#int | josie

[wildmead]

Josie knows Laurie’s rhythms like clockwork. She knows when to knock and when to leave him to his quiet, and today, she times it down to the minute. Thirteen and a half, to be exact. Just enough for him to finish a chapter, or finish marveling at the delicate wings of whatever butterfly or beetle has his attention this week.

So when she finally lifts her hand to knock, she’s already bouncing on her toes, a little tin clutched in both hands. Inside: her best batch yet of honeycomb chocolates. Or at least… the best since the last disaster.

“Happy Heart Day, Laurie!” she chirps as soon as the door opens, all sunshine and giddy nerves. She pushes the tin into his hands, and her grin only grows. “I tested them this time. On me! So you and Ken shouldn’t—uh—y’know.” She makes a face and taps her forehead with her palm, tongue poking out. “No disaster this year, pinky promise.”

He has just closed his well-worn copy of Brewmaster's Guide when there's a light-but-rapid knock on his door—Josie, clearly—and he rises from his leather desk chair to answer.

And there she is, hopping like a little bunny, smiling like the radiant sun, sticky hands outstretched with a small tin. He takes it gratefully, despite last year's... incident. (It's the thought that counts, right?)

He pops open the tin, peering down at the chocolates nestled inside. There's an exploratory sniff. Hm. Smells pretty nice. He gingerly lifts one up, takes a small, careful bite. Tastes...... good? ...Yeah, it tastes good. He offers up a small nod of approval as he chews, swallows.

"These are good, Jos. Huge improvement." He pops the rest of the chocolate in his mouth. He's never been much for sweets, but hey. Even a guy like him can get into the holiday spirit, especially when she seems so excited. After another hearty chew and a gulp, he closes the lid on the tin. "...Well... I'm gonna get back to it." He turns on heel and goes back into his room, closing the door behind him.

[wildmead]

He has his back turned and two mugs in hand when she says his name, and his head swivels in surprise. There is an expectation here—of him quietly helping where he can and otherwise not being involved in the conversation. Taking in the information, silently storing it, and leaving Ken to offer the comforting words and good advice.

Of course, he has opinions on this idiot, as Ken so accurately put it, but he typically only offers his input if expressly asked. His tendency toward bluntness does not suit situations that require a softer, more nuanced touch—a lesson learned the hard way. He doesn't know how to pick the perfect words like Ken; to speak from experience and help people leave the conversation feeling good, feeling heard.

And of course, he knows his sister well enough to recognize that despite her sadness around this, despite the swearing and self-deprecation, despite the hot tears leaving marks down her cheeks, she wouldn’t want to hear his honest thoughts about the rotten kid who left her heartbroken time and time again. Ken's right; she doesn't hate him. So what good would it do to say he's never trusted that guy? Just rubbing salt in the wound. Besides, he's never cared for any of the boys that Josie's liked.

...Okay, well maybe Frankie? That’s news to him. Hm. He will have to keep an eye on that.

“It’s okay, Jos. You don't hafta apologize.” It’s tender and genuine, soft around the edges. He hears how her words catch, so quiet they nearly fall away. It brings a gentleness out of him—a brotherly instinct like when she'd crawl into his bed during a storm with ice-cold feet or ask for a walk home in the pitch dark when he was already settled into bed. The typical annoyance falls away, leaving room for the quiet understanding that comes with being a good brother.

He steps over to the living area carefully, a mug in each hand. There’s a glance toward Ken as he holds their favorite mug out to them like a peace offering—an extended bit of eye contact to hopefully convey I’m sorry as best as he can, just for now.

“I just… well…” Hm. What’s the best way to word this? He moves in front of Josie, floral mug held out to her. “…Well, I wasn’t intendin’ on leaving.” There’s a shrug of the shoulder before arms move to cross over his chest. “And I knew what you meant. It’s okay.”

There’s a pause, a bit of discomfort before he decides to throw an opinion in the ring. “…And, I, uh… I think Ken’s right, y’know. You’re good. There aren't many people like you, and it's easy to take that for granted.” His eyes move away, to the colorful knitted blanket hanging over the armchair. “But anyone who would treat you like that doesn’t deserve to know you.”

@spanglehoney

Her hand curls tighter around Kenny’s shoulder, pulling herself in as close as she can get, like if she could just fold herself small enough, maybe she could disappear into their chest and stay there. It’s a place she’s always fit too easy, and for the stretch of a breath—long and shaky, her face buried in the scent of them, mead and something smoky clinging to the fabric, a trace of lavender at the collar—her boiling blood starts to settle. Not all the way. But enough for the ache in her chest to stop trying to claw its way out.

The balloon string tugged back down, her head heavy, her heart still pounding but... not so loud now.

At the mention of Frankie, a fresh flush stings her cheeks, burning hotter through the tears. God. Frankie Buchanan. The sunniest boy in all of Bleeding Heart Springs, and wasn’t it pathetic how the mere sound of his name lights something so dumb and hopeful in her chest? How for years she denied the way her stomach flipped every time he laughed too loud at her jokes or lingered just a little too long in the doorway? He’s just nice. Just sweet. Just funny. But, she’s too tired to lie tonight. Too tired for pretense or pride. Embarrassment has made itself a crown on her head.

A weak, crooked smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she scrubs a hand over her face, her skin sticky and warm with dried tears. “Please,” she mumbles, her voice rough around the edges. “Like Frankie’d ever look down and see my stupid hands out for him.”

She lets her head fall back against Kenny’s shoulder, eyes drifting toward Laurie’s back. There he is—the one she’s always built her storm shelter out of. The one who hadn’t flinched, not even when she came undone like a live wire in his hands. Who called for backup because she asked him to. Because she thought she was sparing him. And there he is now, turned away from her, from them, from this.

It hurts in a new, sharp way.

“Laurie,” she says, and it comes out softer than she means, a crack around the edges. She clears her throat and tries again. “Hey… I wasn’t—I’m not… tryin’ to push you out.”

Her voice wobbles. She presses her thumb hard against the pulse in her wrist, a grounding trick she’s too old to still need. “I just… I’m sorry, okay? I don’t want you thinkin’ you’re not wanted here. Or that I don’t—” her words catch, and she swallows them before they can get messy again. Her eyes fall to her lap, to her hands finding a new way to ground the shake in her fingers, picking at the edge of Kenny’s sleeve. “I’m not askin’ you to stay,” she adds, breathy and small, the same way she had when they were kids and she’d skinned her knee, when the power went out, when the dark felt too big. “I just don’t want you thinkin’ you gotta leave.”

@wildmead

[silkchvffon]

closed for my love @invcntions bc i am annoying

SHE'S NOT MAKING IT A HABIT, breaking into cooper's car. she's only done it once before and swears this will be the last — it will also be the last time she snoops through his notes to reveal his next mission, the last time she deems herself helpful enough to tag along without an invitation. it does sting a little, every time he plans to leave without her, all under the pretense of keeping her safe — as if she'll ever be safe somewhere he is not. she can't remember the last time she slept an entire night without being enveloped in his arms. « don't be angry please, » she's quick to say from the backseat of his car when he slides into the driver's seat in front of her. she leans forward, apologetic smile present on her lips as she breathes in the familiar scent of him; aftershave and soap and her cooper. « it's a long ride. you'll be glad for the company, i promise. »

[blcssom]

closed for @loveshard - plot in source !

"i just think it's funny that you're allowed to get mad at me for the outfit i HAD to wear on a photoshoot when i'm not allowed to be annoyed that you said yes to a sex scene with someone you know wants you! it's fucking hilarious!"

[salvateure]

closed  starter  for  josie  @delicatlueur setting:  new  club  grand  opening  in  nyc

          “   oh  come  on  ,  babe  .  you  can't  just  refuse  to  come  with  me  at  the  very  last  minute  !  we're  literally  almost  there  ,   ”   she  tries  to  reason  with  josie  ,  but  really ,  she's  not  going  to  take  no  for  an  answer   ——   it's  how  she  even  gets  josie  to  leave  her  house  in  the  first  place  .   “   a  friend  gave  me  two  vip  invites  and  i  haven't  seen  my  best  friend  in  a  whole  ass  week  .  can  you  believe  that  ?  a  whole  ass  week  ,  josie  .  plus  ,  when  was  the  last  time  you  went  to  a  club  ?   ”

[calicoegg]

freddie catches a glimpse the dainty handkerchief nestled in josie’s hand, looking at it for a long, hard moment. it’s utterly adorable, reminding freddie of the embroidery her gran used to adorn her smocks with when she was a kid—cute little animals lining the edges of the hem. and here’s josie, about to sully the poor little bee with blood and grime. it feels… poetic, in a way that almost makes freddie emotional. (god—why is everything making her emotional these days?)

“hey, a cursed gargoyle could be kinda cool,” she says, easing her way past the nostalgia with a dive back into absurdity. she enjoys playing into josie’s whimsies—it takes her back to when josie was just a little girl, and freddie would hang out at the apiary, playing make-believe with her all day. (okay, she’s gotta stop thinking about the past.)

“i could stand at the entrance of town, keepin’ out intruders.” she briefly winces at a pebble being pulled out of her skin, leaving behind an embedded red mark. “…or even posted at the graveyard, scarin’ away any grave robbers... or ghosts.” she flashes a devilish smile.

"It... It worked? I did it?" Josie gasps, her hands still hovering in the air like she’s just cast the most powerful spell known to man. She stares at Freddie, now pushing herself up like some resurrected warrior, and it has to mean something, right? Something big.

Because if Josie really thinks about it, if she really leans into the moment.... there’s no other explanation. This is her awakening. Her fairy blood, her untapped cosmic energy, her hidden healer’s gift from the heart of the Springs, finally bubbling to the surface in Freddie’s hour of need. It’s the only thing that makes sense.

But then she actually looks at Freddie. And… huh. She still seems kind of busted. Her hands are scraped raw, a little blood speckled among the dirt. No glowing skin, no mystical sparkles, no triumphant hallelujah from the heavens. Josie squints. Shoot. Maybe her powers are still developing. Or maybe-- maybe they just take the pain away, not the wounds themselves? Some kind of selective healing? Lord, she’s gonna have to be real careful with this. Use it only for good. Never evil.

But for now, she springs into action, diving a hand into her overall pocket and whipping out a tiny, well-loved handkerchief, the edges stitched with a little bee. "Here-- I gotta clean y’off, stat. We cannot have pebbles gettin’ stuck in your veins and mutatin’ you into some kinda horrifying rock monster. Or worse-- what if you turn to stone forever? Like a statue? Like a cursed gargoyle?" She gasps, gripping her chest like the thought alone is too much to bear.

[deokryu]

☆ ݁˖ ࣭ ⭑ “ creo qué hay un paparazzi siguiéndonos. ” con @jourie

descontento se refleja en sus facciones al igual que en su suspiro. no puede creer que la tranquilidad se haya convertido en un privilegio en esta ciudad, algo que no todos pueden gozar. ' hay que movernos de sitio. ' murmura cerca de josie, sin ganas de llamar la atención de alguien más que ella. ' no queremos terminar de nuevo en tmz con rumores sobre drogas o algo peor. ' quién sabe, mañana bien podrían salir con rumores de boda en primera plana. ' no los mires, ¿vale? finjamos que no existen. '

[silkchvffon]

closed for @graveston3s 1/2 <3

SHE HAD JUST FIGURED MAYBE it's the flu. or a stomach bug. she really had just taken the test just in case, but had no confidence it would turn out positive — and then it had. and then another test had shown the same. and yet another. josie has been weird around rhys ever since and she's painfully aware of her inability to just be normal with him, but part of her is petrified with the choice she's now faced with. josie's curled up in bed, where she's been for the last couple of days, hugging a pillow against her chest. the pregnancy tests are all buried in the trash and yet again she thinks she should just muster up the courage to tell him. and yet again she has no idea how to even begin. it will kill her if he doesn't want this, and it will terrify her if he does want this. she hears him enter the room and lifts her head to greet him — only for her smile to vanish when she sees the expression on his face. « what ? what's wrong, dear ? » her glance falls to the item in his hand.

[newtonsheffield]

Edwina gets to see Josie in a slutty top, go her honestly

Frankie is determined that his sister’s crush on her Royal Highness Edwina, is going to go very well. And the way he intends to do that is to make Josie unavoidably present in Edwina’s life. Of course, for Edwina, who’s had a crush on Josie since she was a teenager and believes Josie only wants to be her friend: This feels like a very specific brand of torture.

“What the fuck did I ever do?!” Edwina sighs, slumped int he back of her car beside her secretary, Kate and Anthony on the other side of the car. “Is this some sort of penance?! Why is she always at events?!”

“I mean… her father’s a Duke.” Sophie tutted, “It’s not that surprising that she’s at the same events as you.”

“How is that helpful?!” Edwina said wildly, “That’s as helpful as this two looking like love’s young fucking dream!”

It’s just… so… fucking hard. When she’s gone out, specifically to have a few drinks and have pretty girls smile at her and not thinking about Lady Josephine Bagwell for three fucking minutes and she walks in the door 30 minutes after Edwina got there herself.

Of course Edwina noticed the minute Josie walked into the club, her brother behind her, already dancing. And Edwina’s heart thudded in her chest when she saw Josie, unfairly stunning in her tight jeans and a fucking corset that Edwina’s not entirely sure was supposed to be worn as outerwear.

“Fuck’s sake.” Edwina hissed, finishing her drink and snatching another up as the table service waitress put it down. She made her way over to the bar where Josie was waiting for her drink, Frankie already dancing around her.

“Ah Your Highness!” Frankie grinned as Edwina approached and Josie turned around, her eyes widening in surprise.

“Franklin.” Edwina clicked her tongue before she turned her eyes on Josie. Forcing herself not to look at the exposed skin that seemed to be everywhere tonight. “I thought you were having a night in.”

“Did I say that?” Josie shrugged. “Doesn’t sound like me. We love to party.”

“We do.” Frankie cut in, scooping up their drinks from the bar. “We love ah… dancing with pretty girls right? Space for two more at your table?”

It was the last thing she wanted. Josie’s side pressed against her arm when she was trying desperately to get the fuck over her. But what else could she do?

“Go right ahead.”

Frankie made his way over, winking at everyone he passed and Edwina waved at her protection officer to let him pass.

“Your brother is… really fucking something.”

Josie sighed, and her chest brushed Edwina’s arm as they turned to make their way over. “He’s very enthusiastic.”

“So what changed your mind about coming out?” Does god fucking hate me enough to bring you here dressed like that?

“There’s um…” Josie shrugged, “Someone that I… have kind of a stupid crush on’s here tonight so I just want to… scope out the competition. You know. Stake my claim a little bit.”

Edwina’s heart sunk in her chest as she sunk into the chair, downing her drink again. “Great. Good idea.”

“So… Do you get to fly in a lot of helicopters? That seems very royal. I only get to fly in planes.”

Edwina stared at Josie’s brother and Josie herself closed her eyes, muttering under her breath. “I… mostly just drive.”

“Weird. I feel like in that Katie Holmes’ movie she was in helicopters more.”

“Shut up.” Josie sighed, “Please shut the fuck up, Franklin.”

“Are you… talking about First Daughter?”

“That’s the one!” He snapped his fingers, “She was the President’s daughter! Not a Princess! Damn!”

“Hey, maybe it’s just because Kate’s the first daughter. You should ask her.” She tried for a joke but it fell flat as her eyes scanned the dance floor and she wondered who had brought Josie here.

“A sense of humour. Love that.”

Edwina stood up again, her mouth dry. “I actually have to get going. I forgot I have somewhere else to be.”

Something flickered over Josie’s face and she cleared her throat, “Oh. Right. Will I still see you for brunch tomorrow?”

“Um…” Edwina said, snatching another shot off the table. “I don’t know. Maybe I’ll be in a helicopter.”

“Funny.” Frankie crowed, holding his hand out for her to shake. “Love that.”

“Bye, Edwina.” Josie’s voice was quiet, her eyes focused across the room.

“Yep, See you.”

[sidhewrites]

Thanks for the tags @thatuselesshuman @nczaversnick and @phoenixradiant! I had this completed in my drafts for months and forgot to press post.

OC's 'Most Important' Tag

Rules: Make a list (detailed or not!) of the most important people, events/moments, places, and anything else that shaped your characters into who they are now, describing how/why.

Answering for Karen "Kaz" Pine, my specialest little girl. These answers are for her character before the start of the story, I Met a Girl in the Graveyard

Most Important People:

Josie and Felix, her two best friends. Josie is her ex girlfriend, but they don't want to stop talking entirely.

Quok Ngo: Kaz's employer and father figure.

Renfield: Technically more of a meowing puffball than a people, Kaz found Renfield in an alleyway about 3 years ago. He's a black Persian who was was estimated to be 8-10 years old at the time, dangerously underweight and sick. He was fostered during his recovery, but Kaz adopted him the second she could. He's a clingy sweetheart, and one of the main reasons Kaz gets out of bed in the morning.

Her Father: While Kaz's mother played a large part in her life, her father's influence is farther reaching and has left deeper emotional scars that affect her to this day.

Most Important Moments/Events:

Head and neck injury at 14 - Even after she healed, the frustration and depression that left turned her from a star student and athlete int someone who wasn't sure she could graduate. It's why she's going to a tiny college in the mountains, and never planning to move back to the state where she grew up.

Outed to her parents at 17 - Someone told Kaz's parents she was kissing a girl at a high school party. Her mom was supportive in name only. She "did her best" but it wasn't exactly good, while her Dad basically gave up on her entirely. They no longer speak.

Meeting Josie - Kaz met Josie in her second year of college, and fell hard and fast. It's thanks to her that Kaz became friends with Felix, and also wound up in the graveyard on the day Mr. Ngo found her.

Most Important Places (to this story):

Los Angeles - Where Kaz grew up. She doesn't care to go back.

Sutton, Arizona - A small town in the mountains, featuring a historical graveyard and a number of independent businesses such as The Mean Mug (Kaz and Josie's favorite coffee shop), the Graveyard (Kaz's place of work) and the trash (where Kaz found Renfield)

The abandoned mines - definitely haunted. The one place Kaz never wants to go.

Anything Else That's Important:

Her very literal keychain. Kaz would lose her head if it wasn't attached to her body. Naturally, she's wound up keeping her various important keys on a chain around her neck wherever she goes.

Tagging: @thestarrymanuk @junos-office-drama @dyrewrites @zackprincebooks @leahnardo-da-veggie @olliexwrites and you!

Tag list for Girl in the Graveyard (who wasn't tagged above)

@feather-dancer

@shannonsketches

[smashpages]

Out this week: Amazons Attack #1 (DC, $3.99):

Following the recent events of the new Wonder Woman title, Josie Campbell and Vasco Georgiev show how the other Amazons, including Queen Nubia and Wonder Girl, react to their new role int he world.

See what else is arriving at your local comic shop this week.

[axdently]

𝑴𝑨𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑨 𝑴𝑬𝑴𝑬𝑻, 𝑺𝑯𝑬/𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑺, 𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑴𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑫𝑬

To CHARLOTTE DEGRAVES, the whole world looks like an open page. With a leap of faith, their ability of FERAL MIND grows a little stronger. They are a TIGER shade aligned to THE ORDER OF ATH. For THIRTY-SEVEN years, they have survived a world of magic with both their AFFECTIONATE + HEADSTRONG and CATTY + SUPERFICIAL reputations. They work as a TIGER HEAT CLUB OWNER & AN AMATEUR FOOT MODEL, but if they could change their fate, they’d want to KEEP HER SISTERS SAFE.

─── 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒.

Listen up, babe, because this is who you are, and we’re only saying it once – you're a whirlwind of Moira Rose and Carole Baskin energy wrapped up in one explosive package. The town knows you as that Alimjan sister with a reputation, the one who sent her husband packing ( six feet under ), Julien Degraves, in the most enigmatic way possible. Your realm is Tiger Heat, a haven where music and magic collide, but you're not just a host –you’re a ringleader of inclusivity, welcoming grass kids ( you know the kids who used to sit in the grass during lunch and hiss at people ), and the black sheeps of the family. The world's a stage, and everyone is going to dance, and celebrate or you’ll scream !! But that's not all, Lottie. You're not just a queen of the night; you're a fashion icon too. Clown Couture? Yeah, that's you, turning glitter into art and sequins into a lifestyle. And those three LITERAL TIGER cubs? More than family, right? You're the lioness to these little tigers, fierce and protective. Here's the kicker: You're the big sister, the eldest among Dottie, Dollie, Rosie, and Josie, but oh boy, you definitely channel that mama bear energy. Let's not forget your temper – a warning sign for anyone daring to get on your bad side. So, Lottie Degraves, you're a tsunami of glitter, fierceness, and unpredictability. A showstopper, a sister, and a force to be reckoned with.

─── 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒.

NAME: Charlotte Lottie Degraves NICKNAME: Lottie DATE OF BIRTH: January 28th GENDER: she/ her HEIGHT: 5’6” MARKINGS: a mole on her big toe TATTOOS: none PIERCINGS: her ears DECORUM: she always has to stand out with pink fuzz, quirky uses of denim, boots that shine, & the occasional glitter business suit. She loves to accessorize and you bet your bottom dollar that her tiger cubs ALWAYS match.  SCENT:  a minty trace of catnip, bubblegum cigarettes & Elizabeth Arden’s White tea GOALS: World Domination ✨ FEARS: Her grandmother POSITIVE TRAITS: Eccentric, Assertive, Talkative NEUTRAL TRAITS: Impractical, Confident, Curious NEGATIVE TRAITS: Scattered, Aggressive, Outcast ZODIAC: Aquarius Sun, Aries Moon & Aries Rising ALIGNMENT: chaotic evil TEMPERAMENT: sanguine ELEMENT: air  PRIMARY VICE: Wrath PRIMARY VIRTUE: Temperance  TROPE: Attention Whore, Comedic Sociopathy, Drama Queen, Everything’s Better with Sparkles, Impractically Fancy Outfit, Large Ham, No Inside Voice, Pretty in Mink, What the Hell Is That Accent? INSPIRATION: She’s a mix of Moira Rose, Monalisa Saperstein,  Noho Hank from Barry & heavily inspired by Carole Baskin OCCUPATION:  Illegal Animal Handler, Amateur Foot Model, Owner of Tiger Heat and CEO of a small company called of Clown Couture LLC. RESIDENCE: A house on the hill that resembles a mansion, that is always open to her sisters, though they’d have to sleep on couches due to the extra rooms being flooded with clothes and accessories for both her and her tiger cubs. HOBBIES: acrobatics ( when she was younger ), golfing, animal rights, sewing ( she has a small passion for costume designing ), Shopping HABITS: always losing her purse, speaking in a trained Trans Atlantic accent, never using her inside voice, pointing out the obvious ( Don’t tell her not to look at your Ex at the bar, she will ✨ ), chewing gum harshly and sticking it under tables, zoning out in boring conversations, succumbing to her own narcissism

─── 𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒.

FERAL MIND

The user can tap into a primal instinctive state of mind, which can release an unstoppable rage that allows them to perform in vastly increased capacity, taking and inflicting damage that they couldn't or wouldn't in their normal state. In some cases, the user's mind descends so far into the feral state that, mentally, they are little more than wild animals. The intensity of Feral Mind is based upon which variations are in play one being relatively tame, to all three being unmanagable. 

VARIATION 1. ENHANCED AGILITY

User with this ability can go from one motion to another effortlessly, effectively dodge attacks, swing from things easily, sprint, do back-flips, leap across rooftops, and numerous other gymnastic, athletic and martial implements with little to no effort. Agility is "the ability to rapidly respond or change by adapting its initial stable configuration", the ability to change the body's position efficiently, and requires the integration of isolated movement skills using a combination of balance, bodily coordination, speed, reflexes, strength, and endurance.

VARIATION 2. ENHANCED CLAWMANSHIP

Users, either innate or through training, are masters of wielding claws as weapons. The user is able to wield claws with great proficiency in brute power and close quarter combat. When it comes to wielding different weapons, the claws are the closest to hand-to-hand combat. User is able to climb and otherwise move effortlessly and smoothly on angled and/or vertical surfaces, able to take advantage of any handholds they find, no matter how small, on trees, rocks, walls, etc using their claws.

VARIATION 3. ENHANCED BITE

The power to have bite force greater than that of the ordinary. Users have an inhumanly strong bite, either because of sharp fangs/teeth, augmented jaw-muscle structure, etc. User can easily rip out/off the body parts from a target's body, whether it be the arms, legs, organs, head, spine, etc. Usually done by brute force, or can be done supernaturally as well.

─── 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘.

FEATHERED VEIL OF CHARISMA: This ornate feathered veil grants a +2 bonus to Charisma checks while worn. Additionally, once per day, the wearer can release a dazzling burst of colorful feathers, forcing all creatures within 15 feet to make a Wisdom saving throw or be charmed for 1 minute. TIGER QUEEN'S GLITTERING BOOTS: These knee-high boots are embedded with sparkling sequins and allow the wearer to cast the "Misty Step" spell once per short rest, teleporting in a burst of glitter up to 30 feet. SHIMMERING SUNGLASSES: These crescent moon-shaped sunglasses grant advantage on saving throws against blinding effects and can be used once per day to cast the "Suggestion" spell on a target. GILDED CHOKER OF ELOCUTION: This exquisite choker enhances the wearer's speech and presence. They gain advantage on Charisma checks related to persuasion, and their words are imbued with a subtle charm that captivates listeners. TIGER CLAW PENDANT: A pendant in the shape of a tiger's claw, set with a sparkling gem. When worn, it grants the user enhanced agility, allowing them to add a +2 bonus to Dexterity checks and saving throws. 6.GEMSTONE HAIRPINS: A set of intricately designed hairpins embedded with sparkling gemstones. When used to secure hair, they grant the wearer advantage on Performance checks for music or dance. ENCHANTED BANGLE OF EVASION: A bangle adorned with swirling patterns. Wearing it grants the user the ability to use the "Evasion" ability as a rogue, allowing them to dodge area effect spells and abilities. SATIN RIBBON SASH: A delicate satin sash that shimmers in different colors. When worn as a belt, it grants the user the ability to cast "Color Spray" once per short rest.

─── 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

COLOR SPRAY: A dazzling array of flashing, colored light springs from your hand. Roll 6d10, the total is how many hit points of creatures this spell can effect. Creatures in a 15-foot cone originating from you are affected in ascending order of their current hit points (ignoring unconscious creatures and creatures that can't see). MISTY STEP: Briefly surrounded by silvery mist, Lottie teleports up to 30 feet to an unoccupied space that you can see.

POTIONS

POTION OF GLAMOUR: Drinking this potion gives the user a radiant and captivating appearance, granting advantage on Charisma checks ELIXIR OF AGGRESSIVE ELEGANCE: This potion boosts the drinker's physical and mental prowess, granting a +2 bonus to Strength and Charisma for 1 hour. However, it also imposes disadvantage on Dexterity saving throws during this time due to their heightened self-assuredness. POTION OF CHARMED BANTER: After drinking this potion, the user gains the ability to engage in witty and flirtatious banter effortlessly. They have advantage on Persuasion and Deception checks for the next hour. TONIC OF SPARKLING ENERGY: This potion fills the drinker with boundless energy. For the next 10 minutes, they gain a fly speed of 30 feet and resistance to exhaustion. However, after the effect ends, they suffer one level of exhaustion. PERFUME OF ENCHANTING AURA: Applying a drop of this magical perfume grants the user a captivating aura. They gain advantage on Charisma checks and can use an action to release a burst of fragrance, casting "Calm Emotions. 6.TIGER BREW: Drinking this potion covers the user in a sparkling layer of magical glitter stripes. They become resistant to radiant damage, and any creature that makes a melee attack against them takes radiant damage in return.

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@gccdbyelovc​ sent a M/F smut meme

10a for dimitri & josie

In his life Dimitri had done a lot of things, but this was definitely something on the long list of inappropriate things he’d done that he was rather excited about. He was back in his hometown whilst on break between movies and had accidentally interrupted one of his mothers classes when surprising her at work. And now here he was, eating out a student of his mothers in one of the rec rooms, giving a satisfied hum as he tasted her.

[blcssom]

"no, that's not what i—" she stops short, almost alarmed by her sudden need to reassure him. "i had a really good time, honestly, i just.... panic." she'd had too good a time, honestly. "but i think you'd be safe to ask. i mean, if you still wanted to."

“ to be honest it's not a situation i get into often either — not exactly sure on the social protocol. ” he offers with a casual shrug, contemplating momentarily on the fact that perhaps the rejection would be more pleasant after a full night of sleep. "“ suppose i'd, uh... normally offer you a coffee, and some breakfast. see if you want to hang out again some time — the sneaking out isn't a great indicator of that going well for me though. i imagine if i want to save myself the embarrassment it's better not to ask? ”

[departingsouls]

penelope park tag drop

✖ ( int. penelope park, ✖ ( pic. penelope park, ✖ ( musings. penelope park, ✖ ( wishlist. penelope park, ✖ ( ship. penelope x josie

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          what do you mean she won't wake up?  they had tried everything to get hope out of the self induced coma she had put herself in, had even gone as far to contemplate taking her to an actual hospital. but the tribrid wasn't in any actual danger  --  she was completely healthy aside from not wanting to wake up. they had decided it might do more damage than good, and in the end had left her where she was; keeping her safe the best they could. but days had turned into weeks, and they were all reaching the end of their ropes when it came to solutions to their problem.  we can't just leave her in there.  what if you get stuck, too?  it's a bit of a fight to get everyone to agree with josie's plan, more so with her dad than anyone else, but in the end he caves  (  if only because she lays on a little guilt, reminding the man that hope was only stuck because she had risked it all to save his daughter  ). they set up more precautions this time around, fail safes that they think will pull josie out if she gets stuck the way hope did. stepping into the tribrid's subconscious feels a bit like trespassing, but she pushes that away, glancing around as she tries to gather her bearings and figure out where exactly they were.   "hope?"