#magic machine

[thehotze]

I would totally use it to mess with people. Also it would be cool to explore the entire gender spectrum with few lasting consequences.

[theindyreview]

Banger of the Week: Magic Machine - Castle in the Sky

Banger of the Week: Magic Machines - Castle in the Sky Sydney #psych band take you on a cosmic journey with their heavy brand of wild jam rock #magicmachine #castleinthesky #newmusic #psychedelicrock #psychrock #jamband #jam #Australia #sydney

Sydney-based Psych rock band Magic Machine seek to take you on a cosmic adventure with their music. They write songs full of heavy funk beats, psychedelic guitars and surrealist lyrics. They aren’t too far off from their country brethren King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizards, and tracks like new single “Castle in the Sky” should get them a similarly devoted following. The song has everything;…

[suntails]

ride the carousel!

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was in a warehouse and found a magic sewing machine that could make a piece of clothing instantly, you just had to give it pieces of fabric, but you couldn't choose what it would be and one of the sleeves/pant legs would always be wrong.

[littjara-mirrorlake]

Principles of Asexual Heredity in the Phyrexian Organism

We know these things for sure about Phyrexian reproductive biology:

Phyrexians reproduce asexually; it is well known that one drop of oil, from one individual, is enough to birth a population of offspring (such as all of New Phyrexia) or convert a non-Phyrexian organism.

Phyrexians natively born of the oil ("core-born") inherit mnemonic and phenotypic (appearance) information from the oil that created them. For example, core-born Phyrexians of the Orthodoxy naturally develop porcelain metal; it is an inherited, lineage-specific trait. The oil also carries ancestral knowledge such as the Phyrexian language and echoes of history.

The five suns of Mirrodin somehow caused the originally mono-black lineage of Phyrexian oil to splinter into five colored lineages. They may have all arisen from one drop of oil, but they are phenotypically diverse.

(Little canon data is given about the genealogies of core-born newts, but it would most logically follow that Phyrexians descend from single-parent lines, a family tree with continually forking branches and no unions of mating as with sexually reproducing organisms.)

The mechanism I propose for the diversification of Phyrexians on Mirrodin is mana-induced mutagenesis. As a deeply magical material, it follows that Phyrexian oil is prone to being influenced by concentrated sources of mana, such as the suns of Mirrodin (which were trapped in the core, in close proximity to the progenitor oil, during the birth of New Phyrexia). Exposure to mana can thus cause de novo mutation in glistening oil that manifests as novel phenotypic traits in resulting Phyrexians. These mutations are not random, guiding phenotypes to align with the color causing the mutation.

Then there is the issue of inheritance via phyresis, or compleating another organism which was not originally Phyrexian by introducing Phyrexian genetic material into its body. To keep it simple I will begin with mono-color infections: an organism is infected with oil from a Phyrexian whose lineage traits (i.e. white-aligned Orthodoxy lineage, porcelain) may not match their own color identity.

Hypothesis: Phenotype (what color/type of Phyrexian an infected individual becomes) is determined solely by the color of infection, not the subject's own colors. Crucially this isn't the same as color identity; i.e. one can be a porcelain Phyrexian and still have a Boros identity by gaining red-aligned values or retaining them from a pre-compleation life, even though their phenotype is white only. (Much like how elves are associated with green mana, but Simic-identity elves exist.) This phenotype color, in turn, is also what would be passed down to any newts the turned individual creates, or subjects they themselves infect.

MOM corroborates this hypothesis. A mono-black-aligned human, upon exposure to Progress Engine oil, becomes a Phyrexian with a pure blue-aligned phenotype. The changes to their color identity are additive--they retain black alignment--but their phenotype is blue only. All the transforming creatures of MOM follow this pattern.

However, Planeswalkers in ONE did not. For example, Jace was infected by Vraska, who had both black color identity and a black/Thanes-aligned phenotype, but spontaneously developed eyestalks and other traits characteristic of blue Phyrexians from the Progress Engine.

New hypothesis: Individuals with a strong enough internal concentration of mana, i.e. Planeswalkers, cause oil to mutate in vivo to align with their own color, much like how the suns mutated oil in Mirrodin's core. This further shows that mana-induced mutagenesis is color-specific. This should however create a new blue lineage, independent of the Progress Engine, also spawned of blue mana but not necessarily identical. I do not have an explanation for Jace's resemblance to the Progress Engine besides convergent "evolution."

Proposed further study (not ethics-approved): Infect a colorless Planeswalker, i.e. Ugin, with colored oil to test whether a null color identity still has mutagenic effects.

To complicate this, though, we also have examples of Phyrexians who are chimeras of multiple colors, combining traits of different lineages. Vishgraz was assembled with material (genetic and otherwise) from a white, a green, and a black Phyrexian. It makes sense that Phyrexians put together in this patchwork way could have a combination phenotype. Atraxa was not assembled from scratch, but infected with four separate colors at once. Maybe there are just four types of oil circulating in her body?

I am, of course, interested in inheritance. If these Phyrexians show combined phenotypes, what colored trait(s) do they actually pass down? Do they have individual "cells" that are still only white, only green, only black, etc., or did the colors somehow combine on the most basic hereditary unit level? Thankfully, we actually do have an example of a "chimera" Phyrexian asexually producing core-born offspring: Ixhel.

Ixhel shares multiple colors with Atraxa, not only in her color identity but also apparent phenotype (she has both Orthodoxy porcelain and Swarm copper). Two possibilities here: 1) She truly inherited both genetically; Atraxa passes down multiple colors when she reproduces. 2) Her "core" physiology is still rooted in one color, i.e. white porcelain, and the green parts were added after the fact. I don't have an answer for this, but it's intriguing to consider.

Proposed further study: Attempt to isolate the smallest "unit" of Phyrexian heredity (one single nanobot of the oil) and test if it can only store information about one color, or multiple. See if a germ is formed from only one of these units, as with eukaryotic zygotes, or from multiple.

My theories of Phyrexian reproductive biology remain highly speculative, but every new piece of data adds fuel to this fire, and I have plenty to elaborate on in later posts. If only the interplanar ethics committee would stop delaying my research.

[mtg-cards-hourly]

Elesh Norn, Mother of Machines

Artist: Junji Ito TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link

[radiance1]

Just remembered about the Vortex's lil guy au and decided to write a lil about it.

***

When the Justice League arrived to stop a newly risen villain's scheme, which involved taking holding an entire city hostage with the use of a machine that could control the weather, which also involved expanded after successfully taking over the city.

When they achieved victory, they did not expect a child to be powering the machine.

Shazam, surprisingly, was the first one to react. "Danny!?" He said as he flew over to the boy, gently picking him from the confines of the machine (after they it had been deactivated) and into his arms. "Danny...?" He said a moment later, unsure of himself as his voice wavered a bit.

He shook the boy a bit, not too hard though, so as not to do any accidental harm. Blearily, the boy blinked opened his eyes, staring up at Shazam's worried face. "Shazam?" He murmured, voice rough and scratchy, as if it wasn't used often.

Either this boy-Danny-didn't speak much beforehand, or he was trapped in that machine so long that his voice became like this from a long period of disuse.

Shazam seemed to have thought so as well, and by his expression, it seemed to be more of the later as he floated down beside the rest of the League.

Danny blinked slowly before looking around the area, eyes glancing over every member present, then his surroundings and then finally back to Shazam and, with a curious tilt of his head he simply asked. "Did I get possessed again?"

A wave of concern washed over the group at the way the boy so casually asked such a question. As if it happened often enough that he grew used to it and, if the 'again' was any indication, it might just be the case.

"No." Shazam shook his head, readjusting his hold on the boy as he started to try and wiggle himself out of his arms. "Are you okay?"

"Yep." Said Danny, not even taking a moment to consider the question. As if he didn't just come out of a machine that feed upon his powers for who knew how long. Shazam's eyes narrowed in a glare that could almost give the Bat's a run for his money.

"Danny." The Champion of Magic chided, and the boy's eyes glazed over for a moment as Shazam simply readjusted his hold again. A moment later the boy blinked, a small purse to his lips and the vaguest amounts of concern slipping onto his face. "Oh," The boy said, no longer trying to wiggle himself from Shazam's hold. "My magic is acting weird, that's not good."

"Well yea since you, you know, had your powers drained and all?" Green Lantern said, the end of his question dipping into a question as the boy turned his head in his direction with too empty eyes that, for some reason, unsettled him.

"Who're you?" He asked with passing interest.

Whatever unsettlement Green Latern felt, it was immediately replaced with the vaguest amount of offence as the boy's words somehow wounded his ego more than such a simple question should have once it registered.

Who then immediately proceeded to ignore him.

The boy then blinked again, turning to Batman and giving the man a small wave. "Hello again, Batman." The Dark Knight simply grunted in his direction and nodded. Then pointed to each and every member present and slowly called out their names.

"Wonder Woman, Superman, Martian Manhunter, " Both of the aliens names were whispered with an underlying awe. "The Flash and Aquaman." His finger than landed on Green Lantern, and the boy furrowed his brows. "So who're you?"

"How do you know spooky but not me?!" Green Lantern ignored the Bat's glare in his direction at the use of the nickname, wounded pride and genuine bafflement allowing him to do such a thing.

"We met before." Danny state simply, as if that was the answer to all questions. "You?" He asked again.

This could not get worse. Green Lantern thought.

It could get worse. Green Lantern realized a few moments later after trying-and failing-to get the boy to recognize him as the members present were snickering at his plight.

Even Wonder Woman was trying to hold down a smile.

His eyes accidentally wandered in Batman's direction to see his reaction and he let out a quiet sigh of relief to see the man unmoved with only the slightest amount of disappointment that he didn't crack. Though it was wildly overshadowed by his ego being salvaged-

Batman's lips quirked up into a smirk before falling so fast that he had trouble believing if it was even there in the first place.

Green Lantern's jaw dropped as he stared at the Bat incredulously, who simply stared back. Unmoved, like a stone. As if he didn't just smile at him.

[tired-truffle]

Inarticulation - Part 2

A Viktorxfem!reader fic

NSFW, 18+ content

Chapter Word Count: 3.2k

"you love him, don't you? him and his pale, long fingers tangled in your hair, running down your spine. him and his lips against your neck, your jaw, your chin. and in these empty halls, with him, religion shifts and turns and blurs. his mouth is your confessional, and you sin, you sin, you sin." - thewayiwrite

Part of the main fic 'Even the Gods Cry For Us' (set after chapter 12) but can be read as a standalone if you want.

Masterlist

You slung your legs over Viktor's lap, the kiss deepening as you sighed. His hand trailed up your bare leg, fingertips ghosting along your skin. The silky fabric of your skirt bunched around your thighs as he explored higher, his touch igniting sparks that had nothing to do with magic.

With surprising strength, Viktor pulled you fully onto his lap in one fluid motion. You gasped, breaking the kiss momentarily as you adjusted to the new position. His eyes met yours, their rainbow colouring getting darker with desire but still asking silent permission.

And you were more than willing to give it.

Need built in your core, a molten heat that spread through your body like wildfire. Your fingers tangled in Viktor's hair as you kissed him again, harder this time, pouring all your pent-up longing into the contact. His hands roamed your back, tracing the curve of your spine before settling on your waist, thumbs rubbing small circles on your hipbones.

“Viktor,” you placed a hand on his chest, removing your mouth from his taking all the strength you possessed, “we don’t have to do this.” 

His fingers trailed down your sides and over the swell of your ass. “We don’t,” he agreed, “but do you want to?” 

‘Yes’ was the obvious answer. Now that your hallucinations had lessened, more controlled with your new magic storage system, you felt well enough to be intimate with him. But there remained a problem that you refused to allow to go unaddressed. 

“Not if it isn’t something you can enjoy too.” You ran your fingers through his hair, almost shoulder length now, silver just starting to form at the tips.

“Why would I not enjoy the sight of you coming undone by my touch.” His hand tightened around your waist, and you swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry. 

A deep blush spread from the tips of your ears and down your neck. You hadn’t expected him to be so forward about it, but then again he’d never shied away from you. “I don’t want you to give and get nothing in return.” 

Viktor clicked his tongue against the back of his teeth. “I would hardly call that nothing. I am, in fact, highly looking forward to it.” 

The sparks that had been floating around you wobbled, squealing as they became unsteady. Burying your face into the crook of his neck, you grumbled, “You know what I’m trying to say.” 

“Perhaps,” he said, pulling your hair back to place a soft kiss on your curved neck. “But I would like to hear you say it, to be certain.” 

You groaned your irritation, going limp in his arms. “Fine, if you must be difficult about it.” Splaying your hand over the lower planes of his stomach, covered by his robe, you took a moment to try to organize your thoughts. “I want to make you feel as good as you make me, but I don’t know how to do that given your current, uh, anatomy.” 

“Mm,” he considered this for a moment, letting you stew as you waited for his input. “I have a suggestion, if you are open to hearing it.” 

You perked up, scanning his face for any hint of playful deception. All you found was sincerity, and you nodded your assent. 

“Your magic is tied to your emotions,” he began, hands raising from your hips and settling on your ribcage, his thumbs resting beneath your breasts, tantalizing close. “Theoretically, if you are able to return my emotions, you could share your own with me and possibly even what you’re physically feeling.” 

Could you do that? When put so simply, it seemed easy, but your magic was anything but straightforward. 

“I guess I could try,” you offered, a tentative smile curving your lips. You hadn’t thought you’d ever be in the position to even broach this conversation, too unwell, too lost. But you’d figured yourself out - for the most part - and now you had a chance to be with Viktor in every way that you wanted to. 

He grinned, a kernel of mirth sparkling in his eyes. “You’re blushing,” he teased.

You rolled your eyes. “And you’re gorgeous. I fail to see how that changes anything.”

And before he could prepare a retort - or you could second guess yourself - you leaned in, pressing your lips to Viktor's with renewed fervour. As the kiss deepened, you focused on the warmth blooming in your chest, the tingling electricity jumping across your skin wherever he touched you. You imagined that warmth flowing out from you like honey, sweet and golden, enveloping Viktor in your desire.

You gasped as he cupped your breasts through the thin fabric of your top, thumbs brushing over sensitive peaks. Pleasure sparked through you like lightning, and you channelled that sensation into your magic, willing Viktor to feel the same.

His breath hitched, a low groan rumbling in his chest. "I can feel it," he murmured against your lips. "It's…exquisite."

Emboldened, you let your magic flow more freely as Viktor's skilled fingers made quick work of your top and bra. Cool air kissed your bare skin, raising goosebumps to the surface. But Viktor's touch was molten, leaving you feverish with want.

His lips trailed down your neck as his hands explored newly exposed flesh. You whimpered when he palmed your breasts, rolling sensitive nipples between his fingers. Euphoria bubbled up like a pot about to boil, and you projected that sensation outward, letting it wash over Viktor as well.

He shuddered, grip tightening on your hips. "Miláčku," he breathed, voice rough with need. "You're incredible."

Your head fell back as Viktor's fingers trailed lower, teasing along the inside of your thighs. Anticipation coiled in your belly, tight as a spring ready to unwind. You poured that tension into your magic, letting Viktor feel how desperately you ached for his touch.

When his fingers slipped beneath your underwear and finally brushed against your most sensitive spot, twin moans filled the air. The dual sensations - your own pleasure mixed with the echo of Viktor's - were almost overwhelming. It felt like standing in the eye of a storm, lightning crackling all around as rain pelted your skin.

You clung to Viktor, trembling as he slowly worked you higher. With each caress, you fed your rising pleasure back to him through your magic.

You gasped as your magic surged, caught in a whirlwind of heady, all-consuming need. Viktor groaned into your shoulder, his fingers never ceasing their relentless circles around your clit. You pulled back, wanting to see his face, to drink in every flicker of pleasure that crossed his sharp features.

His pupils were blown wide, muted rainbow irises nearly swallowed by inky black. His breathing came in ragged pants, chest heaving against you. A sly grin spread across your face as an idea took root. You reached for the sparks floating lazily around you, drawing their energy back into yourself. The magic thrummed through your veins, electric and alive.

With a deep breath, you channelled that power directly into Viktor. His reaction was immediate and intense. He gasped, head thrown back as his hips bucked up into yours. The motion ground his fingers harder against you, sending shockwaves radiating outward.

You felt like a live wire, sparking and sizzling with each touch. Every brush of skin on skin sent jolts of magic arcing between you. Viktor's emotions flowed into you - wonder, desire, love - a blend that left you dizzy and breathless.

You poured your own feelings back into him, letting him feel the depth of your affection, the burning need that flared within you. It was like diving into a bottomless pool, cool water enveloping you as you sank deeper and deeper. But instead of drowning, you felt buoyant, floating along the rapids.

With a growl that sent shivers down your spine, Viktor slipped a finger inside you. You gasped, arching into him, desperate need blooming within you like flowers in spring. "More," you begged, breathy and desperate. His responding grin was wicked as he added a second finger, stretching you deliciously and making you whine. His thumb found your clit, circling with maddening precision.

Ecstasy built within you like a tidal wave, threatening to crash over you at any moment. You clung to Viktor, quivering as he picked up the pace, the indecent, wet sounds of his fingers covered in your juices, fucking you harder filled your ears. You bit your lip, trying to hold on, but when he angled himself just right, the ridges of his mechanical fingers hit that perfect spot, and you lost yourself.

Your release hit you, sudden and all-consuming. You cried out, burying your face in Viktor's neck as waves of bliss crashed over you. Your magic surged, wrapping you both in everything you were feeling. For a moment, you felt weightless, as if you were floating among the stars.

As the aftershocks faded, you slumped bonelessly against Viktor's chest. He held you close, pressing soft kisses to your hair. But his fingers remained inside you, and when he wiggled them slightly, you whined at the overstimulation.

"Sensitive?" he murmured, amusement colouring his tone. You nodded weakly against his shoulder, still catching your breath.

Viktor slowly withdrew his fingers, and you shivered at the loss. He brought them to his lips, licking them clean with a thoughtful hum. Heat bloomed in your cheeks as you watched, arousal stirring anew despite your recent climax.

Oh, Gods, what this man could do to you.

"Take these off," Viktor said, gesturing to your underwear and skirt.

The cool air kissed your heated skin as you stood, legs slightly unsteady. Viktor's gaze never left you as you slowly shimmied out of your skirt, letting the fabric pool at your feet. Your fingers hooked into the waistband of your underwear, hesitating for just a moment before sliding them down your thighs.

A deep blush bloomed across your cheeks, but you refused to look away. Viktor's eyes roamed your body, drinking in every curve and mark. His expression was one of reverence, as if he were beholding a priceless work of art.

Just as you were about to step forward, Viktor's hand shot out, fingers encircling your wrist. With a gentle tug, he pulled you closer and twirled you around, guiding you to sit between his legs on the bench.

His hands guided you, spreading your legs so your heels rested on either side of his knees. The position left you exposed, vulnerable, and you trusted him completely.

Viktor's chest pressed against your back, solid and warm, no longer cold as it usually was, your magic having heated it. His breath ghosted over your ear as he whispered, "Relax, lásko. Allow me to take care of you."

His hands skimmed up your sides, soft touches that had you exhaling a shuddering breath. When he cupped your breasts, thumbs circling your nipples, a keening whine escaped your lips, your body still hypersensitive.

You focused on that sensation, on the waves of bliss radiating outward from every point of contact. Your magic flowed, carrying those feelings to Viktor. A sharp inhale behind you told you he felt it too.

One hand trailed lower, chasing the planes of your stomach with his fingers before dipping between your thighs. At the first brush against your oversensitive clit, your hips jerked, a gasp tearing from your throat. Viktor's other arm wrapped around your waist, holding you steady as your head fell back against his shoulder, eyes fluttering closed as you grounded yourself.

You tilted your head, offering your neck to Viktor's hungry mouth. His lips found the sensitive spot where your neck met your shoulder, nipping gently and soothing the sting with his tongue.

"So beautiful,” his teeth found your earlobe, pulling it lightly between his teeth. “Spread out and eager for me."

You whimpered, needy and desperate, your hips shifting restlessly as Viktor paused his circling of your clit.

"Touch yourself for me," Viktor commanded softly. "I wish to see what you enjoy."

Heat bloomed on your cheeks, a blend of arousal and shyness. In all other circumstances, you despised being told what to do, but here, in Viktor’s arms, you found yourself wanting him to unravel you one command at a time. You wanted him to see your eagerness for him, but still, you hesitated, unused to being so exposed.

"It's alright." Viktor pressed a soft kiss behind your ear. "Show me what you do when you're alone."

That was easy enough to follow, especially when given such gentle encouragement. Slowly, you brought your hand down, brushing tentatively against your clit. The touch sent sparks skittering across your skin.

Viktor's fingers teased at your entrance, gathering the wetness there before slowly pushing inside. You gasped, your back arching as he filled you.

"That's it," he praised, pumping his fingers in a steady rhythm. "You're doing so well."

Viktor's free hand moved to your breast, kneading the soft flesh as his thumb circled your nipple. His fingers inside you and his hand on your chest had you gasping, your own fingers faltering in their movements against your clit.

"Don't stop," Viktor murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "I want to feel everything you're feeling."

You nodded, redoubling your efforts as you sent it all back through your magical connection. Viktor groaned, his hips shifting. His fingers curled inside you, hitting a spot that made you see stars.

Moans spilled from your lips, echoing in the greenhouse. The plants around you seemed to lean in, as if drawn by the magic pulsing between you and Viktor. Vines flourished, flowers turned to face you, the air thick with the scent of pollen and the headiness of your arousal.

You were trembling, teetering on the edge of release. Viktor's touch was relentless, stoking the fire within you higher and higher. Your magic swirled around you both, sparks dancing in the air like fireflies.

"Viktor," you gasped, voice breaking on his name. "I'm so close, I-"

"I know," he said, placing a kiss on your temple. "I can feel it. You're radiant, Milá. Let go for me."

His words, combined with a particularly clever twist of his fingers, sent you careening over the edge. Viktor's name tore from your lips, echoing through the greenhouse as your body shook and trembled. Your magic exploded outward, a glittering display of sparks and shimmering light that danced across the leaves and petals surrounding you.

Behind you, Viktor shuddered violently, his arm tightening around your waist as he buried his face in your hair. A guttural groan rumbled through his chest, the vibrations travelling through your joined bodies. Though he had no physical release, you felt his euphoria through your magical connection, leaving you both spent.

You slumped back against him, weak and exhausted, though thoroughly sated. Your arms fell limply to your sides and when Viktor slowly withdrew his fingers, you whined at the loss, your oversensitive walls clenching around nothing.

Soft kisses peppered your neck and shoulders as Viktor's hands stroked soothing patterns across your skin. You hummed contentedly, tilting your head to give him better access.

Around you, the plants seemed to pulse with renewed vitality. Vines curled closer, leaves unfurled, and flower buds bloomed before your eyes. It was as if your magical release had invigorated the entire greenhouse, infusing it with life and growth.

You blinked lazily, watching sparks drift through the air like glowing bumblebees. They settled on nearby petals, causing the flowers to glow softly before fading back to normal. Surrounded by Viktor and the thrumming life of the greenhouse, you felt more at ease than you had in months.

"You are perfect, Milá,” Viktor said. “I could spend hours learning every way to make you fall apart."

His praise washed over you like warm honey, settling deep in your bones.

You huffed out a laugh, finally finding your voice. "I'm not sure I'd survive that."

"Oh, I think you're stronger than you realize," he replied, trailing his fingers along your outer thighs. "But perhaps we should save further exploration for somewhere more comfortable than a greenhouse bench."

You nodded, reluctantly sliding off his lap to stand on shaky legs. Viktor steadied you with a hand on your waist, rising gracefully beside you. As you gathered your discarded clothing, a thought occurred to you.

"Viktor," you began hesitantly, "did you…finish?"

He pulled you close, your chest flush with his as you held your clothes in your hands. "In a manner of speaking. Your magic allowed me to experience your pleasure as my own. It was…intense."

You blushed, both pleased and a little embarrassed. "Oh. Good. I mean, I'm glad it worked."

"More than worked," Viktor assured you, “It was transcendent."

His words sent a warm glow through you, chasing away any lingering doubts. You nestled closer, breathing in his familiar scent of pine and steel, now mingled with the earthy aroma of the greenhouse.

"We should probably head back," you said reluctantly. "Before Charlotte comes looking for us or something."

Viktor chuckled, the sound rumbling pleasantly against your cheek. "Ah yes, we wouldn't want to scandalize your self-appointed chaperone."

“Honestly I’m more worried that she wouldn’t be scandalized.” You removed yourself from his grasp as you pulled on your clothes. Viktor's eyes followed your movements, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"I wouldn't put it past her to give us pointers," you said with a grimace. "She's not shy about that sort of thing."

Viktor's eyebrows shot up. "Is that so? Perhaps I should consult her for advice."

"Don't you dare," you warned, jabbing a finger at his chest. "I'd never be able to look her in the eyes again."

He caught your hand, bringing it to his lips. "As you wish. Your secrets are safe with me."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't suppress your smile. As you finished dressing, Viktor helped smooth down your hair, his fingers gentle as they combed through the tangles, careful to avoid the still-healing wound.

“I fear we may have…overstimulated the plants somewhat." Viktor frowned as he looked around the room.

You followed his gaze, taking in the vibrant, almost glowing foliage surrounding you. Flowers that had been mere buds when you entered were now in full, resplendent bloom. Vines had crept further along their trellises, and even the air felt more alive, crackling faintly with residual magic.

"Oops?" you offered with a sheepish grin.

Viktor laughed, the sound rich and hearty. "We'll simply have to be more, ah, restrained in the future."

"Restrained, huh?" You quirked an eyebrow at him, a mischievous glint in your eye. "That could be interesting."

His gaze darkened at your implication, and for a moment you thought he might sweep you back into his arms and toss you into the dirt, ready to take you then and there. But he simply shook his head, smiling softly. "Come, let's get you back before I'm tempted to take you up on that suggestion."

Hand in hand, you made your way out of the greenhouse, pausing only to ensure you both looked presentable. As you stepped into the cool night air, you felt a sense of contentment wash over you. For the first time in what felt like forever, you were truly at peace.

Next Chapter

A/N: No dick, no problem, ya know what I mean? No Hexstrap, but I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless!

[david-tennant-in-chairs]

I am so thankful for these two beautiful celestial entities (and the characters they play)

[bace-jeleren]

THEY MADE HIM FUCKED UP AND EVIL!!!

[cenfitto]

restaurant got my order wrong gotta cook at home i cant keep living like this

[arcadechan]

the mind is willing

[booperbeanv3]

drawstuck #4: june edition

alt june shirt under cut

i jst thought it would be cute

[purenonsens]

Long live the new flesh (GIF ver)

[littjara-mirrorlake]

while this site is up in arms about whether Elesh Norn is conventionally attractive or not, I feel the need to remind you all that she canonically attempted to hit on a human(?) woman who rejected her in front of her entire army

[mtg-cards-hourly]

Elesh Norn, Mother of Machines

Artist: Junji Ito TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link