#he’s a little lost but he’s got the spirit 😌

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catharsis

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“we are more

than our disguises,

we are more

than just the pain.”

Alastor x Lucifer ; RadioApple ; MDNI 18+

tags/warnings: angst (w/a happy ending), established relationship, hurt/comfort, crying, mentions/allusions of abuse, mentions of death from illness, sexual content (biting, blood/blood play, kissing, palming)

word count: 2.5k

author’s note: guess who’s writing angst again?? this kinda hit me out of nowhere, but is fully inspired by @sunlit-mess / SOL 1 x 1 (on twitter) recent works (linked HERE and HERE) with alastor seeking luci’s comfort. seeing these back-to-back just set something off in my mind and i couldn’t rest until it was out. a special thanks and shoutout to our darling @fraugwinska for helping me get a title on this baby — without her y’all would have been reading ‘untitled’ 😂💖 quote is from twin flame by weyes blood. without further ado, buckle up and dive in; i hope you enjoy 😌 (also posted on my ao3 if that’s your preference)

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It was surprising, even to himself.

Alastor couldn’t recall the last time he had cried, much less in front of a witness. Composure and a display of strength were hard-won attributes he had built upon himself. Each unpleasant memory in his mind was a brick in his fortification; the tears he denied himself to shed the mortar between them.

He hadn’t always followed his own code of conduct and taken the ugliness of life on the chin. Before he had found his own strength, he could admit to being swayed by the will of others. Alastor found words to be harsher than the switch and was more than familiar with the sting of both. Though the switch was a boy’s punishment… A closed fist was more suitable for raising a man.

Or so his father had thought.

Mama’s boy… Just my luck. I got me a mama’s boy... C’mere you little pansy!

The repulsion in his father’s words hadn’t lost any of its potency, even after all this time. Alastor recalled them with more clarity than the face of the man they came from, which only served to plunge him further in his despair. Hadn’t he proven his resilience? Not only in body, but in mind and spirit? Perhaps not as much as he thought, with the way he was sobbing. If his father could see him now — bereft of stoicism and drenched in tears, drool, and mucus — he’d have been absolutely disgusted. Alastor loathed how much that bothered him. The fear of inadequacy lurching in his gut like a bad tonic.

Hot, angry tears flowed down the streaks that shame had carved on his face. Not that Lucifer would be able tell the difference with the way Alastor had burrowed into his chest. It was merely a fresh bout for the candy-striped vest to soak up. The saline fabric was beginning to chafe Alastor’s face, but he didn’t feel ready to surface; arms tightening around his lover’s waist as his hands gripped Lucifer with a desperation he assumed was buried long ago with his innocence.

Stop hidin’ behind your mama and come take your whoopin’ like a man!

Alastor choked on another sob and gasped for breath, heaving in Lucifer’s arms as the angel held him firmly. Gloved hands petting red hair and anguished, downcast ears. Hushed words of comfort spoken into the crown of Alastor’s head to soothe in tandem as they both shook from the force of the demon’s sorrow.

“I’ve got you. Shh, honey, I’ve got you.”

So much love conveyed in so few words. Alastor still grappled with accepting it. Evidenced by more tears fighting their way through his clenched eyes and a muffled, heart-wrenching cry into Lucifer’s chest. The pain of it went straight through the King’s heart as he pressed a firm kiss to Alastor’s head, feeling the distress on his face as he did so. How he wished to unburden the demon of his suffering. More than anyone, Lucifer could understand what it was like to be wracked with such melancholy.

If only Alastor could remember what had set him off, if he had, in fact, been triggered at all. He had just woken up this morning feeling low. Why was he dwelling so much on things that were better left to the past? Unbeknownst to either of them, they were sharing the same thought. And both knew that dwelling on things that couldn’t be changed did nothing other than inflict harm. Must they be plagued by the ignorance and rejection of their fathers for eternity? The cost of the scorn they’d endured seemed to grow ever higher some days.

That was one of the first things they had bonded over, sharing self-deprecating laughter to hide from their aching wounds. When love is built on a foundation of hurt, it’s only a matter of time before the walls crumble. Most times they were Lucifer’s, and sad as it was, it felt much easier to navigate. The angel was much more comfortable wearing his feelings, after all, and he’d had millennia of experience weathering his storms. Alastor was no stranger to being the shoulder to cry on. If anything, it came to him too naturally; a trait he couldn’t be sure was born in him or a side-effect of the wall he had built.

When Alastor buckled under the weight of his grief, it was devastating. He repressed himself for such long bouts of time that the force of his woe had the impact of an avalanche. Sadness, anger, shame, and regret cascading through his lithe frame until he was utterly hollowed out. Lucifer’s task of mending him was only beginning, he knew. It would be days before Alastor returned to himself, but he was more than willing to put in the work. Stitching his love back together with his needle of assurance and thread of devotion.

It was impossible to tell how long they spent this way. Alastor kneeling on the floor between Lucifer’s legs, knees sore and body aching, face still smothered in the drenched clothes donning the angel’s chest. Lucifer on the sofa in their bedroom, comforting the demon with every ounce of strength he could muster.

Until finally the tears stopped, replaced with uneven, sometimes stuttering breaths and hiccups. And soon enough those were gone too. Lucifer’s right hand rubbing Alastor’s back as his left cradled Alastor’s head. Before long, the demon was stirring. Sniffling a bit as he nuzzled his face into the mess of fluids he had left on the King’s vest and shirt. Lucifer didn’t mind, knowing that he could have it all gone with a snap of his fingers, but it wouldn’t do any good for Alastor to try wiping his face on his clothes in the state they were in.

“Let me clean your face, love. You’ll get a rash if you stay there,” Lucifer chided softly, manifesting a warm, damp handkerchief as he bent down to kiss Alastor's forehead for good measure.

It wasn’t a very convincing threat, both of them knowing that if Alastor did suffer a rash Lucifer would heal it in an instant. But Alastor conceded, and gingerly peeled himself away from the safety of the angel’s chest. His poor face was raw from tears, eyelids chapped red with irritation; dried salt crusted his cheeks like the vestiges of sea foam on the shore.

Alastor knew he looked awful. He could see himself reflected in Lucifer’s eyes proving as much. Every bit of moisture his body had was soaked into Lucifer’s chest, and he could feel the headache promised by dehydration blooming in his forehead. He was wrung out and exhausted but nearly began crying again, too moved by the tender act as Lucifer gently wiped his face. His Sire hushed him, voice calm and gaze full of adoration. Not even bothering to clean himself up before ensuring that Alastor was taken care of first.

The swell of affection Alastor felt in that moment was overwhelming, and he swallowed thickly as he closed his eyes, succumbing to the comfort of his lover’s hands tending to him. His father’s cruel words fading into darkness with every soft swipe of the warm cloth.

You’ll find someone special someday, mon amour.

Alastor was grateful for his mother’s memory, and wondered — not for the first time — what she would think of Lucifer. She had been a God-fearing woman, after all. A fear that she did not pass down to her son, choice of partner aside. He had turned his back on God long before his eyes had set their sight on the fallen angel. If she could see him from Heaven, he hoped that she would be happy. The Devil wasn’t all he was made out to be, if the way he cherished Alastor wasn’t proof enough.

His mother never pestered him about settling down, but worried for him deeply when they realized that she was sick and wouldn’t be getting better. Alastor was self-sufficient by then, with a year of working at the local radio station under his belt. Not that he didn’t take her concern to heart. If anything, when it came to her, he took things all too seriously. He wasn’t weighed down by the need for partnership or marriage, especially not when his career still had traction to gain. Alastor would try to tell her as much, assure her that she had nothing to worry about, and they would drop the subject and speak of other things. But he never left the sanatorium without receiving her prayers; his large, warm hands looking almost comical in her frail, cold grasp. Her hold on him was as fervent as the words and wishes she spoke to someone Alastor knew wasn’t listening. Though that didn’t make the act any less sincere or appreciated.

It was a brand of care Alastor thought he would never know again after his mother finally succumbed to her illness. The near-decade that passed after this had only cemented that fact. He didn’t seek companionship nor did he deny it when the mood struck. But beyond his small circle of friends, Alastor was content with his solitary life. Besides, a partner or spouse would have only made his nighttime affairs much harder to juggle — if not damn near impossible — and having the reputation of an elusive bachelor only helped with his fan base when it came to his radio segment.

It wasn’t until Lucifer had broken through his defenses that Alastor understood how he had barricaded himself from the world. And that he wanted support and comfort and understanding more than he cared to admit.

There are things you need that you can’t take care of on your own.

Basked in the warmth of Lucifer’s affection and his mother’s memory, Alastor hummed and opened his eyes, a tired smile curling his lips. Lucifer smiled back at him, expression benevolent and soft as his hands found their way back into Alastor’s hair to resume their petting. And grateful as he was, Alastor couldn’t ignore that Lucifer had yet to address the mess setting into his clothes. He fought against the pain as he uncurled his fingers, stiff from the grip on Lucifer’s waist, and silently began unbuttoning the candy-striped vest he had come to adore as the angel’s signature.

“Hey, you don’t have to —”

Alastor stopped him with a kiss, his fingers continuing their work as Lucifer sighed against his lips. The tension in both their bodies deflating as they shared hungry pecks and inhaled each other’s breath. All the while, Alastor’s hands remained busy with the undoing of buttons. First on the vest, then on the white shirt beneath it. Each open button providing relief like the snapping of a taut string.

Perhaps it was the musician in Alastor subconsciously rising to the task, but Lucifer would never cease to be caught flat-footed by the demon’s impeccable timing. How Alastor’s fingers managed to perfectly sync with his kisses was a feat Lucifer could only describe as divine. As if the acts were always meant to be one, never separate. It made the golden blood in his body turn molten; roiling through his veins as he sighed and chased every touch with relish. He was not often given these affections without needing to ask, whether with a look or an outright plea. Games that Lucifer was content to play, knowing that anticipation and a good tease left them both more than satiated.

With the collar of Lucifer’s shirt loosened, Alastor straightened his back and bent his neck to suckle and kiss down the angel’s pristine throat. The demon took his time with this, hoping to convey his gratitude and desire with every press of his lips against the milky skin beneath them. When Alastor made it to the junction between neck and shoulder, he was unable to resist the urge to sink his teeth in; the flesh yielding to his fangs like a ripened peach, and the nectar that soon coated his tongue was a gift in itself.

Lucifer hissed through the bite, hips jerking in space between them as Alastor groaned and languidly sucked and licked the blood rising from the wound. With his hands free from buttons, Alastor let them explore. How he adored the feeling of Lucifer’s small frame beneath them. Endlessly fascinated by the twitches and sounds he could elicit from the angel with little more than the slightest drag of his claws against sensitive skin.

Alastor released himself from Lucifer’s neck with a salacious pop and licked his lips for good measure. The whine that escaped Lucifer from the action had Alastor’s ears and groin at attention. The low creaking sound of antlers branching out mingled with their shallow breath. Alastor’s crimson eyes drank in the almost bashful look on Lucifer’s face, accented by a golden flush that made his abdomen tight with hunger.

How lucky he was, truly.

The silver lining of Lucifer’s descent was heavily in Alastor’s favor. Had Lucifer remained God’s favorite, he’d be in Heaven — a place Alastor had never planned to be. In truth, he never intended to be in Hell either, which is where luck came into play. He wasn’t destined for mortal companionship, but for something transcendent. Not a god to worship, but a sin. A king.

An angel.

“I’m unworthy of your benevolence,” Alastor lamented, desperately kissing and kneading the supple skin of Lucifer’s chest. “But I’m devoted to you, always.”

It was a sentiment he had expressed before, feeling much like Mary Magdalene washing Jesus’ feet with her tears. But it made Lucifer’s heart jump all the same; its rapid beat calling to Alastor like a siren from under skin and bone as his teeth latched to Lucifer’s breast. Their pleasured moans harmonized as Lucifer cupped the back of Alastor's head, encouraging him to continue with a whisper of his name. Alastor happily obliged. Tongue lapping at the pert nipple, hot and fervent, as his mouth and teeth provided a deliciously sharp suction, drawing out the ambrosia in Lucifer’s veins.

Lucifer struggled to remain cognisant, lost and overwhelmed as Alastor’s mouth peppered a trail of kisses from right to left. Alastor shifted slightly between Lucifer’s legs as teeth sunk into the top of his left pectoral just as Alastor’s left hand palmed his groin. The wanton cry that echoed off the walls of their bedroom only served to make Alastor desperate for more. Eagerly succumbing to his need to worship the angel, the agony he had suffered earlier behind him but not forgotten.

An offering of gratitude and declaration of fidelity in a language they shared when words failed. When adoration was beyond articulation and the only thing strong enough to quell their aching hearts was propinquity. The evening had started with Alastor falling apart in Lucifer’s lap… but it would end with Lucifer falling apart in Alastor’s hands.

And they would wake in the morning with tangled hair in wrinkled sheets. Sharing hushed jokes and lazy kisses as the early morning sun colored their room in a hazy, pink glow.

Healing each other one day at a time.

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[sodapopseagull]

Got tagged for a WIP Wednesday by the lovely @kittencombat and thankfully it's definitely still Wednesday 😌😌😌 so here's a snippet from a test chapter of my upcoming post-canon bloodweave AU longfic where Gale didn't get abducted by the nautiloid for... reasons. Idk if it'll stay as it is by the time I'm ready to post, but I really like this little segment 💜

Lost. Absolutely lost. Not a single memory surfaced about Gale, nor about some mysterious offer, though from the intensity of his ruminating, Astarion could only assume it was something rather severe. Or stupid. Gale looked like the type to propose marriage after a one night stand.

Hmm... Had they fucked?

Astarion narrowed his eyes as if he could see beneath Gale's dreadful purple robes. A thousand bodies flashed before his eyes, some of them with a similar height and skin tone, but none of them stuck out as distinctly Gale. No, he did not seem the type that would appeal to his dearly disemboweled tormentor, scruffy and awkward and altogether too cute with those crinkly brown eyes and pouty pink lips.

Cazador preferred ethereal beauty. Gale was decidedly human and all that came with such a thing.

"Oh, well I am sure there's a way around it." Goodness, what a talker. "Either way, it is good to see you. A relief, even. I take it you were able to perform that little mind-shielding trick after all? You seem in much better spirits." That smug look had been replaced by something far worse: sincere affection. Astarion could take it from his friends in small enough doses, but a dead wizard he barely knew? Ugh, it made his skin crawl. "That makes everything much easier. Much easier indeed."

Gale clapped, the sound echoing through the tower's hollow center. "Ah, but I forget my manners! It has been so long since I've had guests. Come, come." Beckoning with a translucent hand, Gale drifted 'round to the other side of the landing and willed open the heavy, ornate doors. "I apologize if the timing of it is inappropriate," he called over his shoulder, "But I am afraid the only potable refreshments I have available are wine."

"Astarion, who is this man?" Shadowheart whispered when neither of them decided to follow.

"Haven't you been listening, my dear? He's Gale of Waterdeep." Even in a whisper of his own, Astarion attempted to capture his pompous demeanor.

"Apologies again! I neglected to introduce myself."

Both of them froze, wide-eyed as Gale swept back over to them, a ghostly hand extended to Shadowheart. "Gale of Waterdeep, at your service." Then, perhaps noticing their shock, he chuckled. "Ah, a feature of the tower's architecture. Round walls carry sound quite differently than a polygonal room would. That which is whispered against the walls can be heard all the way around." His brown eyes flickered over to Astarion, that jovial grin turning a bit wry. "The impression could use a bit of work."

The cheek! Astarion scoffed, and much to his horror, he found himself fighting a grin. As soon as he knew what this wizard's deal was, he was going to kill him. Again. They were both undead after all.

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Zero-pressure tags 💜💜💜 @medra-gonbites @badmarilynart @dummptruck @ayvaines @lunarwench

[kankuroplease]

Ouch that hurt😭😭 Now what if they ARE interested?

I assume you mean how they’ll act if they’re interested and not interested but the apple of their eye isn’t (I did that one already)?

Madara

Oddly playful. Which can be a little mean, but it’s in good spirits. He wants to see what they’re made of and see how they react to different things. He’ll also go out of his way to spend time with them or make up excuses for them to have to spend time with him if they’re an uchiha. Yes, he needs you to write for him. Yes, his falcon needs fresh air and an (their) arm perch.

Waistlines will be touched, unnecessary roughness when training together, and he’s going to always act like they’re sitting too far away even when they’re right next to him (lean on him or let him use your lap as a pillow)

Izuna

For always running his mouth, he’d suddenly become quite. He’s still got a lot to say but his words and eyes are softer. He’ll actually introduce them to his cats, tell them how he feels through flower language, and ask them to join him for walks.

Very sweet stuff but will get cranky if they call him sweet and try to be more stoic

Inari

It’s very hard to tell when he likes someone because he’s nice to everyone. But if he’s interested in them romantically, he switches his friendly approach to a more selfish one.

Got duties you want to ditch with him? He knows a good spot and he’s got lunch. Want to learn how to make some medicines? Join him.

Stray hairs will be fixed and hands kissed 💋

Kota

He’s like a lost puppy following them around, waiting to be loved 💀 he’s constantly trying to fix his attitude, buy them things, and make them smile with crude jokes at first because he doesn’t know how to do this 💀 he’s not very smooth with his approach but he’s also very sincere about his intentions.

He really listens to their words when they talk and ends up smiling himself when they’re all excited about their interests. He also makes them horrible gifts he thinks look nice if he was 6 they would look nice for his age

Tenko

“There’s my wife/husband~” When he’s sure he’s SURE and doesn’t waste much time before he’s trying to lock this thing down. He’s also got a room full of fine silks he’s acquired from his jobs + is all the grandmother’s favorite Uchiha, so he’d tell them to pick some fabrics and will have them a whole new expensive wardrobe in a month. Always compliments them, tells them that their little attitude doesn’t scare him, remembers all their favorite things and fears, and wants to old their hand even if it’s not official he’s likely to bite it just cause tho, beware

There’s no need to be shy, his arms and bed are always open to his love 😌

[just-orbiting-you]

okay i will say, to some of the anons that were writing yesterday, i rewatched the eps trying to pay more attention to how they’re interacting.

in regard to watching their friendship dynamic change, i noticed jimin really only shifted slightly once he started feeling sick. which makes sense. i think he also got a little fed up with jungkook a little getting lost in the stores but these emotions are bound to happen. jungkook was obviously distracted and jimin wanted to stay on task. i’ve been in this exact situation with people in stores and i am jimin in the situation. ultimately, jimin seems in better spirits after the boat but stayed pretty consistent.

from my ask the other day, jungkook kinda seemed different to me through early 2023 and here, i think he was more prone to teasing jimin then being softer and sweeter like i think we’re used to seeing (he wouldn’t stop yapping on that boat). but regardless, jungkook plays along with jimin’s little roleplays while hiking and makes a little rock tower seemingly to wish for a better next two days. he cooks for jimin, encourages his solo efforts and asks a couple of times after jimin’s wellbeing. i guess the part of it that maybe was shocking was jungkook kind of turning jimin’s misfortune into a laughing matter when i would’ve expected him to be more doting? i could chock this up to them filming a show and jungkook aiming to be more entertaining but that comes at jimin’s expense. also they could have edited down the footage to look more funny and include more of the jokes as opposed to anything else.

also, jimin would say things like “what’s the point of a vacation if you’re gonna restrict your diet” and “hey i’m a member of bts” and jungkook would be silent like jimin didn’t say a word. which i felt was odd.

just little random things jungkook did coupled with jimin’s dampened mood and probably a little disappointment for him i think added up to me catastrophizing a little bit yesterday. that “i regretted coming here” comment i think just threw me off and reading some more positive stuff in the tag made me reevaluate a little as well.

i was also thinking “let’s see how jeju goes and try not to make hasty conclusions” but now there’s a bigger elephant in the room in jeju that i think will make it even harder to deduce what terms jikook are on. so feeling a little better about the show, less critical then i was, i still love them dearly and i am honestly excited for sapporo 😌.

[afternunh]

what of sindri?

he got spirited away what seemed like the night before but to him was 3 months of torment worrying he's failed apollo

when he popped in stark bloody naked he covered his mouth and decked the exarch, in that order. then spent a day or so trying to break through the ocular physically

lyna swiftly made arrangements for him to be sent somewhere outside to minimise damage so he got sent all the way out to fanow where he can let his aggression out on beasties in peace!

the girls wore him down and got him talking, and with a little edible assistance they've gotten him to open up to them about his lost love 😌 and he's learning to wield a scythe!

[songbirdsbees]

Rewatching Sam and Colby’s haunted videos part 2!!! Part 1 is here

(Secrets of griffith park video) It’s really funny how they think that doing another haunted hike will go well

Corey: guys you’re making a scene Jake: Colby’s not scene he’s emo

Colby might as well just crawl on the ground for how he keeps purposely ending up on the ground

[Jake and Corey get a phone call at the same time] the guys: omg how is that even possible 😧 and it turns out it’s just a call from their internet provider 😭

“Why is everyone who is doing this hike rn like 60 years old” is hilarious considering they’re all so out of breath and tired 😭

Corey: we should reenact it [the way the couple died] Colby: umm isn’t that very disrespectful? Colby unfortunately you will reenact at least one murder at some point in your career :/

The park ranger(s) just showing them pictures of dead bodies just because they were hanging around this bench at night is a little concerning ngl

(Reacting to Biltmore video) Sam: I think he (Jake) was the center of everything haunted that was happening in that video. <- that Sam quote in combination with the fact that when Jake, Tara, and Jonnie visited the Queen Mary recently stuff was happening a lot in relation to Jake is so interesting. Like I know Jake doesn’t believe but I wouldn’t be surprised if he has some sort of connection to the spirits in some way.

(Lost in ritual tunnel at enchanted forest) Sam and Colby (and poor Matt and Elton lol) are so brave for coming back to this place so much so because the way that other people act there would make me want to never go there again

I can’t believe Matt brought an axe with him 😭😭😭 and Elton has a ton of furs on again

Sam: if this gets 100,000 likes we’ll sacrifice Elton 😌 the way that a lot of fans now would actually love if that happened 💀

They really should not have decided to go to this cave after a week of rain. They are absolutely soaked.

I’m so glad they don’t do videos in random public caves anymore they’re so stressful even though I know they’ll end up okay

(Haunted mission inn hotel) I’m going to be honest I don’t remember this video at all I think I’ve only seen it once 🤷‍♀️

I always think it’s funny how the boys think it would be better for hotels to hide how haunted they are as if the haunted element doesn’t actively help them get more business lmao

“That guy is in his tuxedo and underwear”

I’m definitely not assuming that the closet light being on with a robe and a pillow on the floor means a ghost did it but it’s insane that they rented out the presidential suite which is probably the most expensive room and the staff didn’t even double check to make sure that everything was up to normal hotel room standards first??? These fancy suites are such a scam

Colby jumping off the balcony and onto the bed and then Jake tossing down the camera 😐

Not them getting a mysterious phone call in the hotel room again

They really don’t know flowers and their meanings at all they are grasping at straws to find out why that lamp flickered

It’s so funny that Colby just so happened to press his ear against the door and you could hear the fresh prince of bel-air theme song 😂

DUDE WHY IS THERE JUST A RANDOM ROOM WITH A CAGE AND FOOD BOWLS IN IT. That’s so concerning even if it is just a dog or something

Them leaving because their heavy bag fell off a slippery bench… no wonder I don’t remember this video lol

Those guys whistling as they got closer to them was so creepy… I can’t believe they just ended the video after they interacted with them with no context. I get it was for their own safety but still 😭

[waspgrave]

formally requesting info about mara 😌

THANK YOU!!! She is my best girl these days but i’ve been so shy to talk about her despite her having a wholeass ref page and pinterest board now...but now that you’ve enabled me:

here is a sheet of what she looks like <3 now to shout and make a really long post under a readmore

o She’s a half-elf drow, around 23-years-old PROBABLY. She wouldn’t bet money on her age these days.

o College of Spirits bard. She’s self-taught and prefers playing string music. She also has a really pretty voice, but is shy when it comes to singing in front of anyone. Mara learned a lot of her music through spirits of the deceased that wished to be remembered. And all of her stories on the spirit table come from the experiences of the departed she’s communicated with. 

o Has NO CONCEPT of money value. She earns most of hers through tips while playing at a tavern and at least 90% of it goes missing between sessions or during the game. 

Example – she lost 500+ of the 1200 gold that our rogue warforged gave her to buy supplies for the group. Which she did. We have healing supplies and the paladin is now OP thanks to plate armor. But who knows where the rest went...... Thankfully he also has no concept of money so no hard feelings <3

o Never had long-term friends until the last two months! It’s only ever been her, Lavender, and her grandma and usually they travelled a lot that she never got to stay anywhere long enough to befriend people. Also was told to avoid major cities and whatnot for a long time.

o Lavender is an 8-foot-tall shadowy ghost?? Figure that follows her around. It can only be seen by the dead or dying, but appears as a featureless humanoid. It rarely manifests physically but when it does it’s as a little critter (bird or mouse) and usually only when something Dangerous occurs or nearly took place. Not a familiar! Yet...

Mara has no idea what it is and never thought to ask about it, but it’s been with her for as long as she can remember and she loves it. She views it as another part of herself and feels lonely anytime they’re separated.

It hums a soothing tune when it’s curious about something. It can peer into the memories of the dead, usually so Mara can bring them comfort or help them move on. It recently did this to a guy that’s alive and to the construct in the party – so that’s weird.

CAN be separated from Mara but something very strange might occur.

o She experiences chronic nightmares and pain.

o If she’s not careful then using her ability to read into memories of the dead can slap her with Exhaustion Level 1 and injure her if she goes too far and winds up ‘experiencing’ the moment.

o “Grandma” is a hag named Ms. Spice. This is her! :) (drawn by my wife and the DM - venusmage)

o  Was raised by her grandma for as long as she can remember. She’s almost positive it’s been at least a decade but couldn’t tell you her first memory or anything past a certain point. Things get really muddy for her if she pushes it and it’s been very stressful to have this pointed out to her.

Prior fact contribution – she has necromancy runes on her body that are usually hidden (she never thought of why she defaults to wearing gloves and long sleeves but suddenly it makes sense!). This implies she died at some point. And she took the knowledge pretty well! But is probably going to have a meltdown eventually!

Does know that she had parents! She has her dad’s focus and her mother’s earring. She’s toying with the idea of looking for them, but has no idea where to start.

o  Mara speaks what’s on her mind which can be helpful! But it gets worse when she’s nervous. And unfortunately, she is extremely blunt and can be very insulting.

Has been informed recently that she can be a bit rough around the edges when it comes to how blunt she is.

She’s working on this. She recently spent 20+ gold at a pawn shop buying people gifts as she strives to become besties with the party.

o She is extremely naïve to a LOT of things. She’s also very sensitive and full of emotions and love. She’s awkward and bad at showing these things and expressing herself. She tends to hide when she’s hurt or sad, and prefers to disregard concern towards herself in favor of focusing on other people. That being said – she can be spiteful, sarcastic, and immature. She hates being embarrassed or feeling as though she’s not being heard and ganged up on. She will slap back way too hard 

example: the paladin and sorcerer in our party ganged up on her about being dumb and making bad choices when she suggested talking to the gang of drow that are enemies with the dragon poachers. And bc she didn’t feel like she was getting defended or helped by anyone she snapped informed them - in front of hot cleric dad and other party members - that they signed themselves off to servitude towards her grandma after making requests of her with no payment....queen

o she is SO PROTECTIVE of people. Caspian (aztechnology’s chronurgy wizard) and Gracious (tiniestmagneto’s warforged rogue) are two people she instantly bonded to and will now bite people over. Same with Drac, the guy who she accidentally triggered a PTSD attack in after accidentally reading his death??? when they got into an argument

o Loves stealing for funsies. She’s a little magpie and will steal even random shit that isn’t valuable. She will sometimes give these items to people. She totally doesn’t mind if they sell it, no way, it’s fine.

o Almost everything she does involves a trade and deal.

o  She gives ribbons to people she cares and worries about <3 She usually has an assortment of them wrapped around a spool in her bag and embroiders most of them as a little personal touch. She also leaves ribbons on things that feel important, especially if tragedy is associated with them. It’s a way of saying that she’ll remember them and possibly help when she can

o   Very desensitized to things that would scare other people. This is because she lived with a hag for over a decade.

Recently informed our wizard, Caspian, that her grandma eats people. The most notable one was when she ate a person (not in front of her!) that was threatening her and Mara. This is normal behavior to Mara. Mara got to feed his shoes to one of her grandma’s pet mimics – DeMyse.

Thinks things like beholderkin and yeth hounds are cute. She managed to pacify a Gazer that they found in a chimney and is honestly very upset that the Blackstaff took it away to be studied.

[gardenerian]

Your apple picking pictures are adorbs! They made me think though.... 5 cute fall things Ian makes mickey do (kids being brought along optional) and 1 cute winter thing mickey makes Ian do when he's got the winter blues.

thank you my love! it was a super fun day. these are some quick ideas, since i'm in the fall spirit this evening!

1. apple picking, of course - the place i went today also had a petting zoo 👀 i would pay real money to see mickey come face to face with a goat. they spend more time in the little cafe drinking cider and munching on donuts bc mickey gets chilly even though ian told him to bring a jacket 🙄

2. hiking, oh my god, i would kill to see it. mickey bitches and complains the whole fuckin time, while ian literally whistles as they go. but mickey still stops to take in the views, maybe he sketches a little too 😌 he also expects ian to blow him for his trouble.

3. corn maze - i think i've talked about this one before, but i think it's hilarious. ian ends up getting lost and Upset, but mickey has a great fucking time wandering around in search of his wayward husband.

4. GHOST TOUR. see above. not sure why ian thought this would go well for him. mickey enjoys heckling him, but also holds his hand!!!

5. bonfire! bonfire!!! gallagher family bonfire! s'mores!!!!

+1 okay i struggle with this bc in my brain mickey Does Not Like the cold... like i tried to picture them sledding and i just lost it. mickey landing in the snow at the bottom of the hill like 😡 hmm but maybe a snowman situation? mickey makes a very crude snowman that ian makes him clean up before the kids come over 🙄

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

so i finally got my final grades/GPAs for the semester and I'm so proud of myself 😭👏🏾

For the semester, it's a 3.79 and my cumulative GPA is a 3.64. I can finally breathe 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾

44 notes - Posted May 11, 2022

#4

I forgot to take pictures yesterday so here are some pics of my new hair that I took just now lmao enjoy 💙✨

56 notes - Posted March 1, 2022

#3

not only was I one of the first people in line for the Oscar Isaac panel, bUT I GOT TO ASK HIM A QUESTION

HE CALLED ME DARLING

HE LAUGHED AT MY LITTLE JOKE

HIS LAUGH IS JUST LOVELY AND SO IS HIS SMILE

HES PRETTIER IN PERSON YALL TRUST ME

HE LAUGHED SO MUCH AT MY ACT IT WAS GLORIOUS

I’m legit shaking crying screaming etc etc

(I asked him if he’s ever “liberated” anything from any of the sets/studios/stages he’s worked on and what those things were and where they were now, and he said that he would steal little props from all the shows he’s worked on and keep them in his basement and closet on shelves as mementos)

He also called Pedro his slut of a husband and that he would never leave him (someone asked about their relationship/bromance) and honestly that’s just a W in general.

Overall: I have officially won at life and literally nothing can/will top this moment 😌

58 notes - Posted October 9, 2022

#2

she's pinky, she's pinky w/ a brain 💕💕💕

71 notes - Posted May 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Heart Strings

Pairing: Damian Priest x female!Reader

Word Count: 7,073 (talk about a comeback lmao)

so @kalliravenne challenged me to write an incubus!D. Priest fic with hints of darkness and dream fuckery....and i think/hope i achieved that.....

this is also the first thing that i've written in the past year and a half so it's bound to be a bit more than rusty but regardless, i hope you enjoy it!!! much love <3

(also this was supposed to be short but managed to be long as shit with hella filler. so read as you will lmao XD)

For as long as you could remember, the club you worked at was always packed, booked, and busy on Halloween nights. How could it not be? A decent enough drink at a less-than-decent establishment with a pretty bad good chance of going home with someone you’ll forget in the next twenty-four hours? What could be better this time of year?

The line already started to curve around the block, with girlfriends dragging along their boyfriends, girl friends having a fun night out with their girl friends, and lonely twenty-somethings just wanting to get their rocks off. You rolled your eyes at the sight as you slipped through the “employee’s only” entrance and dropped your bag inside your locker in the backroom lounge. 

The place was damp, the neon lights were shitty, the bar was sticky with gum and drinks you couldn’t quite scrub out, and the walls were covered in graffiti and scrawled-on phone numbers and who knows what else…but you couldn’t help but smile as you filed in behind your coworkers because it was home, your home for the past few years.

“Hey!” one of your coworkers yelled from across the room, calling your name and rushing towards you in a cloud of gold and glitter. “Where’s your costume? Kevin wanted all of us to get into the holiday spirit tonight.”

You dropped your bag into your locker before reaching inside and pulling out a plastic bag. As much as you loved your boss for tolerating you all these years and keeping you hired, he always had a flare for dramatics that was incredibly extra. He had texted every one of your coworkers that you were required to dress up for tonight’s holiday festivities and then proceeded to - at least, to your knowledge - doused the insides of the club with so many cheap Halloween decorations that you’re sure he ran the local party store fresh out of their stock for the next year.

“I know, Cynthia,” you told her, pulling out a small wire halo and angel wings covered in white and silver feathers. “Can’t you tell what I’m gonna be?” You plastered on a smile and gestured down to your all-white party dress and heels.

“You never wear all white, though…” She gasped. “Are you an angel?”

“Exactly, and you are…?”

“Cleopatra, silly!” she smiled, giving you a twirl, the glitter adorning her bodice and skin spreading everywhere. “I’m gonna be by the door handing out flyers and stuff for the dance competition later, so I gotta look cute and eye-catching somehow.”

Cynth gave you a wink before rushing back off to finish her makeup, her beaded headpiece clacking away and making you smile softly before you slipped on your own accessories over your “costume”. The heels you wore were just for show, after all, just for showing Kevin that you actually tried to put some effort in for tonight.

“Fucking hell,” you muttered, forcing a smile onto your face as you stumbled your way past your coworkers and through the back of the club, finally pulling back the curtain that lead into the main dancefloor.

The swirling neon spotlights damn near blinded you when you emerged, the DJ already setting up hisetlist for the night as mini pumpkin, ghost and other Halloween confettis absolutely littered the floor. There was orange and black confetti coming down from the ceiling, giant bat stickers on the walls, orange and green glowsticks linen the floors….there were even Halloween themed condoms in a cup by the bathrooms in case there were any rowdy couples who can’t keep it in their pants.

Kev really went all out this year, huh, but guess who has to clean all of this up later tonight, you thought to yourself, silently cursing your boss before taking your place behind the bar and pulling out the foam slides you always hid below the glasses, immediately slipping off your heels and sliding them on with a sigh of relief.

You always leave your space tidy and well-kept despite how crappy it may look at first glance; you always kept your glasses cleaned, your multiple bar towels ready for the multiple accidents that always seem to happen on the other side, your tumblers are always together and you always restock your various liquors weekly. It’s your home away from home, your place to control and dictate.

You were cleaning off some glasses nearby with one of your bar towels, trying to shoulder one side of your angel wings back onto place when the music really started to kick up, the bass hitting you all the way in the back just as the front doors opened and the flood of people started filling the space.

In a matter of minutes, both the main dancefloor and the smaller second floor were full of eager partygoers looking for a good time, the air around the bar already feeling hot and stuffy from the bodies packed against each other.

Speaking of, the bar was packed with people looking forward to their first drink out of many of the night, each person and group shouting off what drinks, cocktails and mocktails they wanted off the Halloween menu Kev had you create and memorize the week prior.

But you’ve always loved a challenge, and tonight proved no different.

You never knew what kind of people you were going to get as you threw your bar towel over your shoulder and began taking orders, jotting them down with the person’s description on the small notepad you kept in the side cabinet. Some nights it was mainly loners, drifters who couldn’t quite find their crowd, sometimes it was scared twenty-one year-olds getting dragged along with their older friends as they threw literally every high-alcohol content drink that you had down their throats, and other times it was creeps who couldn’t quite keep their eyes in their heads and their hands to themselves.

But something deep within your mind told you otherwise; it told you that tonight would be…different. Something told you that tonight would finally make you feel something.

Yeah, right, you scoffed, reaching for your glasses and getting ready for the long night ahead. Like that’ll ever happen.

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