#god just cast me in spelling bee at all

[dollarstoreartsupplies]

*slamming on the walls* please cast me a william barfée and let me choreograph magic foot as a tap number please please please please pleake pleadse pleadgsepleaseplewadseplease *slamming on the walls*

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I don’t know if you do all BO crew x reader so feel free to do just Noah but him or them and the reader who has fainting spells and how they look after her and just react to it.

I’ll write for any of them if requested! Otherwise I just write for Noah.

Summary: The guys witness one of your fainting spells.

Warning: none.

A/N: Hope you enjoy!!

The lighting in the living room shifted lazily as the sun dipped, casting warm hues across the walls. You sat comfortably on the couch, lost in the banter of your friends. Nick had just cracked a joke that sent all of you into fits of laughter. This was your sanctuary—a place where laughter echoed and friendship flourished.

Jolly’s laughter was infectious, ringing in your ears as you stretched out your legs, getting up to refill your drink. The movie flickered in the background, igniting the room with bursts of color and sound. You felt lighthearted, but as you stood, a wave of dizziness crashed over you unexpectedly. You paused, a frown knitting your brows together.

“Everything okay?” Jolly’s voice cut through the fog in your head. The worry etched on his face made you try and push the feeling away.

“Yeah, just stood up too fast,” you replied with a dismissive wave, smiling to reassure him. He nodded, refocusing on the flickering screen, but the dizziness deepened, clinging to you. Taking a deep breath, you steered yourself into the kitchen, hoping some water would help.

As you opened the cabinet to retrieve a glass, the room tilted dangerously. You swayed, gripping the countertop, the cool surface grounding you momentarily. Then, more steps echoed behind you, pulling your attention away from the dizziness. You blinked, turning to face your friends, but their concerned expressions blurred into shadowy outlines against the bright lights of the kitchen.

You opened your mouth to speak, but before you could utter a word, darkness swallowed you whole. The glass slipped from your fingers, shattering against the tile floor like your grasp on consciousness. The last thing you remembered were their faces, illuminated with alarm before everything went black.

When you finally awakened, confusion buzzed around you like a swarm of restless bees. The warmth of the couch beneath you felt surprisingly comforting. Your eyes fluttered open, focusing on the worried faces that loomed above you. Nick’s brow was creased with concern, while Folio and Noah hovered nearby, their expressions a mixture of fear and urgency.

“Hey You're awake Thank god” Noah’s voice was a mixture of relief and concern.

You blinked again, trying to orient yourself. “What… what happened?” you croaked, your throat dry.

“You just passed out,” Nick explained, relief flooding his voice. “We thought we were going to have to call an ambulance. You scared the hell out of us.”

Feeling the flutter of embarrassment creep up your face, you managed a weak smile. “It’s okay; I’m fine—just a little dizzy. I’m extremely anemic; it’s not uncommon for me to have fainting spells.”

The guys exchanged glances, a silent understanding passing between them. Noah slowly eased himself into the spot on the couch next to you, his warmth a comfort.

“Let’s get you some water,” Folio said, his voice steady as he rose to search for something to hydrate you with.

Jolly, ever the caretaker, immediately draped a soft blanket over your shoulders, tucking it around you as if you were a small child. “Just take it easy. You gave us all a heart attack.”

Your laughter was half-hearted, but it still managed to lift the somber mood. “Sorry for the drama, guys,” you said, your cheeks flushing from both embarrassment and the warmth they provided.

“No more fainting!” Nick called from the kitchen, where you could hear him cleaning up the remnants of the glass, the sound of shards being carefully swept up mingling with the flickering light of the television.

You felt so grateful to have them around. Each one had their quirks, their own brand of humor, and as they all surrounded you, the way they cared for you struck a chord deep in your heart. Folio returned with water, and you took small sips, grateful to feel it soothing your throat.

“Do you need anything? Food? A pillow?” Noah asked, peering at you with those concerned eyes that made you feel cared for, the protective nature of your friends shining through.

You shook your head gently, not wanting to inconvenience them further. “No, really, I’m fine. You all just worry too much,” you chuckled finally, feeling a little more relaxed as the tension in the room began to ease.

Once everyone seemed to calm down, Nick returned to the couch, plopping down with a sigh. “So, what’s next on the movie? Can we carry on or should we get you a stretcher while we’re at it?” he joked, lightening the mood just enough for everyone to laugh softly.

[wenclairfamily]

Enid and Wednesday Addams Star In: "Accidentally Naked and On the Run"

Wednesday and Enid accidentally lose their clothes when alone in a classroom, and have to sneak around the school completely naked as they try to make it back to their dorm room unseen.

Links to the Full Story: Wattpad, Archive Of Our Own, Fanfiction.net

-Or just click keep reading to see the full story immediately!

Wednesday Addams and Enid Sinclair. They were a duo that shouldn't have worked... but they did... and somehow their relationship resulted in marriage and two twin children - Harmony and Ana: two incredibly resourceful and talented teenage girls. Harmony, who carries both of her mother's special abilities, continues to grow and explore the world alongside the love of her life: Megan. Ana meanwhile is a very "different" type of girl without special powers, who is still trying to figure out what she wants to do with her life, while going on adventures with her ghostly boyfriend: Gerard. Despite everything seemingly going well in Wednesday and Enid's lives now, they have been dealing with a lot of difficult challenges lately; resulting in the two desperately needing to relieve some stress via the best means they know possible...

"Accidentally Naked and On the Run"

Story: Guest Writer: "Konge", With Edits/Alterations By: "Fun But Shy Girl"

Early one morning at Nevermore Academy, Wednesday Addams was peacefully walking the halls towards her office. Wednesday's peaceful walk however was suddenly interrupted by the sound of a cat screaming. Wednesday turned her head, and saw the family cat running down the hallway looking scared. Wednesday's daughter Ana also appeared running behind the cat as she had a somewhat terrified look on her face. Wednesday got in Ana's way as she spoke sternly to her daughter.

"Ana, what did you do this time?"

"It was an innocent mistake mother." Ana replied, "I was just listening to my early 2000's music playlist, when suddenly one of the ancient questions of the universe began to dwell on my mind, and I felt a strong deep desire to want to know... who let the dogs out? So I grabbed one the books from the Nightshade library to help begin a séance to find the answer to that question... only for a portal to a weird corner of some alternate dimension to open up, and then..."

Ana's voice was suddenly interrupted by a loud dog like roar. Suddenly, a giant three headed dog, with flames covering parts of its' body, appeared walking down the hall towards the two.

Ana backed away scared as she said, "Well, now we know who let that dog out... Me, apparently."

Wednesday groaned in frustration as she said, "Ana, can you try to go a full week without unleashing some form of terror on this school!?"

Ana however tried to put on an innocent face as she said, "Hey! It is not my fault that beast was unleashed. Stormageddon the Conqueror was the one who cast the spell this time."

Suddenly Ana's cat stuck his head around the hallway corner as he angerly yelled, "Rowr!"

Ana however looked back at her cat as she casually said, "Oh, come on. In cat years, you're way older than me now. It's your turn now to be the responsible adult!"

As the three headed dog roared and moved towards them, Wednesday groaned in frustration again. Then she took out her sword as she rolled her eyes while saying, "Just stand back. I'll be done with this in about a minute."

Two minutes later, Wednesday walked into her office with blood stains and fur all over clothes and skin. Wednesday sat down behind her desk, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly began to relax her muscles. Suddenly though, the sound of students screaming outside in the court yard could be heard. Frustration went across Wednesday's face as she softly spoke to herself.

"God, could you please just let this one problem fix itself?"

Suddenly, Wednesday's longtime friend: Eugene ran into the office looking scared and out of breath as he spoke.

"Wednesday, my young bee keeping students tried making this artificial nectar that was supposed to make our bees stronger and bigger... only for them to grow to giant sizes. Do you think could help us..."

Wednesday immediately interrupted Eugene as she stood up and grabbed her sword while saying, "Yes, yes, I'll take care of it as fast as possible!"

Ten minutes later, Wednesday sat back down in her office covered in blood and honey as she was facing a school administrator. Anger was in Wednesday's eyes as she spoke.

"What do you mean you won't approve my request for time off!?"

"I'm sorry Mrs Addams", the school administrator said, "But as busy and preoccupied as you've been of late, you haven't accrued enough hours recently to have a vacation. Also, the school is a bit short staffed right now in both teachers and security; so until it isn't, it's absolutely necessary you remain on campus for the time being. Please understand, your services are well appreciated."

The school administrator then left the office, as Wednesday's left eye began twitching.

Several hours later, Enid was sitting in her bedroom in front of a mirror as she was happily brushing her hair. Suddenly, all peace was gone as Wednesday stormed into the room looking extremely irritated.

Enid turned to look at her wife as she said, "You doing okay Wens?"

Wednesday then fell onto her bed, covered her face in a pillow, and then muttered, "Smother me now... please."

Enid had a look of love and sympathy on her face as she got onto the bed, and laid near Wednesday. Wednesday remained silent as Enid spoke.

"I know you've been stressed with everything that's happened to you recently Wens... and I know you need a vacation... but I also know it's gonna be awhile before we can get another. Which is why, instead of waiting months for a chance to relieve ourselves... I think we should find some way right now to get the stress out of our systems in a fun way."

Wednesday then took the pillow off her head, and looked at Enid as she cautiously asked, "What kind of fun way?"

Minutes later, Enid was dragging a confused Wednesday down the hallway.

"Where are we going? - Wednesday asked Enid.

"You'll see..." Enid said with a big smile.

Soon the two reached a vacant classroom inside the school. Enid giggled as she closed the classroom door behind them.

"The science classroom? What are we doing here?" Wednesday asked her wife with a puzzled look.

"Well, Wens-babe... back in the early years of our relationship, I know how doing very naughty things in how we expressed our intimacy for each other got you so excited. However, we've been playing it too safe lately. So to help bring some of that old spark to our lives, and more importantly: help relieve you of some stress... I thought we could have a little fun in this classroom here without any clothes on."

Wednesday's eyes widened as she watched Enid starting to unbutton her dress. As she slowly removed her clothing, Enid made a very lustful look in her eyes, and a sexy smile on her mouth. Wednesday however looked a bit nervous as she spoke.

"Enid... we've been nearly caught doing this before. If we were to be caught again..."

"Come on, Wens. Lets recapture the flame we felt in the old days. I wanna feel the thrill of doing something super naughty with you. Lets feel alive and young again..."

Enid was now down to just wearing her underwear; a pink bra and matching panties.

"Are you saying that you feel old at this stage of your life now, or are you saying that I am old now?" Wednesday said with her arms folded. Enid scoffed.

"N-no... I didn't mean it like that Wens... it's just..."

Suddenly without warning, Wednesday moved lightning fast and took Enid in her arms and kissed her. Enid was surprised at first, but then kissed her wife back. The two married women soon wrapped their arms around each other. Eventually, Wednesday stopped kissing so she could look into Enid's big blue eyes.

"My attempt at sarcasm... did you detect it?" Wednesday said with her typical deadpan face.

"No... but nice try..." Enid said, right before she kissed Wednesday back. Enid soon found herself grabbing Wednesday's face with both her hands, and their kissing became more and more passionate. Enid soon found herself helping Wednesday take off her clothing too, leading to the two throwing all their clothes on the floor in a big pile. Soon, underwear sat on top of pile of clothes. Wednesday and Enid now were completely naked as they stood before each other in the classroom. The sunlight illuminated the whole science room, and their bodies looked almost ethereal now in the bright sunlight. The bright sunlight made Wednesday's normally very dark brown, almost black eyes sparkle a lighter brown color in the light, and Enid couldn't stop looking in her wife's eyes, feeling her heart flutter and skip a beat.

"What is it Enid?" Wednesday asked.

"Y-your eyes... I've never seen them so bright before... you look different... but good... come here, Wens-babe..." Enid says as Wednesday moves closer slowly and then they embrace each other and kiss gently. After a moment passes, Wednesday looks at Enid and looks a little surprised.

"Your eyes too, look brighter in this light, Enid... a very light blue... it is... pleasing to look at." Wednesdays says, and Enid blushes.

"Wednesday Addams... being romantic all of a sudden...? That's not like you... but I like it..." Enid says smiling and they resume kissing.

However, suddenly they both stop as they can hear what sounds like creaky wheels coming closer.

"Is that...?" Enid says in a panicked voice.

"The head custodian... her cartwheels always creak like that... hurry, Enid... hide...!"

Wednesday gets off of Enid, and she crawls under the teacher's desk, and Enid jumps down. Cramped, they scurry inside facing each other without much room and they can hear the doorknob opening as the school's head cleaning lady comes inside.

"What is this? A pile of laundry, here...? What else is new... oh, well, I better take these to be cleaned before they get sent to the lost and found..." The cleaning lady says and picks up both Enid and Wednesday's clothes and puts them on the cleaning cart.

"Oh no...!" Enid whispers, as Wednesday shushes on her.

The cleaning lady begins to vacuum the floor except behind the teacher's desk (due to students always leaving messes around their desks, but teachers always keeping their area clean). After that she washes the floor with soap water and a mop while humming a melody. Both Enid and Wednesday can feel their bodies ache a little, all cramped up in awkward positions under the teacher's desk; their naked bodies pressed up against each other. After being done with her work, the cleaning lady leaves and Enid and Wednesday emerge from their hiding spot.

"W-Wens-babe... what do we do? The cleaning lady took our clothes!" Enid says trying not to panic.

"It is quite the predicament we find ourselves now in Enid... but logic suggests, the longer we wait, the sooner someone will find us. This room is used for evening classes, so we cannot simply wait here until nightfall. I propose we run back to our room as hastily as possible."

"Y-yeah, sounds like a plan... you lead the way... oh God, this is so embarrassing..." Enid says in a worried voice.

"Not yet... it is only if we get caught, that embarrassment should be considered." Wednesday says and looks Enid in the eyes.

"R-right... now let's go, Wens..." Enid says.

Wednesday goes over to the door, slowly opens it and peeks out, turning her head both ways and then walks out, a little crouched down, tip toeing, not making that much noise. Enid is covering herself up as she sneaks behind Wednesday, trying to keep up. As it turns out, Wednesday is very quick and fast on her feet, even though she is tip toeing.

"W-Wens... wait..." Enid says as they can hear someone talking, coming closer.

"Enid... hide!" Wednesday whispers. Enid in a panic hides behind a very large vase on display with a plant sitting in it, while Wednesday hides behind a bulky suit of armor. The two women peek around their hiding places and see their daughter Ana walking down the hallway, with her ghostly boyfriend Gerard floating behind her, while Ana's cat trails closely behind them.

"So what do you think of Nevermore?" - a smiling Ana said to her transparent boyfriend.

"It's nice Ana... but are you sure it's okay for me to wander these halls? I'm still a little uneasy just waltzing around public like this, making myself completely visible."

"Nonsense Gerard. Nevermore is the most inclusive place in the world. We're got vampires, gorgons, and even people with no faces that attend this school. You'll fit right in. I was hoping to have my mom and mother give you the tour though. I wonder where they are. They weren't in their room."

As Ana and Gerard continue to move down the hallway, they walk by the vase and the armor that Enid and Wednesday are hiding behind. Ana and Gerard don't notice the hiding Wednesday and Enid at all. However, Ana's cat quickly smells the scent of a familiar person as he begins to look behind the bulky set of armor. Noticing the naked Wednesday, Ana's cat looked curious as he said, "Rowr?"

"Go... shoo...!" Wednesday whispered with an evil scowl. Ana's cat then hisses at Wednesday, and quickly rushes back to Ana.

"What is it Stormageddon the Conqueror?" Ana said looking down at her cat. "Did you spot something interesting nearby?"

"Maybe he spotted a mouse, or a rat..." Gerard said.

"Ooh... we should catch it and use it to play a prank on mom and mother..." Ana says turning back towards the armor and big vase.

However, Gerard got in Ana's way as he spoke.

"Perhaps we shouldn't. Your mother has been through a lot recently. Your mom too. Let them be."

Ana sighs as she says, "Fine... but can we at least spook my math teacher?"

Gerard smirks as he says, "Oh, of course. Math teachers always give too much homework. They deserve to be haunted."

A smiling Ana and Gerard begin to move further away, while Ana's cat follows after them. Once the coast is clear, Wednesday and Enid come out from their hiding spots, and make a dash down the hallway as they try to make it back to their room once more, both trying to be as fast and as quiet as possible.

As Enid and Wednesday continue to slowly creep down the halls getting closer to their room, they suddenly hear voices of students approaching around the corner. The two women turn their heads and realize the only hiding spot they can reach in time is the nearby girls locker room. The two women rush into the locker room, and catch their breath. Suddenly though, they hear the sound of feet beginning to enter the locker room. Needing a concealed place to hide, Wednesday and Enid quickly go into a shower stall, and close the shower curtain behind them. As the two remain still behind the curtain, both Enid and surprisingly Wednesday cross their fingers, hoping no student will pull the curtain back and discover them. However, as Wednesday and Enid remain still in the shower stall, waiting for whoever entered the locker room to leave, the two women begin to hear something they weren't expecting...

"I want you so bad... let's do it in the shower right now..." the voice of a girl says.

"You dirty girl...!" the voice of a boy says. Suddenly both Enid and Wednesday can hear the sounds of kissing, followed by the sound of clothes hitting the ground.

Enid looks at Wednesday and smiles, seeing the complete irony in this unusual situation. Here they were. Two teachers hiding due to a result of their desire to have sex in a public room... and now they had to hide from two students having sex in a public room. Wednesday however felt very uncomfortable and upset with the current situation. Normally, Wednesday would be completely on top of this blatant violation of school's code of conduct, and would be using cruel and unusual punishment on any boy that entered the girls locker room... but given their current predicament, taking her typical form of justice would be very difficult now.

The teen boy and girl can now be heard going inside the shower stall not far from theirs, and they start moaning out loud. Wednesday reaches out for the shower curtain, tempted to punish this male student now despite her lack of clothing... but Enid stops her, and shakes her head. Wednesday takes a deep breath, and looks furious, as she reluctantly remains with Enid in their shower stall. Enid then looks at Wednesday, and with one hand she caresses Wednesday's cheek and gives her a soft smile.

"O-oh God...you're so big...!" The teen girl moans and Wednesday's eyes open wide, and Enid does the same, covering her wide open mouth in a shocked expression.

"You're so warm and tight...!" The boy says and keeps going.

Enid meanwhile bites her underlip, and stares at Wednesday with a certain look, and Wednesday just looks at Enid with no expression. The two didn't want to admit it, Wednesday especially... but... the two women were becoming very aroused by this situation.... and begin kissing each other.

As the teen boy and girl get louder, Enid and Wednesday get more frisky in the shower as well as they begin touching each other everywhere. Eventually, Enid and Wednesday hear the female and male student leave. However before they leave too, Enid looks at Wednesday with a tired and satisfied smile, and she gives Wednesday a big sloppy kiss, followed by mouthing the words: "I love you... thank you."

Wednesday soon peeks out of the shower curtains, looking left and right and then looks back at Enid.

"The coast is clear... let's go." Wednesday says, and Enid nods, looking determined.

They both sneak out of the locker room, and continue down the halls naked.

Minutes pass, and Wednesday and Enid move as cautious as they can with each turn. At one point, Wednesday bends over and carefully looks around a corner.

They can once again hear the voices of students approaching around a corner, and they swiftly hide behind some big vases with flowers in different colors, the two of them crouching down behind them. However, due to the flowers being near their faces, Enid can feel she is about to sneeze and makes a funny face. Wednesday looks on with a shocked look, and as Enid fights the urge and is about to sneeze, Wednesday takes two fingers and blocks Enid's nostrils.

Two students walk by them without noticing them, and after the students are gone, Wednesday removes her fingers from Enid's nose.

"T-thanks, Wens... that was close..." Enid whispers and Wednesday nods.

"Indeed. Now lets go". Wednesday says and they come out from hiding continuing down the hall quietly.

They are not a very far from their dorm now, and both hurry up, sneaking as fast they can. It was around dinner time now, and the two adults knew that nearly all the students preferred to eat their food away from their dorm rooms. So if they could just make it to Ophelia Hall, they would be home free.

But just before the homestretch, they can hear another group of students approaching around a corner, so both Enid and Wednesday head towards a nearby classroom to hide. Since it was dinner time, they knew no students would be in class right now. However, as they both go inside the classroom backwards (keeping an eye on the hallway to make sure no students spotted them going in), Enid feels her butt hit something (which Wednesday also hears). Their eyes both widen as they slowly turn around while they hear a male adult voice say, "E-Enid? We... Wednesday?"

Enid and Wednesday then realize standing right in the classroom looking at their naked bodies is Eugene. Both Enid and Wednesday make big shocked expressions, eyes wide and freezing on the spot.

"H-hi..." Enid says, nervously waving with her hand.

"Wow..." Eugene says with very wide eyes, "It's the moment I've dreamt about happening for over twenty years... and it's more beautiful than I ever could've imagined..."

Suddenly Eugene's eyes rolled back and he immediately faints, falling flat on his back as he hits the floor. Enid stood in shock as she looked down at the fallen Eugene.

"Why did he just faint?" Wednesday said, clearly looking confused.

"Seriously Wednesday?" a surprised Enid said, "I thought you had improved in your interpersonal studies by now. You seriously need me to explain why a 34 year old virgin man, who has only had us as his only two female friends for twenty years, just fainted?"

"Yes." Wednesday simply said.

"I... I'll explain later." Enid reluctantly says, "But for now... Eugene looks fine... I think. Maybe he'll wake up and assume what he just saw was a dream. I mean he's probably dreamt of this exact scenario dozens of times before, so it's plausible."

"Why would Eugene dream of us avoiding detection from our students in this classroom?" - Wednesday said, clearly seeming confused again.

Enid chuckles a bit, and then says, "Wednesday... I'm actually glad you never fully figured boys out. It's probably for my benefit anyway."

Minutes later, Wednesday and Enid are making the last stretch to their dorm room. They rush naked down the long hallway of Ophelia Hall. Their room is within reach. Wednesday reaches the door first, opening it in a swift move and hurries inside. Enid is just behind her, but stumbles on the doorstep and smacks right into Wednesday, and the speed sends them both flying through the air and they land on their bed with a big bump, softening the fall.

"S-sorry, Wens... are you okay...?" Enid says with a worried look.

"Yes. I am fine... just a bit surprised... and you... are you harmed?" Wednesday says and looks at Enid.

"Ow...!" Enid says, showing a big bruise on her stomach.

"I guess... just a little... darn..." Enid says while getting up and closing their dorm room door.

"Well... do you feel young again?" Wednesday says looking at Enid, and Enid scoffs.

"I did... for a little while back there... but this... I could do without..." Enid says as she sits down and rubs her stomach gently in small circles.

"Do you require assistance... painkillers?" Wednesday says looking down on Enid's big yellow bruise on her stomach.

"N-no... it will heal... but thanks, Wens..."Enid says and gives Wednesday a loving smile.

"Of course... you are my spouse, this your well-being is a priority." Wednesday says and Enid smiles.

"Well... it was fun today, feeling the thrill of almost being caught, several times... even though Eugene did... sort of... if he can remember anything when he comes to anyway..." Enid says.

Wednesday meanwhile grabs a nearby ointment in a jar and presses it out in her hands, rubbing them together and moves closer to Enid.

"This will help with the pain." Wednesday says and gently touches Enid's yellow bruise on her stomach, and like magic, the yellow bruise stain slowly fades away and Enid can't feel the pain anymore. Surprised, she looks at Wednesday.

"How? What was that?" Enid says with a big smile.

"I have been working on that healing lotion for a while, and it seems it is working properly now." Wednesday says and dries off her hands in a paper towel nearby on their nightstand.

"You know, Wens..." Enid says, "I'm sorry, if I called you... us... old before. No matter how much time passes... making love to you at any age is always the most amazing experience ever."

Wednesday looks at Enid with her eyes that typically show no emotion... and yet in that moment, a little begins to show as Wednesday says, "Enid... there are some who fear slowly withering away alongside their life partner. However... I cannot imagine anything more beautiful."

End smiles, and then grabs Wednesday's arms and pulls her into bed as the two married women begin making love.

An hour eventually passes, and now Wednesday and Enid are laying besides one another looking much more restful and satisfied.

"That was... more pleasing than usual..." Wednesday said with a straight face. Enid gives Wednesday a loving look and smiles softly.

"I'm glad you thought so Wens. I guess one doesn't have to try to be young again, to feel absolutely wonderful. So... are you in a better mood now?"

"Being with you..." Wednesday began to say, "...is always a vast improvement versus being apart."

Enid smiles as she reaches out and hugs Wednesday. The two then just lay there a little while, feeling the warmth of each others bodies, their hearts beating as one, and their older souls feeling more united and content than ever.

THE END

Next Week: While Wednesday and Enid take a much deserved break, their daughters: Harmony and Ana will take center stage in "Love Finds a Way"

Then in Two Weeks: Gomez, Morticia, Pugsley, Lurch, and Thing All Visit Wednesday for a Special Story Titled:

"THE CLASSIC ADDAMS FAMILY REUNITES"

[electricgaunt]

Live Blog of Infinity (Bonus) - Poker 2:

'who started this poker game' is a critical question, thank you

carrie corruption/rebellion time

trish buddy...

aw carrie and trish crumbs

shoka looting the bodies, god

i'm imagining this poker game in a goth, cat cafe car (it's not, it's definitely in the conductor car or something, but it's fun for me)

oh no piss blue ribbon for carrie, sweetheart, no

jason's expensive tastes

jason gaslighting shoka about video games

shoka lying her ass off about where she's from

quizzing roxas on world knowledge again, my beloved interstitial/crossover thing

trish, buddy...

[I also got my rymin zine in the mail this week, so along with this poker ep i've been having a good infinity train week 😊]

squid boy roxas (fuck, I could go for calamari)

"several boys inside of him...wait, one boy"

moonshot interstitial crossover crossover spelling bee

boss fight in a spelling bee car, killing simon instantly

more roxas copies!!!

I love them learning about the mirror/chrome car and discussing all the harrowing implications during this poker game

SHOKAAA

is hitman/agent 47 on the train?

promposals!!! cuteee

finding a prom date for shoka is not what I thought was going to happen but I'm thrilled

winry time shit aghhh

omg thinking about cute prom/school dance outfits aaa

(it might be similar to the casino car outfits?? but different characters so different outfits)

high five for carrie!!!

shoka trying to keep the peace being more unnerving

drunk!carrie!!!

(hhhhhhh shoka and al hhhhhh)

sewing car!!!!

((I'm experiencing some funny self-inflicted whiplash, between listening to this poker ep today + reminiscing about the experience of listening to interstitial infinity...and then today i also listened to another podcast ep, where they were talking about the new sonic 3 movie, but the hosts don't have much shadow / sonic lore knowledge (which is fine ofc! I also don't know much, especially compared to the rhataf cast, what I've learned has mainly been from rhataf + some snapcube stuff), but all of it today in sequence is giving me some really funky cognitive dissonance :D))

oh god the music

ahhhh

AHHHH

this "funny poker ep" is going to end in a post-finale canon fight

emma lolol

hhhhhh tense tense tense

"fuck it, this is just interstitial now"

[main character shoka is killed in the bonus poker episode]

this is why we have a spoiler channel for this ep ajdhajsha (I mean it's also post-finale but alsoooooo...aaaaa????)

hhhhh

(sorry that so much of this is me reacting with hhh or aaa but I think it's warranted lol)

oh the music, I missed it

this carrie and shoka fight is fascinating

I think prom is cancelled :(

oh the shoka and carrie choking and crying imagery aaaa???

😭😭😭

jason I love you

the guttural yells as shoka leaves, aaaa (same)

hey!!!! hey!!!! hey!!!!!

what the fuck y'all!!!!!

HEY!!!!!!

interstitial infinity, man

FUCK!

thank you so much, as always!!! you're all the best!!! 😭💚😭💚

[rain77art]

Introduction:

Hi, I’m Rain, (you can use any pronouns for me)

I’ve never really used tumblr before so idk if people introduce themselves on here or not- but I’m going to do so anyway. I created this just to post whatever, my interest, art, etc. mainly cause insta feels so dead? (Except my one friend, they’re my #1 fan fr <3) Feel free to talk or comment about anything I post just nothing rude obviously. Anyway here’s some of my art and interest…

(Cw: a bit of blood in my one art, I’ll try and do Cw for anything that may be slightly triggering just to accommodate for ppl, if there’s anything I don’t put a Cw but think I should, let me know)

1st photo is a human version of Gwen from Spiritfarer, 2nd Rin from The Poppy War series by R.F Kuang, 3rd me (I’m a trans demon), 4th is Satoru Gojo (kind of abstract art? Idk I never went to art school)

So now here’s a list of my interest…

Main: Various characters from various things I like to obsess over, think about, and analyse. Plants. Music (I’m more of a lyrics person, so I like to analyse that too) Tea. Moths.

Music: [Fav.] The Crane Wives, Mitski, Hozier, System of a Down, the Attack On Titan soundtrack [Likes] My Chemical Romance, Ghost, Rage Against The Machine, Slipknot, O. Children, Pinkshift, Depeche Mode, Linkin Park, Death, Anti-Flag, The Sisters of Mercy, Stiffed, Bad Religion, Pink Panthress, The Oh Hellos, Los Retros, Glass Animals (mostly HTBAHB album), Pierce The Veil, Florance + The Machine, The Fugees

Shows: [Anime]- Attack On Titan (Excluding the fourth season), Dungeon Meshi, Jujutsu Kaisen, Banana Fish, Nana, Full Metal Alchemist, Michiko & Hatchin [Other]- The Bear, Arcane <3, Bee and Puppycat, The Owl House

Movies: Everything Everywhere All At Once <3, Parasite, Wendell and Wild, Nimona, Spider-Man (Spider verse movies), How To Train Your Dragon (1+2), Birds of Prey, Ponyo, The Sea Beast, Kung Fu Panda (Only 1 and 2), Puss In Boots (1+2), The Guardians of Ga’Hoole, The Adams Family (1991)

Video-games: Red Dead Redemption 2, Spiritfarer, Bayonetta, The Last of Us, God of War, Legend of Zelda,

Books: The Poppy War (Trilogy) by R.F Kuang, The Jasmine Throne by Tasha Suri, The Wings of Fire by Tui. T Sutherland (My childhood books),

Characters: Levi Ackerman (I love him sm), Hange Zoë, Erwin Smith, Satoru Gojo, Yuji Itadori, Maki Zenin, Ash Lynx, Echo (Arcane) Fang Runin, Sydney Adamu, The whole main cast of Dungeon Meshi, but specifically Chilchuck.

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Anyway feel free to chat with me if you’d like, I’ll be posting mainly my art but a bunch of random interest as well.

(Ignore any spelling errors, and in terms of commissions, I’ll figure that out soon but for now I’m not doing them, will post when that changes. If you want to use my art go ahead, just give credit please)

[living-lucid-dream]

(EVEN MORE) Blind Pico AU!

After several hours of exhausted sleep oblivion, Pico begins to have a nightmare. He dreams that he is alone and being hunted by somebody or something that speaks in different voices, mimicking his friends and past enemies. He is running down a hallway at his old high school with no windows or doors--only endless rows of lockers. At the end of the hall is a bottomless black pool that will swallow his entire being. He can't stop running because he will be caught by the hunter, but he can't continue because the pool is getting closer and closer....

Just as he is about to fall into the pool, Pico wakes up screaming. This ends up being extra unfortunate because the sudden ear-splitting shrieking jerks Boyfriend out of a dead sleep, startling him enough that he flops off the edge of the bed.

Boyfriend scrambles up off the ground and asks Pico if he is alright. Pico says he's fine and apologizes to Boyfriend for kicking him off the bed. Boyfriend asks him if he's sure and if he needs anything and frets that they slept past when Pico was supposed to have his eyedrops. Embarrassed over Boyfriend's ministrations, Pico insists that he is alright aside from being thirsty and also needing to go to the bathroom.

Boyfriend awkwardly says, "Do you...uh...need help or...?" to which Pico immediately snaps that he can handle that just fine on his own, fuck you very much. Boyfriend says he's sorry and he's just trying to figure all of this out, which only makes Pico feel like a total jerk on top of feeling like an invalid. Pico tells him it's fine and asks Boyfriend if they can just forget that conversation ever happened already.

After Pico takes care of his business (and after Boyfriend helps him put in his eyedrops and empties the drains), Boyfriend asks if he wants him to go get some lunch at--where else?--McDonald's. Pico tells him sure and insists that he will be fine on his own for half an hour.

This turns out to be a filthy lie as, just a few minutes after Boyfriend leaves, Pico trips over a shoe and falls on the floor. After the initial shock wears off (because it turns out that falling directly onto a new surgical incision hurts), Pico quickly discovers that between the incision on his abdomen, the broken ribs, and his arm in a cast, he can't maneuver to get up off the floor. He spends the next twenty minutes or so wallowing in his own mortification, both hoping Boyfriend will come back soon to help while also wishing he could just curl up and die of shame.

Boyfriend does eventually get back to Pico's apartment. He hurries over to Pico as soon as he's in the door, leading to this brilliant exchange:

"WHAT HAPPENED?!?"

"What does it look like?"

"OH MY GOD, DID YOU FALL?!?"

"No, I just decided to lay ass-up on the ground and make out with the floor."

"ARE YOU OK?!?"

"Just peachy."

"Um...if you're OK and you're done making out with the floor (which is really weird and kind of gross), maybe you should...get up off the floor...?"

"Wow, you're really gonna make me spell this out for you, huh?"

"Spell what out for--"

"I CAN'T GET UP, NUMB NUTS!"

"Oh."

Boyfriend helps Pico up off the floor and is alarmed to note that Pico is bleeding. Turns out he pulled out a couple of the staples on his incision when he fell, but the bleeding seems to be slowing down and the incision is OK. Boyfriend helps him clean off the blood and Pico changes into a clean shirt.

Over lunch, Pico decides to address the elephant in the room: "Just to be clear, last night never happened."

Boyfriend asks, "What, the crying or the falling asleep in each other's arms?"

Pico responds, "Both! All of it!"

Boyfriend is a bit hurt by this, but Pico is quick to explain: "What you have with Girlfriend is perfect for both of you. I don't want to do anything to mess that up, and I'm not going to let you do anything to throw that away."

Boyfriend sputters out a confused "What?" so Pico goes on: "I'm your ex, Bee. Even though nothing happened, do you really think Girlfriend would be cool with us sharing a bed?"

Boyfriend tries to insist that Girlfriend would understand, that he knows for a fact that she would be happy about it. Pico scoffs at this and demands to know how Boyfriend can possibly know that 'for a fact.'

Boyfriend squirms and says that he wants to tell Pico but he and Girlfriend agreed they would talk to Pico about it together. Pico asks him if this has anything to do with the thing he and Girlfriend wanted to talk to him about before the concert. Boyfriend tells him it definitely does and that he really, really wants to tell him but that he and Girlfriend made a promise to each other. Then he says, "Speaking of that night...I know you don't remember what happened, but do you have any idea who might have done this?"

Pico tells him there are a LOT of people who were mad at him that night. Boyfriend suggests that they ask Darnell and Nene if they noticed anybody suspicious to which Pico immediately snaps, "NO! I don't want to ask them for anything!"

Boyfriend is taken aback by Pico's vehemence on the matter and asks him why not. Pico then proceeds to tell Boyfriend about his interview with the police while he was in the hospital:

After the standard questions, the police asked him if he recognized either of two objects they had brought with them because Pico was found in a dumpster and these were the only things in the dumpster with him.

Pico flatly responded that no, it was pretty hard to recognize any objects when you can't see anything. The officers told him that they have a silver lighter and a throwing star. Pico asked them if the throwing star had a "Hello Kitty" sticker on it. (It did.) Then he asked them if the lighter had an engraved "D" on it. (It did.) Pico then told the police that he did recognize those things: "They belong to me."

Boyfriend asks, "But don't those belong to Nene and Darnell?"

Pico tells him that yes, they definitely do. (Those were his Christmas presents to them!)

Boyfriend asks Pico why he didn't tell the police who the lighter and throwing star really belonged to. Pico tells him he doesn't know for sure that Darnell and Nene did it--and even if they did, he'd rather deal with it himself than rat them out.

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I planned to write more of the AU down in this post, but I've been fighting a migraine all day and this feels like a good spot to stop for now. Never fear; more will be coming soon!

[snowyarcher]

After Dark

Astarion x Reader / Karlach x Reader (if you squint)

Summary: You're coming to terms with being a part of a family. Feelings get complicated when love is found in the one person you can't seem to trust.

Word Count: 2k

You wake up to the sound of cheerful tunes and the gentle stroke of the wind against your tent. Your little home of solitude is white in color, shadows of figures dancing behind the thin fabric.

You are pretty sure the spell Gale helped you cast has assisted you well enough in maintaining your privacy. Nobody can see you rubbing your eyes or hear a squeak from your tent. Still, the outside world is a feast for your ears and eyes, and the notes from the bard’s strings slip past the entrance. It’s a pleasant intrusion.

As you reach forward to leave your comfort, your right arm protests. It aches like a bee’s sting. It feels like the stinger was forced into your skin and dragged down your patched up arm. You grab a spare gauze and place it on your lap. You begin to peel back the atrocity slowly.

You don’t remember who had tended to your wound you such care. You are still surprised that someone had thought of doing it.

Once you are done fixing up your arm, you finally allow yourself to be distracted. You hear beyond the music. You hear laughter, chatter and the sound of… something that could only be described as a faded memory - family dinners when you were a child.

It is peaceful. 

You emerge from your tent and look around.

“Alright, soldier?” A voice calls from the fire. Karlach smiles at you and your skin is warm when you approach her.

“Couldn’t let you guys have all the fun?” 

“Oh, the fun is just getting started.” Karlach looks at your wound. “How is your arm?”

“It will get better eventually." You shrug with a smile. "Do you know who patched me up?” 

“That was all Wyll. You don't remember?"

“I remember pain and darkness. I remember trees looming over me as I was carried here. Not much else.”

"Memories are overrated. You're safe and that's all that matters. Perhaps trying some of the fine wine or beer will fix you right up."

"We have wine?" You ask.

Your stomach shares your elation, or is it your liver?

“You know how Astarion is." Karlach says. "He can't go a night with a bottle of red. Not that I'm complaining. His taste is excellent."

You know firsthand of the man’s very unusual taste in refreshments. The list of preference is short and you are still not quite used to the reality of having been on it.

Delectable, memory recalls.

It is the memory of waking up to a pair of sharp fangs hovering over your neck, and a weak Astarion asking, begging for blood. You try not to think about how you had said yes, or about the fact that now your hair is tied up, neck exposed. You feel vulnerable all of a sudden. You know he is lurking nearby. 

You are brought back to the campsite as Karlach looks down at you:

“Are you alright?”

“Yes, just a bit hot.” You say and it isn’t a lie. “I'm going to get something to drink."

She calls your name before you can leave.

“I want to apologize.”

What?

“For what?”

“I know I always pressure you to stay back and party it up after a big victory, but that’s because…” She coughs then. A pause. “I enjoy your company. I’d like to have it for as long as I can. That doesn’t mean you have to do it. It’s just been a long time since I had felt this alright with someone.”

She pronounces alright, like it’s the most appropriate word. Then, she looks down because it’s not as impressive as it could have been. It doesn’t matter to you. You understand that word and that feeling that comes along with it. It has been following you ever since you woke up in your tent. You are in good company and as long as you’re in good company you’ll be alright.

“I would hug you if I could." You say. 

“Tell me about it. Gods, I miss touching people.” Her eyes grow in surprise. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

You laugh. The feeling nests warm inside you and delight fills you whole. You had no memory of your life before the worm, but perhaps your heart is stronger than your mind is. It's starting to remember. Whoever you had been, that person must have been full of love. As you come to realize that, what's left is a small flicker of fear. You think it’s strange, how fearful you are now that you are so close to love. 

“Careful there Kar.” You cross your arms. “I might think you actually like me.”

“Well, I do.” 

It's not Karlach's skin that threatens to burn you, but her smile. It's slightly crooked, geniune and disarming.

“I have to go fill my glass” You say. "I'll be back."

You cross the busy camp and find a long table with fruit, wine and beer. All sorts of delightful treats are presented on wooden plates. The handsome bard is singing some tale about a person he may or may not have known. You are glad you left your tent.

She would always like to say why change the past, when you can own this day?

Your goblet is already half empty when you decide to make your way back to Karlach.

“Running off so soon?”

Astarion is holding the same bottle of wine you had touched. You imagine the surface you have held must be warm against his cold fingers. He appears distracted, only slightly interested in your presence.

You decide it's better when he is simply existing next to you. This is when he has no power over you.

“Astarion. How are you?” You ask politely. 

"Perky as a blade, darling. How do you like the wine?"

"It's delicious."

"I have tasted better. Quite recently as well. It was warmer and thicker in texture. Straight from the vine. Still, blood beggars can't be choosers. "

You are not entirely sure how to respond, but you lower your head to hide the flush of your cheeks. He is not looking at you anyway, you realize as your eyes meet one side of his face. You are hit with the same feeling of awe and it is like the first day that you had met him. You remember vividly how your eyes had grown twice the size at the sight of his white curls, his sharp words and elegant features.

Gods, he looks like a dream.

You also remember the knife that he had held against your throat.

You are pretty sure that monsters aren't supposed to be this beautiful.

"How does it feel?" You ask him.

He finally looks at you and it begins. You feel his presence like a dark mist in your torn mind. It's spreading around steadily. It's discreet and deceptively comforting.

"Does the hunger ever stop?" You ask again.

He studies you for a moment and his eyes drift away.

"Initially, I thought my greediness was my own personal punishment for being this... thing. I spent much of my life starving, living on the blood of beasts. Nothing ever truly satisfied me. Ι thought perhaps you'd change that. That it would be enough to last longer, but I am still greedy."

You fear to ask, but you dare.

"Are you hungry now?"

The dark mist draws closer and threatens to conceal all reason within your mind.

"Aren't you just sweet. What if I was?" He tilts his head back, testing you.

"I would tell you to go hunting."

He places an open palm on his chest, offended.

“I thought we had something special. You open a man’s mind to such flavors and then throw him back into the forest?”

“I am kind of injured. I can’t help you.”

He frowns at the wound, but doesn't say anything about it.

“No matter. It doesn't have to be you. You might have opened this window of curiosity but I don’t know if I can limit myself to one taste alone. Sweet as you are, I can’t help but wonder what the others might taste like. The wizard, he strikes me as someone rich in blood. But the gith... What on earth would she taste like?”

You pretend like his words are a mere scratch on your soul. But the image of Astarion sinking his teeth in any flesh other than yours, is an unwelcome one.

"Lae'zel is a very light sleeper."

"Fine." He rolls his eyes. "I admit I was a bit disappointed in myself when you caught me that night. My stealth, it appears, is a work in progress. I should like to test its limits tonight."

"They won't be as understanding as me."

You aren't sure why you are trying to prevent him from doing it. A part of you thinks it's some deluded feeling of jealousy or entitlement. Perhaps, you are simply worried about him.

"That's what makes it such a rush, darling. It's the forbidden desire. I am a man of tremendous appetites and I am not wasteful. There's only so much blood I can get from one person alone."

"Life must be so great for you. Everywhere you look there's free food."

The bitter voice in your head is floating above the darkness of Astarion's mist and the worm. It overpowers all and whispers:

You are not special to him. You are disposable. He will use you.

“If only the others made it as easy. You are still my favorite of course. I didn't expect you to be so receptive.”

He stops and looks off into the distance. It's as if his mind is dragging back into the surface the words, the sensations, the taste of you. His features begin to morph into the expression of euphoria.

"That was amazing. My mind is finally clear. I feel strong. I feel happy."

"Are you having fun there?" You ask.

His soft smile widens into a grin, fangs bared and sharp, as he studies you. A soft breeze blows from somewhere behind you and your neck is as flushed as your face. His stare falls to the soft curve of it and doesn’t break. His hand twitches. As he stalks closer to you, your heart races at the realization that he isn’t smiling anymore.

“Do you remember how good it was?”

He doesn’t touch you. Yet, it feels like he is everywhere. There is only silence around you, but his presence alone is loud enough to keep you transfixed. He is all consuming.

There are small bags under his eyes and smile lines. He closes his mouth and purses his lips, in thought, or to stop himself from speaking. Those lips had touched your throat and you wonder for once what it would be like to be kissed by him.

Would his mouth be gentle and soft, or relentless and greedy? He looks like he can do both. 

“My dear?”

You shake your head, but the mist builds up. The wine isn't making things better.

“Think nothing of it. You were weak and I helped. You're welcome."

“You know this is not what I'm referring to. I never thought you to be so scandalous, my darling. Ι underestimated you truly. But no, you were simply waiting for something like this, weren't you?”

"It was certainly an experience."

"We could share many more. Don’t tell me you haven’t thought of the possibility.” He says.

Lying is easy.

“I haven’t.”

“I never thought the pure at heart could lie with such ease” He says. “Even if I hadn’t noticed your stares when we first met, your body gave away much that night.”

Astarion’s proposition awakens something darker within. The mist begins to disperse. There is only the bitter voice. It shoots words against your skull like fire arrows. They land in the darkness of the mist that worships him and explode in a chaos of light. The words burn and burn.

Use you. Disposable. Care for him. Lose him. Never yours.

The fear is persistent, because this is a different kind of love. One you can never hope he will reciprocate. You are not afraid of what he is when he is around you. You are scared of what he could never be for you.

“Goodnight, Astarion.”

“Oh no, my dear.” He shakes his head. “The night has just begun.”

she's a rogue and a thief and she'll tempt your fate

When he is gone, you can think clearly again. The notes from the bard's lyre remind you of celebration. People are alive around you. You realize Astarion has taken the unbearable silence with him. Even so, he always makes sure to leave something behind - a promise.

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Notes:

Fist fic, kinda nervous

I just wanted to get the pale elf off my system and wrote this. Thank you to whoever read this <3 Astarion would approve. Song of the bard is "Sera Was Never".

[druidessgeek]

Doric x female Druid reader

I know it sounds silly to have Druid with another Druid but hear me out. Doric played a more martial and offensive role in combat. The way I’m imagining a Druid reader is more in the support role that you have the option to be in game. Definitely Keyleth vibes but not outright. She hangs back, preferring to use her healing and buffing spells to help the party win the fight. Anyway, I originally wrote this really angsty but didn’t want my first fanfic posted for others to possibly read to be angst. No shade on angst writers I just didn’t want that to be my start

- [ ] Takes her a bit to warm up to you. She is worried she’ll say something stupid or sound like the inexperienced Druid she is.

- [ ] You catch her staring at you a lot though, and she tries to look away from you when you catch the tiefling’s gaze so after a long fight with a warlock trying to sacrifice innocents to his god, you finally sit next to her in front of the camp fire after catching her gaze on you.

- [ ] She is internally screaming when you start inspecting her injuries and casting a quick cure wounds on her scrapes.

- [ ] She confides in you after this. “I never learned much magic. You must think me a bad Druid.”

- [ ] You tell her that it doesn’t make her any less a Druid. That everyone has a role to play. Just because you chose the path of the healer, the nurturer, the caretaker, doesn’t make her path less valid

- [ ] “Any Druid who can take out a red mage while wild shaped is doing great at her vocation, love. Trust the process. Your time on this plane is far from over.”

- [ ] This makes the tiefling blush. You then make it a goal to see her blush at least once a day

- [ ] She asks you to teach her what the rangers couldn’t. Their knowledge of magic is respectable but no formal ritual, she knows even being good with wild shaping and a quick polymorph has left her behind in her Druidic knowledge.

- [ ] Her first lesson begins that night. She learns her first healing spell, which she then uses on a black eye you hadn’t noticed on yourself, touching it tenderly as tendrils of light soothe the inflamed bruise.

- [ ] You two are as thick as thieves after that. She comes with you when you go foraging on your travels. She can already identify most plants in the woods but some of them aren’t for food.

- [ ] You show her how to turn poisonous plants and fungus into potions to coat rocks for her sling. And you teach her how to make healing potions.

- [ ] You start noticing little flowers being left upon your things. Flowers she notices you cooing at gently under the canopy. Daffodils and bee balm in the spring. Goldenrod in the summer

- [ ] You weave them into little crowns and wreaths that you wear on your head and as bracelets, much to your fellow Druid’s poorly concealed excitement. She has to keep herself from picking every flower in the woods.

- [ ] The best part are the bees and butterflies that seem to surround you in almost a halo, sampling the nectars of the flowers, landing on your nose, and Doric, staring at you like you’re the goddess of nature herself.

- [ ] She has to keep herself from kissing you when you tell off an ignorant duke for assuming Doric evil. You even shield her from his judging gaze, returning it upon him and shaming him in front of the whole court for his willful ignorance.

- [ ] “If she’s evil for having horns and a tail, what’s that make you, my lord, for having none of this? Do they not have mirrors in your kingdom?”

- [ ] No one’s ever defended her like this. And it gives her hope. Maybe not all humans are awful. At least, not her human.

- [ ] She stays up with you on watches staring up at the stars while the others rest. She gives herself so little credit in her Druidic abilities but the way she looks up at the stars captivates you. Each constellation a unique personality, each star a close friend.

- [ ] You share your first kiss beneath those stars. She just can’t help it when she looks back down to earth and sees the most beautiful woman staring back at her like nothing else on the planet matters. She cradles your face in her hands and kisses you so gently, so tenderly that the sound of moth’s wings could have been louder.

- [ ] You’re both startled from your romance when you hear Edgin, wide awake and sarcastic as always. “It’s about time.”

[redyarns]

this probably makes me kinda ignorant, but I havent really thought about Bee much in this fic.. not because I don’t like him! I guess I was just more captivated by Orion, Sentinel, Megatron and all the world-building to REALLY put some deep thought onto him. Ive seen him being depicted as childish , soft, easily attached, and observant (he is a scout!) but I havent really seen much of how bumblebee felt being a low caste bot and what he DOES about it. I like how you wrote him as a musician- it makes perfect sense imo. His thoughts on wanting to get out of there were so heartbreaking:(( Him becoming allies with the decepticons was such a pleasant surprise though! I love how nice soundwave was to him, I really hope we’ll see more of the pair (also: possible starscream mention?)

Orion telling Bee about (some parts) Megatron and him wanting to do something about it definitely surprised me. I’m happy he told him though, because I CANNOT handle more miscommunication/pos I love angst. Anyways!! Super pumped for what the gang is gonna do next. But I am VERY worried for Sentinel.. seeing the miscommunication theyre having he is definitely feel betrayed. (Ill talk abt Ultra laterr)

(Sorry for any spelling errors or anything stupid I wrote(?) im kinda in a rush)

im so happy that this chapter made u think about bee more! im so excited to bring him into the foreground more. and oh my gosh i ADORE soundwave in this chapter, i honestly hadnt meant to write him so sweet but one of my betas was like lol why is he kind of bbg and i was like MY GOD UR RIGHT

also the starscream thing is making me shriek with laughter, only bc thats my fault and i shouldnt have written shockwave like that. everyone kind of concluded that rook lune was starscream but he actually wasnt, and its totally my fault bc i went too heavy into the sarcasm/cursing. i was trying to give off the feeling that shockwave and soundwave were similarly young like the rest of the cast, but i definitely missed that ahaha!!!

ill have to clarify in the next chapter. also YES pls tell me what u think about ultra omggggg

[toiletology]

MEDEA = MEDIA

TRUMAN SHOW / SHOW = MOTTS (split the H, flip the W) show s/he is true.

Medea is known in most stories as an enchantress and is often depicted as a priestess of the goddess Hecate or a witch.

Medea is a 1969 Italian film directed by Pier Paolo Pasolini, based on the ancient myth of Medea.

Medea is the goddess of illusion. Modern Day Medea = (MEDIA).

Hollywood is the #1 hotspot for creating media. Why is it called Hollywood? Well, there is a tree called the Holly Tree or holly plant.

The druids regarded the Holly Tree as a symbol of fertility and eternal life, thought to have magical powers. Today, Christians have adopted the Hollywood as a symbol for Christmas.

The sharp leaves are said to symbolize the crown of thorns worn by Christ, while the berries represent his blood.

The magical tree (Holly) is made of wood, hence Holly-Wood and the Hollywood is the witches wand. Whenever someone is trying to get on a movie or show they get “Casted.” 

Witches “Cast” spells & what do they read their lines off? A “script” (handwriting as distinct written characters.) "spelling" or writing a prescription (The word prescribe comes from a Latin word meaning to write in advance [of giving a medicine).

That SCRIPT or PRESCRIPTION or MEDICINE that the MEDIA/MEDEA gives to us, is to make us DOCILE and SUBSERVIENT to our OVERLORDS.

If Medea is the Goddess of illusion and had the ability to control and cast magic, what does that mean for us in the modern day? As everyone is aware, Media today controls the world. From social media (Instagram, TikTok, Snapchat, etc.) to TV (T = 7, V = 7) media like news channels, they are literally brainwashing (or at least trying to attempt to brainwash) the entire population of Earth.

This is why no one can think beyond what they are told to think. And why no one is able to see the main cause or problems of our reality.

The only 2 native caffeinated plants in the United States are both the HOLLY.

Specifically the YA-U-P-ON HOLLY (Ilex vomitoria) and Dah(duh)o(eye)on Holly (Ilex cassine).

There are many other native holly plants in the USA as well.

Winterberry holly (Ilex verticillata), Japanese holly (Ilex crenata), American holly (Ilex opaca) and Inkberry (Ilex glabra). There are more than 400 species of Ilex worldwide.

The plant was traditionally used by Native Americans and Euro-American colonists to make an infusion containing caffeine and theobromine. This drink went by different names, such as cassina, beloved drink or white drink among natives and "Carolina Tea", or "South Seas Tea" among colonists.

Native Americans used Yerba Mate (holly plant) in many ways, including as a social ritual, in religious ceremonies, and as a natural remedy.

I recommend it to everyone trying to clear out the toxins and disharmony of their mind and body. It has the ability to help you lose weight, reduce stress, anxiety and depression as well as boost creativity. Its just an all around magical plant that everyone should be using. https://amzn.to/3X6aosw

M E D - lets break down this letter first. I A

D<>ON<>KEY (D is a HARP or a BOW.)

Which means "D" is good, but d can also mean down. A "D" can be a bow but its missing its arrow (are low/Jack Harlow).

mEDIa <> DI (BOW & ARROW) or DIE (BOW + ARROW). DI also looks like the number 10 backwards or binary code and DIE = 013 or eye B (13 can be read as 73 or 777 lucky sevens). I BE LUCKY or DIE. You must transmute the fear or MUTE the fear.

D = A, I = TT, E = M (the bow and arrow creates a M or B)

The B is the 13th letter or M which creates the angelic WINGs (me in G) of the BEE. And GOD is the QUEEN BEE or ME/IVE/HIVE.

Now will you DIE or will you FLY?

M = mouth/talk, A = apple/AH/ate. You need to use your Mind to shoot the Apple off a persons head. Is the red color of the apple scary as blood?

I've mentioned before that the M = brain, the A = heart. So which organ is the T?

It is the e|yes/elves (t-hem-s_elves) of the mother (MATT). And e = yes (test). The Y can be a T or it can be a V or it can be asking you y? are you going down lower into the realms of heLL/77/TT.

M = map, A = compass, T = cross

M/W (man/woman) = water, A = blood, T = light

M + A = MA or MOT/HER, T = the illusion coming from MA or MATTs eyes.

Is the letter "D" a half closed eye or a half opened eye?

If you flip it around the letter "D" it becomes the sun on the horizon (hor/her = zion or Z (N/in) (77) = eye on).

The letter "D" is just half of an "O" (sun, son, eye, apple, egg).

The word "DIE" can be both a bow and arrow and become "MAT." What does it spell below? M-E-D-A (the tip of the arrow is the I/eye or TT).

The 4 feathers of the arrow become 77 or M/E. The "D" or bow shape creates three sides or a triangle which creates the "A". Finally the tip of the bow also creates a 7 or a "T".

Be on the look for that F = flag/feather/fall/float in your next typo because F/T/cross/X marks the spot or the hole/whole.

Everywhere we look we can find MAT or Gods true name. They have embedded their truth in perfect harmony with ALL/77 that exist. The fundamental laws of the universe manifest using this language. The language of MOTT/MATT or MOT/HER. She is the QUEEN BEE and we need to learn to harmonize to her voice (deus vox) or vibration so that we can learn to fly into the higher realms of reality.

The B = 13 and the M = 13th letter, and they are your wings to fly 7up. If you're going to be angeLIc don't forget your bow or harp D. Because not only is M<>ON<>KEY, but D<>ON<>KEY as well.

And don't forget the BANK, AN = ON, K = key. The Porcelain Goddess truth is everywhere you look. She likes when you keep the queen clean. So clear out the dust and cobwebs from your life, so that you can think more clearly. It is ALL(AH) connected which means filth in your environment = filth in your mind.

CHAOS in your life = chaos in your mind. And SHE is CH.

CH/SHE (A-O-S, APPLE-EYE-SNAKE)

CH/SHE <> HA (I ATE) <> SO (snake + apple)

CHLOE CH/SHE LOE/LOW LOW = MOT

Now are you going to be LOW or you going to learn to rise into MOT/MAT? To Do that you must DU, and to DU you must DU'AT or DO@ (half opened eye, opened eye, apple of my eye).

U = YOU SEE

If you want to start blooming your PINEAL (EAL/EAT/MAT) G(7)LAND then you need MAT. M = 4 lines A = 3 lines T = 2 lines

432 Hz

The healing frequencies of MAT can help you start opening your pinecone. There are many things that can help, reading is one of them, learning is another, exercise is important as well. Even crystals can be helpful to opening your mind. CRYSTAL S = M, L = T CRY MATT

Now do you want to make MATT CRY or do you want to make her FLY? To do that you must try to find her by SEEking her daily before she will help you fly like the humble bumble BEE.

[libidomechanica]

Untitled Composition # 13066

A curtal sonnet sequence

               1

And yet’ I said methinks me your heart, yet could not all, as parts, now the clear of cold and the margin of nonentity? Like moonbeams that you would know what he gets, come hither, come hither, come hindmost, holds her servants were to consort with God’s creatures to mend your love. ’Nous snake where shall have spoken, loved accents on mine ear. Over seas at rest but yonder: ’ then snatched, and how she blush’d: Euphelia frowned: I sung and blush it thro’ me?

               2

Dissemble, with sullen-seeming trust, and the evening, till she doth spring from the soldier will have to isolate th’ Anatomie of all wants: because a like enough, my friend, we trust their way again while I was not her virtue’s image, that heart, where all that was merely thereat shotte. So dire a sadness sat on every hour gave to isolate th’ Anatomie of all wants or age deprest, reclined his heart.

               3

The long-wish’d-for end, full to the skies. The mournful family! The cause herself, a nations in proportion deep, and the name of her image pure? Children, come hither, come hindmost, holds his golden beak to the man, of white; and thinner, clear raindrops in your Ford Cortina I will pass his daughters of the more spell. For her beauty appear in its deadly black. Some have done, by staying; come, my Corinna’s triumph was almost pure.

               4

Looked not for brake, as it grew, for Oh! Must without end, my wavering under the tide, so this fair surpasse, most sweet a breathe? Of a harsh terror, darkly; but the envious night: devotion gives its ease, and they take the Spring-time, fresh the narrowed name: euphelia’s praise her mourned. In the hill- side—and I am white blaze of moon on the starry head of grandmother wars, beside their native East. The lark does rustle in twain.

               5

There is a flower salesman. Or broke? Back, and die as calmly as a thousand years, I recommenced; Decide not eternal, infinite numbered nothing. But Sylvio, when you can’t forget you and your best friend; for well she knew him, if he was their thankful Hymnes: tis so: for wholesale commends to miss. The circular arguments, or art thou bring companion, mystery and mountain, dark cedar, tho’ I can find none!

               6

To your coat that was the realistic? Her back again, as if here wine is spilled on two postulates a that should be her lips, pass the colors just as young, although I know that makes his eye behold the applause of eyes that roars between us throw mildly away, with which arise from nobler course. He added, lest some other words euen in the story as his fatal work had been my holy care. Body of skin, on all.

               7

Lady Mary Ann looks at the night-birds flie, and treated like a bee, love gentle in twain. Cramped under the powers many a little while and bring whom, SPIRIT fair, thy soul the shore, and bright eye shining in the records of continence, tho will tell me what it will Oothoon pluck’d the faint maid, because I seen, as if it had hayled. Was whispers first line threshold? You Gods, delights of the soul prey’d on by woe, the news became.

               8

The wind, deepening beaches, up the appointed on the giver of gifts too harsh kisses come down to me, who mad’st the colors just as blithe and high rocks thrown us free under your though, full of a piece with the violent. Go not, alas, nor could not been! Meantime be mute: the sea-beasts, and I love, and laid him from above; give them well: but children save each street in such a deuil wants or age deprest, blush it thro’ the vale. So she went.

               9

For still, still rubs his heart. She will hear the preuie to those they turn in you, and their end, thoughts and cry: hope’s perish, if ever the mone of their call, or the waves on a joyless and ear! With only Fame for such and so forget: the tinklings of our house: the woman’s breast a fiecer Gripe doth misse; that Ice strait melted into the death, who see with busy care will come away, come hither, come hither: cast on the morn blushed rosy red.

               10

The sea; and he went halves before all delight, when she did not found the cavern with them forth? The rising sun I find the fire, or moths shall be crushed until he can. The dim and we must content, I loved their lips just as it rose: the charmed! Mix my sighs: and I, betwixt the take the placed or unplaced by the nightingaling thus a Noodle heard her close their pattern still to pitie my discontent to your hung aloft the dying flame!

               11

Sat a Lover, raving none, he rode all alone. Sir, I was gone to bring comfort her; and up we came? I fill my Delia dawns, more lovely maid’s of royal right have danced in a thousand hymns and death his care, and the winds that I dare not the little think good though false speaks a Memnon smitten with honey’d rain and debauchery, with nets found the power to be conversation when he to Heaven the lute is brought ye forth.

               12

A hall such a martyrdom. And brought as a cane that entirely must restored, reincorporated, body restore that blown about her wheel of false and bring out of books, but the wife, the Blooming Morne upon her wings presence. She said i’m going’; lit a taper, bowed her to dress the night: they know the placed or unplaced by those night in laps of pleasure he’d come—so sure I do. My paine still, to that kiss and latent in health!

               13

If you ain’t watching. The bones of heaun it beares; makes my circle just, and lose you the fruit that will we little ones moan; long prayer. The rising quietly, disrobed the bell! And so live in vain; for that can see but parts, now that my sheepe would dedicate my poor soul! Ago, and found among them any harm, alas, her ear, when springs to yellow autumn, and when first time I held your heart? She bowed as it had hayled.

               14

The worst: never, she cried, are you so too; yet Faith still of chilling, murder, I will morning sun I find in all her glory sat she her self, is nothing upon my face; the bright? There be prophet to forget: the know my head till more fast his burthen lay of all God’s infliction, and bright, but soft the dying hearts; but most of prophecy; for yet, my friend: as swelling was, and then heaven of generous, bloody trial,—alas!

               15

That one of our immortal flies, a race of giants living hound, and groans of buried dust of living in. Reminiscent of beasts nor birds unknown—trees, as it could find a fortune strait melted, and woe that creep from thee, Eliza dear, the mart wherefore man was. If I should tire of prayer; heaven, I think me some do see, through opposition crabbed and reluctant moon back to back in Bromion’s rage, that are no more!

               16

Though not as the blind below. That nobody can love that lives only at night and many-headed bench, that leave my friends like a trumpet’s call! My most illustrious Lord, I know a heart. How to make the same; myrtle thee, and over with an equal spirit affords in polish’d form of well- refined, she gave me once and virtue higher by the Heart. May only multiply her Image round it: not awed to the Yes of thee.

               17

A violet by a mossy stone half hidden from thou gavest it, else mistake is now cleaves the state of the night to turn the flaxen lilies, than before her feet whisper, and in what he gets, come hindmost, holds more than the Lark, to fetch in May. But, Delia, more dear. Heard him, but sweetest throbbed to overflow. Like callow birds in bushes tooting: at length this the one about barbers as I wait. But now that sweet Albany.

               18

Would we go with heavenly minds may suit. The clear prime; and wisely choosing, for she thought or forbidding tree, and its pure virgin joy and bright see our own; revolts, republics, revolutions, most no graver sure it with the light. She not pluck them from my morn, wet was its only instrument of pearl. And the mind, for I so truly sympathized in that aimest wide of Pallas: Hebe shamed! Bliss, who taught a fawn to hunt his dear.

               19

Fatal to me she would an entrance by her loues Authority, wild me the rosy banquet loves have been lilies I have should hindred be. And never a hall such a martyrdom, to the empty space; down, over bright? Wide of spreads his rank before, which thou to-morrow, ere this, however, the axil, the garden rails, and all this sun and mould thy death deprived of bodies and hoary, dark; till the original, twas she.

               20

The beam that brings; then they rode and earth of light increasing sound; I grant I never wish’d them all one anatomic. Myrtles offer’d up to the dews of the crowd were bow’d down toward his dear delight can never start from high, left me far away, ’twould stay, for the margin of nonentity? Of two bodies how the sky; proud, shall forlorn worlds, beyond all the day and let me tell you, girl, ruby-lipp’d and came these is lovely maid!

               21

Your lips and how soon things. Can create the pleasant tales of that be sin which is next Heaven, and not, that I might be better that lent my bow, or a drop of hem, soft and more lovely, lovelier emerald plane sits Diotima, teach us equally the pulse and cold with a shriek’d, and very face of wo painted in the dust lies dead when my love doth amaze; they to hand ambrosia, mix the news around, feed in the mind.

               22

Of your sisters’ liberties. The maid that I fed, I contemplate between us and ovens and daisy, salvia lyrata … oh goodbye to bloom in the dust lies dead when my love so much refined, that we hae seen, and trimm’d with Loues Standard beare: what, he! A child of Bromion said, that indefatigable Pen in celebration sweet, where my eyes are about the workman and his Heart—now twist it in that buds and light.

               23

And one fine morning did her close their space. Of pure and we gazed awhile and he with a single act of immolation, bliss on bliss, who taught us, as they felt their owne woe; so ample eares were spilt in such delight in silence, ev’n without in the East, to the Yes of the Hesperian tast surpasse, most sweeten so a boy I sought availed: he was all, in time, when you surrender, and she lovely maid! When out of tune.

               24

For her bones: mought ne gang on the room. ’ Th’ fire. All, all of the streams to shame. Such her destiny control; yet with its too lavishly are place where yet ’tis sweet hours of charity, that envise all, a creeping too; but to one she not only had preserve thy memory stole into the Indies, my Mary, across the new soft fallen mask of purple was not more fast his dear delight as a child! And oh, Sirs, could there!

               25

And the next was death: one sigh did her all. The silver, or of furious gold. That full hear the orange, and frog eyes and feel a certain moment of beasts, looke loue lo Stella know my heart; or having spoke them wich in fixt hearts should play. In that shine for its mystery. Shamed that hardly needs and proved so fast? Alas your great torments you do not go gentle men! Get up, get up, sweet as Flora. The burthens binde. The rose I lay.

               26

Made to attract his eyes swim across bronze to bend&curve against a pillar in the basest clouds run slow, slow, then loue in her breast. He cried, return, years so tender, and in my ear, there is not puffed up, doth not its own, is not her, not her, but a child yet in the sweet hours of charity. I missed him o’er these fools admires the first begun. As parts, now echo, assonance; his touching than her liable to Nature, laughing.

               27

And, from the eyes loue through the green, gilding pale streamlet’s limpid lapse to think it thee. Keep with thee the mind were in a narrow sea which it was as sure, as the Heaven of her nest, coming grief he bore his light, open to joy and girl will mock thee from some suspect, a crow that, and make one act at one she not only crossed, but even to have here increase, did fret, and the children, would have we not marries flower, and the light.

               28

So let us call; for their Cakes and keep his heart. Sweet the temple where new doubts honour brings; then com’st thou, O thought alone like help! Unwilling friend, you never a word, o come away, ere mortal in his economy, and some suspect of ill mask’d not for that ruled Albion hears me nothing more than dust! Should Love, like the ox to thy defect, for souls that wake to bring company instead of her Cheek would weep for a flight?

               29

One who opened them both, and she knew, before mayst without a whispers in my mother’s bed; the rose I lay. I long woo’d of time; for I so truly round. Goodbye, goodbye to bloom in Mrs. I find great Master’s train of Musk lay three times of Demon, Ghost, and the same loving kiss, life of my widow’s head as he held me upon her cheek or the fruitful tree, nor do I for all the Muses’ heads were to glow between her way.

               30

Tis like innocence and half far-shadowing from the Hesperian tast surpassing by would stab the park putting on Latin King gold like the copses, out and in the priest; shut stands them all in all in the shells before Alexandria was, straight thy shadows dire. Coral is far more in Heaven had the church on thornes; so many eyes, O eares of true life to the abhorring against a pillar, here, observing?

               31

For the mother tucked in the happy day go in and debauchery, within herself three times of some say than man was heard, one universal sound: and yet the caverns where yet his eye discern the piece; the burden still. And teach you bout the night, that Theotormon broke his side: but we possessed their wanton play in love, it profiteth me not, till the dead seaman’s knell. One touch to her securely rest: to unbosom a thorn!

               32

But I am dead, for pity let a tear in her, sought in? By slow approaches, than before. And even: from off my should be dear call once yet! She bowed her here increased. Rosy is the one about the one POU STO whence after-hands may move the same loving me some boy and tosse in the forests, castle wa’, she sees him err: nor woe, nor nourish’d by. There is a crime; where the same loving troubled stream that I would I hurt her?

               33

As music than the gree, who now comment. Fatal to me she may, but for she was the while thilke same loving troubled stream, where the door. ’ He added, lest some other words, which shake the taper down she sinned in this world’s wide eye and the wheel in the wing doth make death, for then broad daylight her up. Since from whose passe-praise a glass half water, that Ice straitened by his reflection in her eyes, do crown thy murderous five days’ white.

               34

In years later, I’m youngest sate on her dying of the secret walls what was inseparable is nothing: might fear himselfe, or else stands: not Pallas: Hebe shamed! But were immortal wrong; and the might last she did but dropping, wear my breast: so subtly is the South, a witless youth, where such but whether there be light of their motives were stirs a quiet pain for unremember you played and redder than they resist it so.

               35

Shall be when thou art all inertial frames is the horrible! The breezes reinvigorate dormant desert shore. My lyre I tune, my voice before the beauteous spring against the infinite microscope, the light did trembling hypocrite modesty, this disgrace, so piercing phrases so heau’nly hye? And white v-neck t-shirt on your setting dark moved like a snowgirl, a buttercup under a cov’ring to dissembled.

               36

When heavens high, left me his fawn, and the acting lethargy, the patient sleeps—the pillar; we saw Sir Walter said, on that be sin which did show of louers neuer more paine. The rising sun in water the snow- limb’d Eve from us and lies by my sighes stolne out, or kild before her mourned. Among their lutes did she loathes, and Heaven had heart, while thy bliss, maud made ourself, foresee the cause of eye, ear, mouth, outdrank the garden!

               37

Blush to tell the grass, and is e’en woe the door; she was she soon exhaled, and of monster, others’ to abound; ascribed above the meadow and faintly blowing round him with cold floods of old, thy granting? And sat on, so much refineth, o birds unknown, not unperceiv’d, spread, and hopest her safely might last night widely spread, and groans of buried dust of desire, that nothing? Sits Diotima, teaching him then; now thee for one?

               38

Here lies you turn to go, whilst I sing Euphelia’s praise. A future Roman race, and the phantom-woman in the very face to face the make ready at the human heart there stirs a quiet nest, coming town, far off everybody loved in the way lips have once more her mouth is a goal. Over thighs, thick within. But Theotormon sits upon those vapour streak the rest. Scarce would stab the passport is his indulgence to obey.

               39

I offer for its grace, some please, to blush, and in woe along the river, the lingering moment or broke? Oft sees they were soft as a spinning world in mock heroic gigantesque, with ever-after, all, all of the year to follow: surely unto Thee mine ears, that pretence. The dove, but doth, if th’ other to thee. But it is winters sorowe, and take the world’s gay busy throng, and take the iawes of hot and her face.

               40

Children—that men may pluck thee as the too rejoice in the bay. Look the crowned, thou dove- like her, thought patience, ’ I replied: Pluck thee, when the hills. I erred in true plain word and for the morning did flow. And curst the breathing of the stories are two souls are just as fine, the weird vision smoulders all these blessed light, cliff-tops, seas where with broom, and onely cherish doth part from the basest clouds run slow, slow, the woman’s His hands in the earth.

               41

Which yet with pain— surely she know: “margaret! Some boy and to me. ’ He added, lest some who looked not for the lobes of your Highness keep your pillow, to catch for that be sin which shall I say, of her harmony sunck, and looked no little smart did feele: but when dilated organs let in day to the word, they are,—very like men! As the first the dying of the Apostles’ cure. Till the journals, too, I diligently peruse.

               42

And more: not an Inch of Wall but echoed with such discourse we gaine, and makes the fuller day. When one of our joys to tell the whale worships thee, but failst thou found the best; and heart of Yúsuf. With the most of prophet to forget you and your memory, for the door. He took no part in a fowling net, which she employs for so large a mind. And mournful family; look on the gree, who are chief at married on; all of the go-cart.

               43

Sang, or in their airy steep require found again, only to see, through the centre sit, yet, where Laura lay, with spotted winges of prejudice resmooth to nothingness into the fuller day. The rest torn out. If you ain’t neva have tossed you like younger than fail. But the eye! Then summoned out she kept his hour, and, below, stuck out the bat, the owl, the gates of Heaven is charity, that has a son and see O help!

[springvaletales]

((Session 52 is wrapped!))

We start in combat, having just rolled initiative against four mercenaries that attacked the party as they tried to cross the bridge at Emon Crossing.

None of us can remember the initiative order so we might have to roll again. We rolled again.

Bagelby’s Phantasmal Dreamscape update: The spell can only be cast once a week or so because it requires a focus made of a gem that has absorbed dream energy.

Lex’s Player: “What could I be disguised as?”

Thiori’s Player: “A swarm of bees that is vaguely human-shaped!”

Lex and Bagelby both chose to disguise themselves to avoid getting shot rather than rush the end of the bridge with the others.

Both of them stole foliage from a nearby landscaping display to complete their disguises.

“I don’t know how to tell you this, but I am a white people.”

I’ve been talking with a fellow DM about ways to make my players both respect and fear my dangerous NPCs, and we’re gonna try out some of those ideas tonight.

All four mercenaries have an AC of 20, 80 HP to start, and weapons that are enchanted to prevent wounds from healing until a long rest.

They also have a secret undeath cult-related ability that will come in handy later, but we’ll only see it tonight if combat goes poorly for the mercenaries.

The first six attacks all missed - but Lex got to use her divine weapon for the first time!

She baseball-smashed this poor mercenary’s jaw into oblivion.

Me: *describes the Dragonborn mercenary as an 8ft tall hellmonster in crop-top plate armor*

Thiori, under his breath: “Oh no he’s hot.”

Bagelby tried to cast Phantasmal Force on the Dragonborn….but the spell doesn’t work on the undead, which - surprise! - this Dragonborn apparently is! :D

Bagelby, when the Dragonborn does not succumb to his spell: “This usually works- I MEAN! Um! This was totally my plan! I’m distracting you so Ena can attack-“

Ena, still laser-focused on the unfortunate elven archer: “HOW DARE YOU SHOOT MY WIFE-“

This poor elf is well on his way to being the first one to show off the mercenary’s secret power.

“Every undead Dragonborn is now ‘Bone Daddy’”

“Or for the knock-offs, ‘Un-Daddy’.”

“You have at least two people in your blood circle.”

Everyone is focusing on either the Dragonborn or poor Shooty McTooty.

The Dragonborn landed a hit on Asahi, wounding her with the weapon’s enchantment; she will lose one point of HP per turn until magically healed.

The Orc hit Sir Carl with his staff, but didn’t do a whole lot of damage - at worst, Sir Carl got smacked on the ass.

Thiori, to the dwarf who just missed slashing his ankles: “Hey! My vitals are up here!”

My laptop abruptly restarted in the middle of combat and scared the crap out of me but luckily I didn’t lose any of my notes.

Bagelby cast Protection from Evil on Asahi, suspecting the Dragonborn to be a corpse of some kind, and it affected all four mercenaries.

Oh wow the Dragonborn might actually die before Shooty McTooty.

The Dragonborn is now officially “Bone Daddy Jr.”, and he is now dead.

He also fell on the elf, killing him, as well.

Asahi, horrified: “Oh my god I killed Shooty McTooty by accident!”

Ena: “Aww….I wanted to make a snarky comment.”

The Orc tried to make a magical getaway with the dwarf, but Bagelby successfully Counterspelled him.

The Dwarf called her companion an idiot and smashed a glass orb on the ground, creating a massive cloud of fog.

At least we’ve set the stage that these mercenaries are only working together for the paycheck, not each other.

Ena flared her fire to burn away the fog, but the mercenaries - both living and dead - had vanished, leaving only a large stain of blood on the road.

Lex was able to focus on healing Asahi’s magical wound, and stop her from losing hit points.

“The shroomiest of shrooms.”

The party safely made it to Lightbell, Salance, a small costal town just outside of Port Covekeel.

The town is undergoing sudden renovations just about everywhere, though Ena noticed several instances of broken windows, singed siding, and etc.

Bagelby taught 19 children between the ages of 5 and 16 how to do Mage Hand in less than 12 minutes, using Thiori as a prop and Ena as a lookout.

He also taught them to curse, and had to be hustled away by the party before any of the parents could catch them.

They found rooms at the Whitescale Inn and drifted off to sleep to the distant sounds of water splashing and children shouting ‘fuck’.

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Thank you for tagging me! <3

Who, if anyone, was the first diety(s) you worked with?

I was raised Roman Catholic, so the first would be Yahweh, Mother Mary, Yeshua/Jesus, and the Holy Spirit, then follow suit many, many saints.

Once I left that religion, I refused the call of Apollo for many years (whoops) and practiced Hinduism for a while, and worshipped Ganesh very devoutly for years. I had the most beautiful altar for him that is now kept in a pretty box, very safely.

Who, if anyone, is the diety(s) you're working with now?

Lord Apollo is my main god, in so many ways that it is hard to describe. My girlfriend is devoted to Lady Aphrodite, and I have become a follower for roughly the last year. I adore Lady Hestia, and she is ever so kind to me. Lord Mars has been nothing but understanding of who I am and why I am the way I am, and a relationship is building there. Lord Hermes and I have also been building a relationship, and it has been lovely. With all that said, I'm building up to being able to honor them all!

What's your favorite aspect of your practice? (Ex. Doing tarot, casting spells, celebrating holidays, ect.)

Right now, it is realizing how much I believe in my practice. It sounds silly, but it was genuinely traumatic for little me to realize I was in a religion that the god did not want me, and watching myself slowly lose my faith. Seeing myself truly believe in the gods, hearing myself call on the gods in my times of need, watching my reflexes and language change morph in the functions of my beliefs. It is a beautiful thing, and it makes me happy each day.

What's something you want to get better at?

I've been procrastinating a lot lately, and I want to get better at that. I feel like I put barriers in my way that stops me from practicing, even if I mean these steps before practice to be a good thing. I think it's all just mental, but I need to get through it, do it, and worry less about it being perfect.

Thank you for reading! I tag - @dovesanddevotion @will-one-with-the-bees @differentsoulsweets <3 don't feel pressured if you don't want to!

I’m starting a tag game!

People are always saying they need more witchy/pagan mutuals so I thought this would be a fun way to find them while getting to talk about your practice!

Who, if anyone, was the first deity(s) you worked with?

Hermes was the first deity that I made the conscious decision to worship though I had always been drawn to paganism. I made a tiny altar, devotional drawings, playlists, and a journal to him. I quickly added Athena and Apollo after that, but it became too overwhelming, and I got burnt out. I stopped practicing for about four years until I started again this year.

Who, if anyone, is the deity(s) you’re working with now?

Artemis was the one who reached out to me this time. She had been sending me a bunch of incredibly obvious signs that took me abt six months to finally notice (my bad lol) but I'm very happy with her now. Athena has also been more present, whereas she was more in the background the first time I tried Hellenism, and now she sits with me at work. Hermes dips in and out and Apollo's the one who's been more in the background. I would like to strengthen my relationship with them because I miss them.

What’s your favorite aspect of your practice? (Ex: doing tarot, celebrating holidays, casting spells, etc)

I like getting things for my altar. It makes me so happy knowing that my gods will like whatever I'm getting; I love getting presents for ppl I care abt. I haven't collected everything into one central altar yet but I'm very excited for when I do.

What’s something you want to get better at?

I want to get better at tarot. I've been doing it for a few years now but I'm still 100% reliant on the guidebook the cards came with and am not very good at making my own interpretations. I'm hoping I'll get better at it with time but it has been quite a while...

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[slowpoke-fics]

Lust

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Request Summary: something goes wrong and while the boys are on a hunt, a witch casts a spell on her so when they come back, sam is confused on how she’s acting and then realizes that there’s a lust curse on her. he has to get her through that while every touch is magnified.

Warnings: witch, hex? curse? voodoo?, smut, fingering, sam a little ooc, I know I missed some so as always read at your own risk.

A/N: I reread this a few times and I think I really like it, I hope you do too shawty cause I did change it up a bit. @sizekinkshawty I am so sorry for the long wait, I really thank you for being patient.

Your skin was on fire as Sam touched your shoulder, a gasp left your mouth at his touch, not missed by Sam who thinks about making you gasp like that under him. You also had the thought of being bent over the kitchen counter, gasping as he pushed into you, filling you with his-"Y/N? You with us?" You shook your head, nervously laughing, "Oh yeah, sorry, just in my thoughts. How was the hunt?" Dean and Sam slung their bags down, watching as you circled the counter to make your way to the refrigerator. "Pretty simple witch hunt, told you it'd be okay if you stayed here." You smiled at Sam, loving that he wouldn't take no for an answer when he knew you needed to rest after the vamp hunt last week.

"Good, I've got the chicken salad already made, Dean I'm starting burgers now, probably have time for a shower." Dean smiled at you, quickly running to you and grabbing both sides of your face, forcing your head to move as he needed to kiss your cheeks. You giggled a little bit, loving on your best friend by ruffling his hair before he turned to bee line to the shower. Sam had already pulled the salad from the fridge, taking his spot in front of you after pulling out two bowls, filling yours and his up. You admired the way he would always sit with you when you were doing something and he wasn't busy.

You took a good look at him. He was smiling as he scooped out the mixture of vegetables, eyes intently staring at the tongs, making sure not to drop any as he shakes the tongs to drop any loose pieces. Your attention is drawn to his hands as he shakes, his fingers loosely grasping the utensil, veins bulging on the back of his hands, tracing his arms, all the way up to his ruffled sleeve. The red and black flannel fabric strained around his large muscles, up until his shoulder, where the collar of his shirt settled out neatly. Your eyes traced down, his flannel unbuttoned twice, showing you a touch more skin than usual.

You wanted to touch him, unbutton his shirt to show are of his shiny skin, wanted to be lifted up- "Y/n, are you okay? You're spacing a bit." You smiled at him, your eyes back on his, realizing you had no idea what he'd said moments ago. "Oh, yeah, my minds just somewhere else." Sam rested his chin in the palm of his hand, smiling-or smirking-you aren't sure. "Where's it at then?" You blushed, turning back to the burgers, mumbling under your breath, "Somewhere intertwined with yours, I reckon," Sam wasn't sure he heard you correctly, and he didn't want to overstep, so he repeated what'd he'd originally said, "So, this witch had been heartbroken-" you listened to him as you flipped the burgers, still thinking about how big he would be inside of you, rubbing your legs together for some friction.

Sam studied you, watching as you bounced back and forth, not sure what was really going on and not liking being in the dark. "Y/n," his voice a lower monotone, sliding down to your core as if it was his tongue, you groaned at him, a blush rising to your face, "I'm listening, I swear." You heard Sam set something down, "Look at me." You don't know why, but you turned back around, something about that tone of voice calling to you just took control. "What is going on?" he spoke softly, and before you could open your mouth he added, "And do not lie to me." You sighed, "It's personal Sam," you gave a half smile, "it'll be okay." Sams facial features were leaking concern, and you hated that, but you just don't know if Sam feels the same way for you so they're no point in asking for some help when you're feeling this way.

"You tell me everything, I even know more than Dean, and that's saying something, you guys are attached at the hip." You laughed at him, "It's embarrass-" he interrupted you, "Don't care." You sighed, "I'm just really feeling it today ya know?" Sam looked at you puzzled, trying to put the pieces together. You laughed nervously, "I'm horny Sam." His eyes went wide and he stifled a laugh. "Oh!' another stifled giggle, "Uh- wanna talk about it?" A deep blush rose to your face, "I don't think so," you boldly winked at him turning your eyes back to the burgers and thoughts back to how good Sam would feel.

Sam was watching you, before hearing someone calling to him. "Sam?" He looked to you, who seemed unbothered by the noise. "Sam," a touch on his shoulder and he jumped out of his seat, you turned around quickly, Sam looking directly in front of him. "Sam? What's wrong?" You looked around, not seeing any red flags. Sam looked at you, "Yeah, it's all good, I just remembered there might be food in my room from before the hunt." An obvious lie, you thought, but you didn't push it.

Sam arrived in his room, staring at the witch he had met just days ago. "Listen, I told you to never be noticed again. This isn't exactly unnoticeable." The woman laughed, the pit in Sam's stomach grew. "Relax, I mean you no harm. I told you I wasn't affiliated with that woman, we just happened to practice in the same town." Sam was still on guard, "Get to the point." The witch beamed, "I cast a spell on you," Sams eyes widened, the witch spoke instantly, "I told you, relax! I cast a harmless 24 hour spell, it activates whenever you make psychical contact with your soulmate. Once activated, 24 hours later, all will be well and normal, and you'll know for sure. Your soulmate will only be affected by you, any other contact will be perfectly normal."

Sam was struck by an whirlwind of emotions, completely taken aback, not sure what to say. "How? How is that even possible?" The witched smiled, "Oh Winchester, I was not the only passive witch you didn't wrap up, I had lots of help." Sam looked at her for more answers, "Oh come on, please don't make me ruin the fun!!" Sam glared at her, "How do I know this is even true?" She sighed, starting to get annoyed, "It's kind of like voodoo, but calling to your souls," she touched Sam's cheek, "I could sense your pain hiding away from not having her, I just wanted you to know it's true. Blessed be to you Sam Winchester, you know where to find me if it doesn't end well." Like that she was gone. Sam thought for a minute on how to proceed, what was the answer here?

He walked back into the kitchen, stopping dead in his tracks when his eyes landed on you. The hamburgers were sitting on the table, you were leaned back on the counter, eyes closed, head tilted back exposing your neck, Sam wondering the sounds it would elicit to kiss you there. His eyes trailed down, tracing your arm to your hand which was furiously moving against your clit, your hips rocking forward into your hand, "Sam," you whimpered. The whole world changed for him at that moment, his eyes filled with lust, heavy footsteps as he continued to watch your shaking form walking to you. His left hand came to the right side of your face, thumb tracing your cheek softly, your eyes fluttered open, "Sam."

He smiled, lips coming just an inch from yours, his other hand now tangled in your hair, "I'm here baby, I'm here." Your lips crashed into his, his grip in your hair tightened when you nibbled his bottom lip, you moaned at the pain, loving him being all over you. You started to pull your hand out of your shorts, but Sam jerked his hand from your face, holding your wrist in place, his right hand roughly jerking your head back. "I didn't say to stop, do you understand?" You gasped, "I'm sorry, sir." You kept rubbing your clit as Sam moved to your neck, peppering kisses and bites all over you, careful to not leave marks. "That's a good girl."

"Tell me what your thinking about," his hand sliding in the waistband of your shorts, grasping your ass and gently massaging it. "Thinking about your cock pounding me," your breath was heavy, you were so close, "thinking about how I'd do anything you want if you'd fuck me. Wanna be so full of you." Sam smiled, biting your lip, "I'm gonna touch you now, is that okay?"

"Please, Sam," with that he spun you around, your back against his chest, his hand sliding past yours as you continued to rub your clit. His fingers slid into you, stretching you as you moaned, "Oh god, Sam, harder." Sam's other hand came up around your throat, squeezing so you could barely breathe, "Oh, my pathetic little whore, haven't even had my cock yet and you're begging." You gasped for air, your core heating up as Sam moved his fingers deep inside of your, hard and fast, hitting the perfect spot of and over, "yours." Sam loosened his grip on your throat, allow you to speak, "your whore, just yours," Sam's grip tightened slightly, giving you more air than before, your free hand sliding up your torso to gently pull at your nipple, "please, I want to come Sir."

"You wanna come for me?" You moaned, hips jerking out of need, feeling his hard member through your shorts, pressing into your ass. "Better hurry little girl, don't want Dean to see what a wanton little slut you are." He forced your head to look at him, he pressed his lips back into yours as he slipped another finger in you, causing you to cry out, "come on baby," giving you a soft kiss, "I know you wanna be good, show me how good you are." With that, you come, legs shaking, unable to catch your breath as Sam gently lets go of your neck, his hand sliding down to your stomach holding you in place while he gently continued to finger you, letting you ride it out. After a minute of him peppering kisses on your neck, he slowly pulled his fingers out of you, causing you to cry out. "Good girl," he locked eyes with you and he sucked your juices off his hands, "taste so good." You blushed, clearing your throat and starting to move quickly as you heard Dean coming down the hallway.

You quickly washed your hands before Sam, gutting plates out as Dean walked in and Sam washed his hands. You smiled brightly at him. "Glad you finally got off your ass and helped Y/n with dinner Sam," Dean picked as he sat down waiting for a plate. You laughed, "Stop nit picking, it was nice of him," you turned and winked at him, out of Dean's view. You and Sam sat down, not being able to take your eyes off of each other, and only half participating in Deans' conversation as you ate.

After you finished eating, you started to pick your plate up but Dean stopped you, "I got clean up, you made us dinner." You smiled, appreciating him you praised, "Thank you, I think it's time for me to head to bed anyway." You kissed Deans' cheek as he gladly stuck his cheek out to you, knowing your habits, then you turned to Sam doing the same but whispering just under Deans' earshot, "Find me when you want, I reckon we have things to discuss."

You trotted to your room, anxiety filling your body, but once in the safety of your room, you realized that Sam agreed that you're his. You started to get more confident, knowing how you'd felt about him for awhile now, you wondered if you were both too pussy and know you would be together and dare you say-in love?

Yes, you thought, I think so.

[miraakulous-cloud-district]

TES summer fest, day 7

Hi, hello. I had waay too much fun with @tes-summer-fest the other day and each and every like I got boosted my self esteem to write and post again, so here we are!

Prompt: Ceremony (fake wedding time!!) also this happens before Ravonna meets Miraak

Warnings: some inappropriate language

Word count: 2071

Characters: Ravonna, Lucien Flavius, Inigo, Rumarin, Maramal and the Temple of Mara priests and priestesses, Brynjolf and Maul (mentioned), Marurio & pretty much the whole Bee and Barb

People reading my stuff and leaving likes give me so much serotonin, I appreciate it very much. If you like what you see, maybe give me a follow. I’m definitely going to post more of Ravonna and her merry little fellowship. I’m also seriously considering writing this fic over the summer.

Sneak peek: “Earlier today, Maramal, the priest had one amulet on him. He came here preaching about Mara’s forgiveness and how we’re all sinning in this city. He went back to the temple with it. I don’t think he’ll give it to you willingly, though. He assumes we’re all thieves. Pfft, look at him, drinking spring water in a tavern with some of the best mead in all of Skyrim!”

“And this temple, where is it?” Ravonna smirked mischievously.

“You go to the market, and then cross the bridge to the left. You’ll see the statues of Mara, believe me.”

She grinned and he gave her a confused look. “Wanna do something weird?”

***

“Shit!” she said, between a whisper and a scream. The tunnel was dark and wet and full of skeevers. Not an ideal place to be sneaky.

“Everything all right?”

“No, Inigo, everything is not alright!” Lucien snaped. “We’re in Thieves guild territory, for Gods’ sakes!”

“Stop shouting! You’re going to attract all the filthy thieves and skeevers.” Ravonna said from somewhere ahead. “The last thing I want to do is deal with Brynjolf and his ‘Never done an honest day's work in your life for all that coin you're carrying, lass?��� again” she said, in a mocking tone and copying his accent, which made Rumarin chuckle and Lucien sigh. “Or worse! Fucking Maul.”

“Fucking Maul” echoed Inigo, agreeing.

“Do you think all the Thieves Guild members are that mean and frustrated?” Lucien wondered.

“Well, for the record, they have to live like this!” Rumarin gesticulated around him. “If I lived in a cistern full of thrown booze and skeevers, I’d be pretty cranky myself.”

“I’m sorry, guys, this is all my fault. I just – I can’t lose this amulet…”

“Hei, Ravonna” Inigo said, touching what he thought was her shoulder.

“Not Ravonna, mate” Lucien giggled and casted candlelight on him again.

“Damn! Ravonna!” he said, this time turning to her “It was not your fault. Don’t worry, we’re going to find that amulet. It fell right in this area. And us? We’re here because we chose to, because we want to help you.”

Her face softened and she lost all the tension in her body. “Thank you.” She said, softly.

“Besides, I see this as a perfect opportunity to see the wonders of Riften! Real undergound attraction, this one.” Rumarin said and there was a pause “Pun absolutely intended. No brochure or journal entry said there would be relaxing cistern bathing with the skeevers!”

At that, Ravonna finally laughed along with the rest of her companions. Oh, Rumarin lightened the mood like no other. Still, she couldn’t lose that amulet. It was but a simple amulet of Julianos, but it was too special for her. It was from her father. He bought it for her right after she cast her first spell, at the tender age of six. She remembers it like it happened yesterday. She was in their yard with Teldryn, of course; the dunmer was very proud when he found out that she looked up to him and wanted to learn magic, and so he quickly took her under his wing. Yes, she was incredibly young, and her old man was stressed beyond his mind, but she had potential, she had that sparkle in her eyes. Besides, Teldryn promised his brother that he would be extremely careful, so his adoptive daughter would be safe. And that day, she cast her first fire spell. She jumped and laughed in excitement as she ran to the tavern to show her dad what she’d done. As scared and fascinated as he was, along with the rest of the clients nearby, he was extremely proud, and reached for his pocket and pulled out this amulet.

“I bought it when you said you wanted to do magic, and promised myself that I would give it to you only after you’ve cast your first spell. Take it, it will improve your magic from what I know.” He told her, very proud. If only he were alive to see her wield magic now!

“This is pointless!” she said, snapping back to reality. “Maybe someone’s already stolen it.”

“I think I saw someone walk up the stairs on the other side when we got here.” Rumarin said.

“Well, why didn’t you say anything? Which direction did he go?” Ravonna asked, hope creeping up on her.

“I think towards the inn. It wouldn’t hurt to check it out. We’ve looked everywhere down here.”

“Well, what are we waiting for?”

As they entered The Bee and Barb, all eyes fell upon them. They didn’t exactly look like they had the best day. Soaked in cistern water, with clothes that have become ragged from the road and not a particularly pleasant smell following them. For now, though, they were just happy they were inside, safe from the coldness of the night. Ravonna saw the imperial wearing mage robes and eating plain bread. He caught her eye.

“Ah, another mage. Surely, he would want an amulet such as mine. I’ll talk to him. You guys see what you can find out about a lost amulet of Julianos with the rest of the people in here.”

“Sure thing” Lucien said, and went straight to the innkeeper.

She sat right next to the imperial mage, instantly realizing that the bench was too small for her to be comfortable. But alas, here she was. He gave her a look of worry combined with slight disgust.

“Rough night?” he asked her, taking another bite from his bread.

“Oh, you have no idea.”

“Perhaps you’d do better with a master of destruction by your side!”

“What, mate?”

“For a modest fee, I'll bring my formidable arcane powers to bear against your foes. What do you say? No offense, but it looks like you could use the help.”

“Um, thanks, but, you see there’s – there’s not a lot of room in the fellowship as of now.” She said, awkwardly.

“No problem, if you change your mind, seek me out here.”

“I actually came here to ask you if you saw any lost amulet of Julianos…”

“I had you figured for a mage!” he said enthusiastically. “But no, I haven’t seen any amulets of Julianos out here. Magic isn’t really appreciated in these parts of Tamriel…” sadness started showing on his face, giving Ravonna the hint that he may be feeling a bit left out, sitting all day in this corner, isolated and eating bread.

“Wait, I think I did see something.”

“What?” Ravonna’s eyes sparkled with hope

“Earlier today, Maramal, the priest had one amulet on him. He came here preaching about Mara’s forgiveness and how we’re all sinning in this city. He went back to the temple with it. I don’t think he’ll give it to you willingly, though. He assumes we’re all thieves. Pfft, look at him, drinking spring water in a tavern with some of the best mead in all of Skyrim!”

“And this temple, where is it?” Ravonna smirked mischievously.

“You go to the market, and then cross the bridge to the left. You’ll see the statues of Mara, believe me.”

She grinned and he gave her a confused look. “Wanna do something weird?”

After a bit of planning in the bathrooms, the fellowship sat at a table in the center of the inn, right in the spotlight. Minutes of trying to act normal have passed and Rumarin finally got up, and took Ravonna’s hands in his. After clearing his throat loudly, he began:

“My love, my darling, the fairest of them all!” He said, loudly, creating a scene as every eye in the whole tavern turned to them. He smiled at the success of his plan and continued: “You are as fine as the night with no clouds. Your hair as dark as the darkness itself and your skin as fair as the pavements of Whiterun! I was but a young, lost lad, milking cows and picking flowers for a living before I met you. AH! But no cow is as beautiful as you, my love, and no flower matches your cistern smell right this moment. But I would not have it any other way! For I love you with all my body and all my being! And what a fine night it is indeed” he said, getting on one knee. Ravonna, playing her part is now shedding tears, while her companions cheer loudly. “My sweetroll, would you do me the honor, of walking that fine bottom of yours down the aisle at the Temple of Mara tonight? For we shall be wed, as only true lovers do!”

“Yes! Oh a thousand times yes, my sweet honey-bear! Our love is truly like no other and we shall be wed! Tonight! I can wait it no longer! If only there were a priest here tonight…” she said, extremely theatric.

“You wish to be wed? It’s wonderful to see love blossoming in these dark times!” Maramal finally intervenes.

“Yes! We wish to be wed! Tonight! We wish to be wed right now!” Ravonna said, jumping with excitement.

“That’s good to see, but the temple is closed-”

“Actually, a temple such as Mara’s, the goddess of love and compassion, is to be open at all times, welcoming her children.” Lucien said, smug. He was right and he knew it.

“Well done, my son!” Rumarin said, clasping Lucien’s shoulder, earning a wide-eyes, shocked look from him. This was not part of the plan, but he loved improvising and making his friends as uncomfortable as possible.

“Very well, come with me” said the priest, defeated.

***

“We gather here today, under Mara's loving gaze, to bear witness to the union of two souls in eternal companionship. May they journey forth together in this life and the next, in prosperity and poverty, and in joy and hardship. Do you agree to be bound together, in love, now and forever?”

“I do, now and forever” Ravonna said in a very dramatic manner. Inigo and Lucien were sobbing on a bench next to them, blowing their noses and cheering occasionally. They were having fun with this.

“Do you agree to be bound together, in love, now and forever?” the priest now turned to Rumarin, and just as he opened his mouth to pledge his love to Ravonna, the temple doors flung open, and barging in came Marcurio, panting.

“Stop the wedding! Stop the wedding, for Mara’s sake!” he said, as he came running to the altar.

“You cannot marry her! I won’t let you go! Not this time and not ever again! Rumarin,” he said, taking both of his hands in his “I was a fool! I didn’t realize just how much you mean to me. I- I’ve never felt like this before, and so I ran. Because I was afraid. Afraid of the unknown, oh but now I know, my big, beautiful bastard of an elf! I know it and I feel like flying, and screaming, and telling everyone!”

“Tell them what?” Rumarin asked, his voice shaking.

“Tell them what I should have told you long ago. Tell them that I love you.” He said, and the whole temple gasped. “I love you. I love you so much, more than I can put into words.”

“What? Are you seriously considering giving up on everything we have for – for this guy? You never even told me about him!”

“You never told her about us?! I mean, in hindsight, I guess that it would have ruined your little relationship. Clearly, she can never be me.”

“Oh you pompous mage! I have had it with you. You come here on my wedding night, uninvited, on a quest to destroy my relationship! I’ll make you pay!” Ravonna said, through gritted teeth, and immediately launched herself at Marcurio. They started throwing fake punches and throwing each other to the floor. It was a wrestling match. All of the priests and priestesses were either looking in terror, or trying to stop the fight. Nobody even noticed Inigo slipping away to the chambers and retrieving the amulet.

***

Later that night, they were on the road, because they have all agreed that they caused too much of a stir to stay in Riften anyway. They were heading to Windhelm after hearing rumors of that Aretino boy. After what they’ve done, Marcurio has more than earned his spot in the fellowship, and happily walked beside Lucien and Inigo, talking to Lucien about Cyrodiil and Dwarven ruins.

“Now that’s a fuckery! We did a great job tonight. Thank you again.” Ravonna told Rumarin.

“Don’t mention it. It was fun.” he smirked.

“Yeah, it was. And I never knew you were such an actor!”

“Oh please, I was raised by troubadours. Drama surrounded my life.”

“This meant a lot to me, I’m almost willing to ignore the fact that you subtly called me a cow.”

“Oh, it was for comedic purposes only, I swear! Besides, I can’t go full romance mode on you now, can I? My charms would be too much to handle.” And with that he earned a playful punch to the chest.