise that the TV adaptation is a young-love story. If the moony soundtrack doesn’t clue you in, you will need only a few seconds in the presence of Marianne (Daisy Edgar-Jones) and Connell (Paul Mescal), who have so much chemistry you may need lab goggles.

It is also, as the series soon makes graphically clear, a young lust story, in which the copious, urgent sex is as much an expression of character as of hormones.

But beyond the heavy emotions and heavy breathing, this gorgeous, melancholy series with 12 half-hour episodes is really about growing up: the necessary, wrenching process of breaking down the person you were in order to to become the person you’re going to become.

Set in Ireland in the early 2010, “Normal People” introduces the small-town schoolmates Marianne, who comes from money, and Connell, whose mother cleans house for Marianne’s family. Marianne is the outcast, bookish and sarcastic. Connell is beautiful, athletic and well-liked, socially comfortable but self-effacing.

What they have in common are an instant attraction and a sharp intelligence. The first tumbles them into bed; the second makes them realise they can talk to each other as with no one else. When they first undress in front of each other — there is much equal-opportunity nudity here — it feels less prurient than like a milestone: They’re each about to get to truly know another person outside their family.

Sex, and then love, reveal Connell’s insecurity despite his popularity. Marianne, whose self-worth is also undermined by her villainously unloving family, eventually develops a streak of masochism. In bed and out of it, each has something the other craves and lacks: Connell’s even-keeled kindness, Marianne’s decisiveness and bracing honesty.

When they leave for Trinity College, they reconnect as friend, then as friends with benefits. There’s some plot to “Normal People” — over their college years, Connell struggles with money and depression, Marianne with her family. But mostly, the story is simply: Time goes on, people grow older.

The two have triumphs and setbacks, they travel and return, they talk each other through relationships with other people. The are like two sine waves on a graph, sometimes cresting at the same time, often out of sync until they converge again.

“Normal People” tells its story in bursts and flashes, vignettes that glow up onscreen and fade into another. Watching it feels like walking through someone’s memories, sampling crucial bits of experience and image — a bike ride, a figure reflected in a pool — that, only in retrospect, turn out to have meant everything.

Edgar-Jones and Mescal are radiant individually — she’s a beacon, he’s an ember. But they also create something collectively. The relationship is kind of a character, something that Connell and Marianne have to build, and possibly destroy in order to realise who they are. Even in the sex scenes, the feeling is something more than lust; it’s as if Marianne and Connell were trying desperately to get at a hidden place inside the other that they need to complete themselves.

Which, in a way, is exactly what they’re doing. “Normal People” looks and sounds like a teen melodrama about falling in love and getting it on. But more than that, it’s a double barrelled bildungsroman, an empathetic study of two young people coming, together, of age.

#normal people #series #4/5 #daisy edgar-jones #paul mescal

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DORO - unveils cover artwork + title of new upcoming album! The long-awaited new studio album by DORO will be released on August 17th, 2018 via Nuclear Blast! Today, the metal queen is proud to announce the title of the follow-up to her hugely successful release 'Strong & Proud'. Get ready for 'FOREVER WARRIORS, FOREVER UNITED'! DORO's 20th album will be a huge milestone as the band’s first-ever double album, so fans can expect 24 (!) brand new songs from the metal queen, which will also undoubtedly feature some stunning surprises. The album cover artwork was once again created by DORO's favourite artist Geoffrey Gillespie. It portrays DORO in the middle of a swarm of wild metal heads exuding attitude, power and a lot of positive vibes. "The cover and the title form a perfect unit," DORO explains, "Just as it should be. It all fits perfectly in line with the songs, which also deal with some political themes." "There are some big anthems on the album, countless heavy songs, as well as heart-warming melodies! The album is supposed to give you power and thus contains a lot of energy!" DORO continues: "On 'FOREVER WARRIORS, FOREVER UNITED', there will be a lot of big rock heroes. Fans might be curious about the many awesome guest musicians involved." Fans can note that the first single 'All For Metal' will feature several metal heroes, who can also be seen in the upcoming music video which will be released in May. The list of these stars will be unveiled soon... and DORO is already convinced "that 'All For Metal' is going to be the new 'All We Are'!" Guitarist Doug Aldrich (WHITESNAKE, DIO, DEAD DAISIES) and former WARLOCK guitarist Tommy Bolan, who also contributed to the highly acclaimed album 'Triumph & Agony' in 1987, will also be part of 'FOREVER WARRIORS, FOREVER UNITED'. @doro.band @deedrums #Doro #ForeverWarriorsForeverUnited #TheMetalQueen #DoroPesch #Warlock #Germany #NuclearBlast

#doro #themetalqueen #germany #warlock #nuclearblast #doropesch #foreverwarriorsforeverunited

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Lily Allen - No Shame

Lily Allen has never made music that I’d label as “conventional.” Controversial perhaps, definitely thought-provoking, but nothing she's released over the last 12 years could be summed up as ordinary. This time around though, Lily seems to be putting her past behind her, with her best foot forward, looking towards the future. “No Shame” tears down Lily’s protective barriers and leaves her vulnerable in so many ways.

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With her similar tongue-in-cheek fashion, Lily opens the album challenging the tabloids over a trap on the track “Come On Then.” Working as a great intro to an album titled No Shame, the song sets the mood for the record: “self-proclaimed confidence and honest insecurities clashing.” There are part of this record where you’ll still see Lily standing tall, but what really sets No Shame apart from her other albums is just how honest and raw she gets on some of these tracks. “Family Man” is one of these tracks, in it Lily pleas for her and her (now) ex-husband to resolve their differences, to accept each other for who they are, and to keep this marriage going. What this track did well was that, as she pours her heart out, you could hear in her voice every emotion that’s associated with the track. Layered with only a few percussions and lead by a light piano, it progresses into a heavy and beautifully done track. Continuing her 1-2-3 combo of ballads, “Apples” comes next, where Lily reflects on the choices made that ultimately ended in their divorce. These first two ballads show a different side of Lily, a point that could only possibly be fought with her Sheezus track, “Take My Place.” One side of Lily that she’s kept almost entirely out of her music is one where she’s heartbroken. “Family Man” and “Apples” are just that, where you can feel it in her vocals how she’s genuinely grieving for the lose of her marriage. “Three” is the final of the trio and it’s Lily’s perception of her life through the eyes of her 3 year old. “Please don’t go, stay here with me, it’s not my fault I’m only three.” Piano driven once again, the track reveals Lily’s guilt over being a working mother. These three tracks feel like some of the realest Lily Allen track...no sarcasm, no charade, just her heart, thrown on the table for all to see. One huge selling point of this album was how extremely open Lily was going to be about her life, but not every track is made up of just her hard times. No Shame sets another milestone for Lily, it’s her first record to have a feature on it. “Your Choice” features Burna Boy and works as one of Lily’s most chill and fun tracks. It’s about Lily coming to peace with the end of her marriage, but it’s great lyrics and bubbly melody are not what make the track shine. Her duet here with Burna is just so well executed and their vocals work so well together that it sits well above any collaboration she’s done before. Aside from this track and the first single you’ll find one more feature, Lady Chann, on a reggae-inspired track, “Waste.” Like a cross between “LDN” & “Not Big” (Alright, Still) the track is upbeat, groovy, and full of Lily’s sarcastic demeanor. Lady Chann’s verse here hits like a train and came across as too “in-you-face,” but without this track, her reggae tone may have been lost halfway through the record. There are only a handful of things I could say bad about this album, but nothing takes away from just how serene this album is. “Everything to Feel Something” starts with a questionable echo effect & during the bridge there’s a good amount of bad auto tune. Clearly Fryars (the producer) intended the autotune as an effect, but it just seems very out of style for both Lily and this No Shame era, even if using it could be seen as “shameful.” It’s tracks like this that I’d label as “forgettable,” however there are a few tracks I’ve come across in recent years that I’d say were “forgettable,” but not bad. “My One” is one of those tracks. It follows Lily on her adventures around the world, looking for her perfect relationship. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with the track, and I absolutely BOP to this, but it always surprises me when it comes on, because I forget it’s even on the album. What I’ve always admired Lily for is her exceptional use of wordplay across her discography. Whether she’s writing about political issues (“Fuck You,”) giving a lesson in sexism (“Hard Out Here,”) or questioning a higher power (“Him,”) Lily knows how to precisely word each song to have it come across just as she wishes. No Shame is full of perfect examples, but for me, nothing beats out “Higher” or “Pushing Up the Daisies.” “Higher” feeds my love for a play on words because on the surface this track veils to be about Lily’s failing relationship, repeating the phrase “you’re such a bad liar, stakes getting higher and higher and higher.” Realistically, Lily wrote this song about her struggles with the music industry, while purposely giving the song a double meaning. On the other hand, “Pushing Up the Daisies” uses her talents in a different way; Lily is imagining her life with her partner, where she not only sees their happy moments together, but also their bad. It’s and interesting concept, but it’s as if Lily sees the end early on, but she sees their end with them together. Coupled with the upbeat and flowery production, this track soars as the album itself begins to end. Four albums in yet Lily Allen has already solidified her reputation as a veteran songstress in her own right. No Shame brings Lily’s personal life to the foreground while maintaining the wit and charm one would expect from a Lily Allen record. I don’t think I’d ever tire of new music from her, but I believe No Shame will go down as one of her “classics.” It’s organic, well written, beautifully produced, and 100% Lily Allen

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#review #lily allen #no shame #sheezus #it's not me it's you #alright still #giggs #burna boy #lady chann #trigger bang #higher #come on then #your choice #theon greyjoy

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congratulations on 400🥺💗i’m so proud of you this is so exciting cause i remember when you had just started out!!!💕for the double alphabet can i please have x, u and o for keishin please🥰I LOVE YOU SO MUCH💞💞💞

I LOVE YOU NEEMS I AM SO GRATEFUL FOR YOUR EXISTENCE YOU ARE MY MF BABY 🥺💕 also bless this is the first time I’ve gotten to do anything for him I’m so excited

Join my DOUBLE milestone event here!

Keishin Ukai

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X - Xenia

I feel like even though he’s young, he’s very old school, so the first time you sleep at his place, he opts to have you use the guest room, and he’ll sleep in his own room. He definitely makes sure to clean everything up and make sure his house looks spotless. Also will have fresh, warm towels waiting on you in the bathroom if you decide to take a bath before bed. If not, he’ll secretly wake up early and throw them in the dryer again so they’ll be warm for your morning bath. I know he’s a good cook too, so he would make you such a nice breakfast when you wake up in the morning. Honestly he’s a wonderful host.

U - Unique

He’s an amazing singer- like come on karaoke LEGEND?! He’s always singing, be it in the shower, the car, the store, or even just doing chores around the house. His singing voice is much softer than his speaking voice, and it’s so silky smooth. You love hearing him sing you to sleep at night. His song of choice to get you to sleep? You are my Sunshine. Please excuse me while I sob.

O - Organization

The only thing organized about this man is the store. I hate to say it but he is a DISASTER lmao. He can keep the store clean and the shelves alphabetically stocked, but he cannot keep up with a day planner to save his life. Keeps a bunch of post-it notes with chicken scratch reminders of things, and then forgets what his own shorthand writing means. Also is the type of person to have 80 alarms set 5 mins apart instead of snoozing the original alarm. Please help him.

𝔑𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢

𝔛 - 𝔛-ℜ𝔞𝔶

I have to start off by saying it’s thique. He’s definitely a coke-can cock clubmember. Not an outright shower though, and much more of a grower. I would say an average 7, and the stretch of the girth is what REALLY burns in a good way.

𝔘 - 𝔘𝔫𝔣𝔞𝔦𝔯

Will tease you, but hates being teased himself. He prefers to get right down to business, but he also can’t resist making you work for it and beg a little bit. He’s the type to tell you to beg and then say “oh my god you’re so needy” immediately after you listen to him. What a dickhead pls fuck me

𝔒 - 𝔒𝔯𝔞𝔩

Would go down on you all day if you let him. Likes to experiment with flavored lubes and stuff. But also loves when you’re sucking him off. He likes to have you do it in the back room of the store sometimes when he’s on breaks. Also is the type of guy who likes being woken up by a blowjob every once in awhile... it’s the best way for him to start the day.

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Day 5: Time

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When Pidge managed to set up an Earth clock in her room and sync it to the timezone her parents lived in, she was mostly expecting to use it to alleviate homesickness. She would look at it every once in a while and imagine what her parents and Matt were doing. What were they having for dinner? Was Matt working hard at the Garrison? That sort of stuff.

She didn’t expect to use it to tell the passage of time for herself.

She and Ezor were in her room while she cleaned up after working in her garden. Ezor reminded her a lot of Lance, and she felt closer to her than to Lotor’s other generals, so she wasn’t really shy about washing in front of her. Pidge lifted her face from the washbasin and caught sight of the clock in her vanity mirror. Then, eyes squinting, she turned to look at it sos the numbers and letters made sense.

[April 1, 20XX. 14:55:07]

“Huh,” she said, mostly to herself. “My birthday’s coming up.”

“Birthday?” Ezor asked, cocking her head a little to the side.

“Oh, it’s an Earth thing. We make records of the date of our birth and celebrate it every year. I’ll be turning twenty in two Earth days.”

“Does that have any significance in your culture?”

Pidge shook her head. “Twenty isn’t really a big milestone. I’ve been considered an adult in my culture for almost two years already, and the next big milestone is twenty-one, when I’d be allowed to drink alcohol. Birthdays are just a cause for celebration in general.” She found herself sitting on her bed next to Ezor while she spoke. “The friends and family of the person whose birthday it is will throw a party and give them presents. There’s usually a cake with the age of the person equalling the number of candles on top. Then the birthday person makes a wish and if they blow all the candles out in one breath, their wish is supposed to come true.”

Ezor clapped, a grin on her face. “That sounds fun! We should tell King Lotor! We haven’t had a party in ages.”

Pidge felt her cheeks heat up. “I can’t ask him to throw me a birthday party! That’s not how it works!”

“Why not?”

“It’s impolite to ask for a party to be thrown in your favor. It has to be done without you requesting it.”

Ezor did the alien equivalent of blowing a raspberry. “Humans are so complicated. Is it okay if I tell him, then?”

“Sure, knock yourself out.”

Pidge largely forgot about her conversation with Ezor since neither she nor Lotor brought the topic up. She shrugged it off, figuring the Galran culture simply had no room for birthday celebrations.

She’d never been so wrong.

When she woke up the day of her birthday, Lotor, already dressed for the day, presented her with a bouquet of—

“Daisies?” she asked, snatching the bouquet out of his hands to inspect the flowers. “How did you get daisies out here?”

He winked. “That’s part of the surprise, my love. Get dressed quickly and we can move on to the next part.”

Pidge gently set the bouquet down on the bed and dashed to her room to dress. Lotor met her back outside her room when she was done, and he easily slipped his hand into hers to lead her down the large stairs and to the dining room. Her skirt swished against her legs with every step she took. She’d found herself wearing more and more dresses unless she was working in the garden lately; Lotor never asked her to, but she saw how much he liked it when she did.

He pushed the button to slide the dining room door open, and Pidge was treated to the sight of her parents, Matt, and all of Team Voltron sitting around the table, talking and laughing. They all looked up when they heard the door open, and the grins that overtook each of their faces made Pidge’s heart swell.

Lotor pulled his hand out of hers and moved it to the small of her back, giving her a light push. “Go see your friends,” he said.

She smiled brightly at him and, on impulse, rocked onto her toes to give him a lightning-fast kiss on the cheek before rushing to the table.

After a loud, rowdy breakfast, during which a food fight almost broke out, Pidge and Lotor showed her friends and family around the castle. The Paladins crowded around Pidge as much as they could, brushing against her and bumping their shoulders together, and Pidge felt a swell of affection for her pseudo-adopted brothers. She could tell they’d worried about her here by herself, and she was determined to show them how well she was being treated.

Hunk was especially excited to see her tinkering lab, where she’d come up with a new kind of sentry bot with enhanced armor and aiming abilities. “Meet Rover the fourth!” she said proudly as she booted it up. It was just as tall as the original sentries, but more humanoid in the fluidity of its movements. “It can detect heat signatures as well as motion, and it’s heavy enough to make it hard to move and force open doors like we used to do.”

Lotor did a double take. “That’s how you used to get into our bases?”

“If we didn’t have Keith with us, yeah.” She turned back to address her friend group. “We haven’t tested them out for combat quite yet. Any takers?”

It had been almost a year since any of them had to engage in combat. Despite this, Keith, Shiro, Hunk, and Lance all individually beat a separate Rover IV with ease. They laughed and shoved each other after each match, and Pidge found herself joining in instead of being irritated at how much work she still had to do on the sentry. It felt… right.

Lotor had to do some work after lunch, so Pidge changed into some shorts and took her family and friends to her garden so they could chat while she worked. “It’s weird to see you voluntarily interacting with plants,” Keith joked. “I remember you griping about going to Olkarion all those years ago.”

“It’s actually really relaxing. Lotor comes to watch me garden sometimes, too. He says it helps him unwind between all the paperwork he has to do.”

“Speaking of Lotor…” Lance said, sliding in with a stupid grin on his face. “How’s the sex?”

At least five different people snapped “Lance!” at varying volumes and degrees of irritation. Pidge just winked and said, “Wouldn’t you like to know?” It was none of Lance’s business that they’d only gone as far as cuddling, but there was no harm in messing with his head.

She looked over her shoulder to see her parents, Matt, and Shiro all looking superbly uncomfortable at the idea of her having sex. “I’m a twenty year old married woman, guys,” she said, making them all flush. “You don’t need to act like I’m a kid.”

Her mother forced a little smile. “It’s just what parents do, honey.”

After that uncomfortable episode in the garden, Lotor whisked them all off to do some shopping in the capital. When he was informed of the name of the city, Lance sniggered, and Pidge punched him.

Lotor payed for all the party’s purchases, waving her parents’ and Hunk’s protests off with a “You’re here as part of Katelyn’s present. I’d never make you pay for anything.”

When they were done shopping, Pidge and Lotor escorted them all to the rooms they were staying in to store them with the rest of their luggage. Then Lotor brought them all back down to the dining room, where a delectable looking feast was spread out on the table for dinner. Somehow, it tasted just like a chicken dinner, with aromas to match. Pidge wasn’t quite sure how the chefs managed it, but with the way Hunk was grinning, she was sure he had something to do with it, which begged the question of just how long they’d all been here without her knowing.

Hunk disappeared into the kitchen when the feast had been ravaged and returned with a two-tiered cake with twenty unlit candles sticking out of the chocolate frosting. That was it. “How long have you jerks been here?” she demanded, though the grin on her face belied her joy.

Shiro bumped her shoulder with his. “We just got in yesterday. Ezor and Acxa took hiding us from you very seriously.”

Keith (because of course it had to be Keith) produced a box of matches to light the candles, and Lotor clapped so the lights would dim. He stood behind her, his warm, familiar hands coming to rest on his shoulder, and he ducked his head to whisper in her ear. “Make a wish, Katelyn.”

She closed her eyes and blew.

After Lotor and Pidge returned her friends and family to their rooms, they walked hand-in-hand back to Lotor’s room. Pidge had begun keeping some of her pajamas in his room for convenience, so they changed together. Instead of crawling right into bed, however, Lotor pulled Pidge over to the secluded seating area right next to his large window, overlooking a beautiful cliff. “What was your wish?” he asked her.

“Well, I can’t tell you,” Pidge teased. “If you tell anyone what you wished for, it won’t come true.”

“What if I could help you fulfill your wish?” He was leaning in closer now, one hand cupping her cheek.

“Maybe you could.”

“Katelyn, may I—”

Before he could finish his question, she pounced, snaking her arms around his neck and tugging his lips to hers.

#Pidge Ship Week #Pidge Ship Week 2017 #Pidge #Lotor #Pidtor #Lotidge #my writing #my post #mine

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