#magic drink

[siremasterlawrence]

Destined To Be

“Hey it’s Wilson! Can I see you today?”

“Excuse me! Where have you been?”

“I know! I am sorry!”

“You can’t keep saying that”

“I want to see you “

“Why? Why now?”

“I trust you “

“And?”

“I love you”

“Fine! Fine!”

“I’ll text you the details”

“Thank you Master!”

“I’ll see you “

“Wow! You early “

“Anything for you ?”

“You have a hour”

“Let’s get us…you and me a drink”

“One drink”

“A nice stiff drink “

“Just what you needed?”

“Yes Sir! Please talk to me”

“What the hell do you want?”

“You and you “

“I love you “

“Yes you said that”

“It is true “

“I am still going to the movie so”

“I’ll join you “

“You have a few drinks “

“I am not drunk”

“Ugh! Take a sip of this”

“One sip feeling like a thousand “

“Uuuuggghhhh! Fffuuuccckkk”

“I am so hazed”

“Be a good boi”

“Obey me”

Two movies and four hours later I say I am attending the bathroom as I escape the area but he is gone when I return to the scene to see him laying on his truckat the back parking lot of his car.He is standing up with his back facing the trunk of the car laying on it with a very red bright colored car as he stands up to greet me.He smirks walking over to me with open arms

He wraps over me till they land on my skinny shoulders sliding down to my ass as he from and groping it tightly as to see don’t leave me Master but he needing me now and my dear forever. It pitch of the darkness his lips touch mine closely kissing me slowly one hit at a time and we make out increasingly with love, lust and desire growing stronger then ever.

“You cannot win me over like that”

“Oh God!”

“Don’t start”

“Come on Master”

“Need a place “

“Can’t serve outside “

“Only want sex”

“All you guys “

“Sir stop”

“All the same”

“You never change “

“What the fuck?”

White tee and jeans in all looking so damn as fuck sexy and with that bleach blonde hair blowing in the wind with his back to the car and a beer in his hand I see him waiting for me. Unbelievable! He tracks me down at my place like an obsessive freaky stalker to my said I can’t believe him but it’s my fault for reprogramming him to serve me on all levels.

He smiles at me waving me over as he took my hand pulling me in to him as I sense all of his scents filling up the car to the brim as we roll the windows down and he hugs me again. I cannot accept the fact that he is so deeply in love with me with the passion of the wild cat wanting me to ram him to kingdoms come but that is all that matters to me.

“You missed me?”

“Of course Master”

“I love you “

“I love you too”

“Can I take you home Sir

“Excuse me!”

“Back to my place “

“Boi! Drive me “

“Yyyeeessss! My life is yours “

“Can you move in?”

“Fucker! How do you….”

“I desire you most! Tell me what you want”

“Succumb to me”

“I already have “

“Love me”

“You swept me up”

“Kiss me”

“Hell yes Sire!”

“Get the sunlight away from me”

“Good morning “

“Good morning Master”

“Here is some coffee”

“You made me some?”

“It’s my job”

“Take care of me”

“All day?”

“It’s your life”

“I am cooking breakfast “

“Thank you boi!”

“You never need to thank me”

“Will you marry me?”

“Huh?”

“I want to be all yours “

“I can’t …I won’t boi”

“I am begging you “

“Then get on your knees “

“Yes Master”

“As you wish”

“What would you do?”

“Here are my keys”

“My home”

“My car”

“That is not”

“Enough?”

“You are aggravating me”

“So damn frustrating “

“Master please “

“You are a asshole”

“Why boi?”

“You won’t accept me?”

“You love me”

“More than anything to the world”

“And back”

“Multiple times “

The end

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[tenth-sentence]

It was something he had never tasted before, very sweet and foamy and creamy, and it warmed him right down to his toes.

"The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe" - C. S. Lewis

[sadirjewelry]

˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊ Would you care for a drink? ＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚

[whats-in-a-sentence]

The dwarf immediately took this and handed it to Edmund with a bow and a smile; not a very nice smile.

"The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe" - C. S. Lewis

[morelanaxu]

[be-an-echo]

✨ girl dad Joel ✨

made for @kokureno

[tsuutarr]

You almost scream when something falls into your basket, certain that you'll have to deal with a large bug. 

You soon calm down when you realize that your sudden visitor isn't a bug, but a tired garden fairy. He leans against your basket, looking worn out, causing sympathy to well up inside you. You push some of the berries inside your basket his way, causing his eyes to brighten.

After that, you've had a little fairy stalker following you around everywhere. But you don't mind – he's cute and harmless, after all. He fits into all your dollhouses and gets full eating just a few berries, so there's no way he's anything dangerous. 

In fact, he helps you out a lot! He makes you tea and helps you clean despite being so tiny. And it's really cute when he sits on your shoulder or gives you little cheek kisses or little gifts! You're still wearing that necklace with an adorable acorn charm he made you.

So of course you appreciate his company. Besides, you've been feeling a little lonely as of late, what with so many of your friends getting sick lately. You're not sure how you avoided the weird stomach bug that's been going around, but you don't really question it.

Because really, why would you ever question it? It's not like you're aware that your new little fairy friend enchanted that necklace of yours to make your friends sick whenever they talk to you, nor are you aware that he's been feeding you enchanted tea to make you more fae than human, hoping to whisk you away to the fairy realm.

Because really, why would you ever doubt him?

He's so cute and harmless, after all.

[butteryplanet]

kitchen ghosts

[thevoidstaredback]

It's always graveyards. Why is it always graveyards? They're creepy as hell and, well... that's it. On the bright side, the Protection Spirits watching the gates recognize him and realize the danger he's in. Well, maybe he wasn't in real danger because the Bats and Birds don't really do the whole purposefully harming civilians things, but they are scary as hell! Chasing him down like a bat straight outta hell- obviously he was gonna run! They cornered him! Maybe he'll invest in getting them lessons in how to interact with people in and out of costume?

Honestly, Nightwing, Danny expected better of you. At least Red Hood and Signal know how to treat innocents.

Here's the thing about Protection and Guardian Spirits, though. They don't like intruders. If you're running from something and you don't have time to ask permission to enter, you best say "thank you" and bring them shiny things on your next visit. If you do have time to ask permission, you ask permission. If they think you're a threat or rude, they won't let you enter whatever they're guarding.

"Thank you," Danny said as he slowed to a walk further into the graveyard, the sound of the gates slamming closed behind him confirmation that the Bat and his gaggle wouldn't be following him in.

Wasting no time, Danny pulled a piece of chalk from his pocket. It was a handy little thing he'd picked up during his stay in the House of Mysteries. Draw and door, tell it where you wanna go, open it, and go through! Beetlejuice style. Though, unlike what the Handbook for the Recently Deceased says, these doors won't actually open a door to the afterlife. He fixed that tiny glitch a while ago.

Anyway, a quick few chalk lines on the side of a mausoleum later, and Danny was opening a door to Fawcett, Philadelphia. Probably not the best choice, considering that he was trying to stay away from the Justice League, but it's better than Metropolis.

"Whoa." Damn it! He should've stayed home. "What was that, mister?"

Danny made sure the door closed behind him, praying for strength. Why did he feel like several deities were laughing at him? "Hey, kid. Can you, um, maybe not say anything about that?"

The kid, short brown hair and a red jacket stood out the most to Danny for some reason, seemed very amused. "You're gonna have to buy my silence."

Again, Danny let out a quiet, long suffering sigh. "Coffee is so not worth it." Looking at the kid, he said, "Alright, fine. I was getting coffee anyway, I'll buy ya lunch. Know any good places?"

Grinning, the kid cheered, "Hell yeah! Follow me!"

Resigned, Danny followed after the kid, easily keeping pace. About a block later, he figured he should probably get the kid's name. "I'm Danny."

"Billy."

"No last name?"

"Fae rules, dude. What's your excuse?"

He had to give it to him. "Touché."

Another three blocks of walking, Billy finally stopped at a cafe. It was a quaint place with stained white brick and a dark grey roof. There were metal chairs and tables outside the building surrounded by a wrought iron fence. The table umbrellas and the awning over the black door were light blue, matching the curtains in the inside.

The inside walls were painted baby blue with a white ceiling and a pinewood floor. The tables and chairs were all stained black with light pink cushions and table cloths. The curtains, as observed before, were all baby blue, tied back with baby pink ribbons. The lights were barely yellow, giving the room a warm feel. The counters were white with black paneling on the outside and white granite as the tops.

"Welcome in," the young man at the register greeted with a smile, "What can I get you two started with today?"

Danny envied the man. He'd obviously not been doing this long enough to gain the veteran's shine to his eye. He turned to look at the menu after telling Billy to get whatever he wanted. A mistake he'll probably pay for. "I'd like a large Red Eye, equal parts coffee and espresso, with cinnamon, honey, chocolate syrup, mint, and vodka, please."

The 'newbie' light in the man's eyes dimmed a little bit. "Um, we don't carry vodka." Glad that's the only thing he's worried about. Priorities.

Danny clicked his tongue. "Oh, well, it was worth a shot. I'd like everything else, though, please. Mix it at your own discretion."

"Alright," he was very valiant to go back to grinning, "Anything else?"

Danny motioned for Billy and the kid stepped up. "Can I get a large mocha, three chocolate chip cookies, and two sandwiches?"

The blond entered the order. "Of course! That'll be $25.37." A quick card swipe from Danny. "Thank you very much, we'll have your order out to you soon!"

The two didn't say a word as they chose a table in the corner. Danny let Billy take the seat that was open to the rest of the cafe so he wouldn't feel cornered. He had a good view of the door, though, so he wasn't complaining.

"So, how'd you do that?" Billy asked after they'd gotten their orders.

"How'd I do what?" Danny sipped his drink.

"How'd you walk outta that wall? It's solid!"

"Magic."

"I guessed that much."

"Then why'd you ask?"

"Will you teach me?"

"No."

"You didn't even think about it!"

"Okay," He paused. "No."

"Not fair." he pouted.

Putting his drink on the table, Danny summed as much fake-it-till-you-make-it energy as he could. "Magic isn't a toy and takes years of practice to get a handle on, not to mention you have to actually have an aptitude for it before you can even try. Besides, I don't know you nearly well enough to trust you with anything else."

Billy finished the cookie he was eating. "I can do it! You just gotta teach me!"

Another sigh that Danny had stopped counting. "Look, you seem like a good kid, but I'm not gonna teach you magic."

"Why not!"

"However," he continued, ignoring the demand, "I'm not gonna leave ya fully defenselessness."

"What do you mean?" Billy backed away slightly, his eyes narrowing as he moved to be able to run quickly.

Another sip. "Based off of the dirt you're covered in, the grease in your hair, and the overall poor condition of your clothes, I'm gonna bet that you're a street kid. So," he pulled a small card from his pocket, very aware that Billy was watching his hand aptly, "I'm going to leave you with this."

Slowly, the brunet took it and turned it over. "What it is?"

The white card had the initials DP in the middle, circled by an Ouroboros. The initials were completely solid, but the snake of the Ouroboros was made up of tiny runes of protection and health and healing and good fortune.

"My calling card. If you're ever in danger, hold that to your chest and ask for help. I'll be there."

Still obviously suspicious, Billy took a moment to scrutinize the card. It was cute to watch the kid act like he knew what he was looking at or for. When he seemed satisfied, he shoved the card into the inner pocket sewn into his jacket. "Thanks."

"No problem, kid," Pulling out his phone, Danny saw the time and stood, "I've gotta go now. I assume I've sufficiently bought your silence on the whole magic thing?"

Billy grinned, "I guess, but you gotta come visit me, okay?"

He chuckled, "Sure thing. See ya."

Part 2 Part 4

(I don't drink coffee, so Idk how that shit works)

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[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 185

No one could get into contact with Constantine. 

Now usually that wasn’t that big of a deal, the man constantly disappeared for a few days at a time doing something or other, but he’d been completely silent and unseen for months. Usually he’ll at least answer a call to tell them to fuck off or something. 

And they really need his expertise and are getting incredibly worried for their grumpy team member. Yes he’s an asshole, but he’s their asshole, y’know? And he has a habit of getting into Situations (sure he also usually gets out of them, but what if he didn’t this time?!) 

So they’re desperate. Kind of really desperate. Desperate enough to use the summoning sigil they found on his fridge. They’d checked it, multiple times, and it should summon the hellblazer. 

“You’re not Constantine.” . 

The white-haired teen in the circle yawned, stretching and blinking at them blandly with familiar blue eyes before sighing. “Actually I am,” he stuffed his hands into his hoodie as he looked down at the summoning circle. “Well, technically just one of the many Laughing Magicians currently in the Realms.” 

He gave a grin, looking more amused than annoyed. “Pretty much every one of us is in the Realms right now for family reunion lol. (Did he just say lol out loud??) So like, you’re gonna have to specify which of us you’re tryin’ to summon. Honestly perfect timing for me thanks, the fruitloop keeps flirting with John and it’s horrific so.” 

… That was probably their John, wasn’t it…

[edorazzi]

Page 32 of my Miraculous Mentor AU comic A Matter of Trust! In which Felix summons the confidence to open up to someone else, and the Miraculous begin to find their balance! ☯️⚖️

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[cubbihue]

A common misconception about Fairy Crowns is that it indicates the emotions a Fairy has. This is not true. A Fairy's Crown is purely an indication of their magical energy, as magic is directly connected to their health.

A crown losing its form is an indication that the flow of their magic is fluctuating, which humans often mistaken it as high emotions. Humans should be wary of Fairies with visible fluctuating magic, as it can mean that they are about to impulsively use magic in an erratic or dangerous manner.

Thankfully, crowns cannot do direct harm to others, and Fairies cannot do magic without a wand! Take their wand, and they won't do you harm!!

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[zombiepatch]

(as seen in scott’s new vid) dude this and the Way he said it absolutely killed me

plus have a version with the table visible because it’s important:

[vanmarkus]

EVAN BUCKLEY + his style over the years ↳ part 17/?

[adequately]

現代の駄菓子レポート51 ビンのラムネを集めてみた。