#magic elixer

[reality-detective]

UK HAS A PROBLEM: Excess deaths are up a staggering 22% among 1 to 14-year-olds. The magic elixir? 🤔

[antiquatedsimmer]

The Potion & Pint Brew & Elixer burnt down now there is only the POTION & PINT♥

A Bar & Magic Shop/lounge/restaurant whatever u want it to be for ur witchy sims! NOCC is available on the Gallery

the Potion & Pint ID: Pathesis Lot: Brew & Elixers 30x20

[ragingcitrustree]

I desperately want to feed a partner my tiddy juice. Right from the tap sure but also used as a cooking ingredient.

BUT MY FUCKIN HUSBANDS JAW HURTS IF HE SUCKS MY TIDDIES TOO LONG

Anyways I’m a relationship anarchist and I am taking petitions.

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[evergreenperi]

Literally so gorgeous!! 💜💛

Jei is the best!

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I had a bunch of pinnterest things that just fit @elixermv perfectly

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Comfort - Cassian Pt.1

Summary: MC has a hard time coping with Rhys, her brother, being under the mountain. She originally leans to alcohol until Cassian confronts her to lean on something else...

Warnings: Alcohol abuse, mentions of vomit only at the beginning. Mentions of smut but nothing detailed (sorry)

Word count: 2k

"Oh, gods," Cassian groaned. He gagged, stuffing his nose into his arm to try not to smell it.

"You can leave," I slurred. My head was currently in a toilet, puking my guts out. Cassian was behind me, holding my hair back.

"Yeah and let your drunk ass choke on your own vomit and die? Don't think so." He gagged again as I threw up again.

"I'm not drunk," I replied. I was so very drunk. Of course I would never admit that cause that would mean he was right. And I don't like when he's right.

"We're having a long talk in the morning. You can't keep doing this every night." His voice was soft and full of concern. I wouldn't remember this conversation by the morning.

I would wake up with a pounding headache. A glass of water and a piece of bread with an elixer to help with the headache on the nightstand by my bed. I would see a fresh pair of clothes layed out in the bathroom beside a warm bath, kept warm from the magic of the house.

After my bath I would go back to sleep and wake up around lunch time. I would go to the kitchen and most likely find Cassian and/or Mor sitting at the table eating lunch. We wouldn't say anything to each other. I would eat lunch and then go about my day with whatever duties was needed of me. That following night I would either drink myself into the same pattern or cry myself to sleep.

I couldn't deal with my emotions very well. It seemed like everything was always heightened, especially sadness and anger. I found it hard to cope which is why I leaned toward alcohol. Just to numb it all. The night I didn't drink was punishment to myself. The guilty feeling just made me want to feel it all. I couldn't do anything to help him.

That next morning was different though. There was nothing layed out for me like usual. I deserve that. I never deserved Cassian's gentleness in the first place. It was never spoken but I always know it was him who left the stuff for me. Guess last night was the final straw. Whatever... I didn't care.

I ran my own bath and changed into clean clothes. I brushed my hair and pulled it up away from my face. I walked out of my bedroom in the House of Wind and went downstairs to the kitchen.

Cassian, Azriel and Mor were all there. I knew if they weren't out early in the morning they ate breakfast together sometimes. Rhys and I would join a lot in the past before but...

I wasn't ever awake for breakfast nowadays. If I was up that early I would skip breakfast and spar with Azriel at Windhaven. It felt like forever that I had been in the same room as all three of them. Thank the gods Amren wasn't here.

"Good, you're awake!" Cassian said loudly. I winced and closed my eyes. He did that on purpose.

"Would you mind keeping your voice down, please?" I whispered. I sat down at the table with them and some hot tea appeared in front of me. I loved this house.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Do you have a headache or something?" He didn't lower his voice. He was angry. That's fine.

"Azriel, there is something I wanted to show you," Mor said to him.

"Right, you mentioned you wanted to show me that. How about now?" Azriel replied. They both stood up from the table and walked quickly out of the dining room.

"You guys aren't slick." I rolled my eyes. I knew what they were doing.

"The drinking has to stop." Cassian went straight to the point. "You're not helping yourself."

"You don't get to dictate how I deal with my pain," I replied taking a sip of my tea.

"It's been 10 years," Cassians voice was soft and quiet now. "You have to find something else to lean on. You're going to drink yourself to death and I-... We can't lose you too."

I couldn't help the tears roll down my face.

"Our brother is in the hands of a monster. I cannot imagine the horrors he is going through and there is nothing I can do to help him! I can't save him, Cass... I can't free him. I do not know if he is okay. And I miss him so so much."

I hadn't let myself cry in front of my family since the day Rhys never came home. Since he spoke to all of us mind-to-mind that he couldn't come home.

Cassian was knelt in front of me, pulling me into his arms to cry into his shoulder. I knew he was crying too. We all shared the same pain. We all dealt with it differently. After a few moments of just holding onto each other, oh so very tightly. That deep fear of losing each other just how we had lost Rhys, we pulled away.

Cassian held my face in his hands, forcing me to look him directly in the eyes, our noses basically touching from the close proximity. "The drinking needs to stop, or slow down at least." He brushed away the tears on my face with his thumbs. "You are not going through this alone. We need you. I need you. You can't push us away."

"How do you deal with it?" I sniffed.

"I don't always. It hurts like hell and I'm fucking terrified for him... But Rhys wouldn't want this. He'd want us to be strong. For him, for each other, and for our court. Our people look up to us." Cassian pressed a longing kiss to my forehead. "You are not alone."

"What do you do when it gets to much?"

"Fight. Scream. Cry.... Fuck," he shrugged and I couldn't help but laugh a little. Cassian smiled when he saw he made me laugh. "I'm being serious. It's a great stress reliever."

"I'm aware. I just wasn't expecting you to say that when we are having a serious talk." I leaned away from his embrace, wiping the remaining tears from my face.

"You think highly of me if you think I can be serious for more than ten minutes." Cassian's smile matched my own now. We both bursted into laughter.

"Why did they send you to do the talking then?" Cassian stood up from his crouching position and sat on the table in front of me.

"Because Azriel would cave the second you started crying, Amren would most likely be the one to make you cry, and Mor didn't have the balls to confront you about it. We agreed that I could talk to you, comfort you and make you smile afterwards."

His smile fell after a moment of silence. "I need you back. This was the first time I've heard you laugh in 10 years. I need the old you back. And I'm not leaving your side until you are."

"I can't get back there. Not until Rhys is home and safe."

"I know... But you're not alone in this. We go through this together, okay?" Cassian held his hand out to me. I hesitated before I nodded and took a hold of it.

*** 5 years later***

"I gotta get to the Illyrian camp, Az is expecting me in 20 minutes." Cassian was walking around the kitchen of the cabin looking around for his things.

"Can't you tell him you're running late?" I pouted.

"You know he hates when people are late. He's already pissed at me for last week. 2 minutes late and he has a come apart." Cassian pulls on his boots.

"Yeah he really went hard in our training yesterday since I was late." I walked him over to the front door.

Cassian turned the knob to the front door and opened it slightly. He let out a yelp and jumped slightly.

"What's-?" His hand clamped over my mouth and he pushed me back to where my back was against the wall.

"Mor! Hey!" My eyes went wide. Oh shit. "What are you doing here?" He sounds so suspicious. Was he even trying to act normal?

The wards in the cabin will mask my scent and basically soundproofs the whole cabin to the outside. There's no way she will know I'm here until she steps a foot inside.

But if Cassian doesn't stop acting all shady then she's gonna know somethings up.

"Why are you acting all weird?" I could just imagine the confusion on her face right now. We are so screwed.

I was trying so hard not to laugh right now. Cassian's hand pressed tighter over my mouth. His thumb ran gently back forth on my cheek.

"I've got a female over. Look I don't need your judgement, okay? A guy has needs. But I would really prefer you not come in." Okay he's not wrong. He didn't say who he had over. Cassian is awful at lying so telling the truth is more convincing.

"Oh, really Cassian? Ugh," Mor gagged. "You couldn't have taken her somewhere else? This is our place. We share it."

"Don't act like you haven't brought someone up here to fuck before. We've all done it. Now, what do you want?" I smirked against his hand. I reached out my arm and ran a finger down the inside of his wing. Cassian inhaled quickly and tucked them in away from my reach.

"I left a book here that I need. Can I come in and get it?" Cassian moved more to where he blocked more of the entrance.

"Where is it? I'll get it." Mor told him where she left it and what it looked like. He closed the door in her face quickly. His hand that was covering my mouth now gripped my jaw.

"You cruel, wicked thing. Are you trying to get us caught?" He towered over me. His eyes flared with passion as he looked down at me.

I bit my lip and batted my eyelashes up at him. "Maybe," I smiled innocently.

His hand trailed from my face down to my throat where he squeezed gently. "You're so in for it tonight." He leaned down so close I thought he was going to kiss me. I craved it. I wanted him. I know he could smell my arousal.

His lips brushed against mine before he pulled back and walked away. "You're not the only one who can tease." He had Mor's book in his hands now. "I've gotta go. When you touch yourself later make sure you think of me." He winked at me before opening the front door and walking out.

Asshole.

Ok so I stopped the excessive drinking that day Cassian talked to me 5 years ago. But I was having a hard time channeling my emotions into something else. I think I definitely wore Azriel and Cassian out with the constant sparring. Which was a shock. I screamed a lot, cried a lot. Cassian was by my side the whole time like he said.

400 years. 400 years I have known Cassian and not once have either of us made a move. I know Cassian never did because I was Rhy's little sister. I never made a move because I didn't want to anything to change between mine and Cassian's friendship.

But one night. Just one night I was so tired of screaming and crying. My whole body hurt from sparring with Azriel that morning. But I still needed a release. Some sort of release.

I don't think I remember exactly how it happened next. I think 400 years of pent up sexual frustration finally broke between the two of us and neither one of us gave a fuck about what the repercussions would be.

And we haven't stopped since. We can't tell the others. No one can know. It's our secret. Mor and Azriel wouldn't understand. Amren couldn't give a fuck. I think she already knows anyway.

Azriel probably suspects something is going on. He is the spymaster overall. He knows everything. He hasn't said anything otherwise which I'm grateful for.

Maybe this happening between Cassian and I wasn't so surprising. I've always been attracted to him. I've always loved him as my family and best friend. Who am I kidding though? It's obviously been more than that.

We have something special.

I think he could be my mate. I love him so much. If he's not my mate I don't even care. I want him forever. I need him for eternity.

Part 2 continues here

[macgyvermedical]

Magic Bullets: The Antibiotic Story

The year was 1907 and a Dr. Alfred Bertheim was trying to make arsenic less toxic to humans.

Why? Because in addition to killing humans, arsenic also kills trypanosomes- single-celled protozoa that cause the life-threatening infection trypanosomiasis. By creating a version of arsenic that still killed the protozoa, but not the human they infected, Dr. Bertheim could create a drug to treat the disease*.

This was not a fully new idea. About 50 years earlier, a drug called Atoxyl had been created in France. About 40 times less toxic than pure arsenic, it had been shown to not only successfully treat trypanosomiasis, but also the equally devastating syphilis infection.

But 40 times less toxic than pure arsenic is still not great. About 2% of people treated even one time with the drug ended up blind, among a myriad of other side effects. It was a start, but not ideal.

And Dr. Bertheim (under the direction of better-known Dr. Paul Ehrlich) was setting out to change that.

And it just so happened that the sixth compound from the sixth group he tried did so. Known as "compound 606", the new Arsphenamine could treat trypanosomiasis, relapsing fever, and syphilis very effectively- and it didn't leave its takers dead or blind.

Most of the time, at least. See, arsphenamine, also known by the brand name salvarsan, was a pain in the ass to administer. It had to be dissolved in several hundred mililiters of water under a nitrogen atmosphere to prepare it for administration. If it touched air, it would rapidly react, causing toxic byproducts that could cause liver failure, severe skin rashes, and even death.

But both trypanosomiasis and syphilis were definitely going to kill you, so it was worth the risk.

And the seed had been planted, so to say. The idea of a chemical able to kill infection-causing agents without killing the host was a true possibility for the future of medicine.

And by 1912, Neosalvarsan, a drug somewhat less effective -but far easier to administer and with significantly fewer side effects- was on the market. Over the next decade, Neosalvarsan would be responsible for a massive drop in syphilis cases worldwide.

But neither of the drugs could treat deadly infections from staph or strep or the hundreds of other bacterial or viral infections that still had no cure in the 1910's and 1920's.

Then came the first of the heavy-hitters. Bayer was a dye company when it started, and in 1932, three and a half decades after switching mostly to pharmaceuticals, chemists at Bayer were testing the company's dyes for anti-infective properties. They went through thousands of trials, finally finding a dye that could kill streptococcal bacteria without killing a mouse host.

Pre-1930s, streptococcal disease was a major problem. It caused strep throat, cellulitis, scarlet fever, childbed (purpural) fever, some forms of toxic shock syndrome, impetigo, necrotizing fasciitis, rheumatic fever, and many others. The skin infections may have been at least somewhat treatable with a hot compress, but the rest were prone to cause blindness, deafness, loss of limbs, and for many, loss of life.

In 1936, sulfonamide antibiotics changed that. Protosil, the first of the sulfonamides, became available to treat many of the infections listed above. These would be used for wound infections throughout WWII. Unfortunately, they would also cause the untimely death of nearly 100 people via the Elixer Sulfanilamide tragedy.

Sulfanilamide was a similar drug to Prontosil and was safe and effective for treating strep infections. However, when mixed with diethylene glycol (now used as standard car antifreeze) to make it into a liquid suspension, it was deadly. See this letter from a doctor who had prescribed the liquid form of the medication, not knowing it was poison:

[to read more about the Elixer Sulfanilamide Disaster, see here]

Despite the sulfanilamide tragedy, the race was on for more antibiotics. Three years before they went on the market, researchers had found evidence of bacterial resistance to sulfonamides. What would happen when these new bacteria, that didn't die when exposed to the new wonder drug, made up so much of the bacterial population?

In 1942, the Cocoanut Grove fire in Boston caused over 492 deaths and 130 injuries. The injured were among the first to receive a remarkable new drug called penicillin. The fire and the fate of the victims were publicized throughout the world, and penicillin became a household name overnight. But once again, even before it went on the market in 1943, just in time for the end of the Second World War, there was evidence of resistance.

But fortunately, the fire had been sparked. Over the next 30 years, many dozens of antibiotics would come into clinical use. If you've taken it, it probably came out between 1940 and 1970. Tetracycline, isoniazid, metronidazole, ciprofloxacin, erythromycin, vancomycin, amoxicillin, and dozens more you've never heard of.

And then? Nothing.

Well, not completely nothing, there were a couple that came out in the 1980s and a few in the early 2000s. But nothing like that 30-year golden age.

But now we're running into problems due to drug resistance. About 1.27 million people die annually directly from antibiotic resistant infection, while antibiotic resistance contributes to about 4.95 million more deaths.

The good news is that the drugs that are being made today are directly targeting those antibiotic resistant infections. In fact, as I'm writing this, a new drug (Zosurabalpin) is being tested for a bacteria called Carbapenem-resistant Acinetobacter baumannii, which up until now has had no antibiotic that works against it.

*as you may imagine for the time period, this was not necessarily a benevolent act. See, most of the reason Europeans wanted to treat trypanosomiasis in the first place was because they kept dying of it when they went to colonize Africa. And they wanted something that would give them a leg up on the people who were already there.

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[guywrestlingaddiction]

What Turned me Gay (not really): Pro Wrestling in the 90's

Pro Wrestling truly hit it's golden age in the 90's.  It was a time when sexy guys tied strings around their biceps and men intimidated each other by oiling up their pecs.  There was something magical about this time. The combination of colossal egos and a fresh crop of young jobbers each week created a spectacle that will never be replicated.

Ravishing Rick Rude and Stunning Steve Austin v Flyin' Brian and Sting

What turned me gay (not really) ...  This post, inspired by the sidelineland.com blog, takes a tongue and cheek look into "what made me gay (not really)" and my journey of discovery would not be complete without examining Pro Wrestling in the 90's, an era that definitely turned me gay. 

The Background It all began with an image.  I can't recall who or even which network it was on but there he was.  A jobber, trapped on the ring post getting hammered away by a vicious heel.  Now while I can't recall his face, I do recall the feeling it left with me.  The taught and fit jobber, the sweaty bodies, the satisfied smile on the heel. My young emotions screamed one thing; I needed to watch more of this.  

Not the Jobber in the corner I remember but sexy Lee Scott will do.

It helped that my older brother was also into wrestling.  Together we'd watch and celebrate or rag on each other depending on if our heroes won or lost.  But there was always one wrestler I fixated on, one man I obsessed over for reasons my young mind simply couldn't comprehend. That man was Ravishing Rick Rude.

Grabbing that chest won't save you!

Ravishing Rick Rude and Stunning Steve Austin v Flyin' Brian and Sting (WCW)

Ravishing Rick Rude v Hawk (WCW)

Ravishing Rick Rude v Ricky Steamboat (WCW)

That long, muscular body, that alpha energy the man gave off, but above all it was those abs of steel.  You could not tear me away from a Rick Rude match when he was flashing those abs into my television.  Rick Rude awakened something in me before I even knew I liked guys.  That persona and masculine energy was something I simply wanted more of.  With that incredible body, those sculpted arms, that tough guy mustache all worked to scramble my young brain; Rick Rude definitely turned me gay.  

Rick showing us the goods

Ravishing Rick Rude resting his head on a jobber

Then came another bombshell, one that a lot gay men out there could not get enough of, that is the one and only, Alex Wright.  

The one and only, Alex Wright

Tall and smooth, while also deceptively scaling the ropes between jobber and heel, Alex Wright was Pro wrestling's first Twunk.  The man was a stealth wrestler.  A man you'd expect to be riding around in a convertible listening to techno music, but then something would flip and that man would bring the heat.

Alex Wright v Brian Pillman 

Alex with Paul Roma

My favorite Alex matches were the few when he got to dominate.  It was almost like waking up from a spell, all those pretty muscles in that huge imposing frame weren't for show - the man was simply so drool worthy you'd forget how imposing the guy could be.  

Alex Wright fights back (sometimes)

Alex Wright was my first male lust and was all my youthful urges personified as a pro wrestler. The man absolutely turned me gay.  

The one and only Alex Wright!

What made this time so great to me was that it was a moment when pro studios excelled at fostering young talent.  Guys like Mark Jindrak brutalizing a young jobber, a kiss of the knuckles punch to take down Lee Scott, or in the case of Evan Karagias, being on the receiving end of the beatdown.  It was the perfect collision of over-the-top silliness with raw manly emotion.  This era simply had something going for it that I can't quite explain and haven't seen since.

Mark Jindrak vs. Elix Skipper (WCW)

Mean Mark (The Undertaker) v Lee Scott (WCW)

Paul Orndorff v Lee Scott (WCW)

Evan Karagias v Chris Jericho (WCW)

In spite of the beautiful smooth bodies shoved through my television, a stand out moment from my youth was witnessing the great Arn Anderson tearing down some poor jobber.  It was like hearing music for the first time and realizing that beauty does not always equal pretty. For me anyway, the sight of a no-nonsense, tougher-than-your-dad heel like Arn Anderson in his prime was undeniably beautiful and wrestling once again revealed something about myself that I didn't understand at the time but would later come to relish.

Arn Anderson v Alex Wright (WCW)

Arn for the Win! Arn Anderson v Eddie Jackson (WCW)

They say, often when you think you're at the end of something, you're actually at the beginning of something else. This certainly held true as the decade drew to a close and something seemed to shift in pro wrestling. While the same sexy, hard bodies still clashed in the ring, it felt like a part of what I once loved had moved on.

Or maybe I moved on. You see, Pro Wrestling in the '90s may have been the spark that turned me gay, but before I knew it, I was fully embracing myself as a gay man. Your formative years are funny like that. No matter how much time passes or where I am on this journey, I still can't shake that image of a faceless jobber trapped in the corner, somewhere back in the '90s.

[typingdyslexiaisathing]

Random Obey Me! idea I had the other day. The Demon Brothers living with an MC that has medical issues. So MC has a heart monitor to keep tabs on their condition. Their D.D.D. has a special app that tracks their heart rate and breathing. Comes complete with audio and vibrate.

Lucifer insists everyone installs the app on their D.D.D. Lucifer and Diavolo then always keep their D.D.D. in their breast pocket with the app running and the vibrate on. A constant way to keep MC's heart close to their own. (Do NOT tease Lucifer about this he will deny hard core)

Mammon falls asleep with the app going and earbuds in to listen in on MC and passes out super fast. He will deny doing this while as red as a rose.

Satan basically goes above and beyond to research MC's medical condition and human medicine. He ends up becoming a certified physician in a couple of months of study. Barbatos already was a certified surgeon (he will not say when he got it) to teach Satan on human biology. Hence why Barbatos starts carrying around scalpels to 'encourage' good behavior.

Beelzebub and Belphegor are always (and I do mean always) checking their D.D.D. if MC is not in the room with them. Beel looks into every healthy human recipe known in the three realms to make then for MC to help with their condition and give them more energy. Belphie tends to slide his phone into his pillow for it to play audio and just pass out instantly. The pillowcase is stolen from MC's pillow and Belphie will not give it back.

Asmodeus looks into designing layouts for the medical app to give it a more personalized feel to it. Asmo tends to include MC in ideas on color choices and stickers for the app. He will cycle through new phone cases to match the new app styles he comes up with. Is highly aware of what lotions and makeup are okay for MC to use and will do spa days for them weekly.

Leviathan calls the app an 'MC character sheet' and will not admit how often he checks it when MC is in the Human World. Leviathan is the only one to get the same heart monitor patch and put it on to give his account info to MC. He tells them that if they have a panic attack or episode, "Just tune into me and I'll be there for you in heart. I may not be able to do much, but I can be there for you that way." He says this over text. Because every time he things of saying it out loud, the heart monitor alarm will start going off. (Asmodeus hears it go off while sending the text to MC and teases Levi for MONTHS about it)

Simeon and Luke are the ones that get MC comfy clothes that have little pockets for their D.D.D. as well as for mobile chargers. Luke even buys MC a phone case decorated with animals that are wearing doctors coats to use. Simeon will write MC little comments in the app to give them encouragement when they are under the weather. Luke even gives MC a gift from Michael. A bracelet that gives off relaxing magic with red crystals that glow faintly in the dark.

Solomon is constantly (and I do mean CONSTANTLY) giving MC various potions and elixers to have on hand. From calming droughts. To rejuvination drafts for energy. He even makes a warming potion to help with circulation. Solomon also makes a magic incense burner for MC's room. It uses any kind of incense. But will waft little sparkles or bubbles to ease MC into a state of calm.

[clockwise-works]

"Power Couple"

So I know I had posted my Link design for this AU just a week or so ago, but truthfully I was really unhappy with how it turned out. I decided to play around with the posing, and used different brushes and colors. I didn't want to just do Link though, so surprise! You get a Mipha with it! I've got my thought process below the cut for anyone interested.

So for Link I didn't really want to change much from my last design. It was really just the art style and posing I didn't like. I DID decide to give into my demons and gave him a cape. The idea is that it's long enough for him to cover his arm up when in towns / conceal his identity from Ganondorf and Astor. It's also big enough for the two to share on particularly cold nights. I also added some knight's guards for his boots. I felt the bottom half of the original design was simply too boring, so I included it to add a little flair to his boots. I then added patches to his pants to show just how devastating the fight was WaterBlight was, every patch, scar, and tear a spot he was struck.

I then gave him a shield made of light from the Light Secret Stone. My idea is that since Link was unable to defend himself initially from Ganondorf's Gloom, he uses the Light Stone to make a shield to properly defend himself. The shield's design is a mix between the Hyrulean and Zora shields, symbolizing him dual upbringing in this AU. I wanted to include the Shield's design without the glow affect but have seemingly lost the file :( If anyone is interested I could redraw it and post it another time.

The stone ALSO slows down his arm's death, essentially counterbalancing the Gloom infection. His arm did take substantial damage up until that point though, as it as seemingly withered down drastically, and will definitely need amputation after the war. I then gave Mipha the Water Secret Stone, and for them it's the first one they find. The idea is that WaterBlight, after "defeating" Mipha and Link, makes a break to the Water Temple to steal the Secret Stone. In the process he uses the temple to rain hellfire upon the Zora, an attempt by Astor the cripple the closest army to Hyrule.

For Mipha's design I was initially disappointed. The original idea was to give her pieces of Zonai armor that she and Link find on the sky islands above Zora's Domain, but unfortunately TotK has like NO good actual armors. So I decided to just go with Zora's guard armor, the idea being her father REFUSING to allow his daughter and son to rejoin the fight so soon after WaterBlight unless she properly protected herself. I then removed and or damaged parts of her jewelry, most likely lost during her battle in Vah Ruta.

To give her more than just Zora's guard armor, I gave her a belt that holds a bunch of Elixers to use on their journey, and a pouch containing medical supplies and rations. I gave her Link's hairband because I imagined a scene of her disappointed that she lost one of her mother's bracelets, so Link gave it to Mipha to cheer her up. It doesn't really compare, he knows this, but she appreciated it. I then gave her the Amber Earrings to give her better defense.

Finally, the scars and bandages. While Mipha DOES have healing magic, at this point of the story she is practically drained. For frame of reference, she had been healing herself multiple times during the WaterBlight battle (a fight that lasted hours), AND THEN subconsciously used her magic to keep her and Link alive just barely when they escaped Vah Ruta and drifted down the Rutala River until the fleeing Zoras found them. Her magic healed their most egregious wounds, but multiple scars were left behind. Maybe she could force herself to heal more, but Link nor any of the Zora would allow her to push herself too far.

[radiodust-heart]

Was stuck in a day dream today about kid fics.

The hotel gang all being in lucifers elixer room when a potion falls and coats certain people.

Side a i was thinking about charlie and husker getting hit with the elixer and turning into toddlers. Angel imidiatly picks up husker and starts caring for him. Poor toddler had a hang over and was crying. His crying made Charlie cry. Both Vaggie and Lucifer struggled to get her to stop. After a few magic tricks charlie stopped but she was reluctent to stay still. Wiggling out if their hold and running around. Husker on the other hand was a biter and liked to break stuff.

Alastor loved watching the chaos till husker dragged him into it. Throwing his food at Alastor and Alastor making him cry with his fury. When ever husker cried charlie would to. And she wouldnt stop. Eventually Angel got involved and craddled her as he craddled Husker. Taking over and feeding the two, giving them a bath then lett lucifer have his daughter back. But lucifer wanted to be there for charlie and took his fustrations of her not liking him out on Angel. As they argued husker snuck into Alastors room. Climbing on his couch and throwing a book at him. Alastor was ready to hurt him when he remembered husker was a child. He then materilized a bed and started putting husker to bed. Sitting with him to read him a story. Angel came in after his argument. He sat down and they both ignored lucifer yelling about loosing charlie. A moment later charlie showed up and curled up in Angels arms. Calling him the fluff. The three passed out in Alastors bed and he relcutently settled down with them. After that Angel and Alastor took care of the two while lucifer made a reversal potion.

Side b angel gets hit with the elixor and the room begins to argue about whos taking care of him. In the chaos Angel slips out of the room. Running away. Once the crew settles charlie asks Alastor if hed watch angel and he agress, so long as theu find him. And theu all realize hes gone missing. Charlie and vaggie go looking for him as they send husker back to the hotel incase he shows up there. But its Alastor who finds angel, in an alley about to be torn apart by souls.

He tells abgel to fallow him and Angel curls up in the alley stating 'no one wants me. They were all fighting. Who has to take care of me. No one ill take care of myself' angel yells as he fights back tears. Alastor kneels to him offering a hand. Telling angel he'll take care of him. Angel accepts and they go back to the hotel. Charlie is in tears and vaggie is glad hes ok. But despite charlie being attentive angel is glued to alastors hip. Cooking with him. Sitting with him in silence. Even hovering by his door when its bed time. He plays all his games around Alastor and narraritos somw truely imaginitive stuff. Often making Alastor the prince, or pirate love interest whos not really a love interest.

Husker who gets ropped into all the games makes a joke that little angel has a crush on Alastor and angel gets so emberessed he runs and hides. When theu find him hes physically upset at husker for outing him. Alastor cringes and states angel is much to young and he has to know that. But Angel questions what about his real self. Is he still to young or dos Alastor not like him. Alastor states its complecated but angel doesnt understand.

'I know you dont little one. But you will when you grow up. Jist becuase i dont have a crush on you doesnt mean i dont like you. There are times the real you makes me enjpy the moment' is all Alastor provids. Soon Angel is returned to his actual age and is now faced with the emberesment of what happend.

[danger-high-voltage]

Lae'zel: It is urgent that we find the crèche immediately. Though we thrive for now, we could turn into ghaik at any moment.

Gale: Without magic items my condition could become critical any day now. We must find assistance as soon as possible.

Zevlor: If the druids complete their ritual my people will surely die on the roads. You must find Master Halsin before that happens!

Monk Tav: I understand. But first let's spend the next month buying Elixers of Hill Giant Strength from Auntie Ethel.

[pastel-gothfriend]

so what makes a good magic system?

doll is going to argue that it has nothing do with rules or soft/hard (dont be horny) or any of that bullshit.

its aesthetics.

in a good magic system, a mage is obvious. if a wizard is not obvious, then that needs to be an important part of that particular mages shtick. that doesnt mean they all have to be haggard old men with 10 mile long white beards. an alchemist with dozens of elixers and bombs dangling from their belt is equally obvious as a mage

in a good magic system, magic inspires awe. when a mage does something, you should be like "that fucking rules". this is partially up to vibes, but if your magic doesnt rule then whats the point of it existing? if magic is mundane or common, it is not magic.

in a good magic system, magic should be followable. it doesnt need to be understood, but if you cant figure out what the fuck the mages are doing, they might as well not be doing anything.

follow these rules and you will go far

[simsync]

Omedapixel's plant overrides looking so nice in Pangaea

Pangaea has a sweet little magical area in the woods with a neat little treehouse, elixer shop, and a little patch of wild mushrooms. The pretty tall pink plant is Red Valerian. Love it. So cute! She gathered some ingredients, took a broom ride, and headed home.

[somewhatgoodatart]

Redesign edits for my OpenMind!AU

Context

Hunter

currently training as the Golden Guard under Darius' care after his father (the previous Guard) passed away

bonded with Flapjack before he even started training

Luz

taken in by Phillip after landing in the Conformatorium when she first arrived on the Isles

quickly befriended the Collector

gets trained by both Phillip and Eda (cue antics)

Willow & Gus

they ran into Luz and Hunter seperately and had Coven Scouts show up at their door a few days later, delivering two mentorship offers from the Plant and Illusion Coven

aside from their usual lessons they usually shadow Hunter along with Luz to prepare for future Coven duties

Amity

still gets mentored by Lilith, though mostly in the workings of the Emperor's Coven

her Abomination & combat training gets handled by Darius

Phillip/Emperor Belos

takes one descendant from every Clawthorne-Wittebane generation as an apprentice, which turned into generations of Golden Guards serving him through his rise to power

anominously helped Eda get the treatment for her curse, though there's only so much he can do since he can't exactly show up on her doorstep and Gwendolyn is very stubborn

compensates his own lack of children by adopting every teenager in sight, regardless of whether or not they already have parents

handles his curse through an elixer he invented

Lilith

Head of the Emperor's Coven

shared the curse with Eda after Belos' let it slip that that's possible

still keeps trying to recruit her sister because she would love to work with her sister again, instead of against her

slightly less annoyed by Hunter, actually takes the time to nerd out with him and Luz

loves teaching Amity, basically shares custody over her with Darius (bc f her parents)

Eda

low-level criminal (since wild magic isn't outright banned)

mostly annoys Coven Scouts, her sister and Phillip

ordered to train Luz since her ending up on the Isles is mainly her fault (she quickly grows on her)

she wouldn't have to follow the order but she loves the opportunity to corrupt her many-times-great uncle's ward