#magician module

[scalllions]

miracle painting, miraculous showtime

[miku-module-showdown]

Orange Blossom (left) VS Magician (right)

[arnumdrusk]

I was talking with a friend the other day and she was telling me about how my old DnD module Tarot art was something she still loved, and I genuinely forgot all about it haha. I realized I never put it all in one place so, I thought I would make a post. I made these when I was right out of college and getting into the DnD gaming scene at a local gamestore, and a couple of DMs were writing a set of modules themed around Tarot/The Deck of many things, and they very kindly commissioned me to make some artwork for that. This was probably my first real commission project I ever did, it was a good learning experience, and I enjoyed the creative back and forth with the DMs brainstorming ideas of how to represent the content of the adventure in the cards :) I don't recall if they ever finished the story completely, but their adventures are still up on DM's Guild for anyone curious [X]

[muntitled]

Indebted

Pairings: The Salesman x Fem!reader

Summary: He wouldn't call it jealousy... He just wasn't very fond of sharing his toys.

Warnings: Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Jealousy Language, Violence, Age gap, God Complex, Brainwashing, Psychopathy, Blood, Gore, Codependency, Yandere!Salesman, Stalking, Smut (+18) mdni, Caning, Forced Orgasm, Controlled Orgasm, Dumbification, Impact Play, Blood Play, Blood Kink, Sadomasocism, Dom!Salesman, Sub!Reader, Rough Sex, Blood Play, Degradation Kink, Praise Kink, Sadism, Punishments, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Overstimulation

A/n: I'm not responsible for the media you consume

4k words

"Seriously, if it weren't for your help, I'd probably fail this module-" you meet him at the door, your Salesman, who's come to play one of his games. He arrives just as you're ushering someone else out.

"It's honestly my pleasure," you say, "You've made me feel useful."

As you speak, you open your front door to reveal your Salesman standing on the opposite end of the threshold.

You hadn't been smiling, not until you saw him standing there in a crisp, well-fitted navy blue suit. He's not looking at you. Not immediately. His eyes are trained on the boy you're standing beside. The one who's slipping on his sneakers, still murmuring about how incredibly grateful he is for your tutoring.

'It's nothing,' you replied modestly, even though it was most definitely not nothing to dedicate your entire Wednesday afternoon to tutoring. The boy is a first year and budding with the need to get better in psychology. His essay would have been flawless, had it not been for the grammatical and spelling errors that plagued the page. You'd both sat for the majority of this Wednesday afternoon hacking through the issues and improving on his spelling. It was endearing. To be in university and still need a spelling tutor.

"Thanks so much for the help." The boy tries to maneuver his lanky frame past your Salesman who takes up the majority of the space by your little doorway.

"See you next week." He shoots you a small smile before giving an uneasy glance to your Salesman.

"Hello." Says the Salesman, so painfully formal it causes a wave of unease to swell. He peers down at the boy like a tiny little thing.

"H-Hey." Your student replies before thanking you once more.

When he leaves and it's just you and the man you're paid to please every Wednesday evening, an uneasy sort of silence settles between you both.

You're smiling up at him.

And he's smiling down at you but it's different somehow. Tighter. Not a genuine smile at all.

Although admittedly, none of his smiles were genuine. His entire face was a carefully orchestrated scam, to get any suspecting victim to trust him.

And yet somehow, this smile feels more phoney.

Like a tempest is brewing beneath.

Before you're able to dissect it further, he's already stepping closer, letting his large, elongated shadow fall on you. "Aren't you going to invite me in?"

"The last time you came to my house, you killed someone." You lean against the door, your hip leaning against the wood as you fold your arms over your chest. His eyes zero in on the movement and a rare occasion occurs: You feel powerful. That's the last thing you've ever been made to feel in his presence.

"It took a week to get the smell of blood and death out of my room." You continue.

He lifts his hands in front of you, showing the briefcase that hangs from his heavy fingers and the blisters coating his palms. Like a magician convincing you his hands were clean, "I come in peace." That deep and gravelly vibrato veneering his voice causes a tantalizing hum to run all the way down your spine, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. You step aside, staring blankly ahead of you as he steps into your house, bombarding everything with his presence.

From his brisk walk alone, trudging into your apartment like he owns the palace (which he regrettably does) you almost immediately realize that something is wrong. You are not under the impression that you've done anything to make him angry but unease still rolls in your stomach like a tempest that's brewing. When you make it into your adjoining living that bleeds into the kitchen, you find him standing in the kitchen. He lowers his briefcase onto the counter before resting both his heavy hands there.

You move to the other side of the counter, leaning down- giving him a more than perfect view of the cleavage spilling from your dress. You hope it might appease him as you try to wrack your mind for possibile slip-ups that would've caused this terrible silence.

This little-to-no-conversation between you both makes your dynamic feel like the transaction that it actually is: a girl, who needs her university fees paid and a sadist who wants his needs met. Feelings weren't in the equation and yet, your heart stops when he asks,

"How was school?"

"School was school." You reply, sounding pathetically excited to finally hear his voice since the moment he entered your little home.

"Although," you peer down at your jittery fingers on the counter. Your nerves are shot to hell as you admit, "I don't know how proactive I'm going to be tonight-”

He was a ruthless dominant, never failing to leave you absolutely spent by the end of the night. It left you with great discomfort to not be able to perform to the greatest of your abilities during these sessions. “I'm so tired... I've got this psychology quiz and-"

"Who was that?" His questions cut through yours like the tip of a hot knife.

“Who was who?” You ask.

He only smiles before turning his back to you, frantically pulling open cupboards as he says, “Rice. Where's the rice? Do you have rice?”

“The cupboard in the bottom row- Who are you referring to?”

He pulls out your tall container of rice and you watch him round the counter with it in his hands. “This place is so fucking small.” He says, popping the lid of the container, “Reminds me of my childhood home.” He stands right in the only open space in your apartment and all you do is watch as he tips the container over, watching millions of rice grains scatter to the bare floor.

“THAT'S MY FOOD, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU-”

His voice is like molten lava when he looks down at you and points toward the ground. “Kneel.”

You feel nothing but cold air slide across your exposed arms when he trudges back to your little kitchen. Your mind reels and your stomach sinks and sinks and sinks- burning a hole through the rest of your organs.

“Am I being punished for something?”

“Be a good girl and kneel on the rice.” He says and because you were nothing but a slave to the dominance in his voice, you slowly lower yourself to the ground. From behind the kitchen counter he watches your face contort into unmistakable pain as the rice grains dig into your knees. He takes a while but soon you're fully kneeling on the floor. He rounds the counter once again until he's standing before you.

“That… child that was just here,” his voice is eerily calm as he caresses your cheek, “Who was that?”

Had you been in any other situation, under vastly different circumstances, you might have looked for the urge to laugh. His blatant jealousy of some university first-year was nothing if not laughable.

“He's just a friend from class- ah.” It almost becomes unbearable but for the sake of your self preservation, you know not to get up.

He continues to caress you, loosening his tie as he asks. “Which class?”

“P-Pardon?”

“You mean to tell me you only go to one class?” He snaps and you fight off tears, “What the fuck am I paying for?”

“You're paying for me to get my psychology degree.” You reply with feeble words, trying to put away the thought of all the little stabbings plaguing your knees.

“And does that entail sleeping with your classmates?”

“What?!” You screech as he walks away. You're suddenly left without nothing to hold onto and you sway forward, your palms landing on more rice.

“Y-You know I don't do that.” You cry, feeling the sting more from the accusation than the pain of all this bloody rice, “Y-You know I don't sleep around- You know I don't talk to anyone-”

You hear his briefcase click open. From your vantage point on the lowly rice-filled floor, you cannot see what he's taking out. It fills you with more dread than you've ever experienced before. Which was utterly ridiculous.

With him, dread is a thing you ought to be accustomed to. Dread is where you live now. You ought to get comfortable with it.

“Such a shame.” He tsks as he finally rounds the corner to reveal whatever it is he's gone to go fetch. His dress shoes clack against your recently varnished floor and you breathe heavily. The pain had subsided- or perhaps you've gotten used to it- which scares you more than anything. He's messing with your pain threshold. Causing you to build a tolerance for certain things and that terrifies you.

Hidden under all that terror was unmistakable lust.

God help you.

“I thought we were making progress, you and I.” you see the cane first. Made of rattan, it hangs from his strong hand corded with tense veins. A gleaming watch is secured around his wrist and you're already shaking your head as you slowly look up at him. Now the tears are right by the doorway. No matter how much pain he forces you to get accustomed to you could never survive this. Your body still has limits.

“He just asked me to help him with his spelling- Please!”

He raises an eyebrow. “Spelling, you say?” he pats down on your head, eliciting a dizzying wave of subordination as he says, “I think you've just given us our game for tonight, Doll.” He bends down, knees bending until he's somewhat closer to your height. He's still far too big for you. Far too much. You try to crawl backwards, you try to crawl away but he grabs you by your face. You're quite literally being expertly manhandled as he turns you around until you're on your knees in the opposite direction.

“Please…” You're begging but you don't know what for. Once his games were set in motion, nothing could stop him.

Your movements still when you fill him lower his large hand onto your backside. It's so big and warm and you momentarily forget about the rice digging into your skin. He slowly lifts up the skirt of your dress, revealing your underwear beneath.

“Our little Spelling Bee,” he lowers your panties down your thighs, causing a shiver to wrack through your entire body. It's pointless to hide how affected you are by every little thing he does.

“For every word you spell right,” he lifts your leg for you, giving you momentary reprieve from the pain as he manoeuvres you out of the underwear, “You get to cum.”

You'd never felt more degraded: being forced onto doggy style onto a million grains of rice while this man lets his fingers graze over your exposed cunt. He parts your folds and a wave of embarrassment rolls over your face. It's all so normal to him though, just sticking his fingers inside your cunt. He does it with the professionalism of gynecology and all you're able to do is stare blankly ahead while he prods at you.

“We can't make things too easy, though, so you're gonna keep this little thing warm for me while we play,”

You're craning your neck back, trying to get a look. “What thi-”

You release one hoarse gasp when he inserts something round and bulbous and vibrating, straight into your cunt.

“Th-This isn't a game. It's a punishment.” You say through gritted teeth, trying to fight off a moan as the vibrator hums inside you, “I've only ever had sex with one person-”

You. That voice pipes up in the back of your head, feeble as you felt. You think back on the time you gave him your virginity. It had been a bloody affair.

The second his cock ruptured your hymen and the blood began to coat your thighs, it only made him ravage you more. You'd gone to bed crying that night, your tears soaking into your pillows. You were unable to get up and head to classes the next day. All that pain and yet you also felt so incredibly fulfilled. The pain was a godsend.

But this pain? It's angry.

He's angry and he's punishing you for it.

Silence follows your pleas.

“Are you done?” He asks and your shoulders slump as the tears begin to fall. The urge to grind down onto the vibrator coupled with the rice stabbing your knees puts you in an odd predicament. The inner workings of your body is being made a fool of and he's the root cause.

“I'm afraid you've gotten too comfortable with me-”

“Comfortable?” You scoff, whipping your head back to glare at the man watching you with calm eyes and raised eyebrows. “I could never feel comfortable around you.”

“And you've forgotten your place.” He smiles before standing to his full height, “Letting little boys over to your place-”

“We were studying-”

“I've gone soft on you as of late.” He lets his other hand drag across the length of the hard cane. “Shame on me. It's clearly deluded you into forgetting about our arrangement.”

He steps around you until he's once again standing in front of you. “You've forgotten your place as a thing.”

He grabs your face. “My thing.”

You do a very wrong thing then.

You moan.

It's soft and insecure and so dreadful but you moan

His eyes search yours. You can see the pleasure diluting them. Causing them to go as round as saucers.

He wants to lean into that sound you just made, but he's still furious with you and that sends you into a spiral.

“I'm sorry. I'm sorry, okay-”

“So you admit you're a slut?” He asks, inches the buttons of his blaze as he readies his assault. “You whore yourself out to that little boyfriend of yours.”

"Boyfriend?” It's laughable. “Me?”

“Are you condescending me?” He asks darkly and you screech in frustration.

“You know I don't talk to anyone- Why are you so angry with me!?”

“You haven't seen angry, Little girl.” His face is calm. Dangerously so. “You haven't fucking seen angry.”

A shiver wracks through your body as you look up at his cold dead eyes.

“Fine.”

Whatever it takes.

“I am a slut-” you really weren't and the words barely register as truth but you're scrambling as he steps away from you. His hands folded in front of him and he appears oh so in control as he says, “Your first word is Gorgeous.”

You breathe out as you try to refocus enough to successfully spell the word.

“G-Oh.. fuck.” Your cunt spasms around the device and your eyes roll back. You're rocking backwards and forwards, frantically searching for friction that just isn't there. He loves the show you put on for him, writhing on the floor like a puppy in heat. He barely contains his glee as he raises his hand and says, “Wrong.”

“W-What!?” you blink, trying to shake away your pleasure-filled daze, “N-no that wasn't my final-”

“G-o-r-g-e-ou-s,” he says smugly as he moves until he's behind you. Your body tenses and the world shatters when he darkly repeats, “Wrong.”

The cane cracks through the air before it ever lands on your backside. The word ‘sting’ doesn't begin to cover the utter agony that blossoms across your asscheeks. All you know for all those seconds is white hot pain. Everything is at attention, and your body vitaly tries to urge you to take care of the inflicted wound but you can't.

“Sane.” He's breathing heavily as he walks over to stand in front of you. He's getting riled up, a strand of black hair falls in front of his almond eyes. His shoulders rise and fall and rise and fall. Seeing you get caned once does unspeakable things to his resolve. “Your next word is sane.”

Too easy.

"W-Which one?" You blink through the pain, trying to will the tears away. The second you slipped into self pity, it'd be over for you. "S-Sane is a homophone.” You say thickly. The pain. The pain. The pain. “There's Sane,” you glare up at him through wet lashes, “Which you very much aren't-" that amuses him greatly. You're regrettably far too happy to hear the dark chuckle. “Then there's Seine, like the fishing variety-”

He places his hand on your head. “Clever girl. I thought you didn't have a dad.”

“I don't,” you hiccup, “I just like fish. Men aren't the only fishers in the fucking world.”

“Smart mouth.” He pulls away again until he's standing at his full posture. “You use it like that with the boy from Psyche?”

Your shoulders slump and you don't care about the desperation in your voice as you reaffirm, “I'm telling you I haven't done anything-”

“Seine as in the fishing practice. Spell it.”

“S-E-I-N-E” your eyes are squeezed shut as you take a strike from a whip that never comes. Your eyes that had once been squeezed shut, slowly flit open and you're amazed to see his grinning face right in front of you. Every wrinkle running like tributaries around his eyes. The smile lines. He's so handsome it's devastating.

“Correct.” He says. “You're allowed to cum. Congratulations.” Just those few words have your eyes rolling into the back of your skull as you begin to rock back and forth. You lean into the pleasure like a warm and fluffy blanket during aftercare. It's a godsend and it has you moaning and whining into the air.

“Let me give you a hand,” he says, before stopping to deliver that signature, “My little winner.” He brings you in close, your hands cling onto his forearm while the other reaches behind you. He delivers a kiss to your forehead as his fingers find your puffy clit.

“I'm gonna-”

“Cum for me my Clever girl. Cum for me before I change my mind,” There is nothing but him. He consumes you as you fervently hump against his hand on all fours like the animal he reduced you to. Your hips move on their own accord and in his eyes, you can see his own pleasure mounting. Its in the gravel in his voice when he clears his throat and says, “Thank me for letting you cum.” your orgasm crashes down on you and it's ferocious. It's vicious. It's guttural. The rice underneath you still serves as a reminder of your punishment and that somehow has you coming harder.

“Thank you for letting me cum Sir,”

his eyes flutter shut and his chest expands as he basks in your servitude. He breathes it in, letting it settle in his bones, making him feel as important as he needs to.

“N-No more, please,” you whisper once the orgasm passes. He doesn't switch off the vibrator and soon the pleasure bleeds into a painful discomfort. the aftershocks rattle through your body as you drift into overstimulation, “Please-Done-” you became horribly useless with your words when he had you like this, and he watches you so intently as if not only turned on by your torture but so completely intrugued by it. You intrigued him.

“Stop-” You begin but he chuckles as he moves away from you. He straightens his suit and readies the cane, “Why? You’re not even bleeding yet.” He says, “Suck it up.”

“Oh my god, I need to come again,” it rolls through you quite literally out of nowhere and you gasp as you try to keep it at bay. Cumming without having won a round was a breach in the rules of the game and you didn't wanna do that.

“Well then, I guess you better spell the next word for me.” he says with a smile.

You swallow thickly. Your previous win elicits a tiny sliver of confidence and spelling is something you excel in so you steel your nerves. You breath in deeply and stare blankly ahead.

“Honorificabilitudinitatibus.”

You immediately look up at him.

“Latin words arent-” another aftershock rams through you. You're so close to cumming completely hands-free. “L-Latin words aren't allowed.”

Nothing but a dark chuckle escaped him at your expense. “I had no idea you were making the rules.” He says sarcastically. “Had no idea the cane's in your hand.” That draws your gaze to the cane, leaning in his palm.

Point made.

He could throw in whatever wild-card word he wanted because he held the cane.

“H-o-n-o-r-” you make the mistake of looking up at him then. He's gazing down at you with his head tilted slightly to the right. His cane behind his back as he leans down slightly.

“No cumming,” he tsks, shaking his head. “Disqualified.”

“B-But I didn't-” even as you say those words, you feel it. The lightning zipping through you like a phantom. A ditzy sort of smile flashes across your face as you succumb to the pleasure being forced out of you. “F-Fuck-” its so painful and so fucking good you're seeing stars. He runs a hand through his messy hair and the cane comes down on your backside. This time it draws blood.

“I'm a rusty old man, glad to see I've still got a firm grip,”

“P-Please-” You're still caught in the world of unicorns and rainbows. Your orgasm is center stage, in spite of all the pain. You didn't even know your body could cum for this long. You didn't think it was possible but here you are, riding wave after wave of pleasure induced by a vibrator in your cunt while he canes you almost mindlessly.

He transcended every realm of physical possibilities.

He's breathing heavily now as the cane falls to the floor. The end is bloody. You stare down at the floor while he moves behind you.

“Don't forget, this is a transaction,” Behind you he kneels behind you, his fingers graze your backside, “This is about you avoiding student debt for the rest of your miserable life. A life you'll probably spend married to some depressed drunk who beats you and doesn't even let you cum.” A hand pulls you back by your hair until you're seated on your haunches. Skin had broken.

Your blood drips down your backside like a marble statue in the rain. There were marks. Scars.

“You're indebted to me.” He says behind you. “Say it.”

“I'm indebted to you.”

“Thank me for hitting you, Doll.” His hands drift over your body. The softest touch after these moments of brutality.

Th-" You struggle to catch your breath as he digs his fingers in your cunt, finally freeing you of the vibrator that rattles to the floor, “Thank you… for hitting me.”

He hums into your hair, smelling you, feeling you. “You're welcome, my little winner,”

You hear the sound of his zipper, and frantic movements behind you. You're utterly spent. You'd let him do anything he wanted. Anything at all.

“You look so pretty, Baby. Look at you,” his fingers swipes down the arch of your back. He brings his hand around to show you the crimson dropping from his index. Almost automatically as if the two of you were in communication far beyond that of human understanding, he brings your finger forward the same time you dip your head lower and roll your tongue out. Until the taste of your own blood drawn from all his sadistic torture is wiped along your tongue.

He groans. “I wanna jerk off with your blood.” He admits, “Fuck-”

You gasp, beginning to rock on haunches as if you could still feel that vibrator inside you, “Please- don't say stuff like that-”

This was bad enough.

You were bad enough.

He's already corrupted you to a point where you didn't even recognize yourself.

Where is the quiet, shy girl you had been? She's drowning under all the blood he'd spilled to make himself cum. She's buried under all the pain, all the turmoil and all the damn torture.

You don't miss her

"Pl-lease fuck me, I need it." Your voice is hoarse and you realize you're making demands but still you peer at him over your shoulders. Your tired eyes plead with him.

“I never ever ask you for anything. I've let you control everything.”

While you speak, your voice deep and hoarse, his hand is already moving over his erection. He bends you forward, until you're in doggy style again. Fabric rustles. Your limbs are trembling.

“For once, just grant me th-” the words are barely out your mouth before he's shoving his cock all the way inside you.

“O-Oh God!” Your eyes squeeze shut as he fucks you on the floor like a rabid animal. You try to crane your head back, to watch him ravage you.

His hair is a mess, his tie completely undone. He's everything he tries to hide from the rest of the world. Nothing but an untamed beast.

“Your cunt is so fucking tight-” he says, resting his hands on bloody ass. He guides your movements, pulling you roughly down on his cock until you're screaming into the open air. You're both like animals. You've both regressed to the very basis of your instincts.

“I need to see your blood on my cock,” He's already pulling out of you. The sound reverberates with finality all around the apartment and you cry. It's all you're able to do as you crane your head back to watch him stroke his cock with a bloodied fist.

“Are you ready to cum for me again, baby?”

Your lips are quivering as you rock backwards urging his cock in, “L-Like you won't believe,”

“Then cum for me, Princess.” He says, sliding his cock back inside your overstimulated cunt. Your orgasm is instant and swift and it rocks through you, tightening your cunt around his cock like a vice. His movements grow more frantic as he fucks you through it, keeping a firm grip on your ass.

Your mouth falls open when you realize he's fucking his own cum and your blood back into you and its all too much. He throws his head back when he cums, letting his hips stutter against your ass and the world spins.

“You're s-such a fucking slut,” he laughs manically. You've quite literally given yourself to a sadistic monster and the post nut clarity is vicious.

“I want to take you out,” he says, way softer than he had been a minute ago.

Your body tenses. “Out? Where-”

“Dinner.” He says. “You deserve it… my little winner.”

If you knew anything about anything, you knew it wouldn't just be any ordinary dinner.

But who were you to refuse?

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[kasugabee666]

👸Princess and Magician🧙

YAY! I made some sketches on the author's AU @pluck-heartstrings

I liked this story so much that I have a little courage to imagine if my character was present in a similar AU. I imagine Bella as a magician-conjurer, like Merlin in King Arthur. She entertains children with tricks and handicrafts (Bella: create various trash that parents will not save) + small shows with the presence of other animatronics. Secret note: She has a hook on her lower back hidden by a bow

I stick to my version of the AU, where she was an employee of a pizzaplex and her soul accidentally got into this robot. On the plus side, her remnant charges the robot well, so she needs to charge often haha.

Since I am a fan of the Princess and the y/n, so Bella actively helps her and feeds her with coupons for almost free food and merch. She is not so afraid to steal a trinket for the reader from the warehouse, since a dead person has nothing to be afraid of.

+ my character is also a singer, but not so strong in opera, but the voice modules correct false (I don't think that perfect singing is so important to Faz Corp, it is important for the role of the Princess). Double opera hurray and more of an entertainment show in the style of King Arthur, his knights, Merlin and Morgana. The main bonus: jesters.

A little later I will make more sketches for the role of my character, but she plays more of a secondary role, where she sits in her fortune-telling tent and creates a plan to escape from the new plex to which she was brought. After all, the previous one burned down, and a month before this incident she was taken out of the building for a systems check. She is made by a private company, so FazCo owns 50 percent of the rights to the robot.

ACTIVELY WAITING FOR THE CONTINUATION OF THE STORY😭💕💕

[ddd-lost-lady-del]

What Yugioh deck would ISAT characters play?

Welcome to a series that was inspired by the existence of multiple posts that crossover between two of my interests: ISAT and Yugioh. What comes of this? Why a thought of what currently released Yugioh TCG decks (as of January 2025) would each ISAT main character play. I do want to put a disclaimer that I do not know every deck and how it plays and a Pendulum fan so there may be some bias.

Also quite obviously there will be full game spoilers for In Stars And Time so be warned when reading.

Part 1: Siffrin

Starting with our lovely protagonist I want to start with what I feel closely aligns with Siffrin on multiple axes: Performapal Odd-Eyes.

The first argument for this is that this is the deck used by Yuya Sakaki, the protagonist of Arc-V which I know is a poor argument on its own but hear me out folks.

A lot of Siffrin that we see throughout the game is a character that does their best to hide the sadness that their life holds and ultimately doing their best to make the other party members, their family happy. Yuya's whole character schtick is using duelling as a means to spread happiness and smiles. Even when we see him pushed to his limits for the most part Yuya pushes himself to be happy and spread smiles through his entertainment duelling style. Both characters are a little goofy in their way they go about things, Siffrin with his puns and Yuya with his dorky actions with using his monsters in his duelling style, using Performapal Whip Snake as a rope to swing across gaps, riding on Performapal Hip Hippo to escape attacks,or jumping off of Performapal Trampolynx for extra height being examples of Yuya using his monsters in his duelling style.

Moving away from how Siffrin is similar to Yuya because it's a flimsy argument to justify a deck I now want to discuss Siffrin's playstyle and how it connects to a Peformapal Odd-Eyes deck. Firstly, versatility. Siffrin has access to every to every kind of skill except one, debuffs. I'm not looking to assign each extra summoning type to a skill but I do want to take the idea of not having every skill available to you to be relevant. Performapal Odd-Eyes also lacks a single in archetype summoning type (we are not including Gemini they're effectively normal or basic effect monsters with extra steps) in not having an in-archetype link monster. Most of the different summoning types come from the Odd-Eyes part of the deck examples being Odd-Eyes Pendulumgraph Dragon for Ritual, Odd-Eyes Vortex Dragon for Fusion, Odd-Eyes Absolute Dragon for XYZ, and Odd-Eyes Meteorburst Dragon for Synchro. However, some of these cards are accessible through Performapal cards like Performapal Odd-eyes Dissolver and Perfomapal Odd-eyes Synchron (Yes they're also Odd-Eyes but you get the point).

One thing that strongly connects the Performapal section of the deck with Siffrin is that the names would be a major part of what would influence his choice. Performapals include Camelump, Changeraffe, Elephammer, Friendonkey, Secondonkey, Drummerilla, guitartle, Gongato, Kaleidoscorp, Lizardraw, Monkeyboard, Parrotrio, Partnaga, Rain Goat, Swincobra, Trampolynx, and Trumpanda. There are a fair few that don't follow this naming scheme like Ladyange, Gentrude, Coin Dragon, and Celestial Magician but a fair few of the Performapal cards are cards that are a portmanteau of two different words and we all know how Siffrin likes their puns.

Finally I want to discuss another major part of Performapal that connects to Siffrin's playstyle. A fair part of the Performapal strategy focuses on modulating attack stats for your benefit. Usually this is in the form of buffs to attack with cards like Perfomapal Silver Claw, Performapal Pendulum Sorcerer, Performapal Gold Fang, Performapal Fire Mufferlion, or Yuya's anchor and resident mediocre card Smile World however there are cards that benefit from these buffs such as Performapal Smile Sorcerer which draws cards for each monster you control with attack higher than its original. This connects to Siffrin's own playstyle with the buffs of Make Up The Time (speed) and Done Heal (attack). Boosting others attack to assist in destroying the enemy and providing advantage with higher rate of turns with speed (which we can look at as more cards).

One final point I will make for this deck is how many working eyes Siffrin has. One, an odd amount of eyes. I rest my case.

Now I understand that there are other decks that could fit in to Siffrin at different moments of the story or have minor connections to Siffrin as either funny little nods or otherwise so I wanted to give a small talk about some of these decks.

Abyss Actor: This deck would definitely work with Siffrin's theatre background however I feel he wouldn't turn to this deck until he begins to heavily fall into the theatre speech circa act 3-5 and becomes the main dialogue of his character. Each Abyss Actor monster fills a role like Abyss Actor Sassy Rookie, Abyss Actor Trendy Understudy, Abyss Actor Evil Heel, and Abyss Actor Comic Relief. Much like the monsters there's the existence of the Abyss Scripts which are the spell cards for the archetype. With Siffrin's fall into seeing the world as a play that he is having to repeatedly participate in, a deck like the Abyss Actors would be a strong characteristics choice.

Time Thief: This one is just a funny nod to Siffrin's situation. It's a thief/rogue class that is stuck looping through time and can technically force the loop. They're a Time Thief lol. The only other close connection would be Time Thief Redoer's effect when detaching a monster from it to "Banish this card until the End Phase).

So yeah, that's the first part of my personal analysis of what Yugioh deck that the ISAT characters. If you have any other decks that Siffrin would play I would be happy to hear as I know I don't know every archetype that exists in Yugioh and I'm likely to have missed something that would fit.

Ta ta

(sources: All Yugioh Cards were taken from https://yugipedia.com/wiki/Yugipedia

Images of Siffrin from https://instarsandtime.wiki.gg/wiki/Siffrin/Gallery

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[anthurak]

Do you ever just have just like… completely random idea associations to form something that is both totally bonkers and utterly awesome?

You see, over the past couple days there are two things of particular note that I have been doing:

A: Building a Yugioh deck in Master Duel that I have dubbed that ‘What if Alexis Rhodes actually got to be the awesome fucking badass she deserved to be’ deck.

It’s a mix of Cyber Angel, Herald and Drytron focused on getting out badass ritual monsters like Cyber Angel Vrash, Herald of Ultimateness and the giant Dyrtron mechanical space dragons. Basically the kind of deck Arc-V Alexis could probably use to pound Yuri, his dragon and his smug Melvin-wannabe ass face into the dirt.

B: Watching the Bowser vs. Eggman Death Battle episode a few times, and specifically doing a post on how I found the dynamics of Team Eggman through the fight particularly interesting.

So now, after having been idly listening to the battle music after having been playing this deck a bit, I have now found myself with a particular… vision in my head:

Alexis Rhodes, commanding an ARMY of Celestial Cyber Angels, Heavenly Fairy Heralds and Giant Mechanical Space Dragons. Specifically in an epic battle against Zarc and his gimmicky gaggle of extra-deck dragons.

As in, it’s barely even a ‘duel’. Like Alexis throws down the Drytron Fafnir field spell and just starts commanding her forces from her GIANT DRAGON SPACESHIP, which can also transform into a mech. And is also crewed by various faeries, lesser angels and Cyber Girls.

And it’s all Cyber Angels, Heralds and Drytrons battling with the Dimensional Dragons and their followers. The ‘lesser’ Drytron modules going up against an army of Supreme King Darkwurms, the Cyber Angels battling the various ‘Magicians’ of the Supreme King, the various Light Heralds flying around providing support, Drytron Meteonis Draconids and Quadrantids battling the Four Dimensional Dragons and Drytron Meteonis DAD ducking it out with Supreme King Z-ARC.

Which ends with Cyber Angel Vrash wiping out all the Extra Deck dragons, Herald of the Diviner combining all the heralds into Herald of Ultimateness and cheekily negating literally EVERYTHING Zarc does in response, Meteonis Draconids clearing out all of Zarc’s remaining Special Summoned monsters, Meteonis Quadrantids wiping all of Zarc’s spells and traps and a super-charged Drytron Meteonis DAD obliterating Supreme King Z-ARC.

And then like… I dunno, Alexis and her Cyber Girls pummel Zarc into the ground until he agrees to not be evil anymore? Or maybe just punt him into space and vaporize him with Fafnir.

Like, uh… I have no idea if I’m every actually going to DO anything with this idea. I just wanted to put it down and throw it out there.

[apilgrimpassingby]

So, Grace (@sapphosremains) has been given an offer to read Theology at Oxford, at which I went into her inbox and told her that, in English folklore, only Oxford scholars can exorcise (or, as it's called in folklore, "lay") ghosts, and so I want to know if her Theology course will include a module on ghost-laying.

After that, I suggested we can team up: she uses her theology training to exorcise ghosts, I use my folklore knowledge to become a folk magician, and together we banish supernatural nastiness up and down Britain.

Thus,

My Folk Magician Kit List

Rowan whip; in Lincolnshire folklore, these break witches' spells, and their properties against witchcraft and faerie enchantment are also known in northern England, the West Midlands and the Scottish Highlands. Plus it's just cool.

Lots of pins and needles; Pins and needles are common in English folk magic, especially in spells to break or prevent witchcraft, such as the creation of witch bottles (bottles of pins, needles and the urine of the cursed person that turn the evil back on the witch) and sheep's hearts pierced with pins to, again, break witchcraft.

Bible; used in the book-and-key divination method (saying deum deorum - God of Gods - and putting a key inside the Bible, asking yes-no questions and getting a positive answer from the key exiting) and also a prominent fixture in English folk magic - for example, Ezekiel 16:6 was historically used as a charm to staunch bleeding. Will be in the King James, since that's the traditional English version and has extra gravitas.

Cross; excellent ward against supernatural nastiness of all kind.

Iron knife; useful for cutting stuff up and also a ward against faeries.

Bread; carried in the pocket, it prevents pixie-leading (being magically led astray by faeries) and is also just good to eat.

Candles; particularly candles blessed on Candlemas (2nd February), which were said to ward off storms and demons, and candles in general see a fair bit of usage in folk magic.

Salt; a very common ward against witchcraft and demons, and also a useful magical ingredient.

Hag stone (a stone with a natural hole through it); these things allow you to see faeries and ward off night hags (sleep paralysis monsters).

Snake powder; the powdered skin of a snake killed on a Midsummer midnight, which grants the power of invisibility.

Frog breastbone; the bone of a frog killed and fed to ants, with all the bones thrown into a stream, and the breastbone floating upstream; if caught, it grants control over horses.

Frogspawn; there's a disturbing amount of magical lore based around abusing frogs (the bit above is just the tip of the iceberg), and so it seems like a good idea to have a supply of new frogs on hand.

Holy water; has all kinds of uses - warding off evil spirits is just the chief of them.

Notebook; write down spells and case notes and whatnot.

(Don't worry, I'm not going to become a folk magician. I just made this post to have fun with this idea and geek out about folklore.)

[projectdivapolls]

[limoncats]

i just had to draw Ruby in the Miku Magician module. i love that model sm it fits her so much

Ruby Rubellite by @kiraprismart

module under cut ^v^

[dndhistory]

302. David Cook - CB1: Unchained! (1984)

The first of the short-lived Conan module series (there will be a CB2 and that's it), this makes the Hyborian Age of Conan officially the fourth D&D world, after Greyhawk, Mystara and Dragonlance. Being a new campaign world it has different things happening in it. 

So, the world of Conan was a definite influence on the creation of D&D, in fact Gygax was more a fan of Robert E. Howard's brand of Sword & Sorcery than even Tolkien's High Fantasy. This can be seen in the more rugged, horrific and dark feeling of many of the earliest adventures as well as the profusion of evil magicians and liches as antagonists. However, the world of Hyboria does not fit perfectly with AD&D as it would develop later.

So, the gods in the Hyborian Age are pretty absent, which makes for a very different kind of healing an cleric abilities, and this modules is pretty good at covering that. It also gives us a generic Conan adventure, which is best played using the pre-rolled characters of Conan himself, and some side characters from the stories, such as Valeria, Juma and Nestor. Other mechanics like Fear and Luck as added to give the adventures more of an Hyborian flavor. These together with some excellent Jeffrey Butler interior art make for a pretty interesting and unique module. 

[doomstarmagician]

He’s moving through the blanket of night, quiet footsteps echoing softly against the sidewalk as he ventures away from the cityscape. In his hands is his small robot companion, Nano, with a full battery and all systems online for a night of urban exploration around abandoned buildings. And yet, there’s an interruption. A loud one.

Wailing sirens.

There’s commotion in the distance, emergency vehicles speeding through the streets with a grave sense of urgency. The magician pauses for only a moment longer than necessary.

“Huh…”

Bweep bwoop!

Nano’s voice module beeps, drawing Doomstar’s attention away. Turning away from whatever scene is unfolding back around the city, he continues on his way. Whatever it was, it had nothing to do with him. “Come, Nano. Let’s see what the abandoned asylum has in store for us.”

[ome-magical-ramblings]

"The McCarthy Shill", Egregores, and the influence of different magical schools into the thinking

This blog post was in regard to one of my friend's comment and him feeling pessimistic about it, he told me how "gods sucks, kabbalah is elitist. Don't matter how much I practice, someone gonna get the dream initiation cause they just meant for it. McCarthy shill is actually legit" I hope that this preceding quotation clears up the topic of why I am talking here or why I feel the need for talking about this considering that my friend is reading Quaeria's book right now.

I am someone who personally have his own reservations about the author and magic teacher Josephine McCarthy alongside her course Quareia. I am afraid the adage that says If you're not paying for the product, then you're the product , that's the case with Quaeria's course. I don't like beating around the bush but something to say from Jean Dubuis's essay "Group trips or Solo traveler" if we work in a group, or under the direction of a pseudo "master" or "guru" or through some mediumship we will only perceive the Astral. I hope that at least this clears up some concepts here. I personally recommend the work of Mouni Sadhu, G.O Mebes. Valentine Tomberg, and the french-russian tarot/occult school with their in-depth explanation of egregores and tarot concepts, Stavish in his book egregores talks about it passingly from the french russian school view, worth a read if you don't want to go down that rabbit hole. That's done...Back to the "McCarthy's Shill" a lot of stuff feels very general and "modular" and "not attached to any school". I mean that's what Quareia is about no? in Module 2, Lesson 1 you say

I (say your name), as an apprentice of the Quareia, ask that I begin the journey of the cup.” Why do you have to say that out loud? and she have weird stuff to say about getting practical results:

If you try to dodge that growth process through results magic, you will not only end up magically weak and ineffective, but you will also start to slide down the long slope of degeneracy as a magician. For example, I have been in magic for nearly forty years, and I have connections with magicians all over the world. I have yet to meet a long-term results magician who is not broke, lonely, sick, depressed and screwed up. They all do well for a small number of years… and then the backlash comes home to roost.

What about her own vision of Pentagram Ritual as she calls it(LBRP spin off) ?

Get out your notes from your astrology lesson and your work with the chart and the pentagram. Look up your planets again in relation to you standing in the centre of the chart/pentagram. Focus on the positions of Saturn and Pluto.

The full ritual is in module 2, lesson 3. Suffice to say, WHY WOULD YOU WORK WITH SATURN AND PLUTO in your pentagram ritual. It just sounds insane and don't get me started with her Arbatel or PGM takes. What do you get in the last lesson of Apprentice's lesson?

Remember, from now on, for the rest of your life, you have agreed to be judged in this life and to walk the path of the Mysteries.

She says it's not an oath, but...isn't it an oath since you said "I Agree" to the angel in the vision of the 81st lesson? One last thing to consider is that.. in one of her podcast she mentions that the magician is on the altar of greater force. ENOUGH McCarthy lol! that's the general message here, yes she have inner contacts but the forces she's in contact with might not be very suitable with everyone. I will ask you, do you want to learn your own life lessons or do you want her life lessons? A misconception some people have is that they have to force themselves to go through certain experiences to validate their beliefs that they're going on the right track. You don't need me, McCarthy, or anyone else to tell you that! You have your own life lessons, Josephine have some good stuff here and there, her technique works but clearly there's an agenda going on. Maybe not her..but something behind her pushing these ideals or thoughts. Visionary magic, it works but are you sure you want to get into contact with the "forces" that she got into contact with? I ended up making 60% or maybe 70% about bashing Quaeria and the course, but let's focus on something more important here. The author you read ,the books, the courses, the spirits, the land, etc all of that gathers up and add up. Take a step back and see how they affect you and how they affect the way you think about stuff. Really just look at each school, tradition, or even methods. Take a step back and think about the methods being pushed here and there, they all have their own preconceptions and ideas that are forced upon us willingly and unwillingly. What started in my thought of this blog to not give up on this or that, became more of an introspective of are you taking the right steps? are you doing the right thing? for who? for you. It is sometime comforting to just take people's insight, or take their views on stuff and work with them temporarily. Sometime people are overly skeptical of stuff and act like know-it-all and sometime people are too trusting of the authors or people who wrote stuff. I will borrow the word of someone( @HieraTechne ) in the hermetic house who said

a) Persevere, persist. b) It won't be pleasant, you will feel alone in the silence, but persevere, persist. c) It can help to treat your path as a Leap of Faith. Imagine yourself blindfolding your self, and making a step into the unknown. if you can't reward yourself with the content of the contact, reward yourself with your faith, your determination, your persisting. d) Stuff will happen beside seeing or hearing. e) You not seeing or hearing them doesn't mean they not hearing or seeing you. f) Do not be jealous of other people amazing or, from your perspective, even otherworldly experience. It will happen. Forgive yourself and go on. g) You will still have amazing experiences, just of a different grade. Learn to love what you have, and get the best out of it.

And that's 100% true, you don't need to have my experience or someone else who's naturally psychic's experience. I personally knew the difficult of spirit vision and visualization when I first started and couldn't wrap my head around it, just do the other stuff like petition, prayers, talismans, work in nature, work at home, invocations, etc. So it is with taking all of that consideration, don't give up. If it is a dream initiation you want, then dream incubation you must. If you keep going, praying, doing rituals, and all of that, it is heard. Keep going and it will be answered, just like R.O's Seven Sphere or Stavish's dream incubation through elements and planets. I ask that you pray to the planets, to gods, to the land, pray to them and for them. Pray to the divine, pray to the earth, just keep praying and applying yourself to the craft and you will make it. If anything, just like the sun goes down at night and die. So your aspiration shall be reborn like a blazing, strong, and powerful ray of solar flare in the morning. I believe in you, friend(s) <3 with all the efforts you put in I believe you will be rewarded. I hope my ramblings was helpful for someone who feel defeated or hopeless in regard to practice.

[universalanguage]

Past to Present: The Hybrid in Retrospect

In the world of Hip-Hop few and far apart are the seminal voices that shake up traditional styles to birth something new and dynamic. Detroit's Danny Brown is one of those voices, who's managed to win over a cult-like fanbase due to his unique stylings and often strange antics.

With the recent release of his joint album w/ JPEGMAFIA accurately titled "Scaring the Hoes" I couldn't help but harken back to the Danny Brown cuts that initially caught my ear.

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Sometime in late 2010 an acquaintance of mine was playing various new rap cuts in between bits of a writing process to generate our own rhymes. Early in the mix of songs that was something that I had never heard before and it stood out like a sore thumb. The track was "Shooting Moves" from Danny Brown's critically acclaimed debut album "The Hybrid". To clarify, while many see "XXX" as his initial album there is a large swath of folks who remember and revere the former record as their intro.

To be quite honest, at the time I would've considered myself a purist of sorts whose favorite hip-hop records came with a more backpack kind of sound so my initial reaction to Danny was something of disgust. It's truly bizarre that I had an outright distaste for what I was hearing but for some reason or another I couldn't help but revisit that song for about a month wondering why someone would voluntarily listen to it. His voice was shrill at times and often totally out of tune and the beat selection was something otherworldly altogether but I couldn't leave it alone..... and then it clicked.

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To those of you familiar with the Kingsway Sample Library the name Frank Dukes will ring plenty of bells. To those who aren't, just know that Frank is a sort of musical savant who plays and records original samples that have been used by producers such as Jake One, Hit-Boy, Kanye and even the elusive Madlib. Before the unfolding of what's become a brilliant career Frank Dukes was another producer on the rise and many early Danny Brown tunes including "Shooting Moves" featured Frank's inventive brand of sampling and arrangement.

"Shooting Moves" happened to be the tip of a rather bizarre iceberg. Once I managed to wrap my head around the wild sonics and strange flow patterns I was hooked. Soon after I discovered "The Hybrid" which was then and still is one of my personal favorite albums of all-time.

The opener "Greatest Rapper Ever" starts in with a spacey modulated sample and the perfect drum break crafted by none other than Quelle Chris. Danny's starts in immediately with the following lyrics:

My homie a magician with the Tec (Tec) Make your chain disappear and reappear on his neck (Neck) I ain't tricking with your hoes (Nah), but, shit, don't ask 'em (Nah) Only thing I give a bitch: A fucking orgasm (Chyeah) I'll throw you in the river (River), hands tied tight (Tight) Watch your ass drown, feel it in the air tonight (Tonight) I'm spitting that dope shit (Dope), smoking on regulars (Ugh) Writing sixteens like internet child predators (Chyeah)....

To say I was floored is an understatement. Never in my life had I heard something so awe inspiring, it's the kind of reaction that only happens on very rare occasions like when you first heard Kid A by radiohead or something but if I were to put it into a rap nerd perspective is comparable to the kind of feeling I get when I listen to "Ready to Die" by Biggie. Something so viseral yet indescribable that it makes you wanna punch something and cry heavy tears at the same time. I'd wager that I played that track at least ten times before starting in on the rest of the album which was immaculate from track to track.

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Most notable on this release in terms of cadence and approach to rapping is the intermingling of Danny's various vocal tones. Post "XXX" his signature high pitched register is a calling card of sorts but "The Hybrid" is an example of his early attempts at perfecting such a cadence. Albeit biased this is my favorite era of his work for just that reason. Danny was in the up and comer space and as a result was still trying various sounds and deliveries. As a result from track to track the album gives us a wise spectrum with which to engage and paints fine brush strokes with a myriad of colour palettes. Songs like "Greatest Rapper Ever" feature a more brash and confrontational tone that harkens to his background in the ghettos of Detroit while others like the closer "S.O.S." have a more soft and poetic undertone.

A great example of the projects versatility is a track titled "Juno" which I assume is titled after the Elliot Page (formerly Ellen Page) and Michael Cera film. This cut has Brown giving an unadulterated observation of the struggles and disappointments that are birthed as the result of unplanned pregnancy in a poverty ridden landscape. The opening line references Tupac's "Brenda's got a baby" directly paying homage to what might've been the songs direct inspiration but rather than take the more soft and thoughtful tone Danny's delivery embodies the type of frustration and disgust that breeds itself among those in dire straights. It's quite literally the ugly truth in it's purest form and as ugly as it might be it draws you in and keeps you coming back.

Another stand out is "Drinks on Me" features an utterly intoxicating instrumental and has Danny reflecting on the ills of alcoholism through an introspective lens. This track observes the various angles and vantage points that "normalize" alcohol within society and touches the core of the subject matter succinctly. From drinking as a means of celebration to drowning one's sorrows in a bottle of their choosing it's one of those songs that's managed to get me into my feels even when I'm in the best of moods and although counter-intuitive pairs well with a drink.

For those familiar with Danny's work beyond this period, you'll feel right at home with joints like "White Stripes". It's one of the earliest examples of the pitch and delivery we've all come to know so well. The sample is a grungy mix of dirty guitar fuzz and big drums that function like an 80's power ballad. The rapping is something all it's own as the vocal inflections aren't quite as embellished as Brown's subsequent releases. The tone is a great range of vocals from low to medium and higher registers and is a lot more fluid than the years that followed in my own opinion. You can hear the energy of something new being brought forth. It's the kind of thing that happens when someone makes something they know is good but hasn't field tested it to see if the flame will catch. Nonetheless it makes for one of the most memorable and awe inspiring offerings.

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I could wax nostalgic about this album from front to back for ages. it holds a really special place in my heart and in my library and for those who haven't explored it I urge that you do so with urgency and the utmost intent. From Danny's off the wall fashion to his unique and eclectic style of rapping/songwriting much of what the so called modern era syphons from is owed to albums such as this that birthed and inspired so much of what proceeded them.... but don't just take my word for it.

-YOSHI

[chuluoyi]

noooo 😭😭 who you gonna use the s-chips on then 😭

UNHOLY BLOOD!!! It's my 1st Vampire-related manhwa and it's so good!!! Hayan is such a GIRLBOSS! I LOVE THE MAGICIAN DUDE AND HIS LION 🥹🥹🥹 But yes Euntae and Hayan's relationship was too slow I couldn't take it... But at least they had such a cute relationship at the end 🫶🏻

do you know the manga artist has a new webtoon? I'm not sure what it's called but I heard it's good! I've yet to read it myself... On another note, I love the art so much it's so unique and different from other manhwas!

And hmm few of my faves are "Death is the only end for the villainess", "No longer a heroine!", and "The Couple breaker". The last 2 are by the same artist! The 1st is a regular "I died and was reincarnated as a villainess" kind of story, BUT It has a twist! It's in an otome game instead of a storybook! Quite interesting... The 2nd is based on the life of an actress. It's pretty realistic and is a little dark... Not much romance tho...The last is really drama HAHAH It's crazy like the name says it all. As for childhood friends to lovers, I recommend "The Secret Bedroom of a Dejected Royal Daughter". It's a little bit enemies to lovers too. And it has 18+ Scenes 😁🤭 That's a bonus.

For status?! Honestly I don't get how that works LIKE you don't feel anything for him? And yeah! I agree that we definitely want the real thing. Woahh but 23 isn't that bad! Exactly I don't wanr boys I want men.

And HAHAHA don't worry bae you're not lecturing at all! I kinda like it when people give me advice.

It's not hot but it's too rainy 😭 I love the rain but I'm on school break now and I wanna go out with my friends 🫠

HAHAHAH I FEEL YOU OMG! Like its so gut-wretching and painful but IT FEELS SO GOOD TO READ!

Impulse buying HAHAH Makeup ain't Impulse buying it's a necessity 🫶🏻 WOAH 10 EPS IS A LOT- My best was like 4 eps maybe HAHAHHA

Omg You're so right my Twitter was always untouched until I started receiving notifs of Gojo being alive theories... And Gege continues toying with us till the very end...

AHHAHA To be fair I started Aot cause of Levi like PLS HE'S SO HOT idc if he's like 8cm shorter than me- But it's really ... complicated.... Too complicated for my liking...I understand where your girl friends are coming from ...

HAHAHAHA Karma hitting him hardddd

Also Karma is the guy on the screen (Gojo) coming straight home to youuuuu [If you listen to Taylor Swift you'll understand haha]

Also I flunked my excel exam... Idk why I have this module it sucks cause I'm not tech savvy... I think I aced my accounting test tho so that's good! Thanks for believing in me tho 😭😭😭 so touched rn..

We'd PAY to be Suguru's monkeys 🐒 🙈

Lmk once you read it omg I wanna know what happens I LOVE this AU it's so cute!

And hang in there, Chu!!!! You can do it!! Ik its already Saturday but still!!! Atb for next week babe!!

p.s. so sorry I took so long to reply, I'm overseas now...

-🪩

hii disco anon!! sorry for the late reply too i was just back from my weekend break!🥹

for christmas event?🥹 there must be a christmas event… right? i haven’t checked the chinese server yet but there must be! (#trust💁🏻‍♀️)

RIGHT it was so good and i’m glad i found people who also like them bcs my friends don’t seem to be interested😭 i know it’s so slowburn but the story is so great too. I KNOW I LOVE HIM TOO but wait i also forgot his name😭 but euntae is so hot i can’t—

really?! i’m looking into it now!! i really love her story and art so it must be good🤭

oooh i never have much affinity for isekai manga but now that you said it’s good then i’ll def check it out!!👀 i read no longer heroine too!! aaah that was so good i was on the edge of my seat every chapter🤧 and hey couple breaker seems interesting?? i’ll eat that up this weekend and oooh what’s that in the end👀👀 okay thank you sm for the recs!!🫶🏻

i have a rec too!! must be a happy ending! have you read it? the art is soooo majestic and the plot got me like 😩🥲🫣🤭 many times i love it so much from the start to the end!!

honestly i don’t really understand to till this day actually, but yeah she didn’t seem to like him that much because as she said it herself it was all out of “curiosity” which is a big red flag in and of itself💀 mind you not even a year later they broke up 🙄

(aww i’m glad you feel that way <3 when we’re close i tend to run off my mouth so…)

ahh school break!! i used to sleep in most of the time🤭🤭

it’s necessity for us but some boys are just too nosy *sigh* they be like “i love natural look!” and then be 🙃 when they see our bare face 😩 HAHAH yeah back when i had so much free time i spent it all on binge-watching🥲 do you have any show recs?? can be anything, even anime too!!

HAHAHHAA omg there’s this one twt account that always makes points about how gojo will live until this day 😭😭 i have accepted it by this point but evidently twitter nation is still going strong🥹

OMG SAME like i know levi but i didn’t know eren at firstt🤧🤧 he seems so cool and so fine (my bf 🙄 again at me when i mentioned that) even with one eye missing in the recent last part of aot too!!

OH YEAH I LISTEN TO HER THESE DAAAYS omg i must make a confession; her songs are the inspiration for my fics these days🥹🥹 like everything is so relatable and the tune are so easy to remember i love her songs 🫶🏻

ohmy i’m sorry🥺 i used to be sooo bad at excel (esp macros) too but ever since i’m following some yt tutorials i started getting better! and let me give you some shortcuts too:

chat gpt. believe it or not it works on codes! my friend who is a programmer cheats from chat gpt sometimes🥲 not totally recommended but it can be your last resort

excel forum. whenever i get confused regarding codes or formulas, i drop by the forum to ask. there are many kind people there! and most of their codes and formulas work too

whaa accounting!! i used to be so bad at it like i would tear my hair out to find “why are they not balanced?!” 😭😭 i love science subjects better🥹 and aw you’re welcome!!

i haven’t read the bakerlon card yet but i will tonight!! will update you once i do!!🥹

awww thank youuu disco anon!!😭🫶🏻 you’re so sweet thank you for interacting with me!!! and it’s totally okay! waaa i hope you enjoy your vacation!!✨

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Part 7 of The Slayer's Anchor

The Latin Passage

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Summary:

On a chilly evening, Willow and Giles found themselves waiting for Buffy's return from patrol. As they waited, Willow stumbled upon an intriguing article about teenagers acting like vampires at night, but waking up as normal humans with no recollection of their escapades. Curious, Giles leaned in to read over Willow's shoulder, and together they delved deeper into the article. As they reached a passage in Latin, Willow faltered, but Giles smoothly took over and read it aloud. His voice was so alluringly soothing that Willow found herself lost in it, and the scent of his cologne added to the captivating atmosphere.

Notes:

Definitely entering uncharted waters here. I love reading Age-Gap romances, yet the moment I get into the writing one, something shifts, and I make it tragically impossible! Looks like I have a thing for dramatic unrequested crushes! lol Please, tell me what you think!

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Work Text:

 Willow sat at the round table, eagerly flicking through articles on her computer about supernatural behaviour. Buffy had been slaying all evening, and as Giles waited with her for Buffy's return, they stumbled upon an interesting piece. The article focused on teenagers who behave like vampires, feeding on others' blood at night, only to wake up as normal humans the next morning with no memory of their misdeeds. Giles read over Willow's shoulder, peppering her with questions and thoughts until they reached a passage in Latin. Willow blanched at the sight of the complicated script and stumbled over the words as she tried to read it aloud.

  Giles took the lead, immediately leaning closer to Willow, his breath tickling her earlobe as he started to read the Latin passage. His soothing, modulated voice sent shivers down Willow's spine as she listened intently. She lost herself in his words, as his soothing voice danced elegantly on each foreign syllable. After, he completed the ancient text; he went on reading the English translation for her.

  The article described a story from an old book long hidden by the church.  It talked about an ancient curse.

...It originated from an incantation crafted by a priest to reveal vampires without the touch of sunlight. But, his days were numbered. One of his enemies turned the poor priest into a vampire and made him work to deceive the church. However, when he tried to chant his own spell, it had a disastrous effect.   Without a soul, the magician priest could not perform light magic, it instantly turned dark witchcraft. The spell affected the young son of a noble. The poor boy had to be executed because of his disturbing actions, despite not being a real vampire; the evidence of his “evil soul” was evident. The article concluded that the spell was occasionally used during holly wars to confuse the enemy. Later, it was used by some satanistic groups to make people feel the injustice brought upon Vampires. So much went wrong because of the curse, and the parchment was finally buried in a sealed crypt, which was recently been excavated...

  Willow was lost in the moment, while picturing the events of the story unfolding before her mind’s eye, in intricate details. Noticing that she enjoyed his reading, Giles obliged. He continued reading the article with his velvety voice. She noticed then, for the first time, how intoxicating the scent of his cologne was, as if it contained all the secrecy and intrigue he hid behind his voice. The table creaked, as Giles leaned in on it, to relieve his back. Training with Buffy showed him just how old he has gotten.

  Eyes closed, Willow inclined her head to the side, allowing him access to her flesh. When he noticed, the sight of her dreamy expression took him by surprise. It has been way too long since a member of the other sex took notice of him or showed him any interest, yet Willow’s surrendering body language affected him more than it should, more than any propriety allowed. “This is a dangerous game to play, Giles” he thought in distress, reminding himself of his position. He inhaled sharply and turned the other way, as he stood up, cursing himself for his lack of sensibility. He was too close for comfort. He was never a man to take advantage of a woman, particularly not underage girls, he thought bitterly. So how did he got there?

  A little gasp told him that she just noticed what she had done. “Play it cool Giles, she is young, and it was partly your fault. So, man up and act casual,” he ordered himself. “I...I ... am sorry.” She said in a barely audible whisper.

  He felt bad for her, “Huh? What was that?” He said feigning innocence.

“Emm... I...I must have... fallen asleep!” she lied, with her sweet stutter.  Her scared eyes betrayed her anguish and youthful innocence.

  He flashed her a reassuring smile “Ah, it... its ok! It is very late. I wonder if we should go look for Buffy?” he said nonchalantly, as he nervously massaged the back of his neck. He didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, although, he realised it was too late for that.

  She nodded vehemently, and he was reminded of her age. “Goodness, what was he thinking?” He should be more careful around girls her age. He most certainly doesn’t want to hurt her. He stopped for a moment to think about his own relationship with Buffy. She doesn’t look to have any unwanted crushes on him, but one can never be too careful. A discrete sigh escaped his lips as he passed a sweaty hand over his face. “What is wrong with me, tonight?” he thought, exhausted. “Nobody has a crush on you old man, get a grip!”. He scolded himself as exasperation at himself grew louder in his head.

 A distant sound of heals tick-tocking in the corridor announced that someone was approaching, and he thanked the heavens for the distraction. Buffy walked into the room tired from the night’s exercise.

  Giles and Willow startled at Buffy's arrival, sharply returning to the present moment and their surroundings after being lost in their own world. Listening to Buffy’s comedic recounting of her annoyingly wet night, fighting un-dead slobs in the pouring rain, was like a cold bucket of water for Giles, the only one he must focus on is his ward, his slayer. He shouldn’t allow himself any distractions. Moreover, they were both children. “She is a child Giles” he chastised himself. “For god’s sake, he needs to go out sometimes. This self-imposed celibacy is starting to affect his judgement.” Tomorrow, he promised himself.

  Buffy yawned theatrically, and they all laughed. It was time to go home.  In their distraction, neither Giles nor Willow told Buffy about the strange phenomenon that they had discovered, earlier. They all needed a night’s rest; They could discuss paranormal occurrences the next day.

  Giles and Willow didn’t look at each other the entire time he drove the girls home. However, deep down inside, Willow knew she now had a secret she would never tell her best friend, for fear of shattering their friendship. She vowed to forget the newfound affection she had discovered for Giles. It’s just a crush; she reasoned with her bruised heart, it’ll pass. Hopefully, he didn’t notice anything. “Oh! Please god, don’t let him notice anything!” she prayed, before going to bed.

  What would her friends say about her? She couldn't bear to be chased out of the library, away from books and computers... away from him. A single tear rolled down her rosy cheek. "Why does she always fall for men who don't see her as a woman? Technically she is not a woman yet.. so... so perhaps she won't be all alone her entire life." She tried to cheer herself up. "It's just, it is so difficult to get over a  person when they are all you ever dream about. A chuckle escaped her lips. "So, Giles is my type! Wait till Buffy hears that." She was excited for a while before, she remembered. "Oh"! her mood fell immediately,  It’s a secret she cannot even share with her best friend.

  That's another reason, why it is impossible for her to have any kind of relationship with an adult, for now. She is not Buffy. Buffy is allowed to date centuries-old vampires if she likes, But not her. Shy Willow can't afford to like the ones she likes. She can only hide the broken pieces of her hopeless crushes in a drawer inside her heart. It's not like anybody will look there, any time soon. With these depressing thoughts, Willow hugged the sheets tighter around herself and cried herself to sleep. If her own parents left her on her own, for the good part of the year, she cannot expect any better from strangers. "I hate you, Giles!" She sobs his name over her pillow. 

Notes:

Is it wrong to have two ships of different pairings in one fandom? cauz, I can't decide between Buffy/Giles or Willow/Giles. Also, I have great respect for all religions. and this is a work of fiction, so any references to religions here are just for fictional purposes. I don't own Buffy universe of course, I wish! Comment and review folks!

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