#lattice cabinet front

[rickor-mortis]

Kitchen Enclosed Mid-sized ornate galley light wood floor enclosed kitchen photo with shaker cabinets, white cabinets, gray backsplash, cement tile backsplash and paneled appliances

[meatconfetti]

Kitchen Dining Chicago Large elegant u-shaped limestone floor eat-in kitchen photo with a farmhouse sink, beaded inset cabinets, white cabinets, granite countertops, beige backsplash, mosaic tile backsplash, stainless steel appliances and an island

[payetafamille]

Wet Bar Home Bar Mid-sized transitional medium tone wood floor and brown floor wet bar photo with an undermount sink, recessed-panel cabinets, gray cabinets, quartz countertops, red backsplash, subway tile backsplash and gray countertops

[propagandagothic]

Single Wall Home Bar Mid-sized transitional single-wall dry bar design featuring shaker cabinets, white cabinets, quartz countertops, a white backsplash, a ceramic backsplash, and black countertops.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

This is a very interesting home. Built in 1895 in Davenport, IA, the architecture is superb. 8bds, 8ba, 4,124 sq ft, $399,900.

The foyer is interesting, as soon as you step inside. Look at the built-in hall tree on the left, and that has to be an original light fixture.

An oversized wide door opens directly to the living room. Look at the inlaid floor.

I've never seen such an unusual layout. This is a living room with a semi-enclosed staircase and a hall along the side. The stairs have a built-in bench and note the pocket doors on the right.

Down the hall behind the stairs, there's a guest powder room.

The dining room is amazing. Look at the fireplace- beautifully carved wood and bright blue tile. Plus, there's a built-in China cabinet. And the wallpaper mural is lovely.

I think that we can all agree that the kitchen remodel fits nicely. The wood matches, they left the fireplace, and there's a stained glass window. The granite counters fit much better than if they were stark white, but I don't care for the color of the ceiling.

Love the copper double farm sink and the backsplash.

Original pantry. This is wonderful.

Cute little breakfast room/every day dining room.

Next to the dining room there's a lovely pastel blue family room.

Look at how delicately carved the spindles are, and there's the beautiful bronze statue on the newel post.

Wow. Fancy primary bedroom. I like the paint and fireplace, but there's a little too much fabric for me.

This is a very nice room. I like the ceilings in the bedrooms.

Rounded wall with a pretty sink in the room.

There are more bedrooms in the finished attic.

Plus 3 modern baths up here, also.

The back of the house is nicer than the front- look at the beautiful round porch.

There's a large, shady yard. I like the lattice, too.

This rusty little gazebo has so much charm.

.28 acre lot.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/817-W-7th-St-Davenport-IA-52802/76856252_zpid/

[sugoi-writes]

In Every Sense - Part 2 to Scent Kink!Alastor x Reader

It's heeeeerrreeee~ Here are some warnings: we get some internal monolgues of Alastor hopelessly trying to seduce you, oral (f!receiving), light man-handling, begging, and some really just... absolutely raunchy filth. Please enjoy~ (please note, this is still overwhelmingly inspired by @hazelfoureyes so please please GO READ HAZEL'S CONTENT. IM BEGGING YOU. ITS SO JUICY)

Right. Where was he? Oh yes... this mess.

Alastor straightened himself out quickly, mess of his clothing and floor included. Your clothes, however, were discarded to his bed... probably never to be washed again.

After he freshed up, his eyes scanned and paused in his armoire mid-search. His taloned hands brushed against a silk top... not one of his preferred fabrics, but one he could certainly pull off. His fingers danced on it a moment more, before deciding it was worth changing it up.

Black, lattice-patterned top and tailored, wine red trousers... simple, but classy, right? As he tossed around the idea of a belt, he decided to skip that step. It would make the process of settling between your sweat-covered thighs take an eternity too long. That is... if he didn't devour you first.

Alastor threw his casual fit together, opting to keep his pointed, black dress a part of the ensemble. But should he try boots...? Would that be too much? Maybe it would be easier to kick off...?

He wondered over to his personal liquor cabinet, pouring himself a whiskey. He needed to get a pep in his step and to still his rambling thoughts. Though he usually preferred to take things slower, savoring the bite of liquor on his tongue... He instead took it as a shot, hardly reacting to the harsh intake. His shoulders hunched, huffing as he turned to look in the mirror. How ridiculous he must've looked...

Hair disheveled... eyes half lidded. His hands were sweating, the loose blouse serving as a juxtaposition to his too-tight pants. Maybe his shirt should be tucked? No, that'd look stupid without a belt...

How strange it was for him to fret... at least, fret over impressing another person. Moreover, trying to impress someone he pined for. He almost loathed the way you made him feel, and how his core seemed to clench everytime you walked by... but, there was no room for doubt now: he would make you answer for his obsessions tonight. Surely you would take responsibility, wouldn't you...?

Alastor's head shook, before he opted to tuck half of his shirt in. He saw this often in modern fashion, targeting the front corner of the shirt to show off or bring attention to his thigh and... well-- downstairs.

He quirked a brow, intrigued with this look. It was... messy. Not the neat-and-narrow hes accustomed to. And in a way, he quite liked it. Maybe with the disheveled top, your eyes would be distracted enough to be drawn below the belt...?

Hah, what a pun. It doesn't work anymore if you don't have a belt, right?

Alastor chuckled, absolutely tickled by the thought. Alastor pulled out a wine-colored blazer, which perfectly complimented his pants. Can't be too prepared for the hellish night, right? He paused, walking over to your discarded top again for one final sniff; one final tease before the real thing. He shuddered at the thought, already feeling a light twitch coming from below. 

With a resolute nod, he walks out from his room, heading towards the lobby. Maybe you would be retired for the night? Maybe he could catch you before your evening shower... He sought you out, his nose steering the way as his thoughts swam with visions of you. He would have you tonight, he thought, his hands summoning and twirling his microphone with a prideful flourish.

--

You hadn't known how it got to this point. You hadn't known how much liquor both you and Alastor had drunk, round for round... but, Alastor's plan managed to work. He caught up with you, just before you were retiring for the night... and now, you did manage to head to bed... just the wrong one.

You yelped as you were slammed against his bedroom door, hands flying to grip the collar of his shirt. The passion of his kiss made you weak, his own knees buckled. Your sounds mirrored the other's, hips rolling in tandem as the heat between your bodies danced and mingled with one another. Alastor was already getting carried away, hands grabbing at everything he could touch... your cheek, your ass, your waist... He needed more. He needed you to be absolutely bothered and sweating.

Alastor pulled away, licking a long, wet trail from your collar bone to your ear. You trembled as ghost-like kisses were placed along your jaw, pleased sigh his reward. Your head tilted back and to the side, allowing better access to the longing demon.

"Ahh-- Alastor!"

His name fell from your lips, bruised and hanging agape as your breath came out in labored puffs. Alastor groaned, eyelids fluttering as he inhaled once more. A shaky sigh soon followed, making your thighs clench together. He licked at the sweat that ran down your neck, swirling his tongue before kissing there again.

More... he needed more of this.

No words were exchanged as his lips wandered lower, your clothing coming down and off with his lecherous journey. You could only cradle and grab at his hair, trying to slow or stop his descent when he would kiss a particularly gratifying area... but your eyes widened as his kisses lingered on your lower abdomen. Your eyes met his candy apple reds, swirling with lust and intrigue.

"Mon cher, I simply cannot bear to wait... I must have you." He couldn't contain his raspy sigh as he took your pants off, sliding them down your trembling legs. You'd be lucky to have these clothes back after this night...

Once you were bare before him, he kissed at your mound, the smell of your hormones and sweat making his brow furrow with desire. His eyes nearly rolled back into his skull as you moaned, nodding feverishly," I-I... I don't-- fuck, Al... Don't stop..."

Al looked firmly at you, mouth hanging open, but not coming closer. You huffed, trembling as your cheeks flush.

"... Pl-please... keep going... I want this."

Alastor smiled up at you, toothy grin absolutely drunk with adoration as he lowered his head. He spread your legs apart, arms moving to lift you. You were pushed up until you sat upon his shoulders, suspended a few inches off the ground. You were shaking at the realization of how powerful he was; how easily he was able to sustain you with just his shoulders. It was a strength that made your abdominals clench in anticipation.

The moment his tongue ran up your slit, you saw the light, eyes widening from the feeling of his warm muscle. Alastor grunted as he started to gently lap at your core. Finally: something that distracted him from how divinely you smelt...

Now he had a new muse (and problem) to keep him up at night... the taste of your arousal.

Like a man starved, he began to lavish you earnestly, hands trapping your thighs around his head. He showed you no mercy as his tongue alternated between stimulating your clit and delving into your relaxed hole. You convulsed with his minstrations, one hand stabilizing you against the door while the other gripped an antler for deer dear life. You soon found your hips rolling into his face, his nose brushing your clit with every thrust. Your head collided with the door as your moans transformed into animalistic whines and huffs, unable to control the ravenous sounds he tore from you. Alastor wasnt any more refined, hungry like a tramp in heat.

His expression shook and strained with pure bliss as he took you in whole: touch, sight, sounds, scent, and taste. This truly was the thing that he needed most; to seek you in your entirety. He knew now that he needed to own your body by ways of physical desire and passion... something he only became keenly aware of recently.

Now, even if your soul would so pretty under his grasp... this seemed to outweigh that desire. This was the ultimate way to both have you, and for you to tie a metaphorical leash around his neck. He hadn't fully realized it, but he was completely and utterly yours, and after this display, you'd surely have him the same way...

His dignity be damned. You were too sweet to resist.

You held his fringe out of his face as Alastor groaned with every flick of his tongue, vibrations sending your nerves into overdrive. His movements, his reactions, and his blatant obsession with your scent had you seeing stars. You ground your face harder into Alastor's obedient tongue, forcing his inhales to be rapid and short. Had he breathed any harder, one would speculate he was panicking. But ahh, what a way to die again, but by your thighs and eager cunt...

"Sh-Shit-- Alastor I'm-- fuck, y-you're too-- Hah!"

Alastor's cock twitched and strained, unable to be freed as your noises grew in tempo and pitch: you were nearing your climax.

Yes.

Yes, cum on him; cum on his face.

He wanted to see your mouth hang open in a silent wail, riddled with ecstacy. He wanted to feel your legs snap his neck from the force of your grip. He wanted to taste the arousal on his tongue as it multiplied. And most importantly... he wanted to be fully engulfed in your scent as your cunt rode his tongue... At this rate, he would be making another mess tonight.

He would never wash his shirt again, aware of the cum dripping down onto the collar of his dress shirt... a notion that nearly made him squirm. Maybe he could convince you to let him keep your outfit, as a token of tonight's debauchery?

He had no more time to think as your orgasm overcame you. Both hands held his antlers as your frantically ground into his mouth, practically suffocating him as you sprayed his jaw with your release. Alastor could only take it, choking and sputtering but absolutely living in the moment. His eyes were fully rolled back, schelaras devoured by a deep, pitch color.

When oversensitivity started to make you quiver, you pulled away, utterly satisfied. Your hands went to smooth out Alastor's scrunched-up hair as he panted. You gave it a playful ruffle, apologetic for your behavior. You smile breathlessly down to the overwhelmed demon, about to thank him... Then, a shrill scream is ripped from your throat. Alastor's seering, hot tongue is on your clit again, hands digging in to the plush of your thighs.

"Mmph... more-- Please, let me have more, cher... need it-- need you!"

You whined as Alastor's pleas fell unto eager ears, head lolling. Alastor's tongue began to awaken a new vigor in you. You were more than happy to please the starved man below you... Maybe next time, you'd tie him up in your clothes, leaving him unable to do anything but take your passion, in every sense of the word...

[reticulating-splines]

Chez Cromwell: Redux - Pt. 1

Magical Victorian Cat Mansion. Redone.

Part I: Exteriors | Part II

So after the long-awaited addition of Infants and Ceilings to the game, I realized I should probably update my one furnished build (so far) for these features. Unfortunately I got carried away again and just ended up revamping the whole build from the exterior, to each individual room + some new ones! This version has also been more extensively play-tested over time with all age groups and pets, with some extra fire hazard and accessibility issues addressed.

It still has all the original Lot Features:

Victorian era historical build, fully playtested

Off-the-grid compatible

9 Bed / 6 bath

Library Greenhouse

Spellcaster's room

Outdoor smokehouse

Pleasure + kitchen gardens

Portal to the magic realm

Hidden cat room, litterroom, + catway system for Familiars

Staff/Servant's lounge w/ private stairs

Bedrooms for Butler, Nanny/Governess, and Maids

Lot size 30x40, fully landscaped

Cat Hangout, Peace and Quiet

Spooky lot challenge

As well as an extensive Changelog and list of New Features:

Revamped exteriors + interiors, roofs, and gardens

Ceilings for all rooms

Added even more windows somehow

Skylights for 3rd floor and wraparound verandah

Rooftop meditation-garden-yoga-summoning-circle

Portals! Small library located off the spell-room has been converted into the Portal Room with 3 portals leading throughout the house: one to the tower on the roof, one to the greenhouse in the back, and one to the third floor hall.

Moved Magic Realm Portal to rooftop garden

Put more cat doors everywhere, they enjoy using the catdoors and portals for zoomies

Sprinklers, alarms, and fire resistant flooring have been added around fireplaces.

Fireplace in the tower was removed for it's propensity to set the roof on fire and become unreachable and inextinguishable

Tower room has been converted into a Collections display room instead, a la sims 3

Portal in the tower/Collections room also makes potential burglaries more threatening, but if you’re an occult you’re expected to employ practical DADA techniques to avert this

Updated Nursery and Playroom for Infants

Redid terrain paint. Twice. Why tf does it just vanish randomly sometimes

NEW Magic Bean Hunt! Stump is located where the magic realm portal used to be and beans are strategically hidden around the lot. I'd love to see how long it takes for you to catch them all!

Washbasins for rooms without bathrooms now look like washbasins and are actually useable, both on and off grid

Added privacy hedges and lattices to backyard and fenced in chicken run

Potions Crafting Table added to Spell-room

Crafters Supply Cabinet added to Kitchen

Pocketed pocket doors

Secret Cat Room color scheme updated and cat-approved artwork added

Another Cat room added to 3rd floor

Magic Well has been shrunk

Rooftop area outside 3rd floor Study converted into rooftop Pavilion with chessboard and painting easel

Jack-and-Jill bathroom added for two of the third floor bedrooms

Toilet room removed and bath added for staff washrooms, for an equal 2-toilet/2-bath arrangement, which means the build now has a total of 7 full baths, and 8 toilets.

More crafting tables (fizz machine and candle maker) added to Staff Lounge

Yoga/Meditation Balcony for staff above greenhouse

Small telescope added to rooftop outside tower room’s new 2nd door

Garden lights around yard configured for power + off grid lighting

‘Bike racks’ added by front gate

New Library shelves seem to allow sims to retrieve books but not put them back. However this is actually a feature, not a bug, since now you can put the books back yourself on on the right shelves and keep things organized 🙃

Should now be consistently able to feed and be eaten by the Cowplant

Homey trait replaced by Gnome lot trait since there is a proliferation of gnomes

Requirements

Lot: 40x30, $752,005, 9 bed 8 bath, Cat Hangout, Gnome, Peace and Quiet, Spooky Lot Challenge

Packs - packs in bold are essential:

EPs - Cottage Living, University, Island Living, Get Together, Get Famous, Seasons, Cats&Dogs, Eco Living, City Living, Get to Work

GPs - Realm Of Magic, Jungle Adventure, Parenthood, Vampires. Strangerville, Spa Day, Outdoor Retreat

SPs - Paranormal, Laundry Day, Romantic Garden. Nifty Knitting, Vintage Glamour

Kits - Blooming Rooms, Desert Luxe

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Public: Available Dec 15th!

[amythestfenix]

SimplanX Abandoned and Reclaimed Kitchen No Longer Abandoned!

This Set has been Fixed as of Oct 21 2023, Please Re-Download.

I've done a lot of work on this kitchen and I thought I'd share. Meshes have been repositoried, re-textured (I don't use grunge), given TXMTs to work with my usual stuff, quarter-tiled, etc. in my usual way. Deco from cabinets and counters has been separated and made into repo objects.

There's a fake corner counter and a new deco counter shown next to the sink (it's a mash-up from Murano's SFH kitchen and this kitchen's countertop); bottles are included-baskets are deco from my SFH set previously posted HERE.

The counters and cabinets have lattice fronts and some are shown with my deco inserts (use snapobjects on to place) which I included.

As always, there's lots of objects shown in the pics that don't belong to the set, so if you want something not in the download, just ask for it! Please let me know if anything it wrong.

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[joyner111]

Some ideas for a bedroom furniture set and decor projects using laser cutting

If you're looking for a bedroom furniture set with a personal touch, laser cutting technology offers a variety of creative and customized options. Here are some ideas for a bedroom furniture set and decor projects using laser cutting:

Wall Art: Create intricate wall decor panels from wood with a laser cutter, featuring delicate floral patterns or modern geometric designs.

Window Screens and Room Dividers: Use thin wood or acrylic sheets to laser cut decorative window screens or room dividers that add aesthetic appeal and cast dreamy shadows when the sun shines through.

Bedside Lamps: Craft custom bedside lamps with a cylindrical design featuring cut-out patterns that cast charming patterns on the wall.

Headboards: Transform a plain wooden headboard into a piece of art with a laser cutter. Whether it's a complex lattice design or a playful pattern inspired by nature, a laser-cut headboard is sure to be the focal point of your bedroom.

Cabinet and Drawer Fronts: Your bedroom furniture can be more than just functional; it can also be a design feature. Replace standard cabinet and drawer fronts with laser-cut panels for a unique touch to your storage units.

Mirror Frames: Mirrors are a great way to make any space feel more expansive. With a laser cutter, you can turn a mirror into a piece of wall art by creating an eye-catching frame.

Cocktail Coasters and Trinket Trays: Even the smallest details can make a big difference in bedroom decor. Craft chic cocktail coasters and trinket trays with laser cutting, featuring designs that complement the overall aesthetic of the room. They're not only practical but also add a touch of elegance.

Laptop Stands: Add a simple yet sleek laser-cut laptop stand to your bedroom workspace, suitable for all laptops with screens 15 inches and smaller, and adjustable as needed.

CNC Furniture Projects: If you have a CNC machine, you might consider creating some CNC furniture projects such as chairs, sofa arms, modular shelves, tables, dining sets, storage drawers, beds, or even pet furniture.

These are just a few applications of laser cutting technology in bedroom furniture and decor. You can design a one-of-a-kind bedroom furniture set based on your preferences and needs.

[klineblog]

Types of Wood Used for Making Furniture

Specialists often say that the quality, style and life of wooden furniture pieces typically diminishes or increments decisively due to the kind or assortment of wood used in its assembling. As a rule, the client knows nothing about the sort of wood that has been used for the making of a specific furniture piece. They are additionally uninformed about whether the wood used is of the right quality, except if obviously, the wood is coincided and hand tailored. A few wooden furniture makers, in any case, unveil to the client about the kind of wood used. They likewise give information about different choices.

Sheesham is quite possibly of the most famous wood used in the making of wooden furniture. It's a hardwood and exceptionally impressive moreover. Indian wooden furniture makers declare by the wood. Sheesham is typically the picked wood among the blue-blood and well off. Plus, the individuals who have a fundamental information about the different types of wood accessible and their proper utilization, would vouch by sheesham. The wood comes with practically no colors and is an exceptionally close contender to mahogany and pecan concerning sturdiness and looks.

Teak and rosewood are the two nearest contenders of sheesham. Both these types of wood are truly solid and known for their hardness. They are broadly used in making different types of furniture like beds, cabinets, dressing tables and so on. They are additionally used for making sofas, feasting tables, furniture adornments, side tables and so on.

The third most broadly used wood in mango wood. You can in any case have sturdy furniture, practically identical to teak and rosewood, regardless of whether you use mango wood. It's less expensive however has a similar class and style. In the event that you need wooden furniture that looks like the ones found in royal residences and fort the acacia would be a generally excellent decision. Indian wooden furniture producers use with wood generally.

Mango wood is likewise a fine decision for involving in different other family things. Normal furniture pieces in your front room and room like the television bureau, Cd and DVD bureau, book racks, drawers and so forth are ordinarily produced using mango wood. The vast majority, nowadays, don't have any desire to squander even the base of wood. In any case, and still, after all that, some wastage is probably going to occur while making the furniture. Consequently, individuals are progressively picking mango wood and it's being thought of as a commendable substitute to the next costly types. Check it out foshan market guide

Of late, different new sorts of wood have begun flooding the business sectors. Some wooden furniture pieces today are being produced from crossover wood. This sort of wood is produced using a lattice of at least two woods. Plus, plywood and molecule board wood has additionally made its entrance. They are by and large progressively used in the assembling of furniture and different things. A main explanation for their prevalence is the excessive cost of ordinary wood. Additionally, most state run administrations have executed severe regulations to save forest assets. There's large control these days on the felling of trees.

[bogleech]

Don’t want to forget the elaborately comical dream I had just now so I’m making it a post even if that’s one of the least popular kinds of posts:

Swam with someone in a dark murky river to get to a little “island,” not even ten feet of swimming and the island was barely bigger than that, but we discussed how the river allegedly had a monster in it. We never believed it was a monster, but a thin grey ridge was sticking out of the water and circling us, which we just took to be the back of a whole ass sperm whale. It made me a little nervous even though we took it to be “sweet and gentle.” But, just then, I could see a pink river dolphin in the water, which was amazing. As I got my phone out to film it, it kept popping its head out of the water to snap at me and I realized it was actually a pink Icthyosaur. I still didn’t think this was a cryptid encounter, in the dream this was only usual because these animals aren’t supposed to live in Oregon. But then it very suddenly walked onto land and I realized this was a dangerous situation. Me and the other person (whose identity kept changing) ran up some concrete stairs that were suddenly on the island, but up the stairs? HIPPOS. The most dangerous animal in the world. As the icthyosaur began to figure out what stairs were we basically slipped down through the stairs to hang off the concrete lattice supporting them, just out of reach of any animals. We felt stuck until I remembered I could call 911 by swallowing a pill. I took the 911 pill and heard the call run through my head. Unfortunately it turned out to be the 911 dispatch for my old hometown, but they said they’d send someone anyway - it would just take more than a day or two for them to travel that far. This was very understandable to me and I was very sorry for being such a bother, calling from another state like that.

Suddenly it was night time however and all the animals were asleep. We climbed back to the ground, and were no longer on an island but inside a tremendous building, which I also thought was normal. It was night time now, after all.

There were lots of different doors and different kinds of walls and I knew this place was kind of the inspiration for my webcomics, but not as interesting as my webcomics; it wouldn’t have any silly monsters or anything, just facsimiles of real world things. I figured we could hide from the animals in one of the rooms so long as nothing dangerous was in it. The room we chose opened into a beautifully high-tech looking kitchen with blue LED readouts on everything, even the cabinets, which seemed like a great place to hang out! But I foolishly walked further through and found what appeared to be the rest of an extravagant modern house, and someone was coming in through the front door. I knew that either I had stepped into someone’s actual home by mistake or I had just triggered an “event” I’d be unable to stop. I knew it was the latter when the man on the other side of the door just kept saying the same word: “GARDEN????? GARDEN?????????” so I realized he was just one of the fake human entities of this unreality. He popped his head in and I pushed it back outside, only to find that the locks on the door didn’t function. I wasn’t too scared of him but I did worry he could be dangerous or at least bothersome. I peeked out the window and saw that, rather than an outdoor area, the other side of the door looked like the inside of a large, white, sunlit tent set up as a cell phone store. For some reason I tried flipping off the “GARDEN???” man wondering if that would deter him, but he kept trying to come inside.

I decided to leave but remembered the icthyosaur and the hippos, so I went further into the house, only to step into a huge department store full of shoppers. I worried these might also be hostile so I raised a hand to say “hi” to a passing woman. She had no idea what that gesture was and weirdly put her hand to mine, squinting to understand. This was awkward and I didn’t want this human-mimic entity to feel bad (it could set them off into hostile mode!!!) so I turned it into a high five. She still didn’t know what that was and I worried again this would trigger a possibly dangerous response in the dream people, so I did what I somehow knew would work to keep them friendly: I acted like I was one of them who had brought the concept of the high five back from an exotic vacation, and ran around teaching them high fives in a dramatic musical sequence. I can’t remember the song but it was very similar to “Jump in the Line” from the end of Beetlejuice.

They were all having a great time! But then the “GARDEN???” man showed up still running straight for me and saying “GARDEN???? GARDEN??????” I didn’t know if he was going to try to harm me, so I kept “in character” and made a big show of rolling my eyes and shaking my head, looking at everyone else like I was looking into the camera on a sitcom. Ridiculous of garden man to not do the high five song!!! All the other dream people followed my lead and kept up with the song, getting in his way or distracting him. I was a little relieved that their response wasn’t to rip him apart or something. You never know with these things and it’s not like he’d done anything wrong yet. I realized I was starting to wake up from a dream and felt proud of myself for gaming its system so well. It still didn’t occur to me that this made any of the prior events fake, and I already had it in mind to tell Tumblr all about the fun day I just had with the icthyosaur, so I hope you like this story for the sake of my idiot dream-avatar’s feelings.

[multimilfs]

Lilith Clawthorne x Fem!Reader: Happy Anniversary, Indeed

Summary: ssj6mami requested "Can you make a Lilith x Buff Bimbo Reader story about there anniversary as a couple"

AO3

A/N: It is a wild ride getting back into writing Lilith, but I hope everyone likes it!

Tag List: @multifandomfix @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @white--lillies

Warning(s): None

“Darling?”

Lilith’s voice called through the house. The dark, empty house. All of the shades were drawn and there was no sign of life. It made the coven leader frown, before switching on a light near the front door.

She set her staff and bag near the door, unpacking a few items from the bag; a water bottle, her lunch container, and a notebook. Taped to the top of the lunch container was a ripped piece of paper, on which you’d written a note and drawn a tiny Lilith. She carefully peeled it away and set it aside to save.

As she started to dig in the cabinets for a snack, a loud thud came from the back of the house. Lilith froze. Snack search forgotten, the witch snagged her staff and prowled towards the source of the noise. She stopped in confusion when another noise came from your shared bedroom of all places.

Taking a deep breath, Lilith aimed her staff and blasted the door off of the hinges. A stunned shriek came from the room. A shriek she knew, quite well.

“Darling?! What are you-” Lilith stopped short, staring at you with wide eyes and a gaping mouth.

“Don’t laugh.” You said, your cheeks tinted red.

“You- I-” She tried to speak, but was forced to stop. She clapped a hand over her mouth to stop her laughter from escaping.

“Lilith!”

“I’m sorry, darling, I don’t mean to laugh. It’s just, how did you get yourself into this situation?”

Stepping over the destroyed door and into the room, she examined the scene. There were candles covering various surfaces and casting a soft glow over the room, a wrapped box sitting on the edge of the bed. And then there you were, trapped in a litany of vines near the window.

Despite the way you were trapped, it was a beautiful scene. No one had been so much effort in for Lilith before. The box on the edge of the bed had her attention, but she forced herself to acknowledge the state you were in.

“I know creeping lattice is your favorite, so I picked some up. They grabbed me before I could finish decorating.” You admitted with a pout.

“Well, did you feed them?”

“Feed them? They don’t have a mouth!”

“That’s why you buy the special fertilizer.”

“Lilith, my love, I’m an expert on animals - not plants.” You said with an over dramatic eye roll.

She didn’t hide her laugh this time, turning and leaving the room. The action left you shocked. You attempted to swing, in hopes that the vines wouldn’t sustain the motion and let you go. They tightened their hold on you instead.

“Lilith!” You whined, “Come back!”

“Hush, I’m coming.”

Walking back in the room, she was lugging a bag with her. The bright lettering told you that it was fertilizer. You waited as she poured some in the pot of the vines, patting it down over the topsoil.

It took a few moments and then the vines released you. You dropped to the ground suddenly, letting out a groan as you rolled onto your back. Lilith dropped the bag of fertiziler, helping you stand.

“Thank you,” You smiled, “Happy Anniversary, Lily.”

“Happy Anniversary, my darling.” Lilith grinned.

The witch leant up for a kiss, which you granted happily. Her lips were insistent and you met them with the same energy. Then you suddenly wrapped your arms around her waist, spinning her. Lilith squealed as you spun.

Being careful to avoid the candles around the room, you sat her on the edge of the bed. You sat at her side and pulled her into you. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, you looked at the way she grinned.

“Darling?” She whispered.

“Yes?”

“What did you do with Caspian?”

“You know those new watcher services? I hired one of those.”

“How… Caspian isn’t a normal pet…” Lilith said, a crease forming between her eyebrows.

“I included instructions.” You shrugged.

Lilith nodded, trying to let go of her worry. The clock on the wall reminded her of how late it was though. She looked back up at you.

“When were you supposed to pick him up?” She asked.

A look of complete and utter horror crossed your face. Lilith leaned away, resisting the urge to laugh again. You bolted from the room in search of your staff. She followed behind, grabbing said item from where it was leaning next to the door.

You took it gratefully, using one arm to pull her into a strong hug, kissing her soundly on the lips. If you didn’t have to go somewhere, her lips would have encouraged you to stay. You ran out of the door and took off with a wave.

“Fly safe!” She called after you.

“I will! I love you!” You yelled back.

“And I love you!”

She walked back into the house, knowing you’d return soon. She couldn’t help but shake her head with a laugh. Happy anniversary, indeed.

[kiki-shortsnout]

Do you angsty Loki/Tony/Stephen HC? Like during and after battle?

‘On a scale of one to ten, where is he?’

‘In terms of being angry? Oh, he’s definitely in the triple digits,’ Stephen answered, lifting Tony’s chin so he could see the gash on his forehead better.

Tony clenched his hands on the bathtub, hearing his fingertips squeak on the plastic as he gripped it, throbbing shards of agony streaking up his arm.

‘Hey, don’t do that,’ Stephen whispered in a low voice, reaching out to clasp Tony’s wrist. He tugged gently until Tony relinquished his grip, settling the hand into Tony’s lap, careful not to aggravate the bruised, damaged fingers.

Tony bounced his feet on the floor, curling his toes on the bathroom mat, focusing his gaze on it as if that could somehow settle his frantic thoughts. ‘It wasn’t me being stupid,’ he seethed, the venom coated words seeping out from his clenched teeth.

Stephen chose not to answer, the intricate lattice of his mandalas appearing around his wrists. He gestured down to the sterile needle and thread he’d left on a tray beside the bathtub, the inanimate objects floating into the air towards Stephen’s hands.

‘Where are you on the scale?’ Tony asked, trying to blink away the blood dripping into his eye as he watched Stephen thread the needle, his hands unusually steady from the help of his magic.

‘Double digits,’ Stephen’s voice was curt as he lifted the needle up to Tony’s face. Some of the furious anger making the muscles tight in his face bled out as Tony flinched. Grinding his teeth together, he tried to hold himself still as he fought against the panic creeping up on him, desperate not to make Stephen angrier than he was.

His gaze focused on the Cloak floating beside the bathroom cabinet, ready to pass Stephen anything else he needed. He hated this, hated that both his lovers were furious with him, that the happy memories of the time spent in the Sanctum bathroom were now becoming tainted with his bad decision. This was a place where he shared early morning showers with them both, indulging in soapy giggling as they washed each other, steam fogging the glass from their intimate times. Even this tub he was sat on served as a treasured memory, a place for hot baths and whispering affections, lingering hugs after battles, reassurance as the warm water soothed the aches and pains away.

‘Why not get magic to sew me up?’ Tony asked, chuckling to try and break the tension, wincing at the pain in his ribs.

‘Because my hands are more precise,’ Stephen muttered, distracted.

He knew better than this, he really did. Pepper had chewed him out enough over the years about it. It had been one of the pivotal reasons they’d ended their relationship years ago, her citing his reckless behavior, his no sense of self-preservation. Even Rhodey had spent countless hours over the years screaming at him about it. Tony couldn’t help it, there was something ingrained in him after all his years of being Iron Man.

In the heat of battle his entire world had condensed down to one thing.

Loki.

His lover had been distracted, not seeing the blast of energy hurtling towards his back. Tony had. He had seen Loki’s broad, defenseless back, had already seen the civilians who had succumbed to the villain’s weapon, people they couldn’t bring back. In that split second, Tony had seen someone he cared about, someone he loved in danger.

And he had acted.

‘You really should go to the hospital for all of this,’ Stephen said, finishing his stitches. He stood up and took a step back to examine his handy work.

‘No! No-’

‘I know, no hospitals,’ Stephen appeased, seeing the grip terror had upon Tony at the mere mention of the word. He hated hospitals, needles, he was only just tolerating Stephen’s care because he trusted the man.

Trust Tony had probably shattered with his impulsive decision.

‘Let’s take a look at the rest of you, arms up please,’ Stephen ordered, tugging at the edge of Tony’s t-shirt.

Without thinking about it, he did as he was told, anxious to at least have one of them not mad at him. He was able to bite back the scream of pain as he lifted his arms, but his grasp over his body wasn’t as strong, his vision blurring around the edges as he pitched forward. Stephen leapt into action to catch him, and the panicked yelp of his name allowed Tony to shove aside the unconsciousness threatening, concentrating on the here and now.

Keep it together.

‘Are you alright? Sorry, I’m still in doctor mode…I forgot I can…just stay still, I’ve got you,’ Stephen whispered. Tony felt a ripple of magic and then his t-shirt was gone, cold waves of air licking at his skin. Stephen’s touch was gentle as he probed the enormous blackening bruises on Tony’s side, but he couldn’t help the wounded yelp escaping as Stephen brushed against something painful, the noise amplified by the bathroom walls.

They both heard something crash to the floor outside, and Tony saw a flash of green magic illuminate the space under the bathroom door before footsteps stomped away.

‘None of your ribs are broken, or fractured, but it’s going to be very painful for the next few days. I’ve got something that can help ease the pain,’ Stephen murmured, his eyes narrowing as he examined Tony’s fingers.

Despite trusting Stephen, he flinched away, holding his arm close to his body, afraid to let Stephen near it. He’d had so many injuries to his left hand over the years that it was now sensitive, a vulnerable part of himself that he didn’t like others touching.

‘Tony, sweetheart, it’s alright, you can trust me. Let me see it, please,’ Stephen begged, and Tony couldn’t work out why he was upset, why he had anything to be upset about.

Am I going to lose them over this?

Pepper had already ended their relationship with him because of this, and he hadn’t learnt, couldn’t control his impulses. If anything, he cared about these two stubborn assholes more, couldn’t bear to think about them leaving because of the same reason.

I’m sorry.

‘No breaks here either, a torn ligament possibly and a few stretched tendons, I’ll wrap it up later, don’t use it for a few days.’

Stephen stretched his hand out to the Cloak, taking the adhesive gauze pad it was holding. He gave Tony another once over before bending down on his knees, brushing back Tony’s bangs so he could apply the pad, sealing the wound.

He caught Stephen’s wrists as his lover went to move away, clutching them as hard as he could, even as his fingers pulsated with pain.

‘I’m sorry,’ Tony blurted, closing his eyes against his angry tears. ‘I saw he was in danger and I…I just-’

‘Look at me, Tony.’ Stephen brought his hands to Tony’s face, encouraging his damaged hand back down. ‘For a split second there, I thought I’d lost you,’ Stephen murmured, hand cradling Tony’s jaw, the tremor back in his grip now his magic was gone. ‘You were just lying on the ground, not moving. We heard your body hit the floor, heard the…’ Stephen couldn’t finish his sentence, closing his eyes as he swallowed thickly.

He surged forward, seizing Tony in a hug, cradling the back of his head as he held him close to his body, quivering with his pent up fear, his anger at Tony, his relief.

‘Jesus, Tony. I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared in my life.’

‘I’m sorry, I just…I saw him and-’

‘I know, sweetheart, I know. I would’ve done the same, for either of you,’ Stephen swore, stretching back so he could rest their foreheads together, inhaling shakily. ‘I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.’

‘Me neither, but I know I’d always do everything in my power to save you both, even if that means flinging myself in front of some intergalactic laser beam from some wannabe villain,’ Tony joked, his own tears falling as he saw tears squeeze out from Stephen’s clenched eyelids.

They clutched each other, reassuring themselves that the other was alive and well, that despite Tony’s damaged and bruised state, they were both alive to fight another day.

‘Go talk to him. I can hear him pacing from here,’ Stephen murmured, leaning down to peck Tony’s lips with his own, careful of his split lip.

‘Alright.’ Tony got off the edge of the bathtub as he took a deep breath. He knew he had to face Loki, had to say sorry somehow, but suddenly the bathroom floor was looking like a great place to sleep on.

‘Tony?’ Stephen’s voice sounded like it was far away, and Tony tried to reach out for him, his arms feeling like they were wading through treacle. ‘Hold on, I’m going to put you in bed-’

‘No! I’ll never hear the end of it if he thinks I’m bedridden. Let me explain to him I’m fine and then we can go from there.’ Tony gritted his teeth as he hobbled out of the bathroom. He could do this, he’d defended the Earth against all sorts of threats, had been stabbed by Thanos and still managed to stand, he could make it to Loki.

The Sanctum hallway wavered for a moment, splashes of ruby from the rugs blurring together with the dark wood into a dizzying kaleidoscope of color and pain that Tony was victim to. A hand on his back centered him, forcing the world to stop spinning.

‘I thought I had to talk to Loki, alone?’ Tony questioned.

‘And last time I checked I was with you both? I might be mad at you too, but I’m not going to let you struggle all the way there,’ Stephen promised him.

Loki was pacing beside the oddly shaped window of the Sanctum, his arms clasped behind his back, his expression unreadable as he stamped.

‘Actually, the funhouse corridor is looking like a better option,’ Tony whispered, taking a step back into Stephen’s body.

‘I’m glad to see that you are in fact alive, despite my earlier conclusion,’ Loki snapped, coming to a standstill, his back to Tony.

‘Loki…I’m-’

‘Sorry? Sorry for putting yourself in danger? For not trusting me to watch myself in battle?

For making me think I’d lost you!’ Loki shouted, whirling on his heel and glaring at Tony. He could see blood staining Loki’s leather, knew it was his, could remember the terror on Loki’s face as he carried him away from battle, the way he frantically called his name.

Anthony! Please, Norns! I cannot…Stephen! Help me!

The words ricocheted around in his mind, Loki’s despair, his overwhelming fear of a few hours ago still potent in his memory. He met Loki’s gaze and any humor, any of his usual cocky brashness evaporated under the sheer fury radiating from Loki’s posture.

‘It was foolish of me to put my trust in you,’ Loki spat, his hands tightened into fists at his side, furious streaks of red straining his pale cheekbones.

Despite his shame, the pain coursing through his body like glass shards pumping through his veins, Tony took a challenging step forward, holding his ground even when he couldn’t quite see Loki clearly.

‘What did you want me to do? Stand there and let it happen?’

‘I expected you to trust me!’ Loki hissed.

‘And I do trust you! But in that moment, all I could see was that you were in danger! Someone I loved was in danger and I acted. I’m not sorry Loki, I’d do it again, a thousand times over if it would keep you safe!’

Loki’s frustration exploded from him in a blast of green energy. It washed over Tony and Stephen leaving them unaffected, but the glass cases of the artifacts shattered, flinging glass on the floor.

‘I did not ask you to sacrifice yourself like that for me. How do you think that would make me feel, how it would make Stephen feel if we lost you in such a way, you infuriating mortal!’

Tony tried to take another step forward, his brain trying to come up with a counterargument even as the world was pitching sideways, nausea scrabbling up his throat. It was all too much, the pain, the implications, and while he never backed away from a fight, Tony found that he couldn’t do it anymore.

‘Listen, I know you want to shout at me some more, hell you can punch me later if you want, and I know you’re trying to teach me a lesson right now, but could you please heal me? Can’t you take your anger out on me some other way?’ Tony begged as he crashed to one knee, sweat dripping off his body as he fell forward onto his uninjured hand.

‘What happened? I thought you said you could heal him! I knew I should’ve taken him to the healers at New Asgard!’ Loki shouted, suddenly beside Tony. He was rolled over onto his back, both of them looming over him with pale, waxen faces.

‘He needs rest Loki, he’s exhausted.’

‘Then why is he not in a bed!’ Loki demanded.

‘Because I’m sorry,’ Tony croaked, trying to rub his head against Loki’s leg, his limbs trembling as his body began to succumb to his exhaustion. Stephen lifted him, handing him over to Loki as he went to talk to the Cloak, barking instructions at it. Drained of any sort of fight, Tony went lax in the arms holding him, the jostling of Loki’s chest against his as he walked creating enough pain to keep him conscious, and he was ashamed of the guttural whine that escaped his mouth.

‘Put him down carefully and don’t aggravate him any further. You can shout at him later,’ Stephen instructed Loki, ready to chase the Asgardian out if he needed to.

Tony just wanted to sleep, wanted to burrow down into Stephen’s mattress and blankets and pass out, just so he could escape the pain and their wrath for a few hours. Cracking open his eye, he watched Stephen shut the blinds to his room, searching through his draws for something.

Loki made an intricate gesture with his fingers, and a ceramic pot fell out of thin air and into his palm. Opening the lid, a pungent smell pierced the air, a woodsy mint tang, almost like eucalyptus. Tony sucked in a sharp inhale through his teeth as Loki smeared the white salve over his ribs, his gaze flicking up in a tormented expression as Tony struggled to hold himself still.

‘You really thought… Anthony…you really believe I would punish you in such a way, that I would not heal you if I were able?’ Loki asked, fingers feather-light over his skin.

‘You’re really mad at me,’ Tony gasped, tossing his head back against the pillow at the flash of heat settling into his skin.

‘Loki’s magic doesn’t work in that way, he’s not a healer,’ Stephen explained, carefully settling on the bed on Tony’s other side, running his fingers through Tony’s hair.

‘No matter my anger, I would not punish you in such a way. Do you not think it pains me to see you like this, to know I did not do enough to prevent it, to be reminded of just how fragile you are!’ Loki angrily muttered. ‘Give me your hand.’

Just as he had with Stephen, Tony initially refused, wrapping his free arm around his elbow, hiding his hand away from them both.

‘Anthony…’ Loki gasped.

‘Loki, sweetheart, Tony’s had a lot of serious injuries to that hand, still suffers from some of the mental trauma. It’s not that he doesn’t trust you.’

‘Anthony, beloved, you can trust me. Listen to me, focus on your ribs, you must be able to feel the clutches of agony loosening their hold on you.’

Tony could, his breathing was easier, but he still held his arm close, his fear mingling with the old horrors of previous betrayals.

‘Tony?’ Stephen questioned.

‘Don’t leave,’ Tony whispered, ‘I’m sorry for what I did, for being who I am, but-’

Loki silenced him with a fierce kiss, holding Tony’s face in his hands, waiting until their gazes locked.

‘Nothing is worth your life, especially not mine,’ Loki told him viciously. ‘I am honored by the depths of your love for me, touched that you find me worthy, but I am more resilient than you, stronger because of my heritage. There is not much in this universe that can harm me, but there is so much that can harm you,’ Loki told him, his eyes going filmy wet.

‘I can’t lose you, Lokes, can’t lose either of you.’ Tony stretched forward to kiss him again, tentatively offering his hand for treatment.

Loki took it, his touch tender as he applied the salve. Tony didn’t watch as he worked, nuzzling his face into Stephen’s chest, breathing him in, inhaling the lingering scent of battle and sweat.

‘Ah, took you long enough. Tony, I need you to sit up for a second, come on.’ He reached a hand beneath Tony’s head, encouraging him to sit up, supporting his weight. The Cloak dropped something into Stephen’s hand, draping itself over Tony’s legs, its collar fluttering at the bruises on Tony’s chest. ‘Open up, sweetheart.’

Tony did as he was asked, grimacing against the bitter pills placed on his tongue, fighting the urge to spit them out, glaring up at Stephen.

‘They’ll put you to sleep but they’ll help, I promise,’ Stephen swore, holding a glass of water to his lips.

‘Sorry,’ he croaked again once he finished drinking, scrunching his eyes up as Stephen lay him back down.

‘No, I am sorry for being angry, for fighting with you while you were injured, for making you believe that I would allow you to suffer in such a way. I wish I were a healer, that I did not have to watch you endure this alone.’

Tony flexed the fingers of his injured hand, laughing a little in relief as the pain receded to a dull ache. ‘Come lay down with me, I think I need sleep,’ he requested. He usually grumbled at how soft Stephen’s mattress was, preferring a firmer mattress, but right now it felt heavenly. He wriggled down further into the blankets, sighing loudly as both his lovers flanked him.

‘Sorry again,’ he whispered, holding back his tears as he felt twin kisses on his forehead.

‘Sleep beloved, we will watch over you,’ Loki told him, the edge of his finger stroking over the bridge of Tony’s nose.

‘We’ll tell you off when you wake up, douchebag,’ Stephen added, snaking an arm cautiously over Tony’s shoulders.

Despite the feeling of his battered body, Tony found himself falling asleep quickly, the sounds of his partners whispering, the soothing strokes to his body and the medication all sending him into a dreamless sleep.

[btsinwonderland]

A Drop of Poison - Ch. 3: The Library

A Loki fanfiction!

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You placed your books on the nightstand and slumped onto your bed. The pillows caught your face in a soft hug and you felt the weight of the entire day sink into you. Your roommates were gone nearly all the time, working most hours of the night in the common room study area. It used to be lonely, constantly coming back to a room with three empty beds, but now you reveled in the emptiness.

He deserves it.

Professor Heimdall’s words bounced around in your mind.

He killed someone. A close friend of his father’s.

You tried picturing a younger version of your professor, whom you barely knew, being trapped in Azkaban. Is he truly a murderer? You thought about that and could not find a simple answer. Sure, he had a cold disposition. However, it was encased in a strange, jovial warmth that both intimidated and intrigued you.

His cool blue eyes entered your mind, and you wondered what sort of menacing secrets he held behind them. As awful as you tried to make him, there was something about it all that did not feel right. The way his lips subtly twitched when he threw ingredients into the cauldron and the way his eyes lit up when the students applauded him did not scream “evil” to you. You pictured his face in your vision and the fear in his eyes as the dead surrounded him. It was the face of a man trapped in a hopeless situation.

Professor Heimdall was not usually so clinical about his judgments. It surprised you he doled out such a firm statement. And to listen to him tell you that you were having silly dreams was even worse.

Freya…

Why had he uttered your name? That alone was proof enough. He needed your help. Professor Heimdall was hiding something else from you and you needed to find out what it was. Fine Heimdall, if you won’t help me, then I’ll do it myself.

You walked out of the common room and headed to the courtyard. Dusk was approaching, but there were still some students out, so your presence was not too suspicious. You walked across a couple lounging on a picnic blanket. The boy had his head in his partner’s lap. They giggled about something and took no notice of anyone else in their vicinity. You smiled at their affections wistfully.

The grass was freshly cut, and the air had a rich smell to it. You walked over to your favourite willow tree - the one that did not whomp - and sat at the trunk. There was a breeze which picked up your curly locks and moved them about your face. You tied your thick hair back and crossed your legs.

You breathed in and out, trying to remember Heimdall’s exercises. The scent of flowers in bloom distracted you for a few minutes until you could grasp some focus. It took several seconds of listening to your breath until you found yourself in a calm state. Your thoughts slipped out of your mind like water through your fingers. Your mind was empty, waiting to be filled. In this state of bored concentration, you felt the stirring of a question: What must I do?

It was the only question that floated in your mind; like a cloud drifting across a clear sky. Then you pictured something. A blurry image that slowly came into focus. It was a book, but the letters were unintelligible. It was on the shelves of the restricted section. The book was dark red, leather bound and cracked along the spine. As the image cleared, you saw the title: “Spells for the Common House Cat”.

“What the hell?” You said aloud. The vision dissolved as soon as you lost focus. You leaned back on the trunk and repeated the ridiculous title to yourself. Perhaps Heimdall was right, and it was all just a silly dream. How could this have been an important vision?

Your first impulse was to return to the common room, go to sleep and forget about the whole damned thing. Instead, you found yourself calculating how to get to the library unseen. Your impulse control was failing you as of late.

It was half an hour before it would be inappropriate to be out and about on the grounds. The sky was darkening quickly. You dashed past Skurge as he grumpily mopped the floors and slid into the library. There was a section on Magical Tax Law near the back you hid in; the books and the floor were so dusty here that you hoped no one would find you.

A few aisles away, there were students roaming the shelves.

“Come on Victoria, I can barely read anymore my eyes are going to fall out!” A low voice said.

“You’re clearly going to fail potions. We have our O.W.L.’s this year and I have to at least get Exceeds Expectations,” said a voice, higher pitched.

Fifth year potions, you thought. It was already an immensely tough course at the time with Professor Rattowl. You felt sympathy for the students.

“Have you heard, Laufeyson’s carryin’ the Slytherin name? He’s been to Azkaban,” said the boy.

The girl, Victoria, gasped. “What! How could they let him teach here?”

The boy said, “well we know how he got the job, when mum’s Headmistress, I guess they'll let anybody do it. I don’t feel safe knowing some felon is creeping around in the school.”

“Yeah, he must have done something awful to get into Azkaban,” she said.

“You know what I think?” he said.

“What?”

As their feet shuffled away, you barely caught his words. “I don’t think it’s no coincidence Rattowl bit the dust right before Laufeyson got here.”

The rest of the conversation was unintelligible whispers as you stood there like a stone and mulled over what they said. After a long silence, you heard the last student leave. The door ominously shut, and the sound echoed through the library. The flames in every lantern went out in succession. You looked out the glass windows, as moonlight was now the only natural luminance that could guide you in the dark.

Their words did not deter you from your path, though the questionable nature of Professor Rattowl’s demise was a new addition to your list of “things to investigate”. Your thoughts dispersed when you heard Skurge coming with his bucket and mop. The wheel squeaked loudly, and you thanked the bucket gods.

You darted into the restricted section. The door had a latch on it, which you carefully opened with your wand, trying not to make a sound. The restricted section was decently large, with tall shelves lining the entire wall. At the back of the area, was a cabinet where several scrolls were placed in rows of small, square cubbies. The bottom part had a cabinet just large enough for two precocious sixth year students to hide in. The doors had a large square cutout where a lattice covering was added. Lucky for those students, they could see if anyone was coming.

You smiled to yourself as you walked over to the cabinet and opened the door. On the bottom right, just above the hinge, was a carving in the wood. “Bad bitches make good witches”. You silently laughed to yourself at Valkyrie’s idea of ‘leaving a mark’.

Long tables extended across the area surrounded by uncomfortable looking wooden chairs. You walked over to the shelves and searched across the volumes for that strangely titled book about cats. Maybe you were crazy, but it was far too late to turn back now.

“Where could you be?” You whispered as your fingers traced the chains along the spine of a book that was as thick as your head.

The sound of the squeaky wheel came from a few bookcases away, and your heart fluttered nervously. You looked at the entrance to the restricted section and wondered if you could make an escape unnoticed. But it was too dangerous, so you crawled inside the bottom of the cabinet and shut the door just as Skurge came by. He was humming to himself and scanned the premises as he mopped. After a few minutes, he continued down the aisles and you no longer heard his voice.

You sighed and were about to crawl out of the cabinet when you heard voices. You went back into position and closed the door, staying absolutely still.

First you heard a woman’s voice. She was laughing in a flirty sort of way.

Then you heard another voice, deeper. “You’re a bad influence, aren’t you?” Your stomach dropped. It was Professor Laufeyson’s voice.

“Hmmm, let’s go in here, Skurge is done with his rounds.”

Was that Professor Sif? Your suspicions were confirmed when you saw Sif and Laufeyson enter the restricted section. She led him by the hand to the table in front of the cabinet where you hid. She leaned back on it and you saw her undo the clasp in her bun as Laufeyson approached her. Her black hair cascaded down her shoulders seductively. The look in Laufeyson’s eyes caused a tremor through your body. You wondered if Sif was blushing as hard as you were.

Your heart rate shot up when her hand reached over to him as she unbuttoned his shirt. He ran his hand down her arm and you closed your eyes, unsure of what to do. Of all the places to be, of all the worst times.

“You are quite a minx, aren’t you?” He said in a low voice. It was almost a purr.

Your eyes snapped open to look at him. His gaze was curious and inviting. He cupped Sif’s face and when his pink tongue came out to lick his lips, you bit yours to keep from breathing too loudly.

“Only when I want to be,” she said.

They kissed. You could hear the smacking of lips and clashing of tongues. You nearly gasped and put a hand on your mouth to stop yourself. A part of you felt guilty watching such a lewd display, but you could not look away.

She slipped off her cloak to reveal a blue button up blouse and black skirt. She undid the blouse. You saw him move her hair aside and kiss her neck. He traced his tongue up her jawline and sucked on her earlobe. Dear lord, help me. You wished you were anywhere else, and yet your nipples hardened underneath your bra.

“Why my brother doesn’t see the beauty of what you are, I know not,” he said, running a hand up her stomach. She moaned a little and leaned back further so that she was sitting on the edge of the table.

“He doesn’t know what he’s missing out on,” she said between breaths.

“Why don’t you show me?” He said as he pushed her down on the table and opened her blouse. You saw her breasts openly now as he walked in between her legs.

She hoisted up her skirt while he undid his pants. Your mouth was gaping open. Sif lifted herself up on her elbows so you could no longer see past Laufeyson’s belly button anymore. You moved your head up for a better view, but hit your head on the roof of the cabinet. Your heart stopped as you looked through the hatching and saw him look in your direction. Surprise flashed on his face for the briefest of seconds before he arranged his features back into an aroused state.

Professor Sif turned her head, “what was tha- “

He rammed himself into her, and she cried out with a gasp. She writhed on the table, arching her back. He placed his hands on her breasts and pinched her pink nipples as he thrust into her. You watched shamelessly, with a hand on our mouth as your body reacted to the scene. You looked up at his face and froze when you saw him looking right at you. He held her down and thrust into her with an almost violent ferocity. You felt a strange heat in your entire body as his gaze transfixed you in such a grossly inappropriate state.

He came in a short groan, eyes only leaving you once Professor Sif got up. Her skin almost glowed from the sweat and you wondered if that afterglow was always so beautiful.

“That was…” she said in a dreamy voice.

She slowly buttoned up her clothes. There was a section of hair at the back of her head that was sticking up. You might have laughed had you not been thinking about the needful look on Laufeyson’s face just before he came. It was seared into your mind and you felt your lower abdomen tighten at the thought.

The professor did up his pants and walked towards the cabinet, looking at you with an unreadable expression, eyebrows drawn in. A lock of hair fell around his temples, and he pushed it back with his hand. His abdominal muscles were clearly visible as he buttoned up his shirt. You saw the slanted lines on his hips that led to a place that you dared not imagine. Heat rippled through you at the notion.

He turned around in front of you so that all you could see were the backs of his black trousers. Was he...blocking you from view so that Professor Sif would not see? Surely not.

“Now, can you tell me where Odin’s journals are?” Professor Laufeyson said.

“What?”

“Oh, you know, there were certain…works that Odin wrote and left here. What I was talking about earlier today. Do you know where they are? I would imagine they’d be here in the restricted section. Though I have looked and there’s not much, that’s useful here.”

She straightened her shirt and looked at him. “I believe Headmistress Frigga had a cleaning done and removed several books from this section. They may be somewhere in her office now.”

“Ah, I see.” He leaned back on the cabinet.

“Is this why you wanted us to come to the library?” She scoffed. “Loki, you could have just asked if all you wanted were your father’s books,” Sif said.

Professor Sif said no more, rushing out of the restricted section and slamming the door.

Professor Laufeyson called to her, “as I recall, I came to you with a question. And you took our conversation elsewhere.” He lowered his voice then. “Nonetheless, this was far more entertaining,” he said, drumming his fingers on the surface just above you. He stepped away from the cabinet, and headed out the door without another word.

Your heart pounded in your ears. What the hell had you gotten yourself into?

[dianasson]

First visit to Salem (shocking, I know). So grateful that Demetri convinced me it was worth it. 🖤

1 & 8 📸 taken by Demetri 😚

Featuring a lot of pottery, a hop into Danvers, hours of nerding over prints, surprise datura, Samantha from Bewitched, that house, and Allison's house from Hocus-Pocus!

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[Image descriptions:

(1) Me standing among a bunch of pottery cabinets, wearing a swirly blue and gold shirt that’s pretty darn transparent

(2) A stone monument of a book on a raised platform flanked by iron handcuffs. Behind is a stone wall with an abstract image of a 17th century judge. There is writing on the wall behind, and the book’s platform has old hex signs carved into it and these words below: “IN MEMORY OF THOSE INNOCENTS WHO DIED DURING THE SALEM VILLAGE WITCHCRAFT HYSTERIA OF 1692”

(3) A packed store of art prints, candles, books, and plants looking very spooky and dark (Black Veil Tattoo)

(4) Close-up spiky, green leaves of a budding datura in a garden. Some small blue flowers can be seen below in the soil

(5) Demetri and I posing by a bronze statue of Samantha from Bewitched, who is smiling from her broomstick on a cloud in front of the moon. Behind us is a city square

(6) Demetri and I smiling in front of a darkly painted 17th century house with lattice windows

(7) Me posing with a 3 story white house with black shutters and a large white gate

End descriptions.]

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Here's a cute 2018 home in Kill Devil Hills, NC. The 3bd, 3ba home was built by an architect to specifically be low-maintenance. Asking $679,990, it can be a main residence, summer home, or short term rental. I always look at a home as a primary, b/c who can afford a summer home, let alone a primary?

I like the mauve entrance door and the little foyer.

Immediately to the right is a powder room. That's great if you come home and really have to "go." I like how the sink matches the wall.

It's open concept and sunny. The living room area faces the large windows in the front of the house, then comes the dining area in the middle, then the kitchen.

It's cute, and the girder-like ceiling give it a little industrial look.

The way they did the backsplash makes it look like a lattice.

There's plenty space for a dining table and there's a built-in cabinet recessed in the wall.

The living room area is very large.

Look at the cute sunporch.

The primary bedroom is interesting. It faces the front windows.

Small pony wall in the corner for a built-in desk.

The bath is spacious. Nice large double sink in a dark gray looks good.

Plus a large shower.

This house doesn't look as big from the front. The closet is huge and it has a built-in dresser that matches the sink cabinet in the bathroom.

This looks like a hall and an open door to the 2nd bedroom.

This is interesting- as soon as you enter, there's a sink and behind it is a toilet and a shower. Remember, the architect who designed it lives here, himself.

Beyond the bathroom area is the bedroom.

Across the hall is the 3rd bedroom that is set up exactly like the 2nd bedroom with the sink and a shower room behind it.

The only difference is that it doesn't have the windows that the other bedroom has.

Since parking is under the house, and there's no garage, I didn't expect a workroom.

There's a small yard with a patio. The lot is .25 acre.

Looks like a cul-de-sac situation.

It's near the Albemarle Sound.

But, the community uses this big pool that's right on the Sound.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/106-Prince-Charles-Ct-LOT-45-Kill-Devil-Hills-NC-27948/2112348875_zpid/