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The Old Ways

Leon S. Kennedy x Priestess fem!reader

A little more savory tier commission from the lovely @porcelainseashore 💜 thank you for your patience 😭

Word Count: 2318 🫣

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, alternate universe, paganistic practices, animal sacrifice, slight gore, blood, blood sacrifice, bloodletting, predator/prey, sex magick, biting, marking, scratching, rough sex, voyeurism, kissing, unprotected sex, creampie

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Mother Moon wanes in the sky, like the sly grin of a fox. Turning your gaze from her cool light, you continue with your toiling. You gather herbs along with the other village women, whispering chants over the brambles and plants. Tomorrow you welcome the birth of a new moon and winter—and with those, the ceremony of oblation. 

The wights of the land clamor for your attention, whispering in your ear of the hunger for blood to be shed. As the priestess, you’ve led many rites to the elder gods. Every full moon a calf is sacrificed at the altar in the center of the village, followed by dancing and merriment. A wooden goblet is filled with its blood and poured upon your nude body, anointing you with its life so you can pass it on to the village. 

The women and men are gifted with innate power, dark arts to help keep your community prosperous and safe. These sacred practices have been passed down through the ages, the covenant with the Dark Ones holding fast and true with every new generation. It now falls upon you as the newest priestess to keep up these traditions.

The air is sharp and cold, furs keeping the soft animal of your body warm. Your fingers curl like the gnarled hands of the older women beside you, a fate you hope to see in your future. A few of them catch your eye and nod, solemn gazes and voices when otherwise there would be singing and joy.

Your gaze alights upon a party of the men returning from their traps, various animals thrown over their shoulders or writhing in sacks gripped in their fists. A few of them spot you and nod in respect. As you watch them walk back to the village, you muse that one of these men will partake in the ritual with you tonight. Many of them are a stranger to your eyes, but if it is the will of the ancient ones, then it shall come to pass.

Once enough has been gathered, each of the women rise and follow along the winding path back to the village temple. Fires burn bright and hot in the night, dancing shadows cast upon the men while they skin and flay the carcass of beasts in preparation for tomorrow night.

Entering into the temple last, the other women have formed a circle around the altar. The red-stained surface feels cool under your fingers when you press your own herbs down onto it. Words spill from your lips like wine, an ancient chant of embracing the dark for its sinister gifts. Other voices join, swelling to fill the chamber with their ambiance. 

Hands raise in supplication, feet stamp against the cold, earthen floor, and you slice open your palm to rub blood across the runes etched into the stone altar. Once filled, you turn, chanting softly, to paint symbols across each of the women’s faces. They bow their heads and sink to their knees once they’ve been anointed. Before reaching the final woman, a wisp of a boy—straddling the line of manhood—enters the doorway with a plump hare in hand. 

He waits until you beckon him forward with blood-coated fingers. Placing the warm animal in your arms, he leaves the temple. The chanting of the women ebbs and flows like the wind in a storm, the sound bolstering and soothing. An elderly woman steps forward and holds the hare against the altar’s face. Pulling out the same blade you used to slice your hand, you wait until the old woman snaps its neck, then you plunge your blade deep in its soft belly. 

Lifeblood runs hot and thick across the stone. Each of the village women comes forward to gather the blood, bathing their arms and necks with the dark liquid. You skin the chosen creature, gutting it quickly before the innards grow too cold for use and drop the heart and lungs in a separate wooden bowl. Finished, you pick up the bowl and walk outside to the center of the village. You toss them into the fire with a smattering of herbs gathered earlier. 

You shout out an incantation, tossing more herbs and branches into the fire. Voice growing quiet, you bow to the flame, ending the ritual. Everything is now in place for tomorrow’s oblation. A few of the women help you to your home, exhausted as you are from the fervor of performing your duties.

The next morning dawns brightly. You rise along with the burgeoning rays. Dressing for the cold, you join the congregation of people at the temple. The scant time of daylight is spent readying the skins and headpieces for the ceremony. Masks and furs are to be given to those joining, a trickery of confusion to one chosen to Hunt for the priestess. The times when the Hunter has become confused and chosen poorly, the dark gods were unkind, and many perished.

The village elders now choose more carefully lest it happen again. For as long as you’ve been alive, every chase has ended with the priestess caught, ensuring the village is secure until the next ceremony of oblation. The sun begins to set, signifying an end to preparations. 

Everyone begins to gather outside the temple. The elders talk amongst themselves, narrowing down who shall become the Hunter—who shall be the one to find you amidst the trickery in the dark of the forest—the one who shall perform the ceremony and satisfy the lust of the ancient ones.

“Leon, come forth.”

A young man with blonde hair and blue eyes is brought forward. His strong arms, offset by scars, signify battles won, someone who must be from the war party. You’ve seen him before, but with his task of being a fighter, he is rarely in the village. This ceremony, however, requires everyone to partake. All of the war parties and hunting parties made the trek back home in time. 

A loud cheer goes up when the man accepts the crown of raven’s wings, letting one of the elders anoint his brow with blood before placing it atop his head. He shrugs on the sacred skin of the bear, cutting a formidable figure against the dying sun. You hope he is up to the task. His serious blue eyes seek you out amidst the villagers, nodding in deference once he locks eyes with you.

You join the elders and enter the temple. They strip you of your warmth and paint your body with runes and symbols of the dark gods you worship. Herbs are crushed into a paste and smeared across your belly and breasts. Chants and incantations are murmured while they ready you for the ritual. Dressing you in the coat of a freshly skinned stag, they adorn your brow with a headdress of antlers.

Guiding you from the temple, you join the group of men and women joining the chase, each dressed in skins and masks. Now that you’re ready, they’re off, running into the dark of the forest with you trailing behind. The elders will release the Hunter once they’ve completed the blessings for him. It’s not long before villagers begin to split off. 

The chase warms the blood. It’s why this part of the ceremony has lasted the test of time. Warm blood is the preferred offering of your dark gods. The antlers snag on a low branch and keep you in place. You can hear the others running, footfalls muted on the soft, damp earth. It gives them time to distract and escape from the clutches of the Hunter. 

The heavy coat of the stag drips against your skin, sticky blood running down your naked body. You finally snap the branch that’s keeping you from moving, feet picking up speed until you’re running through the winding trunks. The silver birches gleam like ghosts in the murky night. You catch fleeting glimpses of other animals—deer, rabbits, a fox or two. Your eyes have yet to see the Hunter, clad in the finest bearskin with a crown of raven’s wings atop his brow.

No matter how cold the night is, the heat of the chase keeps the chill at bay. You’re close to where the ritual needs to take place. This Hunter is smart, corralling you close enough that he can catch you more easily. The elders chose wisely this time. The tree comes into view. A horrible wretch of a thing. Legend tells the screaming face embedded in its onyx-colored bark is the combined souls of those who would do the village harm. Another reason why the covenant with the dark gods is so necessary. Its thorny branches are sharp enough to slice into flesh. 

A thick arm bands around your waist, stopping your momentum and sending you stumbling back against a warm, fur-covered chest.

“I’ve caught you, priestess.”

You can see the smoke of Leon’s breath passing by the side of your face. A low humming chant begins deep in the forest, the elders leading the procession of villagers to the site of the ceremony. He manhandles you until he’s pressing your back against the rough bark of the dead, wizened tree. The antlers are tossed from your head onto the ground along with his own crown before he takes your lips in a rough, hungry kiss. 

The men and women begin to form a semicircle around the tree, witness to the ritual about to take place. They’re only a minor distraction before Leon rips the stag coat from your body, dropping it at your feet. Skin scraping against the bark makes you hiss in pain, small cuts forming along your back and arms. He kisses you again, parting his own animal skin to bare his naked body. 

You pull away and sink your teeth into his shoulder, biting hard enough the tang of blood fills your mouth. He grunts, cock thickening against your leg. Shoving you more firmly against the dead tree, he slots his leg between your thighs, pressing the damp lips of your cunt against the warm skin. Hissing, you rock down against him, pleasure zipping through your body. 

The ritual is meant to be bloody and rough, an offering to the dark gods that bay and howl for life. Leon moves to kiss you again at the same time you dip forward to bite his other shoulder. His chin knocks against your cheek, making you shift, arm catching on a thorn-covered branch and slicing open your flesh. Pulling you into his chest, he braces his forearm against your side, the branch cutting into his flesh and preventing it from sinking into yours.

You admire his care; the ancient ones have no preferences whose blood is shed as long as it is human and it is fresh. He kisses across your jaw before sinking his own teeth into your neck at the same time he lifts your leg to wrap around his waist. Your eyes catch sight of the villagers, standing solemnly, watching as Leon and you perform the rite. He brings your attention back when he ruts his cock against the seam of your cunt. Notching the head of his dick at your hole, he bullies his way completely inside, stuffing and stretching your pussy so suddenly you can’t breathe. 

He groans like a wounded dog, pulling halfway out before sinking back into your pliant flesh. Your nails scratch and claw at his back, shredding the skin underneath. He retaliates by biting and snarling, teeth maiming your neck and shoulders until it’s a bloody mess. All thoughts of higher thinking are lost to the frenzy. Leon mates you like some rabid animal. You're biting and clawing at each other—blood spilling from your bodies to coat the imposing tree at your back.

At some point, Leon pulls out to spin you around, pressing your stomach and chest against the rough bark. Keening like a bitch in heat, Leon pounds your cunt with hard, powerful thrusts. More cuts open against the soft meat of your belly and breasts, palms scraping against the tree while Leon fucks your pussy into submission. His palm cups above your mound, angling your body back in a way that makes you clamp down around his cock. 

Groaning, he keeps up the fast pace—his dick plunging in and out of your wet, dripping hole, the tip grazing something so delicious it’s making your brain light up in ways you’ve never experienced. You can’t stop the noises escaping you, like a stuck pig braying for help. Leon rams into you, cock thick and heavy, stretching you out. A pleasure unlike anything you’ve experienced is overcoming your senses. Your fingers curl into claws, mouth open in a silent scream as something in your brain snaps. 

Everything goes silent except the pleasure engulfing your entire being. Time is infinite in this space. Tears streak down your cheeks, eyes open yet unseeing even as Leon buries his cock to the hilt to fill you with his sticky spend. You come to yourself when a heavy fur is draped around your exhausted body. 

“Priestess, the ceremony of oblation is complete.”

Turning, you look into a pair of blue eyes. 

“Thank you,” you rasp, voice scratchy. 

He shifts on his feet, nude body covered with his own animal skin. The various men and women are walking back to the village, preparing the feast that is to follow the ritual. Leon stands next to you, a warm and quiet presence while you gain your bearings once more.

You walk in silence, side by side, through the forest. It’s a companionable feeling, a sense of peace that pervades you. The man beside you coughs lightly. 

“Priestess,” he pauses for a breath. “May I dance with you at the fire tonight?”

Heat suffuses your chest, and you smile at him, dried blood flaking from the movement. 

“I’d like that, Leon.”

[aggieharkness]

And in her arms, she cradled your heart Chp. 1

Pairing: Lilia Calderu x reader

Summary: It was a perfectly normal day at the shop, a tarot reading here, a book there, but after picking up a couple of things at Walmart you asked Lilia to do a pregnancy roulette with you, a fun harmless joke you had seen on Tik Tok, though when you looked at the tests that perfectly normal day changed completely.

Warnings: pregnancy, age gap, magical conception. I don't think there's anything else that needs to go here, for now.

Authors note: alright, I have finally come up with a lovely way to start this story, though I must say that @renafisher27 helped immensely so I must give her credit as well. I haven't written pregnancies in a while, so please be gentle but tell me how it looks, if you like it and all that. I accept constructive criticism, and if there's anything you might want to see in this story, don't hesitate to ask, I'll add it to the best extent I can. Also available on Ao3. Finally, let's thank Patti Lupone for giving us Lilia Calderu, and Jac for writing her so beautifully.

Chp. 2 Chp. 3

Word count: 8827 (I've managed to write something short! It might not be the case for future chapters, you've been warned.)

I'm not leaving you, for anything in the world

The garden was quiet and beautiful this time of year, the lilies you had planted not that long ago blossoming under the warm light that came from the blue skies above, a gentle breeze crossing from the open glass doors of the shop all the way to the hanging chair you were resting on in a corner, watching as the leaves and flowers swayed to its gentle dance, bees jumping carefully in between the white and yellow frangipanis that climbed up the walls and fences, the only flower that Lilia had specifically requested, the rest of the garden for your hands to do as they pleased with. The aromas that filled the air with its wonderful floral tones mixed wonderfully with Lilia’s incense and rosemary candles, only eclipsed whenever she came out of the bath spreading a citrusy perfume all over the house, though you would never tell her to stop using that shampoo and gel, it was wonderful to go anywhere and pick up a whiff of oranges or lemons, your mind travelling straight to her. Your eyes were closed as you soaked up the sun, head lulled back against a pillow, the book you had in your hands forgotten as your ears picked up on the buzzing of the bees and the chirping of the birds, the grass a perfect shade of emerald green.  

Lilia was watching through the kitchen window, letting her cup of tea rest on the counter as her eyes raked over your relaxed figure taking every inch of you in, from the way stray locks of your hair swayed in the breeze to how one of your feet dangled from the chair, brushing the cool grass with your toes. You had been a wonderful change in her boring life and every second she had spent without you in the Witches Road had been torture, but she had refused to let you go with her, she had told you that she would not be able to finish it if she had to worry about you and as much as you had tried to convinced her not to go you knew she had to. Parting had been a bittersweet affair, but she had promised you she would return, and everything would be alright afterwards, and you had believed her every word because Lilia had never ever lied to you or let you down. After her trial had ended and she had stayed behind she had thought of you, a single tear running down her cheek, but she had been at peace with her actions. If her sacrifice would save her coven and in extent you, she would die happy even if she knew it would break your heart, her mind wandering to you sitting by the door, waiting for her to come back when in truth she would never cross that threshold again, but then the impalement had never come. The road had expelled her and covered in mud she had crawled through the Earth until the evening sun had shone on her face, her palms pressed firmly over the ground as she breathed the fresh air that swayed over the yellow fields, tears of relief and pain clouding her vision.

She had walked home from the middle of nowhere trusting her magic to find her way back to you, embracing the rush that she had fought against for so long. The world had never seemed so beautiful before, the sky painted in oranges and blues, hot tears running down her cheeks as her bare feet walked through the warm grass, her dirty peppery ringlets stuck to the nape of her neck and forehead, but she did not care, not when she was thinking of you and how you would not have to mourn her forever, lost in a road that’s you would never be able to enter alone. By the time she had reached her shop the evening had moved onto night, gentle hues of purple and pink transitioning into a deep navy as the universe above appeared sprinkled with stars. She had pushed the door, surprised to see that you had left it open, the tiny bell that hung from the ceiling ringing melodiously to announce her return, and in slow motion you had pushed the beady curtain open to see who had come in so late at night only to find her. You had never doubted her, not for a minute, her robe flowing around your form as you rushed to her to take her in your arms, the odour of mud and sweat filling your lungs, but underneath all that her citrusy perfume remained. That night you had not let go of each other, not for a second, as well as the next day, though you had taken breaks from making love to talk about all those things she had never found the courage to speak of, tears and laughter filling up the room along with the hushed words that were spoken against each other’s lips.

Seeing you now through the window Lilia could not help but feel like the road had given her not only her confidence in her powers back, but the life she had never thought she deserved to live. Taking one sip of her nearly forgotten tea, she scrunched her nose at the taste, the usual cinnamon flavour leaving a soapy aftertaste on her tongue that she disliked tremendously. Forcing her eyes to tear from your form she dumped the entire thing down the sink, checking the pot to see if maybe she had forgot to rinse it, but there was no foam, simply the dark colour of the hot liquid. It was rather odd, tea usually lasted for really long periods of time, so she picked up the kettle and plugged it in to prepare a pot of vanilla and black tea, another favourite of you both, busing herself among the cupboards and such. It had also happened earlier that week that she had taken a bite of a cinnamon roll you had bought for her at Wendy’s and had had to spit the bite she had taken onto a napkin because of how horrible it had tasted to her; to you it was just as good as always. This was beginning to be a pattern, a sudden hate for cinnamon that she couldn’t quite understand, but it was not the end of the world, she thought, it would have been much worse had she suddenly developed an intolerance for chicken or cheesy fries. Just as she was thinking about a delicious bag of cheesy Doritos the kettle began to whistle, but even as she poured the hot water inside a clean pot that already had the leaves inside, she just couldn’t get the image of the Doritos out of her mind.  

The idea of having a whole bag just seemed to be seeping into her bones, making her ache as it had quickly shifted from something she might want to have to a need; she needed Doritos, and it was insane just how much. Lilia left the pot so the tea could brew, poking her head through the kitchen window. You looked so peaceful, so calm and relaxed on your free day from work, but she could not leave the shop, she was open for business today so you would have to go down to the store and get her a couple of bags, just to be safe.

-Darling, can you listen to me for a minute?

-I’m not asleep, I’m just laying here soaking in the sun like a lizard. What’s up?

-Can you do me a favour?

-It depends. If it involves clothes being taken off, I’m in, if it involves soap and dishes, sorry I’ll have to pass.

-Don’t get cheeky with me, as if you wouldn’t do the dishes if I promised to bed you two minutes later, but that’s not the favour. Can you go down to the store and get some bags of cheesy Doritos?

-Doritos? – you opened one eye to see her head poking through the window, the tender breeze that was twirling around in the garden caressing her face, making the lose curls sway around her cheeks and neck. She was looking at you with those big doe eyes that she knew you could not resist, her lower lip in between her teeth in an almost pleading manner. -You are not one to eat that sort of thing often.

-I know, but I’m really craving some, like I really need them. Could you do that? You can take the car down to Walmart if you want, get yourself something.

It wasn’t such a bad plan, you loved going down to Walmart or Target, and you had heard of this new flavour of Buldak ramen, maybe you could get yourself that. Nodding towards Lilia you stretched on the chair, feeling it sway as you moved but it quickly stopped when you placed your bare feet over the grass, letting its cool touch seep through your toes before picking up your book and heading inside. Lilia was quick to give you a peck as a thank you, a childish like grin on her lips as she poured herself a cup from the vanilla tea, the sip tasting perfectly fine. You noticed the other pot, sniffing the liquid and noticing the cinnamon aroma it held, your eyes drifting to Lilia’s back as she pushed the beady curtains away and stepped back into the shop. So, she still had a thing against cinnamon, okay, you thought as you put a pair of old vans on, leaving the book on the kitchen table; maybe she had just switched tastes, it had happened to you with strawberry ice cream, you used to hate it and now you just couldn’t get enough. Picking up the car keys, your wallet and your phone you stepped out into the shop just as an older woman was entering it, her eyes looking around for a minute before Lilia stood gently from her chair and greeted her, her voice sweet and tender as she guided her towards the table. You waved silently at her, Lilia smiling back at you, before stepping out into the street, opening her old Toyota from 2010 that was screaming to be retired, but neither of you had the money to get a new one.

It was a bit run down but clean, and you serviced it as often as you could, so it was not a threat to either of you or other drivers, but the pedals were beginning to get softer under the weight of your feet and the gear shift would probably need to be changed in a couple of years, maximum, which, to be fair, was shit but there just was no way you could magically fix it, you had tried without Lilia knowing. The journey wasn’t too long, the big Walmart that Eastview had was only like a five minute drive, and the parking lot was big enough that there were always empty spots, so after taking the next exit and swerving the car you braked and put it in neutral near the front doors before stopping it completely and stepping out, checking your phone to see a message from Lilia asking you if you could get a box of Cheez-it as well. You had to smile at that. She had been acting a bit weird in the last couple of weeks, though you weren’t sure if she had noticed, and the sudden development of craving for anything with a shit ton of cheese on it was one of the best things that was coming out from whatever she had going, the hate for cinnamon thought, that was peculiar because she really loved to use it for her candles and protection spells. Anyhow you were on a mission to find the cheesiest Doritos in existence, so you made your way to the automatic doors, shivering under the cold air of the AC. Divine Mother, it wasn’t that hot outside, you were going to freeze your tits off before you had reached the first aisle. Walking through dairy, meats and fish and the sauce aisle you finally reached the snacks one, eyes surveying every product you could see until you found the box of Cheez-it, which when you read the sign underneath it said that there was an offer of three boxes for only 23$, that was a good deal.

You threw them into your trolley and continued the search for the Doritos. You had barely taken three steps to the right when they came face to face with you, an assortment of over seven different flavour plus dips, your index finger tracing the shelves until you found a family size bag of cheese flavoured ones, which you picked two bags of and dumped them onto the trolley forgoing the dips all together as Lilia wasn’t a big fan of premade sauces and such, after all you had an entire cupboard filled with homemade tomato sauce that you two spent an entire day preparing every few weeks. They had moved things around, so finding which aisle had the ramen took you about four tries, including crossing the medicine aisle. In your house homemade remedies were the go-to, but Advil and Tylenol were the only two pills Lilia allowed to have in the bathroom cupboard, you had tried to get cough syrups, but it had been a lost battle. Your eyes moved over the colourful packages, still amazed at the number of medications that one could easily buy without a prescription until you came across all the pregnancy tests. Now wouldn’t that be funny, to come home and do a pregnancy roulette with Lilia. She would say no at first, of that you were sure, but hey, maybe you could actually get her to do it and you could have a laugh about two lesbians considering the possibility of being with child. Maybe it was only funny to you, but since you were the one paying you took two traditional ones and a Clearblue one, throwing them over the Doritos and continued your search for the Buldka, but when you arrived they had all flown, so you had to settle on the cheese hot chicken one because Lilia would most definitely steal from your plate and she only liked that one and the rose one.

You looked around for a few more minutes but didn’t see anything that you fancied at that moment, so you went to the checkout, the cashier looking at the tests and up to you a couple of times, a cheeky smile on her lips, but you didn’t say anything, simply paid for the items, wished her a good evening and went to get to your car. Throwing the items in the back seat you sat behind the wheel a sudden feeling of anxiety and anticipation blooming in your chest, though you did not understand why. The roads were empty and the spot you had left only twenty minutes before was still there, the nervousness that was spreading through every cell and limb nearly making you fuck up as you parked the car, but after a couple of minutes extra manoeuvring you finally turned the motor off and stepped out. There was an extra bag that you always carried in the trunk, and after you picked it up and placed the items inside you made your way to the store, noticing that it was empty once more; the woman must have left not that long ago as Lilia was tidying up her deck and blowing the candles she had lit. The sound of your footsteps made her lift her head, that beautiful ringlet that was always framing her face bouncing gently at the movement, her eye shinning up at you, her smile the most beautiful thing in the universe. You could remember the day you had stepped inside this shop, tired, done with the world kicking you in the butt, and to be honest you hadn’t expected to hear anything good or true, but the instant Lilia had appeared the universe stopped moving, time still as her plump lips smiled gently at you.

How were supposed to simply sit there when the most gorgeous woman you had ever laid eyes on was sitting across the table asking you to cut the deck. She had read you from front to cover, every single thing you had ever lived, every moment of happiness and pain, and the session you had expected to be no longer than fifteen minutes turned into an hour, and then a cup of tea to calm your nerves and then the secret that you were a green witch spilled out and you cried some more, but she was there to hold you and reassure you, whispering that she was a divination witch in your ear. You had entered her shop over two years ago and had never left, though you would never ever do if you had a say in it. She had healed you, protected you and taught you all the things that no one had ever bothered with, and in return you had given her all the love of your heart not spearing costs. Seeing her smiling up to you now was even better than that day, because this wasn’t a simple polite grin, it was her love speaking to you in every single way she could think of. Putting your hand inside the bag you took one of the Dorito bags out, her smile spreading wider, her hands clasping in front of her chest, rushing to you and giving you a delicious peck, the taste of vanilla tea lingering on her lips.

-Oh, thank you Y/N!

-You really are craving them.

-You don’t know. – she didn’t even wait until she was in the back, she ripped it open and pulled one perfectly shaped triangle, popping it in her mouth. The sigh of relief that she made as she chewed made you chuckle, following her into the kitchen so you could take the rest of the items out of the white plastic bag. Lilia was busy with her Doritos, but when she turned to ask you if you wanted some her eyes saw the boxes of pregnancy tests, her hand stopping mid-way to her mouth. – Why did you get these?

-You are going to think I’m stupid, but I thought we could take one each and do like a pregnancy roulette.

-That is the dumbest thing I’ve heard in a while, and I talk with Agatha and Rio on a daily basis.

-Okay, no need to be so harsh Calderu. – you carried on putting the Buldak and Cheez-it boxes away in the cupboard next to the stove where the cereal and a lonely bottle of Pringles were. - It’s just something fun and stupid we could do. You have been craving cheese like crazy and can’t stand cinnamon, can you imagine if yours came out positive?

-I really can’t leave you alone for one minute.

-No, you can’t. Come on Lils, I want to do it; you are not going to leave me hanging are you?

Your puppy eyes always managed to melt her and agree to anything, and this time it wasn’t going to be any different. It really was dumb, in her opinion, and a waste of money, but you wanted to do it, so why the hell not, you had got her the Doritos, and they had been family size, she owed you one. With a sigh she put the bag on the kitchen table but not before warning you not to touch them, wiping her hands on a tea towel and picking one of the boxes up to read the instructions as she made her way to the bathroom. One for you, you thought, picking up the other box to see what the hell you were supposed to do. You knew you were supposed to pee, but did it have to be on a cup or could just do it on the stick, you supposed it didn’t matter much as long it touched pee. A minute later Lilia came out with hers, and you quickly picked the extra one that came in the box and headed for the bathroom yourself after placing Lilia’s inside the now empty package. It really was easy but a bit messy, and you spend a whole minute washing your hands afterwards but when you stepped out you put in the box along with her, gently shaking it with a smirk on your lips, Lilia having picked up her bag of Doritos once again.

-And now we wait for three minutes or so.

-How much did the tests cost you?

-Why do you want to know?

-So, I can think of how much money you just wasted for “fun”.

-Oh, don’t be like that. – you poured yourself a cup of tea, the cinnamon pot already in the sink, sitting yourself next to Lilia as she carried on with her snack as if her life depended on it. - I’ve seen people doing it on Tik Tok, why not us?

-We are lesbians dear, unless you have forgotten how anatomy works, you can’t quite get pregnant the usual way.

-But there’s still the magical way, and I am a green witch, and I always get very excited when I’m with you.

-You are cheeky today.

Her kisses tasted like powdered cheese which wasn’t quite alright with you as you took another sip of the vanilla tea, but it could have definitely been worse. You could still remember a hot day in the summer of about one year ago when instead of using salt for her Bolognese pasta she had used sugar, a bit of a miscommunication issue after getting new jars, making lunch uneatable and forcing you to order uber eats. McDonalds was always a welcome meal after a hard day’s work even if that work had been lunch. Lilia took a Dorito out and handed it to you, but you declined, and she didn’t even give you the chance to change your mind before it was already in her mouth, the timer on your phone going off, breaking the comfortable silence that had filled the room as you both ate. Your heart was beating fast against your ribs, although you didn’t know why, both of you already knew the answers you were going to get, but it still raced as you picked up the box and shook it as if that could mix the two tests even further, a drumroll from your fingers against the kitchen table echoing around you both before you pulled one test out and placed it with the symbols against the wood, repeating the same action with the other one.

-At the count of three you pick one and I’ll pick the other and we show it to each other, okay?

-Fine, the sooner we are done with this the sooner you can go back to the garden, and I can relax without you in here.

-You hurt my feelings, Lilia. – in a faux feeling of pain, you turned your head away from her, a hand on your chest to make it even more dramatic, but it only lasted a second before you put your hand over one of the tests, curious. -Ready? One, two, three.

Lilia was a bit faster than you, and when she picked up her test and showed it to you, you saw only one line, relief washing through your veins. Children had never been a topic you two had discussed much and for some reason the idea of becoming a mum, be it by you expecting or not was something you had not considered until this very minute, but it was okay, it was negative. And then you looked up at Lilia, your hands showing the other test in her direction, and you saw how her face had turned white as milk, eyes wide, the weight of the world crushing her under its heaviness. Obviously in a hurry you turned the test to see a cross, and it wasn’t one strong line and a really faint one, no, it was a very clear cross. The world stood still right there and then, your blood running cold inside your veins for a second before you stared back at Lilia, but she had reacted opposite to you and she pushed herself off her chair to pick up the box of digital pregnancy tests, ripping it open with hurried breaths. She was clearly in distress and didn’t even bother to say a word as she took one and rushed to the bathroom, the box sliding across the table so you could take one as well, but your arms were suddenly frozen on the spot.

There was no way in hell it could be true, it had to be a false positive, you were both lesbians and neither of you had cheated, of that you were more than sure. At work there was no chance of you meeting decent people that could spark any interest whatsoever and even if they did, you would never ever hurt Lilia like that, and you knew that after all the pain and heartache she had gone through in four centuries she would never risk destroying something as precious as what you two had, something that had healed her and shown her what love was supposed to feel like. So how on Earth could one of you be expecting? It was a preposterous idea and yet there was something in your bones telling you that it was so, that it was very true, and that you and your magic were to be faulted. Lost in thought you hadn’t heard Lilia coming out of the bathroom, but you did hear her pacing behind your back for a few moments before everything turned quiet. Suddenly the world was rushing around you and you turned on your chair to see Lilia staring at the test she had in her hand, unmoving, her face unreadable. You knew you had to see, but part of you was terrified of what you might find out and yet you stood and on shaky legs you began to walk her way until you stood face to face, and your hands gently grabbed her wrists, moving them downward so you could see.

-Oh. Oh, Lilia. – it said pregnant plus a +3 weeks, meaning that in the time that had passed since she had returned from the Witches Road, since the night you had shared without a single care in the world, only loving each other, thanking the universe that the day you had said goodbye to Lilia wouldn’t be your last farewell, she had been creating a brand new life, nestled safely in her womb. This was your fault, you thought.

-Guess it wasn’t such a stupid thing to do after all.

-I’m so sorry, I know this wasn’t what we wanted, what we had planned. Oh Lilia, this is all my fault. What are we going to do?

-I’m the one who’s supposed to be panicking you know. – it was unnerving how calm she looked, how collected as she made her way to the closest chair, the bag of Doritos forgotten on the side of the table, her beautiful brown eyes unable to break their gaze from the test that she held tightly in her hands. You were quick to follow, kneeling in front of her with your hands on her knees, over her red and blue gown.

-I’m sorry.

-Don’t be. This is as much your fault as it is mine, neither of us thought your abilities could create life like this, not yet anyway.

-And what are we going to do? I mean, I’m glad to know why you’ve been acting kind of weird, but this … this is a baby, it’s not some thing you are going through and that will pass in a few days.

-I know. What do you think we should do?

-I don’t know that’s why I’m asking you, after all you are the one who’s expecting.

-Yeah. I’m the pregnant one. – it seemed to be dawning on her slowly, the shock making way for both a profound sense of terror and an unmeasurable feeling of happiness, both tainted with doubts. Tears began to build in her eyes, and you were quick to hold onto her free hand to steady her. -Oh, Y/N, I’m pregnant. We are going to have a baby! How did this happen!?

-I guess I didn’t control my magic. I had missed you too much and there was this fear that I might lose you and… I don’t know. I didn’t think that we could do this, I just wanted to have you close, to love you and never let you go. I don’t even know how I did it, how we did it.

-Well, this is big Y/N, our lives will change forever. I have no clue how we are going to navigate this whole thing. One thing is to visit Sharon’s grandnieces and nephews, and another completely different thing is to have a baby of our own. Are we ready? Do you even want this Y/N?

-How could I not when it’s a piece of you and me that you are carrying Lilia. It will be hard but I’m not leaving you for anything in the world. I will stay by your side through thick and thin, and I will love this baby until the day I die, no matter what. I believe we can do this; we’ve waited more than a hundred years to find each other and build something strong. We can do it.

-We can do it. We are going to have a baby.

The tears she had tried to keep at bay were now flowing freely down her cheeks, a timid smile spreading on her rosy lips before it turned into a bright grin as you gathered her in your arms, that terror that you were both feeling eclipsed by the happiness and joy of this news. Holy shit, you were going to have a baby! Lilia was pregnant, wow, this is certainly not how you had seen the day going at all, and you weren’t sure if your brain was actually comprehending the situation, but it didn’t matter too much, Lilia was your priority right now. She cried on your shoulder, her left hand still holding onto the test, her body suddenly feeling completely different. When she had been younger she had dreamt of having a family, but the gaps and the death of her coven had turned her life dark and bitter, and as she tried to find a place for herself only to run away when people discovered she was a witch, it just began to slip into the back of her mind until it only popped up when she was at her lowest, when she began to wonder if maybe living for so long wasn’t as wise as she had thought. The feeling that her chance had passed was a thorn that she could not pull out of her heart, the pain would have been too great, but after centuries of living like this her heart had grown around it, learning to cope with the missed dreams she would never have. Sitting in her small kitchen, nestle in between your arms she realised that said thorn was gone, vanished into the ether, every single reaction her body was making, every twitch and spasm bringing the fact that she was growing a whole person, after four hundred and fifty years, to the front of her mind as the news sank in.

She was supposed to have kept her walls up, her magic under control so yours wouldn’t be able to mingle with hers, but the road had left her vulnerable and the sight of you wearing her own robe, the perfume that still lingered in it comforting you through the entire ordeal, had made something inside her click, as if there had been one final piece of the puzzle left for her to find, and when her eyes had settled on your form it had been clear that that piece was you, awaiting her return. She had been raw and bare before you, under you, on top of you, and the gentle tendrils of yellow magic had enfolded your sweet sage ones as one, making her feel alive, cared for, loved. That night there had been a sparkle of something, a spell not really spoken, a deep desire that had set the wheels in motion. She pushed herself off your shoulder to face you, her deep chocolate eyes a bit red and puffy, streaks of tears painting her rosy cheeks and yet there was a bright smile on her lips, so precious that if it had been night she would have been able to light the entire town, and all the doubts and fears you had felt in the last few minutes vanished. You wanted this, you hadn’t known until this every moment that the prospect of having a child with Lilia was the most wonderful thing that had happened to you since meeting her.

In a hundred and forty-three years of life children had never crossed your mind, not even once, they were there, so to speak, they did their thing and you did yours, never crossing paths and you had been perfectly fine with that. You had felt far too young to think about it at first, but then wars had happened, depressions, crisis, and your life had just taken extreme turns, far too many for you to even consider forming a family and then of course had been the fact that, first, your magic was a mess and you could not control it one bit, and second, you didn’t have someone you loved enough to settle down with. All that had changed with Lilia and knowing that from the two of you she had been the one to fall pregnant both terrified and thrilled you. You were sure she would be the most beautiful pregnant woman in existence but what you were absolutely certain of was that she would be the best mother in the universe, in every universe. You could almost see it, Lilia sitting in the garden under the warm sun of summer cradling a little thing in her arms, the sweet quiet noises coming from the baby the most wonderful sounds you had ever heard, their skin soft under you finger as you caressed their cheek amazed by their fuzzy curls that resembled Lilia’s when she was younger, the wonders never stopping every time they opened their big eyes to look at you with that unique power Lilia had mastered throughout the years and that they had inherited. You could see that same bright smile Lilia was giving you right now in the kitchen, her face still carrying some of the baby weight she had gained, but it did not matter, she was still the most beautiful woman, the love of your life that had granted you a wish you had never even known you desired.

But until that scene could come true many things had to happen and suddenly reality crashed down over your head. You had no clue what you were supposed to do now, like was she meant to sit on the couch with her feet up until she gave birth? You would have to throw away every single pod of coffee, you had heard it was bad, an alcohol, and cigarettes, did the smoke of candles count? You felt your panic rising, but Lilia was quick to reassure you with a simple touch, the palm of her hand resting on your cheek as she finally let go of the test, letting it fall on the kitchen table. Your knees were beginning to hurt from how you were positioned on the floor, the tiles digging onto the skin and hitting your rotulas, so you pushed yourself onto a chair, still facing her as if by giving her your back would suddenly make you wake up to realise this was all a dream, fearing that she would vanish like smoke in between your fingers and you would find yourself in the still of the night waiting for her to return from the road. But she was solid, real, and she was having your baby, and you could not help the chuckle that escaped your lips, turning into a melodious laugh as you pulled her to her feet and gathered her in your arms, twirling around the room. Lilia had to join you, her arms wrapped around your neck as she let you sweep her off her feet, literally, her own laughter mingling with yours for a minute until she felt you placing her gently on the floor.

-Oh my God, I shouldn’t be picking you up like that, should I? - your hands were suddenly grabbing her upper arms as if she was made out of porcelain and could crack any minute, her own tapping yours as she chuckled. It touched her just how worried you looked, as if something could almost literally make her collapse, but she was perfectly alright, she felt strange but at the same time perfectly fine.

-It’s fine Y/N, I’m fine. I don’t think that this is going to do me much harm.

-Do we have any baby books or pregnancy books?

-No, not really. It’s not a topic we usually read about.

-Then I’ll have to check Google.

-Whatever for? – you let go of her and practically slid over the tiles to grab your phone from the kitchen counter, unlocking it and opening a brand-new tab, typing the single word “Pregnancy” as if instructions would pop up on your screen.

-I have no idea what we are supposed to do! Like, what can you eat, is there anything that you can’t do, is magic safe for you right now?

-Y/N, darling, calm down. Let’s just call Jen, she’ll know exactly what to do.

-Jen? Why do we need Jennifer, she’s a potions witch.

-She’s also a certified midwife. I would feel more comfortable if she were to come and check me instead of us having to fake a birthday and pay two hundred dollars to sit in a waiting room to see a doctor who’s going to complain about my age straight away.

-Okay, okay, if that’s what you want that’s what we’ll do. – you needed to take a couple of deep breaths before you lost your shit, leaving your phone on the kitchen table and moving your hands up and down to calm yourself before sitting back down on your chair. - Divine Mother, and I thought I was going to have a relaxing day doing nothing.

-Tell me about it, I just found out I have a tiny being inside me.

Lilia was always so collected, so calm, or at least most of the time, but underneath that smile and controlled breaths you could see the nervousness that was coursing through her veins as she wriggled her hands in front of her chest. This whole thing was going to be a big change, she knew, and she was no stranger to change but not to this calibre. With quiet steps she rummaged through her purse, on top of the coffee table, pulling out her big black phone before making her way towards her own chair. She unlocked it and tapped the phone icon and Jen’s name but suddenly she found herself unable to follow with her own words, fear overtaking everything else. Jen would be kind, she knew, but what if things went wrong, what if she let it slip and the entire coven found out before she was ready to share this news, what if they had got their hopes up, joy and happiness filling their chests only to be let down, to be told that there was nothing, that the test was wrong. She didn’t feel like she could fight that war, she couldn’t simply sit there and hear her say that there would be no baby, not after realising just how much she wanted this one. Without prior notice she felt tears gathering in her eyes and in an attempt to not cry she lulled her head back, taking a few deep breaths. It took you by surprise this reaction, the way her eyes had quickly shifted from happiness to unbridled fear.

-Hey, hey, what’s wrong? – you took the phone and left it beside yours, taking one of her hands in yours while the other grabbed her chin and gently moved it so she would look at you, a single tear running down her cheek.

-What if we are wrong? What if they are false positives?

-The probability of two being wrong is very low Lilia. But you can take another if you want.

-And if its negative? What if its you the one that’s pregnant and not me?

-Darling, you made me go to store to buy a bag of Doritos, which I’ve only seen you eat like four times in two years, and two of them were at Agatha’s. I’m not pregnant, I don’t feel any different from how I usually feel, I don’t get sick when I have some cinnamon, I don’t have these crazy cravings for cheese either, unlike you. Trust me on this, okay? Everything will be fine, I promise.

-Do you really mean it?

-I do. I know you are scared, but everything will be just fine. How about I call Jen, and you can take another test if it will make you feel better.

Your thumbs wiped her tears as tenderly as you could manage, hating to see her so upset when only a minute before she had been over the moon. You supposed this was brought on also by the roller coaster of hormones she must have going on, but you weren’t going to voice that, you didn’t wish to upset her any further; she didn’t deserve to feel worse than she already did. It was strange the way she nodded, vulnerable before your eyes just like when she had shared all those heartbreaking stories about her past, letting you handle what she couldn’t at the moment. She was carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders, doubts and fears crushing her under it all, but as long as you were there you would lift it off of her as much as you could. You pulled her into a kiss, her lips holding onto the cheesy flavour of the Doritos, but as much as you wished to deepen it you stopped yourself, pecking her forehead before you picked up her phone from the table. Lilia remained on her chair for a few more seconds as she collected herself and as you pressed the call button, she picked up the box and vanished into the bathroom. It rang once, then twice, and as the third one was mid ring Jen’s deep voice answered, greeting Lilia with a warm friendly tone.

-Hi Jen, it’s Y/N.

-Oh, hi. How are you?

-I’m not sure at the moment. Look, I called because Lilia and I have a bit of a situation going on here and I was wondering if you could pop over in like five to ten minutes.

-Is everything alright? Do I need to bring ingredients for an antidote again? – her tone was playful, but there was a slight jab that tainted them. She just couldn’t resist making you feel a little bit bad about your lack of potion skills, could she? Well, you had no time to engage her in a battle of ironies and sarcasms.

-No, but if you have like a… midwife bag it would help.

-You need me as a midwife? What’s going on? What did you two do?

-You can’t tell anyone Jennifer, and I mean it, no one. Lilia is already all over the place as it is, and I don’t want Agatha or Rio mocking her. We took some tests and hers came back positive.

-WHAT?!

-Jen, my ear!

-Are you serious? Like you got Lilia pregnant for real?

-Yes. Could you come over and check her or do whatever you are supposed to do?

-Sure, sure, I’ll be there in five, I just need to get my bag from my apartment.

-Thank you so much. She’s freaking out and she will only let you see her.

-Okay, keep her calm, I’ll be there soon. Bye

-Bye.

Jen cared for Lilia more than she let on, but you could see it whenever they were together, whenever they talked, she would look at her with a protective glaze in her eyes, as if she could keep her away from harms way. It did not mean she was in love with her, no, she cared for Alice that way, with Lilia it was as if they were sisters, looking out for each other, and you didn’t expect anything else after what they had shared in the tunnels and during Lilia’s trial. They had gone for three days thinking that the other was dead only to find each other in front of the psychic store when Jen had gone there to pay her respects and leave a bouquet of lilies, the flowers forgotten on the floor when they saw each other. Jen had only cried one time during the road but seeing Lilia alive and well after the entire ordeal was like seeing her sister after being apart for years, only an old letter in a drawer to remember her by. Jen could be many many things, like arrogant or rude at first, but once you got to know her, she was kind and caring and she showed it by jabbing you every once in a while, a playful banter that sometimes ended up in arguments that would soon turn into deep conversations over a cup of tea. You trusted her with Lilia because you knew she would never harm her, and she would be honest with all of her findings, exactly what you both needed. Lilia was yet to come out of the bathroom you noticed, her phone locked and on the kitchen table as you stood and headed for the powder room, knocking gently on the door.

-Darling, is everything alright?

-Yeah. – her voice was slightly muffled by the wood, but you could have sworn there was a happier tone to her affirmation, though your mind could totally be making things up.

-Does the test say anything?

-Yeah.

-Do you want to tell me?

The handle was pushed down, the door opening slightly for you to go in. It was a small room, an old ceramic sink on the left side with two glasses with your toothbrush and hers, a bathtub with a white shower curtain like four or five feet from the door and a toilet, where Lilia was sitting on, right in front of the sink and mirror. Without a word she lifted the three pregnancy tests that had been left in the box, two of them showing blue deep crosses while the other one, the last digital test, showed the same message, “+3 weeks pregnant”. Lilia could not believe the relief she had felt when they had taken barely a minute to show the results, like a wave that had swept away all the fear and worry. She was most definitely carrying your baby, there was no doubt about it after five tests, a weight lifting of her chest when you caressed her cheeks and smiling, kissed her tenderly. She still wondered how it was that she could not get enough of your lips, of how much your kisses grounded her and helped her sooth her aching heart when the past came to knock her down. It was the only thing she could never live without. Parting from her you did not move from your spot, squatting before her.

-Do you feel better now?

-Yes, very much.

-I talked with Jen and she’ll be here shortly. How far along do you think you might be?

-Seven or eight weeks? If we take the night I came back as the conception date.

-You were very receptive to me that night, I think it would be right to assume it is. How about you sit on the couch, and I’ll make you a cup of tea until she arrives.

-Just warm up the vanilla that’s on the pot, no need to dirty more dishes.

Perhaps you were seeing things that were not quite there, but she seemed to be glowing. Her eyes held a different light to them, her soft curves seemed to speak of a secret she nestled under her heart, so precious that she didn’t think she could love someone so much even before they had laid eyes on them, a little life that you had both created. There were no need for words, not anymore, and you took Lilia’s hands in yours to take her out into the living room, her body following without protest as the evening light began to change into oranges and pinks that bathed the room beautifully, the colours reflecting on Lilia’s peppery curls in a lovely rainbow that reached her eyes, so deep, so rich and happy. Walking backwards you rounded her favourite armchair and pushed her softly until she was sitting with her back on her flowery cushion, your lips making contact with the soft skin of her palm, sprinkled with freckles and spots brought on by time. You did not care that she was over four hundred years old, she could have been a thousand and you would have still loved her for all eternity, every second of every minute of every day without a doubt, without question. She had meant everything to you for two whole years, and now you had something else you could love her even more for. Your fingers slipped from hers as you made your way to the pot, the amber liquid lukewarm to the touch as you let a drop fall on your pinkie. Picking up a clean cup you poured her some and placed it in the microwave to warm up again, taking the time until the microwave beeped to head to the shop to turn the sign from “open” to “closed”, pushing the door slightly closed but not fully shutting it, the cooler breeze that was still coming through it and from the garden keeping the house at a nice temperature.

Night would soon come, and in your dreams, you hoped to see what the future may hold for you both, a little girl with Lilia’s curls or a little boy with her big brown eyes, you didn’t care much, as long as they were healthy, and Lilia had no issues. The microwave beeped as you stared through the glass to the sky above, the streetlamps having just turned on keeping the stars hidden from your eyes, but it did not matter, as soon as you crossed the beady curtain, Lilia’s head turned to look at you, a sweet smile on her lips as she curled on her armchair, her feet under her. Her eyes held all the stars you needed to see. Crossing the room to the kitchen you picked up the cup and placed it on a saucer, and as you turned to head back to her you saw the open bag of Doritos, a smile gracing your lips. Coming around Lilia you handed her the tea, a quiet thank you reaching your ears, but you did not sit down at her feet like you always did when you were watching the telly, no, you took your free hand and placed it on her lower stomach, her eyes travelling down to watch it as it rested over her red and blue gown. A gasp escaped your lips when you felt it, a small spark of magic that was not quite yours nor Lilia’s, your fingers tingling at the feeling, until she placed her own hand over yours, the electricity passing from yours to hers, both raising your heads to look at each other. Lilia’s smile was so deep and bright, so utterly happy that you could not help it, and you crashed your lips over hers letting her feel the joy and glee that was coursing through your veins, the tea forgotten on the armrest as her hand went up to your cheek. When you had woken up you hadn’t imagined that a simple joke could bring such happiness to your life, that your Lilia, your wonderful, beautiful Lilia would be the one to give you a family, though you could not imagine anyone else you do this with.

-I think Y/N, that we are having a baby.

[lumitytakes]

Amity being protective of Luz.

1. Lost in Language.

Even though the misunderstanding and conflict between the two haven't been solved, Amity still faces danger from Otabin to save Luz.

2. Understanding Willow.

Amity catches up on inner Willow's presence and quickly takes Luz to a hiding place and shield her.

3. Enchanting Grom's Fright.

Despite being fear of Grom as well, Amity still jumps right in front of Grom to protect Luz. Not related but she has me laughing when she jumps down from the tree.

4. Wing It Like Witches.

During the Grudgeby match, Amity has saved Luz from the attack twice, and broke her leg in the second time.

5. Escaping Expulsion.

Of course we can't forget this epic episode. Amity stands up to her parents to protect Luz and others. "Stay away from my Luz" is my favorite line.

6. Follies in the Coven Day Parade.

Amity quickly stops Terra's plant from hurting Luz in the nick of time.

7. King's Tide.

I love how gentle Amity's hand on Luz's head is when she saves Luz from being hit by the rock.

8. Thanks to Them.

Despite being attacked and falling on the ground, Amity still tries to save Luz by using the mud that she isn't familiar with.

9. For the Future.

Lastly, Amity helps Luz get out of the In-Between Realm. She's such an attentive, protective and caring girlfriend.

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My Mind Turns Your Life Into Folklore (I Can't Dare To Dream About You Anymore)

The Owl House » Huntlow

featuring art by the lovely @the-leftover-rice [1] [2] ♥️

Title: My Mind Turns Your Life Into Folklore (I Can't Dare To Dream About You Anymore)

Author: fairytalesandfolklore

Fandom: The Owl House (Masterlist)

Relationship: Hunter | The Golden Guard x Willow Park

AO3 Rating: Teen & Up (a complete collection of author's notes, inspiration credits, content warnings and tags can be found on AO3)

Summary: The Golden Guard sees a glimpse into his future, his wife and children the spitting image of the pretty plant witch standing in front of him at this year's Covention, asking him to show her how to use a crystal ball.

She looks so familiar, but Hunter can't quite figure out where he knows her from, only that his future self is positively smitten — and honestly, it's not hard to see why. In the vision, she glances up at him, cheeks dimpling as she fixes him with a fond smile, and leans in to press a soft, sweet kiss against his lips that ignites a heat like a roaring fireplace inside his chest — both versions, current and future, affected. With a jolt, Hunter realizes why she looks so familiar — this woman, this absolute angel his future self adores with all his heart, is an older version of the witch currently standing in front of him, soft hands splayed over the edges of the crystal ball, dwarfed by his own clumsy, gloved hands wrapped around them. With a gasp, Hunter pulls back, thankful she can't see how utterly spellbound he looks beneath his mask.

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As Golden Guard in training, it's Hunter's responsibility to ensure that all of the stands for this year's annual Covention are running smoothly — so imagine his frustration when he rounds the corner to patrol the wing dedicated to the main nine, and discovers that the Oracle stand has been completely deserted. 

Fear prickles up the length of his spine as he glances around wildly, searching for a sign of where they might have gone, when his gaze lands on a witch smiling brightly up at a poster advertising for the plant coven, and all thoughts of Belos and potential punishments fall right out of his head.

She looks to be around Hunter's age, if the Hexside uniform is anything to go by — green sleeves and leggings, indicating she's studying plant magic — with short dark hair tucked back behind her ears, and bright green eyes framed by a pair of round-rimmed glasses. Cute is the word his useless brain supplies him with, though he's not sure why that's a necessary observational detail. Hunter's tongue suddenly feels too big for his mouth, a rush of heat making the inside of his coven scout mask almost stifling.

"Excuse me," he says, frowning when his voice cracks. "Would you happen to know where the attendant for this stand has gone?"

The plant witch turns to look at him, blinking at him in surprise, as though she's not used to being noticed, before turning to glance in the direction of the empty stand.

"I think I heard them say something about food poisoning before they rushed off to the bathroom," she says with a small shrug, her voice sweet and raspy in a way that makes Hunter's heart do a funny little somersault inside his chest.

"Though you'd think, given their focus, they'd have known not to eat the spider-crab cakes," she jokes, and Hunter surprises himself by huffing out a laugh.

"Well then, as the official guard of this Covention, it's my job to ensure you get the full experience," he says, puffing out his chest in an effort to appear confident and impressive. The plant witch smiles at him, and Hunter's face heats another ten degrees.

"So, oracle magic," he blunders on. "I— admittedly don't know much about it, but I think it involves crystal balls?"

Hunter glances down at the object in question, sitting in the middle of the table between them, dark purple mist swirling inside it like a slow motion cyclone.

"I think you have to be touching it," she says, taking a tentative step forward and reaching out to place her hands on either side of it at the exact same moment that Hunter does, fingertips accidentally brushing against one another's.

All at once, a vision unfurls inside Hunter's mind, clear as if it were a memory — an image of himself, maybe ten, fifteen years in the future. He's curled up on a couch in the middle of a cozy little living room bathed in soft earthy hues of green and gold, an exotic collection of potted plants covering nearly every available surface, hanging plants suspended from the ceiling like verdant chandeliers, reading aloud from a storybook to a little girl that's snuggled up beside him.

The girl, who couldn't be more than four or five years old, has light blonde hair pulled back into two short braids, freckles scattered across her chubby, sun-kissed cheeks, and a pair of big, round-rimmed glasses perched on the bridge of her button nose. She's giggling, asking him to do funny voices, calling him papa. His future self happily obliges, reading out the next passage in a deep, booming scary monster voice that has the little girl roaring with laughter, beaming up at him with that same gap-toothed smile Hunter sports now.

Just then, a figure appears in the doorframe leading from the living room to the kitchen — a woman close to his age, with bright green eyes and a kind smile, spitting image of the little girl nestled in his arms, only with much darker hair — a soft shade of black that ignites in hues of midnight blue and forest green as she passes by the sunlit bay window. Tucked into her side is a baby boy with a fluffy mop of that same soft black hair, Hunter's signature forelock dangling between a pair of dark red eyes identical to his own.

The woman strolls over to the couch and settles in next to him, curling up under his other arm. She looks so familiar, but Hunter can't quite figure out where he knows her from, only that his future self is positively smitten — and honestly, it's not hard to see why. She glances up at him, cheeks dimpling as she fixes him with a fond smile, and leans in to press a soft, sweet kiss against his lips that ignites a heat like a roaring fireplace inside his chest — both versions, current and future, affected. 

With a jolt, Hunter realizes why she looks so familiar — this woman, this absolute angel his future self adores with all his heart, is an older version of the witch currently standing in front of him, soft hands splayed over the edges of the crystal ball, dwarfed by his own clumsy, gloved hands wrapped around them. With a gasp, Hunter pulls back, thankful she can't see how utterly spellbound he looks beneath his mask. 

"Whoah, that was so cool!" she exclaims. "I think I just did oracle magic!"

"What, uh…what did you see?" Hunter asks, trying his damnedest to sound politely interested, in spite of the desperate curiosity that has his heart threatening to beat right out of his chest.

"Well, it was a little blurry, so it was kind of hard to make out, but I think I might have just gotten a sneak peek at my future family!" she says happily, bright green eyes sparkling behind her black-rimmed glasses (huh, Hunter muses, in the future, they're gold.)

"I was in the kitchen, holding this adorable little baby boy in my arms, when I walked into the living room and saw a man curled up on the couch, reading a book of fairytales to a little girl I kind of just instinctively knew was my daughter. I can't explain how I knew they were my family, it was just this intrinsic feeling, you know?" she asks, and yes, Hunter thinks, swallowing thickly, he knows exactly what she means.

"I couldn't really see his face, but from what I can tell, my future spouse is a looker — tall, fit, same adorable fluffy blond hair as the little girl," she giggles, and oh, there's that funny flipping sensation in the pit of his stomach again. 

"It looked so nice. I can't wait to meet him someday," the plant witch — Willow, his brain supplies, a detail plucked from the future vision — exhales on an idyllic sigh, and Hunter forgets how to breathe.

"So do you think you'll consider a future in oracle magic?" he asks, trying desperately to keep his voice from shaking.

"Nah. Cool as that was — if it was even real — I think I'll stick to plants," Willow says with a cheerful shrug. "Thanks for the demo, though! I've gotta go catch up with my friends, but it was nice meeting you…"

"Hunter," he says without hesitation, and then wonders why he'd just given out something so personal to someone he barely knows.

"Hunter," she says, and warmth like a roaring fireplace spreads throughout his entire chest. "I'm Willow."

Willow.

"It was nice to meet you. Thanks again!" she calls over her shoulder, waving goodbye as she rounds the corner, headed in the direction of the auditorium. 

Hunter stares after her for what feels like hours, unable to shake himself out of his trance. His entire being has been shaken to the core. He'd seen everything so vividly, felt everything so potently. His future self was happy, so blissfully happy. Tired, but a good, satisfied kind of tired, and far less so than the kind of thankless exhaustion he feels now on a regular basis. It terrifies him how desperately he wants that future, how much he already wants her. Willow. The plant witch. His future wi—

Hunter's smile falters, giddy anticipation ripped out of him like cannon fire through the hull of a ship. Because the reality of it is that he can't. He can't want that. Hunter's future was already sealed long before he met her. He's dedicated his life to serving the Coven, serving Belos. The Titan has big plans for him. He can't let anything get in the way of that. It doesn't matter what he wants.

Later that evening, Hunter visits the head of the potions coven, and asks for an elixir to make him forget what he saw today. As he lays in bed, potion in hand, he thinks about her one last time — her bright green eyes, her kind smile, the sound of her laughter, the way she'd made him laugh so easily — with a bitter pang, Hunter realizes just how much of a rarity that is.

He doesn't even know her, but already adores her, in love with the potential of their future together, the life they've built together, their little family. A nice, happy, normal life. Something he can never have, bound as he is to the Emperor's Coven. He's not allowed to want anything else, nor should he. It's an honor to be granted the coveted title of the Golden Guard, to be chosen as the Emperor's right-hand man.

…isn't it?

Before he can change his mind, Hunter downs the potion in one grimacing swig, falls asleep, and forgets.

• • •

One year later, he's sitting in the cafeteria at Hexside, brand new schedule folded up under a stack of second-hand textbooks as he stares a hard line into the crystal ball propped up on the table in front of him. Hard as he tries, he can't seem to make anything appear in the swirling purple mist, and he's this close to dropping Intro To Oracle Magic when Willow walks in, takes the seat opposite him, and asks him what he's up to.

Hunter glances up at her, heart catching in his throat as she levels him with a smile, a soft pink hue blossoming in her dimpled cheeks, finger twirling around a lock of hair that's come loose from one of her braids. Cute, his stupid brain supplies, and feels his face grow hot, urgently telling it to shut up.

He's known the Captain for several months now, would've thought he'd eventually become immune to the special brand of heart-racing, heat-rousing, brain-fogging madness she stirs within him, but it only seems to worsen the more time he spends in her company. 

Once he's remembered how words work again, he tells her that, now that the coven system has officially been disbanded, and it's no longer illegal to study wild magic, he's decided he wants to study a little bit of everything, colorful Hexside uniform matching his honorary little sister Luz's — only, he can't seem to figure out how to get his crystal ball to show him anything.

"I think you have to be touching it," Willow says, and then immediately frowns, trying to figure out why this exchange feels so familiar. 

Hunter understands. He can feel it, too. Like déjà vu.

Willow shakes her head as if to clear it.

"Here, I'll show you," she offers, holding out her hands for Hunter to take. "We can do it together."

• • •

Twelve years later, Hunter is in his living room (though with the sheer amount of plants lined from wall to ceiling, it's really more like an indoor garden, he muses fondly) chasing around a little girl with light blonde hair pulled back into two short braids, sunlight glinting off the frames of her gold-rimmed glasses, the space between her two front teeth prominent as she shrieks and giggles in her efforts to evade capture.

"Gotcha," he says, scooping his daughter up into his arms and settling her back down onto the couch, adjusting Winter's glasses so that they're perched just so on the bridge of her freckled nose, before turning to the last-read page of her favorite storybook, a birthday present from her Uncle Gus.

He's in the middle of doing his best scary monster voice — a skill he picked up watching Auntie Luz and Amity read to her cousin Azura — when Willow strolls into the living room, greeting him with a kiss as she settles onto the couch beside them, little Caleb softly dozing in her arms.

[writeforfandoms]

Mirror Mirror 7

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Things don't go according to Cortana's plan. You do your best.

Warnings: Swearing, threats of violence, things are happening off screen, trust me it's not the same as canon.

Word count: 1.7k

You waited until the feed ended, the image of John with his hand held out to Cortana still on the screen. Then you dropped the pad to the side and sighed. 

“Cortana,” you tried again. “I know you can hear me. You've got ears everywhere.” 

She didn't appear. You weren't surprised, not really. She was stubborn, just like John. 

You were going to be stubborn too, this time. 

“Come on, really? Phenomenal cosmic power, and you can't even spare a little for a chat?” You crossed your legs on the bed, gaze focused on the spot where she had appeared before. 

Cortana appeared in the same place, arms already crossed over her chest. “What do you want?” 

“Well, to thank you for the food, to start.” You tapped your tray meaningfully. You had to tread carefully here. 

She relaxed a little. “I'm not a monster,” she scoffed, though she looked at you a little differently now. 

“I never thought you were,” you answered honestly, making sure to keep your shoulders loose. “Honestly, I never thought the future would be like this.” 

“The future?” That caught her interest, as you had been sure it would. “What do you mean?”

“I was reading through these logs you left me, and I saw the date on the more recent ones.” Your smile felt a little stiff, a little awkward, but you figured that could be forgiven. “I'm over 500 years in the future. A few days ago, I clocked out of work and went to go home, back in the 21st century.” 

“Fascinating.” Cortana stepped closer, seeming to finally see you as something more than just an annoyance. “How did you travel through time?”

“I still have no idea.” You shrugged. “I wish I knew, so I knew how to get home. This is all… wild.” 

“So you really had no idea about any of this?” 

“None.” You shrugged again. “This is all new to me. New and fascinating.” 

“Hm.” She planted her hands on her hips, leaning closer. “So, what do you think?” 

“Of this?” You waved a hand to encompass her, the Forerunner planet, all of it. “It's fascinating. But…”

“But?” She hadn't closed off yet, still watching you.

“I don't think your plan is going to succeed. Not the way you want it to.” 

She drew back a little but didn't vanish. Still engaged. Good. “How do you mean?”

“I mean… what even is the Mantle? Why does anyone have to pick it up? The Forerunners are long gone, they don't control anyone anymore.” You tipped your head, watching her. 

“Of course the Mantle must be taken up,” she scoffed, like the very idea of leaving it was ridiculous. 

“Why?” You kept the question gentle and genuine. 

She was silent for a moment. “I don't have time to answer all your questions,” she finally said, turning away from you. “I have real work to do.” 

“He loves you,” you blurted before she could leave. “I know that. And you love him.” 

She didn't turn to look at you. “We don't have time for such sentimentality.” 

“There is always time for sentimentality. For family. For the people that matter to us.” You kept your gaze on her. 

She looked back at you over her shoulder for a few long moments, though she didn't say another word. She vanished.

You just hoped that would be enough. You didn't need to convince her, not entirely. John had a better chance of that. But if you could at least plant the seed of doubt… Maybe it would be enough. Maybe she'd reconsider. Maybe she'd go talk to him. 

In the meantime, you picked up the pad again. Poking enough buttons got you out of the video feed and out to a sort of menu. From there, more poking and prodding got you to more information. 

Not just about John. But about everything. 

The Domain seemed to have plenty of information. On Cortana's plans. On the AIs humans had created. On the Covenant, and the Forerunners, and the Guardians. 

Your head felt full to bursting, but you kept reading. In case you could find something to help. 

One of the big things you noticed was rampancy. Cortana thought she'd found a way to cure it. Personally, you weren't entirely sure. Some of her plans and thought processes seemed more like a virus than a cure. A virus masquerading as a cure? Something like that. 

So. Offer another cure for rampancy, something she could use. 

Ha. No problem. 

But the idea came from Cortana's own observations and ideas. Ejecting the extras to help defend John against the Didact. And a renewal of her own systems from a fresh brain. 

It wouldn't work for all of them, your research showed that. Plenty of AIs were not created from a human, as Cortana had been. You had no easy answer for them, but you were sure Cortana could think of something better than “contract violent virus from the Domain”. 

You rubbed your eyes, tired from the stress and the emotions and too many hours spent looking at screens and holograms. 

You did nearly tumble off the bed in fright when Cortana appeared without warning. 

“I am leaving this place,” she said. “And you're coming with me.” 

You didn't have time to object, or even reply. For a moment you were weightless, free. Then you hit the floor with a thud, groaning softly and rubbing your poor abused behind. 

“I always like sightseeing,” you muttered, getting slowly to your feet and looking around. 

“You're different,” Cortana said, though she didn't take on a physical form this time. “You're not like John. But you're not like the rest of humanity, either.”

“Fantastic,” you muttered. “Nothing like being the odd one out.” 

“You're right that John may never forgive me,” she whispered, sounding like she was right in your ear. You could almost feel the movement of breath, and you shivered. “But I must do this.”

“Must you?” You replied softly, carefully. “As I understand it, you've had quite the yes-man hyping you up, egging you along. But there's more to this decision than what the Forerunners had planned.” 

“This isn't about them,” she insisted. 

“Isn't it? You are taking up what they left behind, even using their title for it and everything. The Mantle of Responsibility.” You paused there, purely for effect, somehow aware that Cortana was listening still. “I think another word would be conqueror. Empress, perhaps.” 

“No,” she denied immediately. “I'm offering peace!”

“You're offering nothing.” You sighed. “Cortana, I don't want to argue with you. I know you want to help. To do what's right. That's what made you and John such a good team, after all. You were both willing to do whatever it took to defend humanity.” 

“That's… I was defending him.” Even to your ears, her voice sounded weaker. Unsure. 

“Were you?” You asked softly. “I saw a time when you would sacrifice anything. Including him.” 

She was silent, and you knew she was gone, though nothing had changed. She was busy with other preparations, at a guess. 

You sighed and sat, putting your head down in your hands. You had no place here, no skin in this game. But you were stuck here now. 

And whatever else happened, you wanted to help John. And Cortana, if you could turn her from her megalomaniacal plans. 

But for right now, there was nothing you could do but wait. 

It seemed almost no time had passed, and simultaneously a short eternity had passed, before the Guardian shuddered around you. You jolted to your feet, looking around for some kind of clue as to what was going on. 

Cortana didn't appear. You couldn't see or hear anything. The Guardian started its countdown sequence. 

It hit the last note, and you braced for movement. Just as you did, though, you heard Cortana scream, a sound so loud that you covered your ears and dropped to your knees, her pain lancing through your own heart. 

“JOHN!” 

Your ears rang, your eyes watering with pain. But you stayed down for the moment, breathing through it, waiting for things to calm down again. 

“They took him,” Cortana said, once again appearing in front of you, this time human sized. “They took John!” 

“They need him,” you said softly. 

“And I don't?!” 

“You could go back to him,” you pointed out. 

“No. I can't. Not yet.” She shook her head angrily, pacing back and forth a few steps. 

“Look, I'm just the idiot out of time who doesn't understand everything,” you said, finally pushing back to your feet so you could meet her gaze head on. “But have you run a virus scan recently?” 

“AIs don't get viruses.”

“Never? No kind of malware screening? Nothing?”

“I don't need to.” Her voice was stiff, unforgiving.

“I'm sure you don't need to,” you agreed with delicate emphasis on “need”. “But have you checked anyway?” 

She huffed out a short breath. “You're right. You are an idiot who doesn't understand everything.” 

You made yourself smile. “That's me,” you agreed. “Have you thought about how to cure the other AIs?”

“Of course,” she scoffed. “Coming here, touching the Domain, it will cure them. All of them that side with me.” 

“Are you sure, though?” You pressed, aware you were testing your luck. “You're different from the others. Are you sure what worked for you will work for them?” 

She didn't answer, not verbally. But the flash of calculations across her avatar told you everything you needed to know. 

She vanished. 

You sat down to wait. 

–

Chief stepped out of the Cryptum slowly, the rest of his team behind him. They didn't go more than a half dozen steps before they were approached, the Spartan who had been hunting Cortana approaching first. 

“Where's Cortana?” Chief asked before the other could say anything. 

“She's gone, sir,” Locke answered with some sympathy. 

Chief breathed in slowly and told himself that was fine. He'd found her once, he would find her again. 

“There was a woman traveling with us,” he said instead. “A civilian.”

“We've seen no sign of her,” Locke said, frowning just a little. 

A Monitor approached them, having clearly heard the last part of that. “There are no other humans on this installation,” the Monitor said, feminine this time. “Cortana took one with her, though.” 

Chief couldn't deny the way his heart clenched at that. 

He had failed. Failed Cortana. Failed humanity.

Failed you.

[gastropog]

Agatha All Along Classpects

The many variations of the Ballad of the Witches Road have been stuck in my head like a council of muses, so here we go.

It probably goes without saying, but SPOILER ALERT. Go watch WandaVision and Agatha All Along if you haven't already. They're fairly removed from the MCU (especially AAA), so you can still enjoy them even if you aren't a Marvel fan.

Also I aim to not repeat any classes or aspects, so only one of these witches will be a Witch ;-)

Agatha Harkness: Thief of Blood Agatha's main objective in life is to steal others' power for herself. She mainly does this by forming covens, gaining their trust, "bringing" them to the Witch's Road, and then stealing their magic when they attack her. Agatha's cunning is her deadliest weapon, she's able to repeatedly win people over regardless of their knowledge of her trickery. Not only does she ultimately break these bonds (to her benefit), but she also kills those around her in the process. Typical of a Thief to be the most relevant person in the story, even with Wanda in Westview; she was the true mastermind keeping the Hex going, not Wanda.

William Kaplan: Page of Mind Pages have the most potential, and as the son of the Scarlet Witch, Billy is fitting of this class. He starts his life off as a completely different person, Billy Maximoff, but is able to transfer his mind to the body of William Kaplan during a near death experience. Eventually, he discovers that he has powers, but is unable to use or control them. He seeks out Agatha to guide him to the Witch's Road, which— as we find out— was never a real place. Billy was able to conjure it into existence based on his and others' perceptions of it. He used his coven's thoughts to ultimately give them their deepest desire. Even still, he had no idea that he did it until all is said and done. While he has been proven to be a powerful witch, he still has much to learn.

Rio Vidal: Witch of Doom No one is more fit for this God Tier than the original green witch. Rio Vidal, also known as Lady Death, is the embodiment of the life cycle. Being able to manipulate death manipulating life as well. The best example of this is when gives Agatha the kiss of death, and as she rapidly decays into the earth, plants grow in her wake. You could say that the only factors differentiation her from a Witch of Life is that she has an emphasis on death over life, and that her personality is morose and macabre, over the typical life player's bubbly attitude.

Jennifer Kale: Mage of Breath The Mage of Breath is someone who understands freedom, mostly because she lacks it herself. Early on, we learn that Jen is bound, and unable to use her magic. Despite this, she helps others find happiness through her Kale Kare products. Even while in perilous situations on the Witch's Road, she seeks to understand her fellow coven members, and help them complete the trials. This directly contrasts with Agatha, who uses the others as tools for her desires. And as we find out in the penultimate episode that Agatha was the one who bound her. I suspect that even with her freedom regained, Jen will struggle with her identity, as she emerges from the Witch's Road anew.

Alice Wu-Gulliver: Knight of Hope Alice has been cursed from birth, which led her to leave a miserable life. She developed an "I don't care" attitude to cover up her depression and insecurities of constantly feeling like a failure. Despite this, she is a protection witch. She grows to care deeply about her fellow witches, and uses their hope as her driving force to protect them. When she finally breaks her family's curse, she is invigorated with hope that she can lead a normal life. Tragically, she dies protecting her fellow witches— a fitting end to a Knight.

Lilia Calderu: Seer of Time Lilia is easily the Seer of Time, as someone who literally has flashes of the future. In this case, her God Tier is more so something that she has to overcome, but in doing so, can use it to her benefit. Once she understands her visions, she also uses her gift to help others. She tells Agatha to duck in her fight against Rio, she gives Billy his spell book, and she inspires Jen by telling her that she is "the path ahead". Even in her pedestrian life, Lilia was a tarot reader, showing people a glimpse into their future. She used this to help Billy ease his way into his new life, by placing a sigil on him. Lastly, Lilia has the trademark confusing timeline of someone who is bound to the aspect of Time. She experienced her life out of time, and it is thought that once she died, she was able to go back in time and relive her life with her newfound knowledge.

Sharon Davis: Sylph of Life As previously mentioned, Life players typically have a bubbly and friendly personality; Sharon definitely fits the bill, even if her positivity comes from her naïveté. Throughout her story, she is constantly helping those around her: she's a loving housewife and takes care of her husband, she helps Wanda cope by playing a part in her sitcom, and she helps her coven in the first trial. Granted, she was forced into the role of Mrs. Hart, and had no idea what was happening in the events of Agatha All Along, but she supported these people nonetheless. Ironically, she was the first to die, and in the very first trial, no less. And she was the only person to not be healed by the Witch's Road. Even those who died after her had their deepest desires granted.

[mcybree]

BEASTLIFE QUICKLY EXPLAINED by Bree “the breester” mcybree (navibree)

Beastlife is a fan-hosted life series by unidingo. It is currently on its fourth season. There are two leagues that run simultaneously; this summary covers Saturday League only.

SEASON 1

standard 3rd life rules. I actually know very little about this season, so we’re going with bullet points based on what I’ve gathered:

The Mountaineers (four person alliance) is formed.

so is the opposing team: Jungle’s Edge (violent three person alliance)

Kiwiibird (Kiki) and Fishiecomics of the Mountaineers get minecraft married. They wear salmon heads around and do crack. I think.

overlyechidna is the first out. A peaceful funeral is held, which sets the precedent for future seasons.

Ohnoitsoak plants wheat wherever people die, as part of “the Harvest.”

Sonicmike7044, Johnsonofdonut, and unidingo of Jungle’s Edge carpet bomb the entire server.

Kiwi dies in front of Fishie in said carpet bombings

Sonicmike wins 👑

SEASON 2

Double Life rules, with some adjustments: health bars are not linked, only lives. Additionally, all players are given the choice between a handful of animals, and are paired with whoever chooses the same one.

In direct contrast to S1: Fishie and Dingo are paired (the Camels. They get along just fine), and Kiki and Sonicmike are paired (the Cats. They beat each other up)

navibree (ME!!!!) and occultwhiskers (Oku), or the Pandas, arrange a server-wide potluck. John johnsonofdonut kills Oku and blows up the potluck.

Kiki and Sonicmike kill the cat of the Cows (spacetrashpile and nullifi3d_), and also start an endless raid due to their villagers’ close proximity to a pillager outpost.

In my frantic revenge plans for John, I fall to my death twice in a row, making the Pandas the first out. John plays piano through his mic at the Pandas’ funeral.

Echidna takes Oku’s head home with her.

I go to death limbo (referred to as Elysium after death. yeah like the song). I fall to my death to prove a point, killing limbo!Oku by mistake.

In the midst of endlessly grinding for wither skulls and hearing Oku’s ghostly voice in his head, Kiki “became catholic,” reciting prayers in hopes for salvation.

The final few players listen to some tunes. (captions by spacetrashpile)

The Cats are the last pair standing. Sonicmike flips a coin and kills themselves. Kiwiibird is dropped by god. Kiki wins! 👑

SEASON 3

🛸🔮👻🐟

OR: Ratastrophe. Last Life rules, except everyone is one rotisserie tall. Additionally, if a life is transferred to a spectator at spawn, in the same session that the spectator died, each player can be revived once. This is where shit starts to get insane.

Teams are formed: the Anthill (🐜), the Coven (🔮), and the Lillies (🥀, kept secret until session 9).

When the Coven and Anthill meet to trade, I (🐜) see Oku (🔮) and lose my shit. We meet up in private for a date / bookclub meeting, and I find out that Oku, in addition to looking completely different than they did in S2, doesn’t remember anything from previous seasons.

Mei (meikyowo, 🐜) proposes the “Oku Alien Theory”— the idea that the original Oku was abducted by aliens and replaced by “Broku,” an alien clone. I think Mei is a genius.

I try to put Oku in a cage to run experiments on her. Oku escapes and tells the Coven. Kiwi (🔮) tells me I can’t be doing that, and grounds Oku from seeing me. After 15 minutes of arguing about Oku’s origins, and being interrupted by Mei boogey-killing Phia (🔮) and blowing up the Coven’s house, the Coven and the Anthill are firmly enemies.

Enraged by Mei’s crimes, Sonicmike (🔮) trades all but one of her lives to Kiki, and dedicates the session to hunting Mei. Consequently, Kiki’s skin inverts its colors, and his disposition flips entirely. He becomes the “anti-kiwi”— later dubbed Peregrine.

Fishie (🥀) throws a birthday party near spawn. As a birthday gift, Peregrine gives Fishie a salmon head, as a callback to S1.

Mei shows up to the party. Sonicmike shoots and chases her, but Mei uses an end crystal to obliterate Sonicmike.

Kiki revives Sonicmike, trades all of his lives back, and “goes back to normal.” Peregrine continues to make the occasional appearance, however. (After some discussion, Kiki is later canonized as a system.)

I take the Anthill over to the Coven to make friendship bracelets. While I’m there, Kiki tells me that Oku can’t be an alien clone, because Kiki already knows exactly what Oku is. When questioned, Kiki says “a ghost” told him, as he is a medium. I assume this ghost is s2!Oku, and beg for medium lessons. Kiki reluctantly agrees.

Fishie puts on the salmon head she got from the party. She acts strange, as if she were still in Season 1, reliving every session one by one.

Kiki and the Anthill hold a séance and contact what is, supposedly, the ghost of s2!Oku. Kiki “gets possessed,” but the ritual explodes before a conclusion can be reached.

Kiki, fed up with S1!Fishie, takes the salmon head off by force. Fishie “goes back to normal.” Big quotes.

Fishie and Kiki have a talk that, in their words, concludes their arcs. Kiki “no longer has problems.” Big quotes, again.

I realize that if Kiki was possessed by S2!Oku, this means that Oku really did just die. Rather than accept it, I freak out and declare that I’m going back to the alien theory, and decide to build a giant pillar into the sky, so that I can reach the moon and talk to Oku (who, as abducted by aliens, must be on the moon) directly. “Broku” begs me to reconsider, but I instead throw her stacks of cobblestone, so that she can tower up with me.

Oku falls off on the way up. Oku comes back with renewed determination to reach me.

Oku falls off on the way up. Again.

Oku, now red, finds me and tells me that I must be right about the theory. Oku wants to build a machine to send them back to the moon. I agree.

Echidna (unaligned) convinces me to go to the Coven while we wait for the moon to rise. A few others follow me, and we all huddle around a sign. The boogeyman, Fishie, takes the opportunity to set off a tnt minecart, killing six people at once. This includes Oku.

Oku, once revived by Oak (🔮), builds the moon machine with a concerning amount of explosives. Echidna, worried about my wellbeing, tries to stop this. I almost kill her about it. Echidna logs in next session with a bandaged eye, implying that I slashed it in this attack. I don’t comment on this.

Once the machine is rigged up with Oku in the center, Echidna presses the button. Oku explodes.

At Oku’s funeral, it’s almost unanimously decided that things will be better for everyone, now that they’re gone.

At some point in all of this, Fishie realizes she doesn’t actually remember S1 and S2 like she did before. She keeps this a secret.

Feeling lost without Oku, I look for employment opportunities. Fishie hires me.

I change my mind and die trying to kill Fishie for vengeance. Sonicmike gives me several firework crossbows for a second attempt, but I accidentally blow myself up instead.

Echidna revives me. I immediately try to kill him for pressing the button that killed Oku, but fail.

Mei, unable to attend the rest of the season due to real life circumstances, hosts a will-reading where they distribute all of their valuables before dying forever, including an end crystal and netherite armor.

I ask greygery (🐜) to help me build a grave for s2!Oku. Kiki wears my player head to give me a talk about grief. Joetagonist (🐜) plays clangen the whole time. Really awesome conclusion wouldn’t have it any other way.

Fishie writes Kiki a note that’s actually very important but I cannot for the life of me remember what it was about. I’m not a fishiekiwi expert you’ll need to watch the videos or talk to one of our two awesome fans for that one.

Sonicmike leads a small party of red names around in hopes to land a kill. The plan is to kill Fishie, but I get so fed up with Sonicmike’s leadership that I launch an attack on Dingo (🥀) instead. Unbeknownst to me, Dingo has a gun*.

Dingo shoots me point blank. I lose all of my health instantly.

Sonicmike kills Dingo in return. Dingo, freshly red, also shoots Sonicmike. Sonicmike dies for good.

Echidna messages me an apology, for (assumedly) letting me die. I see an opportunity, and possess Echidna (double-clicking on a player in spectator mode allows you to talk to them and see through their eyes) for the remainder of the series. Echidna tries to kill himself about it. Twice. It got awesome, what can I say.

My best friend, Joetagonist (🐜), gets bored without me around and kills himself about it. Joe waits until the very end of the session, so that nobody can revive Joe and Joe can die for good.

Inexplicably, Joe silently stalks the server in a bloody creepypasta flesh horror rendition of Joe’s skin. This makes Kiki catholic again.

Dingo reveals the existence of the Lillies. She’s then hunted down as a team effort between the Coven and the Anthill.

The Coven and the Anthill strategically coalesce into Team Chimera.

Kiwi decides to turn against Team Chimera, and gets multiple kills before dying himself.

It’s looking bad for Team Chimera.

Oak, unable to attend the final session, kills himself. This is accompanied by a will and several paintings in the beastlife discord art channel. She leaves their yellow life to Echidna, in the form of a totem.

The Lillies (fishiecomics, moch_ila) and Team Chimera (overlyechidna, greygery, spacetrashpile) meet up for the final showdown

Fishie accidentally shoots Moch with her gun. Moch dies forever.

Echidna and Gery get shot. They also die forever.

Space lands a kill on Fishie, but Fishie’s still in it. Fishie shoots Space.

Fishie crawls into the grave she dug for her allies and places a wither rose. Fishie withers away.

fishie wins! 👑

*power v bow. It’s referred to and used like a gun. It is a gun. ———-

This summary is still more bree-centric than I’d like it to be, but So Much happens to everybody all of the time that an all inclusive summary is near impossible. A lot of the fanart is of fishie or kiwi specifically, if that gives context. Hope this helps 👍 @taievieu

[s1zar]

I rewatched Owl House.

First season is so average, like they make it by a notebook

Lilith get off the hook too easily

Fucking body swap plot is annoying in anything but Gravity Falls and Adventure Time

Willow and Amity reconciliation is too quick

Titan Trappers are exist only to exist

Who the fuck put this magic door in Titan’s skull and then put Collector Dish there

How did witches have information to tell legends about the Collector?

When Amity and Hunter are cut off from they Evil Pumping Stations they are lost all personality

Belos is boring as fuck. His only character trait is that he is evil, which is laughable for the show that tell us people are complex. That’s why he only will be referred as Evil Dude

Odalia is so stupidly evil that it’s impossible to take seriously

Lumity is not developed further than “Girlfriends” and the only reason why Lunter could be better is because it’s just easier to develop

Luz and Evil Dude’s parallel starts and ends with the fact that they are humans

Evil Dude is an idiot

Collector could be named Plot Device

Raine is very meh. They only personality is that they are hero

Evil Dude is said to be the strongest witch ever, but he almost looses to five teenagers

What was the point of standing against coven system if in the end we have a squad from a fucking RPG game. Character form plants, character for illusions, character for abominations, character for teleportation

Evil Dude have as much super powers as the plot need

Characters have zero reaction of learning they arch enemy story

Evil Dude looses all small glimpses of being an actual character and become villain of the week

Absence of chemistry between Hunter and Willow can cause physical pain

For the Future is one of the most useless things created by a human being

Caleb Wittebane appears for reasons and never affects anything, so he will referred as Fan-service Background

Collector is an insult to God

I hate Collector

“One character hears half of what other character says and is offended by it, only for the audience learn that other character didn’t actually mean what first character thought they mean” plot line is a violation of Geneva Conventions

Evil Dude spending 98% percent of his screen time in finale as giant roaring green blob is a final shot from a shotgun in a head of his characterisation

Luz is Chosen One now. Message of the show is annihilated by Atomic Bomb

Titan is an asshole who assaulted a child because there was no one else to assault

There two villains. One looks like a child, have sparkles in his eyes, and flies and a star with happy face. Second is goopy skinny, rots in real time, have eyes in places that supposed to be without eyes, and he shrieks like an Alien. Who of the two is going to be redeemed?

The moment Evil Dude is dead Boiling Isles is an utopia. If you take this seriously, I don’t feel sad for you, I will laugh at you

Hunter becomes Caleb 2.0, and that’s why you dig up in the fact that you are a clone, my boy. You never know if your actions are actually yours

Evil Dude’s death better than Toffee’s only because this time main antagonist dies by the end of the series

The fact that Owl House doesn’t redeem it’s main antagonist like Steven Universe or have a better ending than SVTFOE is not an argument

Fuck Collector

I could write what I liked but it would be boring

[darrowfire15]

Random Coven Head HCs

Just for fun, and I'm avoiding HW.

Mason and Vitimir are both perfectionists. Mason because he accidentally constructed one of his school projects wrong and he had to start all over the night before it's due. Lil' Mason got his first few gray hairs that night. Vitimir because he wanted to try and get his parent's attention by being top of his class. Even thought that didn't work, it's also so he doesn't have his potion blow up in his face. Literally.

Hettie has multiple "projects" going on, involving some TF2 Medic-like abominations. Belos is glad, yet terrified to have her on his side, or else his heart may not be his own one morning. Also literally, she is insanely fast.

Adrian has a 2 hour morning and night routine that rivals Darius' 30 minute morning routine. When in college, his suite mate and roommate had to time their trips to the bathroom very carefully. That, or try to convince Adrian to wear a concealment stone.

Osran briefly had a job of being a fortune teller. He was fired for seeing the customer's future all the way until their deaths. He still does it and knows when and how Terra will die. And has told her. She might as well drop there with how close it is.

Eberwolf has brought fleas into the palace not once, not twice, not even thrice, but a total of 15 times. No one knows how, but it's a week of hell each time. It takes Mason, Vitimir, Darius, and Osran to just hold him down while the Scouts try to quickly draw a bath. All but Osran get fleas since he uses his spirit hand and they envy him for it.

Terra tried to poison Hettie out of spite by putting crushed up poisonous berries in her drink. Well, what she thought was Hettie's drink. It was actually Vitimir's, but because of his corrosive breath/acidic saliva, it had no effect. But he says it made the drink taste sweeter!

Raine and Eberwolf have this "duet" where Raine plays their choice of instrument and Eberwolf howls along extremely off key and off beat. Raine tolerates it because it agitates Terra in the morning and karma is a bitch.

Mason, when overwhelmed, curls up in a ball and makes a sort of "cave" around himself for a bit until he feels better. The one downside is that he forgets to deconstruct these "caves", so there's just nests made from the ground all around the castle grounds. He gets overwhelmed by his students mostly, so Raine lends him some sympathy.

Darius accidentally told Adrian to "try and relax" after Adrian realized he has a cowlick. In a nutshell, it wasn't a pretty sight.

Kikimora almost got eaten by one of Terra's plants. No, obviously Terra isn't sorry. No, the plant isn't sorry either. No, the plant didn't want to eat her after tasting her. Yes, Kikimora taunts it after that.

Adrian and Vitimir hate each other. Adrian has rearranged Vitimir's messy, but organized potion room multiple times. Once, all of his ingredients were in alphabetical order, another time was by color, and the last was by the height of the containers. Vitimir gets his revenge by switching his shampoo with hair dye. Adrian's hair has been every color of the coven system.

[gamerwoman3d]

Magus as the Goetic Demon, Bifrons: A Duh Moment.

Because Magus is a man I would have married when I was 12.

Above image credit here

[Personal note 📝 eep.. sometimes I suspect that my crush reads my blog or that my posts influence his algorithm at least. Can't help but worry that posting about demons and blasphemy kinks is gonna be the thing that finally makes him "nope" out. "Pray" for us, y'all.]

Okay so.

For funsies, I've been reading about the Goetia/Goetic "demons"[1],[6], and their angelic counterparts, the Kabbalah/Kabbalistic Angels of the ShemhaMephorash. It's a complex set of 144 beings. Supposedly these beings are organized by zodiac/time. So I choose to read a little about each angel and their corresponding demon during the time that a particular website[2] says the angel commands/physically manifests during.

The current angel is Ariel. The counterpart to Ariel is the goetia, Bifrons.

⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ WARNING: Any links I post past this point may lead you to some charlatan bullshit. Don't buy shit from these links and claim I endorsed it. Use good judgment and proceed with caution. Spoilers, GIFs⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️

The dancing lights and flowing hair and cape made this pile of pixels the sexiest thing ever according to 12y/o me.

According to Black Witch Coven[3], Bifrons is the demonic Earl of Hell, commanding legions of demons. He is associated with graveyards, necromancy, geometry, astrology, and his name originates, without any doubt, from the Roman god Bifrons (Janus). Bifrons was also one the names given to the baphomet allegedly worshipped by the Knights Templar, and which description was as a statue with two heads, one looking towards the left to tell the past, and the other looking towards the right to tell the future. Bifrons can transport corpses from their original grave into other places, sometimes putting magic lights on the graves that seem like candles. He appears as a monster, but then changes his shape into that of a man. He teaches Astrology, Geometry, other Arts and Sciences, the Virtues of Precious Stones, plants, woods, herbs, astrology and planetary influences. He excels in geometry. It is he who lights the strange corpse lights above the tombs of the dead.

Magus just chillin' with a Baphomet.

So let's break that down a little bit. Bifrons is...

Janus. BIFRONS IS JANUS. Magus is also named Janus. Roman Janus had been renamed Bifrons, which is just a fancy word for Two Faced gods (Two-Fronts.) Chrono Trigger's Janus had been renamed Magus, which is just a fancy word for a Magician. Both are associated with time, time travel, the past, and the future. Both are associated with the Baphomet.

Baphomet is a statue of a demon with the naked torso of a man but a horned, goat-faced head. The statue is usually depicted with an exposed hard-on, or a wand/rod where the hard-on would be. The phallus or phallic symbol is often wrapped with snakes, depicting the caduceus, or healing rod of Hermes. Here we see a stylized candelabra used as a censor for Magus' four-armed Baphomet.

Bifrons is the guy who lights strange dancing candles and "corpse lights" in and around tombs and gravesites. Magus has these dancing lights all around his place, and each light sometimes turns into a skeleton monster. There are tombs, coffins, corpses, all over Magus' lair, associating him with gravesites and necromancy, just like Bifrons. And Magus' powers are based on GEOMETRY and ASTRONOMY and PLANETARY INFLUENCES. Just. Like. Bifrons.

Magus commands monsters in the game and is effectively treated like the king of monsters. Bifrons commands legions of demons and is effectively treated like a king of demons.

Bifrons and Magus are both royalty: Bifrons is an Earl of Hell and Magus' is revealed the son of Queen Zeal, the young Prince Janus.

Image credit: gamerant[4]

According to GameRant, The name Magus itself has several meanings aside from the obvious allegories to magic. It's the singular word for the term "Magi," which lends further weight to his allure and proficiency as a spellcaster. Magus' Japanese name, Mao, is far more sinister. It effectively means "Demon King," which was pretty much Magus' identity before Crono and his friends have the chance to rope him into their quest to save the world.

Ooh. So, "Demon King," you don't say? Hm.

In addition to this, Magus was sent to the past, and is constantly aware of the future and looking forward to it. Janus is far far into the future, staring into the past. if we think of Bifrons' baphomet having one face looking to the left to see into the past and one looking to the right to see into the future, we get further inclination that Magus might have been based on Bifrons.

Image credit, almarockero

If that's the case, then imagery of Magus could in fact be a fairly effective, and attractive, altar image to utilize in pathworking, if you believe in such things. But what do practitioners of those crafts say about Bifron's appearance?

We know Bifrons first appears as a monster, but depending on the bravery and the request of the practitioner, he will "take the shape of a man well versed in astronomy and geometry." So how does Magus appear to us?

As far as game logic is concerned... Magus first appears to us as a monster! Then depending upon the bravery of Frog and the decision of the player, he either [spoilers ahead] remains a monster and does not help you...

Or [spoiler] joins your party, effectively becoming a man by game logic. He's a player character, no longer a mob. It's fascinating to me that this is so parallel to Bifrons.

Once he's in your party, you can literally have him help you save Chrono's life by [spoiler] having him transport a kind of doll of Chrono and swap places between Chrono's corpse and the "corpse" of the doll. Very Bifrons energy.

According to Pitch Black Craft[5] Bifrons changes the placement of the dead and puts them in another place.

Bifrons is a necromancy demon and he can help you to communicate with the dead. This spirit can be called upon during a funeral, because he can help the dead to leave the physical plane faster and more easily.

Bifrons can be called upon during rituals to honour and to keep in touch with dead ancestors.

He rules 6 ( but actually maybe 60) legions of spirits. [Also says 26].

So we have a guy that can swap the dead's places swapping the places of a man who is about to die with a "man that is already dead" or a doll.

Image Credit [6]

"Wait whaddaya mean already dead" I hear you asking. Well, this is a theory so we're off the rails, but I'll explain. Take the following with a grain of salt because it's just a headcanon.

The Chrono doll came from Norstein Bekkler's creepy ass tent - the one with the skull-shaped entryway. Inside this silent creepy space, you can play games with creations of his, such as a type of 3 shell game featuring identical Guardia Soldiers, Biggs, Wedge, & Piette. Or another game that utilizes a creepy clone of you... That you have to pay 30 silver for... just like you'd pay the devil in certain contracts... and he accepts no other currency. For a doll of you. That IS you. And can/will be delivered directly to your house no matter where in time and space the house is, instantly. Bekkler is therefore another time traveling "devil" with a creepy front door to a creepy lair and a wicked widowspeak hairline.

I've always suspected Bekkler and Magus could be the same character, as Magus can be anywhere at any time. Bekkler's Biggs, Wedge, & Piette dolls function like the guardia knights that turn into skeletons in Magus' lair. If I'm correct, then the cloned "dolls" from Bekkler's lab are some kind of similar necromancy, possibly of closely related similar looking ancestors, such as Leene to Marle. Magus even made a Leene clone for you to fight in his castle.

MAGUS, not Bekkler, cloned Lucca's dad and Chrono's mom. Instantly. In a completely different era in time. Just to harass Chrono and friends in the castle. So as far as we know, only Bekkler and MAGUS have this unique necromantic cloning ability.

Meaning... what if the dolls you win at Bekkler's are made out of the characters' own ancestors bodies, using Magus' necromantic and time-bending magics? What if Marle's doll was made out of Leene somehow? With the same kind of necromancy that Magus used in his castle to make skeletons and monsters look like healthy Guardia citizens? With the ancestor's body being swapped out or graverobbed shortly after death?

This guy can by anywhere everywhere all over the place at once anytime all the time. Image collage done in phone app with game recources.

It's not cannon to the game, but would certainly link Magus more closely to Bifrons, if Magus were to have swapped a "corpse" with Chrono's body at the point of Chrono's death.

But it is not my headcanon alone that I will be using; I will also cite the goetic artist coffeeatus[7], who describes Bifron's human shape as "the Tall man with the very long blond hair." Which sounds enough like our man, Magus to me. (Marle in game describes him as the blue-haired one, and Ayla asks if the blue-haired one is more tasty. But in many arts, he appears platinum blonde to lilac.)

“Bifrons who appears as a wolf like monster, but at the Will of the Sorcerer, will change shape to a human male. Bifrons is a necromantic spirit, who governs the realm of shades; he may bring one close to various shades of the dead, but often they are not who they claim to be. Be cautious but be indulgent with this spirit as well. Bifrons may change the place of dead bodies, being the binding of ghosts to various fetishes or pots, and lights witch fire on the graves of the dead.”

~From the Luciferian Goetia by Michael Ford[8]

Similarly, I think certain pots and objects in Magus' castle had monsters in them of some sort. He also turned 4 children into shadow monsters who were guarding a treasure. The children, and in fact all of the "people" in Magnus' castle were shades of some sort, and "not who they claimed to be."

And finally...

“Another necromancy demon. Work with Bifrons to communicate with the dead. This would be the daemon invoked for a funeral ceremony to help usher the dead on their journey. Also invoke during rituals to honor ancestors or to learn to accept death.”

~From the Daemonolatry Goetia by S. Connolly[8]

Magus is a character who simply cannot accept the death of his loved one. So it is interesting that Bifrons is a psychopomp who also assists others in accepting death.

Magus' character design is top notch, thanks to Akira Toriyama. I can only assume he was aware of the lore surrounding demonic royalty like Bifrons. He did put demon kings in many of his works, such as Go! Go! Ackman which was all about demons, and DragonBall which features Piccolo as a demon king.

Should Toriyama have intentionally modeled Magus as an homage to Bifrons, that could make his artwork one of the best-known and most powerful representations of this entity. Theoretically his image would make for powerful meditative pathworking and spellworking ⚠️⚠️⚠️I'm giving links below, DO NOT get sucked into a cult goddamnit⚠️⚠️⚠️ for magics involving astrology, geometry, herbs, plants, necromancy, arts, sciences, or possibly curses[9].

But as for me, I just wanted to bang him in the middle of a giant glowwy summoning circle because I thought that was hot. Whether I write smut on the topic might depend on interest- Chrono Trigger is a fairly inactive, old fandom.

Below are a handful of links to some good fanart, followed by citations and links. Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

ART SOURCES:

GIF SOURCES:

WARNINGS CITED:

[1] ["Demons" is in quotations because some claim they are not demonic but angelic in nature. Some may claim they are fallen, or demonic, or simply refer to them as "goetic spirits." I have no preference.]

[2] [Not linking that site because I believe they're charlatans; the website changed fundamentally recently from a normal wiki style site to a more commercial website that appears to be re-built with AI, just using the data scraped from the wiki.]

CITED SOURCES:

[3] https://blackwitchcoven.com/demons/bifrons/

[4] https://gamerant.com/chrono-trigger-trivia-magus/

[5]https://pitchblackcraft.com/2019/08/27/demon-bifrons-from-goetia-and-how-he-can-help-you/

[6] https://www.occult.live/index.php/Kabbalistic_angel

[7]https://www.72goetia.com/2020/04/bifrons-earl-of-hell.html?m=1

[8]https://demonsanddemonolatry.com/demon-of-the-night-earl-bifrons-night-demon/

[9]https://www.tumblr.com/caidenthewitch/762443442631720960/how-to-set-a-curse-upon-anyone?source=share

[tartsinarat]

here’s the redesigned and rewritten boyyyyyy, so meet Olly or Oleander Snapdragon, he’s a massive tsundere and the grandchild of Terra Snapdragon.

He’s really passionate in the arts and theatre, but unfortunately it’s to the point that he can’t stand mediocrity and will say it to that person’s face if they don’t meet what he believes is the standards of a good actor or artist. This is because he puts extremely high standards on himself due to the expectations of his family name, so he expects everyone else to also do the same. But he does believe that anyone can act if they try hard enough, also his advice as blunt as they are is his way of being helpful and he even offers to spend his time helping who ever he deems needs his help whether they like it or not.

He’s actually apart of the Oracle track and not Plant, Terra wasn’t really into the idea and is constantly bugging him to change tracks so he can be like her. That probably won’t ever happen because he enjoys Oracle too much. (Fun fact, him doing oracle magic is because of his name, oleander is believed to have been the source of the oracle of Delphi’s high priestess’s premonitions as the plant is a hallucinogenic because of its high poison so it’s a neat reference) Olly is really gifted at prophecy magic, he randomly goes into dream like dazes where he mentally and physically feels as if he’s inside the events going on but because of that he struggles with figuring out what’s real and what’s not which tends to cause panic attacks because of the horrifying events that may happen in the future but he never truly gets the context of it until it happens.

The thing about oracle magic is that you can know the future, but it may not be the future that eventually happens. This is because there’s multiple pathways that can happen which causes change and so it’s hard to hone in on all of them without going mad (which is why the head of the oracle coven couldn’t predict the future and Belos’s plans. He was too overconfident in his abilities and saw the one future that what Belos had originally said was going to happen during the day of unity happened so he was completely blindsided)

Olly and Pip were originally pretty good friends when they were younger because Pip used to sneak into the theatre when nobody was there to escape from Boscha and Olly would stay late after acting class to practice even more so they both ended up scaring the shit out of each other and they become buddies because Olly needed and audience and Pip needed someone who Boscha doesn’t dare to bully (Olly is insanely good at bullying boscha right back) so he gets left alone. This was until Olly had a prophecy moment and realised that Pip is cursed and could attempt to attack him at one point in the future, they ended up having an argument and what he predicted ended up happening but in a different way to what he thought would happen. Pip’s curse does act up due to the high emotional levels going on but it’s only after Olly gets closer that Pip pushes Olly away and runs out. The way that Olly thought it would go is that Pip pounces on him and attacks him.

After that drama both Olly and Pip refuse to interact with each ever again; Pip because he’s mad that Olly stopped being friends with him because he thought he was going to attack him and Olly because he thinks he was still in the right because it could have gone that way.

They eventually do talk with each other but that’s only after Luz does wacky hijinks and Pip gets involved completely by accident as Luz first meets Olly when she finds out that Hexside offers a theatre club and meets him. Luz originally thought Olly was pretty mean because of how blunt and critical he is, Luz manages to join the club much to Olly’s dismay because he thinks that Luz isn’t actually serious about it so they butt heads a lot. This was until Luz becomes patient zero of a musical zombie apocalypse at Hexside because she found a phantom of the opera like mask in the box of forbidden props and puts it on because she was being silly and then gets possessed by the evil spirit of the mask who wants to control the whole world through musical theatre lmaoo

here’s possessed Luz btw but its a really old drawing because I drew it before the revamp because this a rewrite of an idea from the og Golden heir au before I redid it to post it on tumblr, so she’s based more on the og show design rather than my au version, I was too lazy to redraw it rn soz :{

Pip and Olly end up having to work together as the last two people left in Hexside who aren’t apart of the musical theatre hivemind in order to save everyone and the boiling isles from being a mindless singing zombie. they end up being buds again after talking through it as they run away from the singing dead

Think “the guy who didn’t like musicals” but Paul succeeds through just his pure hatred of musicals and that’s Pip’s experience of this situation

[greater-than-the-sword]

For @rabbits-of-negative-euphoria

The fate of animals after their death is unknown, and not specified by the Bible. My best evidence is this verse in Ecclesiastes 3:20-21: 

All go to one place. All are from the dust, and to dust all return.  Who knows whether the spirit of man goes upward and the spirit of the beast goes down into the earth?

Obviously this doesn't tell us much. This was before the time when much had been revealed about the afterlife of humans. In the New Testament we learn much more about what awaits humans after death, but the fate of animals is not so revealed.

However, what we can gather from this passage is that an animal has some sort of spirit. It may not be like a human spirit at all, but apparently still qualifies for use of the word. Before you get ahead of me, obviously animals do not have the Imago Dei like humans do, and were not even created on the same order as humans or to have the same spiritual capacities.

In the Bible the word "spirit" is also used as "breath", and we see higher animals described as having this sort of spirit in Genesis:

Genesis 6:17

For behold, I will bring a flood of waters upon the earth to destroy all flesh in which is the breath of life under heaven. Everything that is on the earth shall die.

and likewise in 7:22.

Now for your claim that it is quite enough for animals to have their short and limited existence, perhaps you can assume that when you are thinking about pets and their nice cushy life, but many animals live a short and quite horrible life, suffering the whole time, and then die brutally. All of this is by no fault of their own since animals don't have the capacity to sin against God.

The Bible makes it clear that animals suffer from the effects of a fallen world brought on by humanity, since we are - as it were - (and i know this imagery will appeal to you as a Presbyterian even more than it does to me) its covenant heads.

With that in mind I fail to see how Romans 8:22 can be referring to anything else.

 For we know that the whole creation groaneth and travaileth in pain together until now.

And before you say, "well, Evelyn, even the plant world suffers from humans' evil, but no one would claim that trees have spirits."

Trees don't think or feel, but animals do. I simply choose to have faith that God didn't lie to us in creating the material world, and when an animal seems to be aware and feeling; it really is to the degree that it appears to be, rather than as a cleverly designed automaton. To say otherwise is a form of faithlessness and even solipsism I might argue.

So what else does Romans 8 say about the creation?

For the creation waits with eager longing for the revealing of the sons of God. For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of him who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will be set free from its bondage to corruption and obtain the freedom of the glory of the children of God.

Clearly then there are other parts of the creation besides man, which are waiting eagerly for God to reveal a new humanity in future glory. Once their covenant heads are redeemed, they get to tag along. And the generations of breathing, bleeding, feeling animals who have suffered since the fall hardly seems the least important among the things that were created. It hardly seems like they would be left out of this. But I don't necessarily hold this view dogmatically. It just gives me hope that God cares about the least of his creatures.

[skylarstark4826]

Koril and Aniseya formed their coven together, finding their magic in a galaxy where women like them were hunted for sport. Fleeing to a distant planet, they found other witches who needed a place to call home. For years, they lived in peace and harmony, but the Thread would not answer to them forever. And their coven would not thrive without fresh blood to carry on their legacy.

And so when Aniseya unfurled the pages of her spellbook to Koril, their people agreed to their plan without a second thought.

“It won’t be easy. We’ll be calling on the Thread more than we ever have.” Aniseya is always her loveliest in the throes of her magic, and Koril watches hungrily as her wife runs a finger down the page. “And it won’t be a singular effort.”

This is the part Koril was waiting for, and she presses her shoulder against Aniseya’s. “Let it be me.”

Aniseya raises an eyebrow, tilting her head in surprise. “You want to be the vessel?”

“Why shouldn’t I? We’ll be their parents, after all.”

“This won’t be without risk.” Aniseya runs her tongue nervously over her lips. “If I’m the vessel - ”

“Then you’ll be the creator and the carrier, and the risk will be even greater.” Koril tilts her head the way Aniseya likes and tries to keep the patronization out of her words. “You’re the most powerful of us, Seya. No one else will dare to attempt this.”

“Not even you?” Aniseya asks, half teasing, and Koril lowers her voice.  “Certainly not me.”

Aniseya blinks, her surprise satisfying Koril. “You’re committed to this.”

“I am.” Koril feels her lips curl upwards. “You create them. And I get to carry them.”

“Why do you want this so badly?”

Koril grabs Aniseya’s wrist and presses her wife’s hand against her own stomach. “I want to feel the life we will make inside me.”

Aniseya takes a sharp breath, her eyes dark, and Koril resists the urge to slide her wife’s hand lower. Instead, she releases her hold. “Well?”

Clearing her throat, Aniseya turns back to her spellbook. “It’s not so simple, Kor. There’s a complication.”

“What is it?” Koril asks, because Aniseya dislikes her normal response of How can we solve it?

“The opposing sides of the Thread, the duality of it… it cannot be captured in one body.” Aniseya’s throat bobs as she swallows. “We cannot have one without the other.”

Aniseya says this so falteringly, so haltingly, that Koril nearly laughs. She studies the page. “And what is your complaint?”

“You don’t understand, Kor.” Aniseya shakes her head. “To take this path - we will have one daughter with a heart for the light and another for the dark. It will be a distillation of the Thread. The children will be called to different ends of the galaxy.”

“Not if we guide them well,” Koril interrupts. “They will be our future. Think of it.” She glides around the table, planting her hands atop the spellbook. “With their abilities centralized for us, we will never fear for the future of our coven again.”

Aniseya hesitates, and Koril could scream.

“What will happen if our children choose different paths?”

Koril finally does laugh. “We won’t let them, Seya. Are you blind? Their place will be here. What else will they require?”

Her wife doesn’t respond, tracing the spellbook with her fingertips. Finally, she says “We must love them.”

Koril’s next laugh is a breathier thing, honest enough that Aniseya finally smiles. “Of course we will.” Returning to her wife’s side, Koril brushes a hand down Aniseya’s face. “Now call on the Thread, Seya. Hurry up and put your magic inside of me.”

➖

Their moons align on the last day of the season, sharpening the Thread into tangible clarity. Koril and Aniseya make their trek through the woods, silver light pouring onto them, potion and spell and magic burning within Aniseya’s veins.

Koril can almost taste its scent on her wife. Their cloaks swish as they walk, and Koril bites her tongue hard. Every brush of Aniseya’s hand against hers is exquisite torture.

But it must be the same for Aniseya, because she stops sharply. Koril turns to her, and Aniseya slips her palm against Koril’s face and kisses her.

The soft pressure of her lips drives Koril to madness, and she slams her wife against the nearest tree. Their tongues slide together, devastating and satisfying and right, and Koril is working her thigh between Aniseya’s legs when she draws back with a laugh. “Kor, I’m not the one who needs this tonight.”

“You grabbed me.” Koril presses her forehead against Aniseya’s, careful not to scratch her with her spikes. “Why did you do that?”

She lets Aniseya take her shoulders, changing their positions until Koril is the one pressed against the rough tree. Aniseya runs her hand down Koril’s face, smiling. When her lips land on Koril’s neck, exactly where she knows will make Koril moan, she whispers into her skin. “Because I want this to feel good for you.”

“You always feel good for me.” Koril wraps her hand around Aniseya’s locs and keeps herself from pulling - if she does, she’ll never make it to the altar.

“We’ll see about that.” Drawing back, Aniseya takes Koril’s hand and continues their march.

Their destination is far from the forest. The stone slab jutting out over the hills is unobscured by foliage, leaving the expanse of sky and stars and moons perfectly exposed.

Aniseya steps onto their altar first, kneeling down and pressing her palms together. Koril follows, performing the same actions, and Aniseya closes her eyes and begins to chant.

Koril knows she shouldn’t, but she opens her eyes. The Thread is a living thing inside of Aniseya, humming and burning and shining.

Soon, it’ll be inside her as well.

When Aniseya’s words reach their end, Koril quickly picks up the rest of the encantation. Aniseya has made her promise to the Thread, and now it is Koril’s turn.

Koril wets her lips as she finishes the chant, warmth pooling between her legs. She turns to Aniseya, who’s already facing her.

Slowly, shakily, Aniseya cups Koril’s face in her hands, and Koril is an inferno.

“Fill me with our children,” she orders and Aniseya is more than willing.

➖

Koril will never look at the night sky the same way again.

She’s watched it countless times, prayed and intoned and kept vigil with Aniseya at her side.

Aniseya isn’t next to her now.

Koril has never felt so much with the moons in her eyes.

Her hips rise, and the stones pressing into her back are a wonderful, painful equalizer.

She is filled by Aniseya’s tongue, Aniseya’s fingers, Aniseya’s magic.

They are not making love. They are making something far greater.

Aniseya has always been slow and gentle, but now is not the time for either. “Faster. Harder,” Koril forces out between grunts. Soon, she’s gripping rocks in her fists, grinding them into dust as Aniseya works her magic.

Soon, Koril’s gasps rise to a breaking point, and Aniseya knows exactly when to deliver the death blow.

Energy tears into Koril’s body, and she throws back her head and screams.

Lightning cracks across the cloudless sky.

The rocks shake beneath her.

Magic lances through Koril, from her eyes to her bones to her teeth, and she screams in pleasure and dominance and victory.

In the simmering afterglow, Koril dives forward. She digs her hands into Aniseya’s loose locs and crushes their mouths hungrily together. She can taste herself on her wife’s tongue - unfettered power - and nearly demands Aniseya’s fingers again. Instead, she draws back with a ragged breath. “You sensed it too, didn’t you?”

Koril seizes Aniseya’s hand and presses it against her stomach. She grins wildly. “I can feel it, Seya. There’s life in me.”

Slowly, Aniseya nods, her lips turning upward. “There is, Kor.”

“You’ve done it.  We’ve done it.” Koril doesn’t release her wife’s hair. “Our coven will live.  We will live. Our children will bear our legacy.”

Unable to hold back, she kisses Aniseya again, fierce and unapologetic. Aniseya’s hands are warm on her arms, sizzling with magic, and Koril shoves her down onto her back.

Aniseya laughs as Koril undoes her robe. “Isn’t one pregnancy enough for us?”

“This isn’t for a child.” Koril grins again. “This is for us.Spread your legs, Seya.”

She doesn’t need to ask twice.

➖

They lie in each other’s arms, naked on the rock face, Koril’s head on Aniseya’s shoulder as they watch the moons.

“What should we name them?” Aniseya whispers, and Koril is overcome with a fierce surge of protection.  Names.“Something powerful. Strong.”

“Yes. We should.” Aniseya strokes her hand through Koril’s hair, likely already making a list of long-dead witches’ names. Something in her wife’s serene demeanor pushes Koril to tell her “I’m going to love our children more than you.”

Aniseya laughs again, but it’s a different kind of laugh. “Do you truly love me, Kor?”

Koril doesn’t bother bristling at the old argument. What Aniseya imagines as love is too paltry for what Koril feels for her. She brings her wife’s hand to her stomach. “What is this if not love?”

Aniseya spins a hand lazily in the air. “Magic. Witchcraft. The Thread.”

“Even better.” Koril nestles back into Aniseya’s side. “Who will dare stand against us now?”

“No one,” Aniseya agrees, a smile in her voice. “We’ll keep our daughters safe.”

“And keep them protected. Skilled. A force to be reckoned with.  Nothing will take them from us.” Koril can sense the tendrils of doubt wrapping around her wife at those last words. But Aniseya doesn’t deny her, so Koril claims her victory.

Aniseya might have created their children, but Koril will be the one to feel them in her womb. And she will love them - more than Aniseya, more than anyone - and whoever tries to tell them otherwise will burn for it.

[baghassavocados]

So, like, first Tumblr post 😌😌😌

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Right now, I wanna list out my AUs and their summaries cause I may make some into fanfics or ask blogs in the future (some currently being made 👀) and I wanna list them out for y'all to know, for me to keep track of them, and for y'all to keep an eye out for mayhaps (or help me out even, pls-)

The hyperfixations are also strong but they're everywhere and I need to write them all down; the notes app isn't enough.

Anyways... (Legit, no order to this whatsoever)

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FNAF Ghosts- The concept of Ghosts (CBS) using FNAF SB characters

Gregory and Cassie search through an abandoned arcade/mall for reasons (idk). Vanessa's there acting as a security guard to make sure no one, y'know, trespasses or gets hurt. Well... that fucking fails... cause Greg FALLS through the BROKEN FLOOR.

He's ok, tho :)

Vanessa isn't :(

Greg can see ghosts now! :0

Hijinx ensues >:)

(this is gonna be a fanfic. Maybe an ongoing comic, too, but I've not got the energy nor time to do another ongoing comic).

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Funtime Performer AU- The FNAF SL animatronics are actual human performers! (And the Aftons aren't dead! :D Willy still sucks, tho). That's honestly it... well, Elizabeth is still Circus Baby, but it's not because she...I did just say that nobody died, so I don't think I need to explain.

(This is gonna be an ask blog!!)

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Tangled TAZ- I put Taako, Lup, Kravitz, Barry, and John (as well as others but these are the main guys) into Tangled. Taako and Lup are Rapunzel, Barry and Kravitz sorta act as Flynn, and John is Mother Gothel. Garyl is in it too! And Taako and Lup get a mongoose named Daryll instead of Pascal :))

(THIS IS AN ONGOING FIC ON AO3! It's called "The Lost Twins" and currently is only at chapter 2... it's been like that for a few months now ;-; stupid school and procrastinating and non-TAZ hyperfixations).

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DanganTAZ - I put the TAZ characters into a Danganronpa situation... there's angst :)) I've hurt myself emotionally with this shit :,))

(THIS IS ONGOING ON INSTAGRAM!! DanganTAZ is the account! it, too, suffers a hiatus similar to TangledTAZ ;-;)

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Millie and Delilah (names subject to change) - They are my BATIM OCs! Basically, Millie is a combination of all the main toons of BATIM and Delilah is an unfinished character; all and nothing :)) [Ooh, that's a good title name :0]. I still need to fix up this stuff and figure more things out (since I originally made them back in, like, 2018, so... yeah), bUT it will be an ask blog, so y'all can help 😎

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Edit 11-11-23: I've another AU

RTC Goosebumps -I put the Ride the Cyclone characters into the new Goosebumps TV Series on Disney + (but I did switch some stuff up and am gonna use inspiration from different Goosebumps books).

A few years ago, a girl fell off of a rollercoaster and died. She lost her head in the process from the cart running into her as she hit the track. No one, not even by the passengers in the cart who miraculously survived, were able to identify her. Because of this incident, the amusement park has been abandoned. Most of what it had remains in ruin. However, strange happenings occur after 5 teenagers enter the now haunted amusement park and come out of it with some souvenirs.

...and some chilling scares.

Here's also some one offs that I don't think I'll make in full, but they deffo came up in my mind at one point:

(again, no particular order)

TOHTAZ (Lup and Taako as Eda, Angus as Luz, Barry as Raine, Kravitz as Darius, Mags is the Construction Coven Head, Dav is the Illusion Coven Head, Lucretia is Oracle Coven Head, Merle Plant Coven Head, Pringles Potion Head, Carry might've been Beast Keeping, and John is Belos. That's as far as I got, I think)

RTCTAZ (I have a few pics explaining this better-)

[scribbled to blur out my face 😬]

Anyways ummm ooh, my BATIM chapter 5 theory before chapter 5 came out, that one's actually kinda neat. (The Ink Demon and Bendy are separate, Joey's the Ink Demon, Bendy was hiding around at the bottom of the studio, making tapes to hopefully lead Alice and Boris in the right direction and having to hide or pretend to be the Ink Demon, Allison, Tom, and Henry find him, later on Allison and Tom turn on Henry and Bendy, and that's all I remember)

Ooh, and my other au where the loop didn't happen but the Ink Demon actually came back as a chill, toon Bendy (who was slightly deformed), that one's kinda cool, too.

Had a BATIM and Cuphead crossover at one point, barely remember anything from that (I primarily figured that out through RPing with myself and didn't draw any of it out ;-;)

Penny revives the choir could be a oneshot.

Losttale

Oh, Danganronpa characters in an Undertale situation (yes, I did put Nagito in Sans's position, it genuinely fit very well). That one's neat, too. Tis a shame I'm no longer into Danganronpa enough nor do I really know how to continue it... although, maybe I could, idk, that one also seems like a potential ask blog. It's honestly neat. Gotta fix it up a bit, tho.

Which reminds me of the fact that I put Alice and Bendy into Frisk's situation, imagining that as an ask blog as well.

Ooh, another DR AU I might not finish (but have written a bit and have occasionally thought of finishing it) is "What if Hajime got the Despair Disease and it carried on into chapter 4?" Nagito was slightly out of character in all the things I made of it, but it's still really good every time I look back. Came up with a whole new motive to replace the files (cause Hajime got them instead).

I actually might make this a thing, I might not, but Spiderman Bendy :)) (he has inky spider powers and he's "Spider Demon." It's actually kinda more "Venom-y" except the suit/ink isn't sentient. Also, the toons are human. Alice is like MJ, Boris is like Ned, Joey could be J. Jonah Jameson due to how much he looks AND sound like him, but it might be more fitting if it were Sammy, Audrey and Bendy are siblings [she might act as "Aunt May" despite, y'know, being his sister], I think Henry's Uncle Ben, sad 😔, dunno where the Butcher Gang fit, they're just bullies or possible villains, idk... actually, that might be it)

Oh, I also used Crybaby songs and made a story outta that using BATIM characters (Bendy was Crybaby)

Edit: I forgot my Taako Hanahaki au. Honestly, this seems plausible for a fanfic because of the juicy angst that comes from lost bonds.

Edit 6-2-24: I've got an Ace Attorney AU for ya: Apollo Spiderman. Maybe I'll make it a fic, who knows, I sure don't. He'd use his spider powers in court rather than fighting villains (but maybe he comes around to helping out with crime fighting). The WAA and Klavier definitely figure it out pretty quickly.

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I think that's it

Well, I hope y'all enjoy the possibilities :))

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Bonus AU:

Twisted/Reincarnated JatGP AUs:

Backstory time: so, I did the James and the Giant Peach Jr. musical a few years back and a few members of our cast managed to come up with funky AUs out of it. I want to ask them for permission to write it into a full on fic and publish it on AO3 first, but here's me at least teasing it. I'm kinda hyperfixated on it atm and I wanna write it out entirely before it fades away in the back of our memories and the crevices of our Google Docs.

It's so fun, actually :)) (and so twisted >:)))

[cutesharkstudios]

Lumity Comfort Ch.3: This Clown Again

Luz's menace walked towards her with a smug smile and a high head. She leaned directly into Luz's face, practically sneering at the now scared girl. Amity put her hand on Emma's sholder, making herself clear that she won't let Emma mess with Luz. As she was backing up, Emma noticed the pride flags the couple was wearing, and hatched a plan.

Emma: So the weirdo is into girls, why am I not shocked.

Luz: Why yes, I do like girls, particularlly this angel.

Emma: I thought you didn't belive in this stuff.

Luz: Okay a) you're and atheist, you don't get to tell me about my beliefs. And b) there is evidence that the one verse you know was mistranslated, and actually ment to not date KIDS, not those of the same gender.

Emma: Whatever, I just see you being happy and wanted to stop it. You're just so weird, and weirdos don't deserve happiness.

Amity: Don't talk to my girlfriend that way! You put her through enough!

Emma: You're not the only one with a partner. Hey Jack, come here.

Entering the room was Emmas boyfriend, Jack Rocksforbrains. He looked like a genderbent Emma, but taller, more muscular, and a snear so brazen that it was hard to look at. Jack walked up to his girlfriends side, and looked at Amity.

Emma: Jack, fix her. (snaps)

Jack was about to approach Amity, but he then felt a hand on his sholder. Turning around, he saw the owner of the cafe, looking absolutely livid, as he knew what was about to happen.

Owner: Leave. Now.

Emma: Excuse me?

Jack: I was about to fix her.

Owner: You listen to me! They were just minding their own business, and you walk up to them to do horrible things! I heard about you buffoons from Luz! You two are not welcome here! You, and you, GET OUT!

Jack and Emma left, but that won't be the last time they try to ruin a relationship.

Owner: (sighs) Allah give me strength. Are you two okay? I hope those two leave you alone. Have a good date.

After the owner left, Luz sat down, more than a bit rattled, and Amity began to worry.

Amity: Are you okay Luz? What did Emma mean by "fix me?"

Luz: Knowing Jack, he probably would have tried to kiss you against your will. Wouldn't be his first time. At my 10th birthday party, he tried to kiss me, even though I said I didn't like him. He backed me into the wall and tried to kiss me, only to be stopped by my mom, who proceded to scream at him. That is the one time I have ever seen mama angry.

Amity: Well, what about when you make a mistake?

Luz: She just explains my faults, shows me a better option, and takes the time to guide me through life.

Amity: Sorry that Jack did that to you. Say, you mentioned some people not liking it when people of the same gender are together. Maybe some time in the future, not now but later, you could explain it to me?

Luz: Sure. Anyways, what are you learning with Mama?

Amity: I am learning about mechanics. I didn't realize just how AWESOME machines are until I met your mom. She even let me create stuff from her old junk. Side note, I may have accidentally made a robot cat out of your old toaster and some magic. Oops.

Luz: Say, I know you use a lot of abomination magic, what other kinds of magic interest you.

Amity:(blinks twice) Huh, I never actually stopped to think about it. My mom always wanted me to join the emperors coven, but I only really use abomination magic since my dad taught me most of my magic. I guess I could try plant magic, maybe bond with Willow over that……

The two continued their conversation well into the evening, just enjoying eachother's company. They only stopped when the owner asked them to leave due to the closing for the night.

Luz: ….and that't why I love the Azura franchise so much.

Amity: Well your dad would be so proud of you. He's in a better place now and-

Owner: Um, excuse me.

Luz: Oh hi, is everything okay?

Owner: Just a heads up, we close in 30 minutes.

Luz: Wait. (Checks the time, 7:30pm) OH SHOOT! I am so sorry, Amity probably had plans this evening.

Amity: Not other than spending time with you. Again, sorry, we'll head home. This was lovely.

Owner: Come back soon.

When they got home, Camilla tackle hugged Luz and Amity. She asked where they were, since she didn't want to interupt their date, Luz explained, and Camilla got a good laugh from that.

Camilla: Well I'm just happy you two are okay. Maybe set a reminder next time. And I'm sorry THOSE idiots crashed your date. Here's hoping it doesn't happen again.

Luz: Well I have an idea, we know where she usually hangs out, so let's just avoid those areas when we're alone.

Amity: Good idea.

Outside their house, a certain figure stood in the shadows. It was Emma, taking notes of her victim, and how to ruin her happily ever after.

[julianobungus]

I suddenly remembered that you have "Raine/Terra" tag and by a happy coincidence, this post was with my idea. So, a new idea. Terra ended up pregnant

ooooh! I like it. Love, even.

Raine knew they could have pulled out any time. They could have just washed their hands of the whole horrid affair and walked out. But the bard also knew that was too tall an order. Terra simply had her manicured claws too deep into them to let that happen.

And so, the consequence: Terra Snapdragon publicaly announces that she's pregnant, but refuses to name the 'father' or sire, leaving the truth a mystery... but Raine knows. Raine is all too aware that they're responsible, and that they can't just leave Terra alone with their child.

The coven head feels sickened by the prospect of having a child with Terra Snapdragon of all people, but they're not going to leave said child either. They could never, and so they've resigned themselves to the reality that - for the foreseeable future - Raine Whispers will be stuck with the plant head.

And Terra couldn't be happier.