#mother morelle

[kalh-plays-dnd]

Notes: Session #8

Summary: The party ventures deeper into Cantata, towards Rosa Mors, and finally meet Mother Morelle. Viliam remembers his long-lost love; Aaria has a vision of her mother and Alarion, the Lord of Earth; and Zia dreams of Mara, the previous Lord of Water.

The party follows the brick road deeper into the forest. Trees rise tall on either side, like the pillars of cathedrals, and vanish into shadows above. Faint daylight seeps down, revealing moss-covered banks and tufts, fallen trees, half-rotted stumps, and little white flowers that fade into the distant twilight. Every thirty feet, the road is flanked by marble pillars with bronze braziers on top holding flickering flames that illuminate their immediate areas.

Two narrated scenes take place:

Viliam. Your divinity — your domains — are inexorably tied to Fundat. At your core, you are a Champion of Fundat, a fundamental force only slightly younger than the plans themselves. Entering a different world always raises uneasiness in the back of your mind — a feeling of uprootedness, like you have stepped out of your front door and found a vast, unknown world before you. And yet, you are not helpless, for travellers exist everywhere — even in Cantata. And you recognise that you are not a prime deity here, but you are not unknown; whispers touch your mind — “Keep my sons safe” — “Protect our path” — “Bring them home” — “Bring them home” — and you know the divine part of yourself, the true Lord of Life, is embracing these prayers that have gone unanswered since Cantata’s Champions vanished.  You have taught yourself distance, to remain rooted in the present while some subconscious part of your mind handles the everyday mundanity of divine tasks, but here, in this world that is both new and old and deeply terrifying, you take stock of what you hear, and you find a familiar voice — a thin thread of golden light that winds between the trees, beneath the roots, into Cantata itself: an image of a tall, dark-skinned woman, in her forties, with silvery curls glittering like starlight. She turns and looks at you, her eyes sparkling like bottomless pools of radiant life, and she smiles. “Hello, old friend. Do you remember me yet?”

Viliam now remembers the face of the woman he once loved, Aamira Ok'oree.

Next:

Fred. The last couple of days have shown signs that there may be more to it, but in your heart, you know Nordhafen has always been, and will always remain, your home: the streets you roamed as a child; doing your best to stay out of trouble; coming home with scraped knees; helping the your dad at work; helping your mum at home; helping the neighbours with home repairs and decorating for festivals and that little celebration when the couple down the street finally, successfully, delivered a daughter — Some might have called it a small life, but it was full, brimming with life, laughter, joy, and sorrow. It was home. Walking down this cobblestoned road, your feet tread unfamiliar ground, and yet these memories come back to you, carried by a gentle gust of air that tousles your hair and brings a warm vividness to your mind. You look around, and it is like a foggy morning has cleared: colours present themselves in ways you have never perceived; whispers fill your surroundings — the natural chatter of the world itself — and yes, Nordhafen is your home, but this feels damn good too. Fred, roll me a d12. Until your next long rest, you have [1d12] temporary hit points. 

Aaria then receives a vision. In this vision, the forest closes around her into an underground tunnel. The roof is held up by interwoven roots. At the end of the tunnel lies a green hollow with multiple other tunnels emerging into it. Sun filters down through large apple trees. In the centre of the hollow stands a carved wooden statue, life-sized, of an armoured woman with a sword in her hands. Her face and curly hair is that of Aaria's mother.

Aaria approaches the statue. Ivy climbs up along it. It must have been there for a long time.

Reaching out, Aaria places her hand on the statue. The wood is smooth, polished, and pulses under her touch. A warm glow emerges from beneath her palm. The statue opens its eyes and says: "She's here."

The surroundings then rush past Aaria — down another tunnel, further and further, through winding, underground chambers, into the bedrock of Cantata — until she arrives in a domed chamber. In the centre, roots have pushed down to create a cage. Within this cage sits a golden tiefling with antlers instead of horns. They must have been beautiful once, but that beauty has given way to sunken, green eyes and jutting bones.

Aaria approaches the cage. She touches the roots. A golden glow pulses from her palm. She tries to push the roots apart to free the tiefling. The tiefling tells her to leave it be, that the cage is there to protect everyone else. They then introduce themselves as Alarion, or "what remains of the Lord of Earth". They will remain imprisoned here in their domain, in Dar Tarium, either until they die or until their successor takes up the mantle of the Lord of Earth. Aaria asks what happened, to which Alarion says: "Your predecessors made mistakes. We thought we did the right thing." They then admit that the previous Champions of Cantata tried to kill another Champion. They tell Aaria to be careful, that she has little time, but that (for now) she is concealed.

As the vision begins to fade, Aaria turns to run back to the statue of her mother. She never makes it. The last she hears is Alarion's request: "Please put Velaldel out of his misery."

The vision vanishes and Aaria realises she is running down the brick road, back the way the party had just come. She stops. Zia follows to check on her. Aaria admits she had a vision, but doesn't elaborate.

The party proceeds. The more perceptive of the group begin to notice the forest teeming with life: creatures scuttling out of sight; the furry back of something vanishing between the trees; the slim limbs of a white, horse-like creature with a single horn protruding from its forehead. Above them, the large red birds with raptor-like feet continue to follow, slowly coasting from one branch to the next.

They stop for lunch. Aurora and Viliam wander off to talk. Niko asks Aaria about the Message cantrip Aaria has been using, and acquires a piece metal string from her to practice with as he begins to decipher the cantrip.

Zia settles down to rest against a tree and feels the tree adjust around her, making itself more comfortable. She drifts off into a dream-state, wherein she's underwater in some kind of pool or lake. Around her drifts seaweed. Among the seaweed she catches a glimpse of purple as Betta emerges.

The scene alters, so that Zia and Betta are in some sort of white marble-like structure with a domed roof above. It overlaps with the underwater scene in the way dreams often do, looking like one thing but feeling like another. Betta changes into Mara, the blue-haired halfling who was the previous Lord of Water, though Zia can still see the outline of Betta around her — almost like Betta contains Mara.

Zia and Mara have a conversation about Zia's past and her purpose now. Mara confirms that ferrying people between Macawra and Fundat was an important part of Zia's work, and that prior to coming to Fundat, Zia was training to become the next Lord of Water. Mara clearly doesn't know the details of Zia's life prior to arriving at Venas Adanath (the domain of the Lord of Water), but provides the following insights:

although Zia looks to be in her mid-twenties, she is actually in her mid-forties;

Zia was born to the House of Natica, a family that resided in Daravana;

Zia's mother was called Lyer Natica, and Zia's father was Piccasso;

Zia was identified as the next Lord of Water when she was twelve, but only came to train when she was twenty-one or twenty-two;

the triggering event that sent Zia to Venas Adanath was rescuing a small ship that had been caught in a sudden storm outside the ports of Daravana;

Zia spent some time at the University of Daravana studying music and art.

Mara confirms that this conversation is happening entirely within Zia's head, that it's likely a dream, and chastises Zia for trying to help when Mara was raising the boundary that separated Cantata from Fundat and Macawra.

Zia eventually tries to figure out how to wake up. She settles into a beanbag-type of stool her mind summoned into the dream and waits. While she waits, Mara asks if Fred is still around. Zia confirms that he is, and that he has learned to levitate one inch off the ground. This makes Mara laugh heartily. She asks Zia to tell Fred she said hi — when Fred remembers her.

Zia finally awakes to find Aurora and Viliam back. Niko has foraged for herbs and found some basil and oregano, which Viliam has added to the party's lunch for slightly more pleasant rations.

The party resumes their journey. The road seems to be slowly sloping down. Eventually they reach a bridge across a longer lake. Next to the bridge are two black foals grazing on grass and moss. Across the bridge, further along the bank, they spot a lithe woman in a plain green dress. The woman, perhaps twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, has dark chestnut-coloured hair bundled in her neck. She seems to be bathing her feet.

Viliam greets the woman, while Aaria checks her out. The woman replies in a pleasantly melodious voice. She introduces herself as Sylvia, and Aaria immediately remembers Sylvia the barmaid, from the Perlen Tavern in Waldstad. She seems to recognise some of them, notably Aurora, and says she remembers Aurora coming through some years ago. She also refers to Velaldel, the Lord of Fire, by first name.

The party crosses the bridge. As they reach the other side, Aaria approaches Sylvia to check if Sylvia is alright. She asks if Sylvia lives nearby, and Sylvia gestures some ways off along the bank. Sylvia then asks Aaria to hold something for her. As she asks, a green glow emerges in the depth of Sylvia's eyes as Sylvia casts Charm Person. The spell fails, but Aaria still accepts the bundle of seaweed Sylvia hoists out of the water. The seaweed immediately grapples her.

A brief battle ensues, wherein Viliam cuts Aaria free while while Aurora casts Hold Person on Sylvia, effectively paralysing Sylvia before she can do anything else. The two foals, meanwhile, speedily clip-clop across the bridge with their eyes clearly set on food as they attack Zia. One gets a bite out of Zia's shoulder. Fred comes to help Zia.

More seaweed shoots out from the water to grapple Aaria, but Viliam persuades it to release her. When Aurora releases the spell on Sylvia, Sylvia changes into a kelpie and calls the foals off, snarling at Viliam: "LEAVE."

The party hurries on, climbing up a steeper hill until the loose sight of the bridge and the lake.

They continue walking. Eventually, Viliam, Zia, and Aaria catch sight of a large creature speeding towards them. It looks like a large, elongated bear. It has longer legs, pointy ears with tufts at the tips, and a long tail with a poof of fur at the end.

Viliam ushers the party off the road, to let the creature pass undisturbed, but the creature slows and turns golden eyes upon them. Its pupils widen into round circles as it observes them. "Hello, Viliam," it says, and Viliam guesses (correctly) that this might be Mother Morelle.

Together with Mother Morelle, the party continues their walk towards Rosa Mors. A lengthy conversation ensues, wherein Mother Morelle confirms and reveals information, some of which Zia runs by Mara in her head:

Mother Morelle states that the Watcher north of Waldstad was created by Mara when she raised the boundary between Cantata and Fundat. Any prisoners taken by this Watcher will be captured within Mara's Prism Cube.

Zia asks Mara about this, and learns that Mara's Prism Cube is on the top shelf to the right in her bedroom, by the foot of her bed. This is in Venas Adanath, the domain of the Lord of Water.

Mother Morelle suggests that Zia might have had a different name once. Aaria is somewhat upset that she doesn't know Zia's true identity, and Zia explains that she used to take different names while travelling.

Mother Morelle recognises Aurora, who she says trained under Velaldel, the Lord of Fire, for a short amount of time. A friend of Aurora, Luca, came to visit occasionally.

Mother Morelle is far older than Viliam, and has seen many Lords of Fire come and go. Describing them, she says that Velaldel was "like the sun itself". The one before him was particularly stern, then there was one who was gentle, and one who was young.

She explains that Velaldel (the Lord of Fire) and Alarion (the Lord of Earth) went out to face the curse that descended upon Cantata when Tangar fell, while Mara (the Lord of Water) and Fred (the Lord of Air?) took the apprentices (Zia and Aurora) to Fundat for safekeeping.

The curse is a form of aberration that seeps into things and corrupts them from within.

There are rumours of Velaldel's whereabouts, but nothing that Mother Morelle knows for certain. Alarion, meanwhile, she has heard "crawled back to his domain" to willingly be imprisoned. He has, supposedly, been infected with the aberration.

Mother Morelle recognises Niko, though he was much younger when she saw him last. He mentions his dream/vision of the golden tiefling, who Mother Morelle confirms to be Alarion. She says Niko and Adelaide were brought through Rosa Mors, on their way to Fundat, when they were very young. According to her, they were sent away to be kept safe, though she doesn't know what from.

Aaria asks if any of the Champions tried to kill each other, which Mother Morelle denies. Zia checks this with Mara, who laughs at the notion. She says Velaldel was too good, that Fred wouldn't have tried to, and that although Alarion was a bit weird, they were ultimately kind. The archives of the Avarium might have more information, according to Mara.

Aurora asks what Mother Morelle is. Mother Morelle declines discussing this, simply saying that she is the last of her kind.

Mother Morelle suggests the party keeps quiet about their identities when they reach Rosa Mors, as Alaria, the Head of the Council, is not necessarily someone to be reasoned with at this time. There is an implied history of disagreements here. Alaria supposedly exiled Mother Morelle from the Council on the grounds that Mother Morelle encouraged Velaldel (the Lord of Fire) to rush out into battle unprepared.

Velaldel is Alaria's brother.

In Cantata, the souls of the dead go to the Lord of Earth. Life is generally considered the domain of the Lord of Water.

Throughout this conversation, whenever Zia dipped into her own mind to speak to Mara, Mara was entertaining herself by juggling various pieces of fruit.

Towards the end, Zia asked how and why Mara died. Mara explained that of herself and Fred, it made more sense that she should give her life to protect the Planes, because Fred was more familiar with Fundat than she was. As the Lord of Water, Mara therefore performed a massive divine feat that separated Cantata from the other Material Planes and erased everyone's memories of Cantata. Channelling this much divine power was more than Mara was able to handle, so her mortal body disintegrated. What remains in the back of Zia's mind is but a fragment of Mara's spirit.

[eldritch-spouse]

Forgive me for this impropriety but which characters of yours have dick and balls instead of slits ?

["Impropriety".]

Miara; Morell; Shags; Nebul; Patches; Sybastian; Colmei.

The way you phrased it made me pause a little, characters with slits do have dicks, not pussies- Unless we're talking about characters like Krulu and Hudd, who feature both.

[dbdshitthatnobodyaskedfor]

DEAD BY DAYLIGHT X DYING LIGHT

Skins that I hope for (based on story / personality)

Troy - Yui Kimura

Karim - David King

Spike - Gabriel Soma

Rahim - Renato Lyra

Lena - Claudette Morel

Jade - Haddie Kaur

Brecken - Adam Francis

Ezgi - Nea Karlsson

Kyle Crane - Jake Park

Rais - Trickester OR Skull Merchant

The Mother- The Plague

[cookie-nom-nom]

One time I spent an hour looking at pictures of morels and I'd like to share the most ominous one I've ever seen.

can you do a morel for fotd?

FOTD #090 : true morel! (morchella esculenta)

the true morel (AKA common morel, morel, yellow morel, morel mushroom, & sponge morel) is a species of fungus in the family morchellaceae. they are found on the ground in a variety of habitats, & have been spotted in north america, brazil & bulgaria so far, but is likely more widespread.

the big question : can i bite it?? yes !! morels are edible & highly sought after. just be sure you are not allergic before ingesting them.

m. esculenta description :

"the cap is pale brownish cream, yellow to tan or pale brown to greyish brown. the edges of the ridges are usually lighter than the pits, & somewhat oval in outline, sometimes bluntly cone-shaped with a rounded top or more elongate. caps are hollow, attached to the stem at the lower edge, & typically about 2–7 centimetres (1–3 inches) broad by 2–10 cm (1–4 in) tall. the flesh is brittle. the stem is white to pallid or pale yellow, hollow, & straight or with a club-shaped or bulbous base. it is finely granular overall, somewhat ridged, generally about 2–9 cm (1–3+1⁄2 in) long by 2–5 cm (1–2 in) thick. in age it may have brownish stains near the base."

[images : source & source] [fungus description : source]

[councilofcastamere]

DANGEROUSLY YOURS | AEMOND T. X READER

"An eternity without me. You will look into the faces of passers-by that will, for an instant, bring me back to you. You will find moonlit nights strangely empty, because, when you call my name through them, there will be no answer. Always your heart will be aching for me, and your mind will give you the doubtful consolation that you did, a brave thing."

Cesar Romero as Victor Morell - Dangerously Yours (1937)

CREDITS FOR THE AEMOND PICTURE TO ultravi0l3t on Pinterest!

You were foolish. Foolishly in love.

The moonlit lit up, and the hour of the owl drew closer and closer. And yet, no sign of your little brother Lucerys. With each breath you drew, your heart stilled more and more.

You just knew it was him. You knew Aemond would. You had always known he'd wait for the right day to strike. The tears streaming down your eyes could've drowned you for all you care, but you wished for everything you had to bring Lucerys back.

And the one thing worse than that was the trust you put in him. You blinded yourself by love and drowned yourself in trust, all for him. All for the one-eyed prince you grew to both love and loathe.

You loathed yourself. You felt as if the world could have swallowed you up and no one would blink an eye. You had hoped for one day where you could look back at it and laugh, but at what point in your life could you ever let this go? A tragedy at your hands. You had not even attempted to stop him from departing to the stormlands.

Before you could bite back another sob, one feet stepped forward, and so did the other. Repeating the process before you could even register you were in front of the prince's chambers.

You didn't know what you would do first. Would you strike him, or would you cry into his shoulders? You wished for the former one, prayed to the Seven that you would be strong enough to shun him as he shunned your concerns.

Your thoughts were interrupted as the door opened just enough for his face to peek out. His hair was hastily brushed, as if he wanted you to see him in a different light. As if you ever could.

"Let me in." you simply uttered, not sure if you were speaking about his chambers. "Let me enter."

His eye scanned over you, over your purple nightdress and your hair undone. Even in the nocturnal hours, you looked as majestic as ever.

Your brown curls, so reminiscent of your father.

But he couldn't care less about your father, no.

Not your brothers. Not your mother. No. You.

And right now, he wasn't sure if he could face your tragedy-stricken self. He felt validated in the slaughter he committed, but your words could've alone made him repent for forgiveness.

He contemplated a few seconds, before ultimately opening the door wide. The room was neat, with the exception of his books sprawled out on his bed and table. You had never seen it before.

"Where is Lucerys?" you asked quietly, your voice cracking as your hands clenched at the side of your dress. "He hasn't come home. Mother won't tell me anything. She's still in Dragonstone, and I am here. I have been here for years, waiting to marry you."

His gaze was prideful, yet you weren't able to see his heart ache at your own grief. Whatever you felt, he felt. His feelings were dangerously yours, and yours were his.

"Stormlands." he answered, turning away as to not feel too much. "At least, if the sea hasn't swept him somewhere else."

Your head whipped up, and you swear you could feel your neck cracking if the rage hadn't consumed you.

"We both know he isn't in the ocean." you spat, the tears streaming down again. "What have you done, Aem-"

Aemond couldn't have it. He knew your last word.

'Aemond' instead of 'Aemy. He hated that you felt the need to use his full name. You had never used his full name, and you were not about to start now of all times.

His rugged yet soft lips were felt on yours, interrupting your words. The feelings in you dissipated, and you wanted to feel angry again.

How you wished to feel anger, sadness, anything.

But how could you when love overpowered it all for him. Only for him, by him. You loathed yourself for it.

"Get yourself dressed." he murmured against your lips, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. his nails gently scraped against your delicate skin.

"We'll be wedded by the end of this night. You and I. No one else."

[where-dreams-dwell]

Loving the complexity of Madeline Ushers character: a woman who declares she doesn’t want to be limited by men, who’s life is defined at every turn by the decisions and actions of her brother.

……

Madeline Usher is doomed by her attachment to her brother, and it is the root of all her eventual pain.

When Verna offers them the deal, it’s Roderick who ‘charges forward, straight at it’ and accepts the terms despite the fact that the only ‘next generation’ they current have are his kids. Madeline agrees afterwards but only once Rodrick makes it know he is already in. I don’t think she’d have gone for it if he had objected, she’s always had a very ‘both of us or neither’ kind of attitude.

And then she is as much these kids parent (from what we have seen) as Roderick is. Granted we see next to nothing of the kids biological mothers so we have to assume they weren’t very involved (either by their choice or other circumstance) with their kids after Rodrick got his claws into them.

That first scene when we meet Perry Madeline and Roderick are equally dismissive of him, but she is the one asking questions and prompts: you’ve had a year to come up with an idea, is this it or is there more? How are you going to make this successful? Why will your pitch be different? She even asks Roderick to jump in ‘anytime now’ to help her handle this train wreck. And Rodrick has just received the news he’s dying but I think it’s telling that Perry is looking at both of them for validation, for support. They are equally intimidating but equally supporting him.

With Camille we don’t get 1-2-1 interactions between her and her father (despite her own obsession with winning his approval) but we do get a scene with Madeline. After Perry’s death Camille lobbies to be given the power to lead the family’s PR response, and Madeline takes her seriously and asks what she would do. When Camille lays out her plan it’s Madeline who gives a proud nod of approval and okays her actions.

Leo unfortunately gets no parental interactions from either senior Usher. Victorine only gets it right at the end just before her monstrous actions are revealed. Otherwise all she gets from Roderick is pressure and the interactions of an investor, not a father.

Tammy gets the most parental interaction from Madeline, which is tragic as she’s trying to show her father that she can be the heir to his empire. But her aunt is the one who shows up to her presentation, who gives her the pep talk, consoles Tammy (in her own way) about the failure of her marriage, who believes Tammy when she is terrified by someone in the crowd.

Frederik is always focused on his father so Madeline doesn’t get many moments with him, but again Roderick is more of a CEO or boss than a father: focused on how to protect the company, how to secure the future. Little to no concern or support to his son as he mourns his wife’s injuries, as he deals with his siblings deaths, as he takes on more pressure from the world and the family. Roderick only mourns his son (as opposed to his heir) after Fredrick is dead.

Added to this: the security on all the kids? Madeline arranges it. When more kids die? We see Madeline demand it be doubled. She’s the only one still fighting for them, fighting fate itself.

With Lenore we see more interactions with her and Roderick but her interactions with Madeline are just as sweet and show a close, loving relationship. Lenore even calls her Granny Madeline. And Madeline is the one planning to preserve Lenore via AI: this must have been the main reason she begged Roderick to kill himself. Not to save her to but to spare Lenore. What’s the bet that she started working on the AI project in earnest when Morelle announced she was pregnant?

Madeline tracks down the supernatural entity they made a deal with and tries to negotiate a new deal: again (now we know the original terms) this is likely for Lenore’s benefit, not hers. She faces down a power far beyond herself and tries to save or protect what’s left of her family. Not Roderick.

Madeline took steps to preserve and protect her nieces and nephews, and grand niece while her brother did next to nothing. Once you know the nature of their deal with Verna, Roderick’s attitude to his remaining children after they remember who Verna is is just baffling.

Madeline even makes reference to birth control that she took on the off chance the deal was real. She says to Tammy that she didn’t want children with her first husband and hasn’t since, but she has been a mother to Rodericks kids. This lack of biological motherhood hasn’t spared her for the heartbreak of loosing a child. Or a grandchild.

And it’s even the decision of a man (again her brother) which is going to end her family’s legacy in another way. His marriage to Juno, his treatment of her, his denial of her fight to get clean and his horrible reference to himself as Victor Frankenstein and Juno as his monster - this is what pushes her to sign away the company when she inherits it. Madeline speaks about the board choosing her and moving the company away from pharmaceuticals, into the fields of AI and tech. Sure Madeline then died but a lot of the groundwork was likely there, and it could have been a possible path for the company. If Juno didn’t inherit it all and break it apart. Because of Roderick, and the way he treated her. Once again Madeleine’s legacy is destroyed by her brothers actions.

The irony of 1970’s Madeline declaring she doesn’t want to be limited by men’s choices or by a man, taking steps to protect her self and her heart, focussing her work on things outside of medical drugs in the hope that one day that can be what they become known for… then being doomed to more heartbreak and failure by every one of her brothers careless actions is so sadly tragic.

[your-unfriendlyghost]

Starting a reblog game: RB w/ your own outsiders OC!

if enough folks do, I’ll draw them together or something lol, it’ll be fun!

So these are blatant self inserts for my sister and me

(Info & backstories under the cut because I’ve put waaaay too much thought into this)

and again, pls do reblog/tag me w/ your own Outsiders original/self insert characters! (Drawings and/or written descriptions!) Making OCs was one of my favorite things to do as a kid, so I figured it’d be fun to bring it back here lol

(And to reiterate- if enough of ya’ll do this I’ll draw ‘em all together like a greaser-sona gang! So don’t be shy ok??)

-got sent to Tulsa from Seattle in 1961 at ages 13 and 11 to live with their mildly neglectful uncle, due to their mother getting cancer and being unable to properly care for them. Their father was lost at sea when they were little, so they had no one else to go to.

-in Tulsa they go by their mother’s surname, Biondi, instead of their father’s, because interracial marriage isn’t legalized in Oklahoma until ‘67. They try to pass as just Italian. This works better for Naomi, who takes more after their mother than their father in looks.

-Naomi is good friends w/ Ponyboy- she relates to him a lot, from the dislike of fighting to the love for sunsets (legit Ponyboy reminds me of my sister so much irl) (She’s also low-key got a crush on him and Sodapop which is pretty funny)

-Jesse is closer to Two-Bit, Dally, Steve, and Soda. And he really likes fights. They’re exciting and make him feel tough. When he stops to think about it it does make him a little uneasy how much he’s grown to like them, but usually he just ignores that

-Naomi disapproves of crime. Jesse used to oppose it too, but the more time he spends without good role models and parental figures, the more his morels loosen. Tries hard to be a good example for Naomi though

-Jesse met the gang through Sodapop originally- they were thirteen and some Socs were jumping Soda, and Jesse jumped in and helped him out. Soda explained to him what the deal with Socs and greasers is, because there’s no greasers up North

-Naomi met the gang separately through being classmates with Ponyboy. They were working together on a school project, one with him writing and her drawing

-So Jess and Naomi spent a solid few months hanging out with different members of the same gang, completely unaware they had the same group. They eventually end up running into each other at the Curtis house, and both are totally shocked. Two-Bit, who knew the whole time, nearly died laughing

-Naomi is friends with both Socs and greasers, because she isn’t really either- she’s financially a greaser, but she has a crazy high GPA for someone who has ADHD and dyslexia in the 60s, and besides that, she just doesn’t like what she sees as pointless rivalry

-Jess loves pointless rivalry. At least until people start getting hurt. Then he starts to get angry.

[onegianthotmess]

Before Sunrise…

(Leona X Morel Domestic Fluff)

Synopsis: It’s a well-known fact that Leona Kingscholar is not a morning person. He had never been. But that didn’t mean his sweet baby girl would let him rest in peace with his sweet wife in the wee hours of the morning.

It was early. Far too early to be awake, even for the business that was Sunrise City. Even the palace staff that worked for the royal Kingscholar family was sluggish and sleepy for the most part.

Even so, the quiet giggles and pitter patter of itty bitty feet of a sweet little cub softly echoed through the quiet halls of the palace in which the Kingscholar family resided. Usually, Gardenia Kingscholar was just as sleepy as her father in the mornings and was always looking for an excuse to nap much more often than any other four year old cub. Though, with the promise of Leona taking her into the city for a rare papa-daughter day, Gardenia was too excited to even let her mother sing her to sleep, especially with how busy Leona had been the past few weeks.

And even though it was before sunrise and her parents were sure to be fast asleep in each other’s arms, Gardenia couldn’t help but crawl out of her bed and make her way to her parents’s room so she could wake up her papa.

Gardenia’s small footsteps quieted as she reached her parents’s bedroom door, somehow managing to silently creep into the room and sneak towards her sleeping parents. Curse those lion beastman traits, right?

“Papa!” Gardenia beamed as she climbed up onto the large bed to see her parents sleeping peacefully, Morel clinging onto Leona with her head in the crook of his neck while Leona was weirdly spread out as he normally was. Pouting yet undeterred, Gardenia crawled away from the edge of the bed and settled in a small gap between her parents and focused on her father, glaring at him. “Papa! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!”

The cub bounced in place as she shook her father’s leg, her movement earning a tired groan from her father and a sleepy laugh from her mother.

“Kitty… Your daughter is awake,” Morel murmured through sleepy laughter.

Leona groaned, “Before sunrise, she’s your daughter, herbivore.”

“Papa!” Gardenia pouted crawling over Leona, who let out a groan of pain when his daughter basically kneed him in the stomach, and made her way to his head before she began to gnaw and chew on his ears, growling.

“Ow-Hey!” Leona winced, trying to gingerly remove his ears from his daughter’s impressively strong jaw while trying to pry her off of him at the same time, though with little success. “Nina, we talked about this! Papa’s ears aren’t a chew toy!”

It took a little bit, but Leona had finally managed to get his daughter off of him without any sort of injury to his ears aside from a bit of pain. The man held the white haired girl by the back of her soft nightie and gave her a deadpan, yet amused, look that silently told her to give up.

But, ever the stubborn cub, Gardenia pouted, “But you promised, Papa! You promised you’d take me out today! Didn’t Papa promise, Mama?”

“Oh, yes, I remember, Papa did promise,” Morel grinned, laughing at Leona’s annoyed expression.

“Seriously?” the lion beastman asked.

“It’s never too early to tease you,” Morel replied simply before looking to her daughter. “Is it, Dena?”

“No, Mama!” Gardenia agreed before focusing on Leona once more. “But Papa promised! Mama said so! So wake up! Up! Up, Papa!”

“Nina, the sun isn’t even out yet and you didn’t sleep last night,” Leona groaned, still too sleepy to make it a few moments without letting out a yawn. “Just sleep with me and Mama until it’s actually time to get up, okay?”

“But ‘m not sleepy!” Gardenia protested with a whine and a pout, her ears folded. Though, despite her protests, it was easy to see that the cub was incredibly tired. When she wasn’t yawning, she was rubbing her tired eyes or almost nodding off. It was clear Gardenia hadn’t gotten a full night of sleep and would need at least two hours or so more of sleep to feel fully rested for the day.

But, as tired as she was, Gardenia was just as stubborn as both of her parents and wouldn’t bend unless Leona folded or she was given something that made sleeping worth her while. With a sigh, the lion beastman gently set Gardenia down on his belly and looked to his wife, who’d been watching the funny and cute scene between the lion and the oh so stubborn cub.

“Morel, help me,” Leona murmured, earning a laugh from his small wife before she looked to their daughter and gently cupped the side of her head with one hand.

“Gardenia, I know you’re excited to spend the day with Papa, but you can’t spend time with him if you’re all sleepy,” Morel gently cooed, softly petting behind one of the cub’s soft little ears. “So sleep with Mama and Papa until it’s time to wake up, alright? You can cuddle Papa all you want if you sleep with us until the sun comes up.”

Gardenia perked up, “I can cuddle Papa all I want?!”

“Until it’s time to get up, yes,” Morel nodded before she snuggled closer to Leona. “But Mama might not share. She’s really comfy.”

“Hey, I want cuddles from Papa, too!” Gardenia pouted, quickly hugging Leona around his neck and snuggling into her usual curled up position on her his chest.

“Hey!” Leona groaned, but he was clearly amused given the laugh that left him. “I can cuddle both of you, but you can’t tear me in half in the process.”

“Shush! Sleepy time,” Gardenia shushed, curling up closer to her father as she yawned, just in the cusp of sleep.

“You just said you wanted me to get up, brat!” Leona retorted, earning a light and painless pinch to his ear from his wife.

“You heard your cub, Kitty; it’s sleepy time,” Morel smiled, yawning and hugging the beastman’s arm closer to her. “Nice, warm sleepy time.”

Leona laughed before he yawned, “I told you; before sunrise, she’s your cub.”

“Sure, sure, whatever you say, Princess,” Morel murmured sleepily. “I love you, Kitty.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Leona yawned, putting his head on top of Morel’s, “I love ya more, herbivore.”

A/N: After three weeks, it’s done! I just got busy, even though this was just a little blurb-length post. I wanted some domestic fluff because Leona as a dad makes my brain happy for some reason-

[kalh-plays-dnd]

Notes: Session #6

Summary: The party visits the Flachwasser, find a crack between worlds, and speak to Hyacinth.

The party reconvenes at the Perlen Tavern. It's early afternoon. All their sources seem to be pointing north of Waldstad, so they decide to head that way, towards the river.

As they come through Waldstad and reach the overgrown path that runs north through the woods (the Walden), Zia—who has some familiarity with paths—remarks that this one looks like it was frequently used, then suddenly came into disuse a couple of years ago. Viliam takes a moment to tap in with the Lord of Life, and sees echoes of the people who travelled this path before them. Passing around them, he sees the impressions of merchants, soldiers, and travellers, but he also sees familiar figures: three firbolgs, barely any younger than Granny Peacock and her daughters/granddaughters; a familiar orc leading two young women away from the river, all three differently dressed but clearly recognisable as Fred, Aurora, and Zia, and Zia is clutching her eye; the same orc, this time carrying a blonde boy, maybe 6 or 7 years of age, away from the river; then himself, carrying a blonde girl, maybe 6 or 7 years of age.

Viliam asks if anyone remembers coming this way before, and explains his visions. Niko remembers being carried away from something—he doesn't remember what—and being reassured that everything would be alright. At the time, he didn't know the voice, but thinking back he recognises it as Fred's. Niko then remembers a blindfold being removed, and seeing this path and the world as though for the first time.

Aaria has second thoughts about everyone going to the river, wondering if Viliam's visions might be premonitions of things yet come to pass. Viliam casts Warding Bond on Zia and Niko, and Niko casts Mage Armour on himself.

As the party reaches the end of the forest, they see a path winding down a steep slope, some 60ft from the river. Where the path meets the river, stand the rotted remains of a bridge, and lying in the bridge's place is a ladder stretched across the river. In the middle of the river, directly above the ladder, is a rift, approximately 3–4ft wide—large enough for a medium creature to squeeze through. The rift looks as though a sheet of glass has cracked and been forced apart, revealing a view of a different world through the crack. The river itself is 30ft across.

Viliam casts Detect Good and Evil. He picks up on a presence that seems to stretch along the centre of the river, as far as the spell allows him to sense. The presence is, at its core, celestial, but has a touch of aberration to it. Other presences in his vicinity are Aaria (celestial) and Zia (fey).

Viliam asks the party to stay back, and explains that he has seen things like this before. These are spectral watchers, usually created by Champions to protect or guard an area. If the people they are looking for—Rogan, Wish, Luca, and Adelaide—have been taken by the watcher, they will have been placed in stasis on a demi-plane, sort of like being put in a bag of holding, and will in theory be safe. Watchers are only triggered if they perceive a threat, and what constitutes a threat will have been defined by the Champion who created the watcher.

Aaria decides to approach the rift and tries to send a message to Wish using the Message cantrip. She gets a reply in a language she doesn't understand. She messages back, and after a moment, she gets a reply from a young male voice who seems to understand her, and who she in turn can understand. A length back-and-forth occurs, during which the party learns:

The young man is an elf/part elf who goes by Hyacinth Paeleiros. Hyacinth is a Light Cleric of the Lord of Fire, and lives in the Safe Zone surrounding Rosa Mors in Cantata.

Cantata is a third world, similar to Fundat and Macawra, that has been cut off from Fundat and Macawra with a "divine weave". Cantata was cut off 2–3 years ago, after their third moon, Tangar, fell from the skies and caused war, famine, and illness to spread across the land.

Four Safe Zones were established by the Champions of Cantata (Lord of Water, Lord of Earth, Lord of Air, and Lord of Fire) to keep the war, famine, and illness at bay. Within these Safe Zones, people are safe. Outside, beings are aberrated and magic keeps going awry.

The Lord of Water and the Lord of Air passed into Fundat before the "divine weave" separated the worlds.

The Lord of Fire and the Lord of Earth are still in Cantata, though anyone who tries to contact them is never quite right again after. Hyacinth says he could try, but he doesn't want to, as he has two younger brothers who need him to look after them.

Rosa Mors is the centre of the Safe Zone established by the Lord of Fire, and is where the Court of the Lord of Fire used to be. This is where Hyacinth has been living for the past 2–3 years, since he and his brothers left the family farm in Lepidaria to seek refuge in the Forest.

Hyacinth has had two visions of an elderly elf with a big beard, the last vision being a week ago when the weave ruptured. Hyacinth was making lunch for his brothers when he heard a knock on the door. He turned around to see the elderly elf. "They're coming," the elderly elf said, then vanished. Hyacinth was not frightened, as he believes the old man has good intentions.

The person who might be able to answer more specifically about the watcher and people caught by the watcher, is Mother Morelle, who resides at Rosa Mors. Hyacinth summons here, but says it might take a couple of days for her to arrive at the rupture.

Viliam has a couple of recollections. He remembers Morelle DomCopia, a Li'shay (elf-adjacent race) from Cantata. In his memory, Morelle was over 6ft tall, with white skin, eyes as black as soil, and a mantle of green leaves cascading down her body. He recalls her having one of the highest positions within the Court of the Lord of Fire.

Viliam also recalls being told that Tangar, the third moon of Cantata, was deteriorating.

When being told about Tangar, Niko remembers sitting in a woodland hollow surrounded by trees, with a small fountain-like geyser in the centre. Tunnels and doorways lead from the hollow, into underground caves and tunnels. In the memory, he looks up at the moons: the two big ones, close to their intersection, and the third, like a white star, directly above the treetops. He doesn't know why he's looking at the moons, just that he's looking. While he sits there, a golden tiefling places a hand on his shoulder and suggests he return inside to go to bed. The tiefling has gold, flowers, and laurels hanging from their horns, and smiles warmly at Niko.

During the conversation, Zia examines the weave and tries to figure out how far upriver it goes. She then reaches within herself, asking Betta if Betta knows anything. Zia then has a memory she does not share with the rest of the party. (DM-note: How Zia lost her eye.)

The party decides to split up while they wait for Mother Morelle to arrive. Viliam, Zia, and Fred stay by the river overnight to keep an eye on the rift, while Aaria, Niko, and Aurora go back to Waldstad to try to figure out who Rogan Underbite might have visited and spend the night in actual beds.

Back at the Perlen Tavern, Aaria asks Sylvia the barmaid some more questions about Rogan, and learns that while Sylvia was working that evening, Rogan was asking about herbs and botany. There are two places in town to get plants, so he might have gone to one of those. He didn't leave with anyone, but he might also have found someone to spend the night with.

Niko comes across a couple talking about a strange guy asking about a dwarf (Niko was the strange guy), and the girl says her mother saw a dwarf visit Maggie the herbalist a week ago. Niko grabs this information, catches up with Aaria, and heads directly to Maggie's Herbarium.

They find the Herbarium closed for the day, but persistent knocking draws Maggie out. Aaria convinces Maggie to talk to them about Rogan. Maggie invites them in and makes them some tea, then explains that Rogan came around asking about the aerofleet plant that grows north of Waldstad, fixed some plumbing issues she had, and stayed the night. Maggie says she herself hasn't been north of Waldstad in a few years, and some prodding makes her suddenly remember that her dad went that way some years ago to restock and never came back. She had completely forgotten. She's visibly shaken by this recollection, but the house always being in disrepair suddenly makes sense, as it's her father's house and he has been gone for months, if not years.

Aaria tells Maggie they think Maggie's dad might be wherever Rogan is, and that hopefully they're all fine. She entreats Maggie to stay in Waldstad, maybe talk to some friends, and promises that she and Niko will look for Maggie's dad.

Aaria and Niko then excuse themselves and return to the Perlen Tavern to have a drink and go to bed.

Meanwhile, Viliam communes with the Lord of Life. He and Zia then have a private conversation on the riverbank that leaves Zia somewhat shaken. (DM-note: This is about Betta and the Lord of Water. Zia does not share how she lost her eye.)

[eldritch-spouse]

So I'm a sick fuck. One of my favorite things is when an obsession is getting ravaged and they can sense that their "partner" is going to cum. She panics and desperately screams and begs them to cum outside, that she doesn't want to get pregnant, that she doesn't want a baby. Subsequently she is in a state of shock when they do as she feels just how thorough a claim that was.

Which of your ocs would find sick pleasure in doing this to their obsession and seeing her in this state of terror?

[I could probably put more here... If this was a single character scenario, I would have gone more in depth.]

TW: Noncon; Non-consensual impregnation.

Morell simply doesn't give you a choice. Sooner or later you're going to try for that kid, and you ought to get it through your skull that it is happening. He can't deny the thrill of the fear in your eyes, that doe look, just like when you first saw him, recognizing the predator he is. Morell can already feel the headache of having to undo this all, but he won't deny he wouldn't do this a hundred times. Gladly.

There's nothing Kalymir loves more than conquest. He's conquered Wrath, he's conquered you, now he's taking control of your womb. And you're trying to fight him for it, you poor little thing. It makes him so wild Kalymir nearly shatters your pelvis with his thrusts, laughing and outright moaning at your weak nails clawing down his front and face. It's almost like you want to make him cum faster, hopefully hard enough that it hits your brain.

Zizz is lazy. His pullout game is fucking weak. And, on top of that, he doesn't like to be denied creature comforts such as coming in you. It could be your mouth, your ass, who cares- He knows he's going to finish in that hole and you can't possibly do anything to dislodge him. The King tries to shush you the whole time and covers your mouth so you make less noise, shivering in delight when you freeze at the sensation of his ropes painting you.

Pinter thinks he knows better than you. They're always the same- "I'm not ready to move in with you", "This is moving too fast", "I can't have a kid yet", yes you can. And you will, stop stressing over nothing. Just enjoy yourself and don't pretend you don't like the feeling of his cum deep inside you. You're whining now but you'll get over it, you even squeezed so tight around him!

Miara thinks it's silly of you to get worked up over pregnancy. If ever there was a time for you to possibly conceive, it would be now- Protected by a goddess of fertility and conception, loved infinitely! You are scared by your mind's twisted perception of reality, by what centuries away from siadar did to your species. Although she cradles you lovingly when the shock of her seed entering you sets in, she throbs with pride that you are now destined to likely conceive a brand new generation of monsters.

Sybastian's role in the escape floor has taught him one thing. He really likes the hunt. He's always loved trickery, but that sweet span of time where he has to wrestle to get his way is phenomenal- And even if you two play at that often, you've already had to squirm and struggle to get his cock out before he could come inside more than once. One day Syb's just going to get too into it to let you stop him, and he's going to pant like a shameless mongrel while you quiver and freeze under him. He thinks he should have done this sooner, honestly.

Sever doesn't get why you'd want him to pull out, honestly. To him, that kind of reads as you rejecting him as a mate, and no yandere reacts well to that. Some other, more primal side of him affirms that it is indeed normal for you to thrash around some, so he doesn't really perceive anything to be wrong until you start giving him shit afterwards. He's very quick to secure you with several tendrils and to take his time milking his own orgasm inside you, enjoying what he assumes is your eventual submission.

*Hellion is a dick. Hellion likes to come inside you. You're physically too weak to stop him anyway. It all adds up in a horrid little concoction that is bound to go wrong for you. He does visibly thrill in your panic the more you notice he's getting closer to orgasm, sometimes playfully slipping almost all the way out only to slam even deeper on the next few pistons. That look of horror on your face is exquisite.

*Nebul decides where he comes, not you. This is something you ought to get through that thick skull already, and he'll help you understand it, by consistently coming inside your cunt for as many times as he wants. Screaming will earn you punishments, and physically attempting to fight him will have you regretting even thinking of such in the first place. Nebul takes advantage of those key moments where you're in shock to slip whatever messages of acceptance he wants in your mind, forcing you to focus on him with gentle contact.

*Vesper doesn't even give you a real chance to protest. It's so silly, the way you think. Don't lie to yourself, once you feel him come in you, you won't want anything else. It's laughable to even think you'd protest -You won't- But fret not, before it starts, Vesper promises he'll come everywhere, not just in you. You'll soon start asking him to fill you more, to the brim, and he's all too happy to oblige really.

Dishonorable mentions: Santi; Ludwig; Vinnel.

[* These characters have different methods of reproduction and/or certain traits that don't permit conception in specific settings, so their assault may not result in pregnancy.]

[plandthealguidebooktranslation]

Azran Legacy Guidebook: Page 44

Professors Layton and Sycamore’s Lecture Course

Why is Professor Sycamore’s name so frequently mistaken?

On our trip, there were a lot of people who would get Professor Sycamore’s name wrong. Wondering why that was, I conducted my own investigation. If there is key characteristic to a researcher, it is that they can’t neglect when something is weighing on their mind. To begin, let us consider the mistakes that were made.

Each time they make the mistake, the professor will stop and correct them, so they surely know his correct name.

Investigation I: The Mistaken Name

Harald: A Froenborg resident (the things he calls Sycamore in Japanese): Salmon, sardine (a small type of pilchard), sirloin, sayori (stickleback), sasagarei (halibut). It seems he often mixes up the name with items of food. He also calls him suspenders and Summer-festival.

Mascha: A Froenborg resident This might be an example of her picking up her husband Harald’s error.

Amanita: A Phong-Gi resident Haamaisan, Maasaihan. Amanita often gets the syllables of his name the wrong way around.

“Now I think about it, the people who get his name incorrect are the ones who seem to have a fondness for the professor.”

Investigation II: The Cause

People’s reactions to Sycamore

(Screenshot of him telling the ‘Never judge a buck by its mother’ joke, except in Japanese its a completely different story about boiling eggs. I have a horrible translation of it here. )

Morel, the Chief The first time that he heard the professor’s joke, he didn’t understand its meaning, then he said clearly that he was bored.

Lepidella, Morel’s husband She’s been worried about her husband, so she is grateful to the professor. She doesn’t say anything about the joke, though.

Sycamore’s Response

To get a well-rounded perspective, a second investigation was conducted to see if the cause lay on the professor’s side. Somehow, he also manages to misread the feelings of others. Harald and the others feel a sense of closeness and at ease with him. Perhaps the fact that they make mistakes is a sign of their trust towards him.

研究講座 ~なぜサ ー ハイマン博をは名前を間違われるか~

「そういえは名前を間違えてしまっている人は、みんな博士に対して好意的という点も似ているね」

今回の旅ではサ ー 八イマン博士の名前を間違う人があまりに多くてね。なんでだろうと私なりに検証してみることにした。気になることがあ���ば放っておけない人間がいるとしたら、それこそが研究者なのだからね。ますは間違われた結果から整理してみよう。

博士は間違われるたびに反論・訂正しているから、相手も博士の正しい名前は知っているはずだ。

検証 I: 違われた名前

ハラーケさん スノーラ在住 サーモン、サーディン(マイワシ類の小魚)、サーロイン、サヨリ、ササガレイ。食べ物名と間違うことが多いのかな。サスペンダー やサマーフェス工イバルもあったね。

ママンヌさん こちらは夫の八ラ ー ケさんの間違いをそのまま受け入れてしまった例かな。

ヒトヨさん ムスロッホ在住 八一マイサン、マ ー サイ八ン。ヒトヨさんは発音の順番を間違うことが多いようだ。

原因を探る

サーハイマン博士の行動人々の反応

ムスロッホ長老シメジイさん 博士のジョークを聞いた長老は、最初は意味がわからずに聞き返し、ニ度目は「シラケたわい」とはっきり口にしている。

シメジイさんのアミガサさん 夫のことで心痛があったせいか、奥さんは博士に感謝している。だがよく聞くとジョ ー クについては何も言っていない。

博士の対応 検証Ⅱは博士側にも原因がないかを多角的に探るために行ったものだよ。どうやら博士も相手の態度を読み違えることがあるようだね。ハラ ーケさんたちはそこに親近感を覚え、安心して気が緩むのだろう。間違うのは信頼の証なのかもしれない。

[lcdrarry]

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Black Sheep

Prompt: "Shaun the Sheep", 2007-2020 Prompted by: Anonymous Author: Anonymous Word Count: 10,808 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: smut, dirty talk, praise kink, soft d/s dynamics, begging

Summary: “You know, Potter, maybe all you need to win is a little—incentive, let’s say.” “An incentive?” Harry asks, his interest piqued. He takes a step closer to the fence, and then another one, until he’s standing so close that he can smell the intoxicating scent of Malfoy’s expensive cologne. “Shall we say that if you win, you can have whatever your heart desires?” Malfoy replies with a smile. “Anything.”

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Jackknife To The Heart

Prompt: "Mad Max: Furiosa", 2024, George Miller Prompted by: Anonymous Author: Anonymous Word Count: 11,723 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: Gunfights

Summary: Draco licked his lips, slow and sensual. He climbed over Harry’s lap and slid down onto his knees. “Keep making love to me, darling,” he said, gazing up at Harry, something starry in his eyes; and then he pulled down Harry’s pants and took his cock in his mouth.

Harry sucked in a breath, threw the shifter into gear, and drove.

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the beating of our hearts (is the only sound)

Prompt: "Pacific Rim", 2013, Guillermo del Toro Prompted by: @stavromulabetaaa (stavromulabeta on ao3) Author: Anonymous Word Count: 12,675 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: canon (Pacific Rim) creature grossness

Summary: Do you want awesome, kickass fights between giant robots and aliens??!?!?

Go watch Pacific Rim.

This is a story about two flawed men who fall in love during an apocalypse.

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Draco Malfoy's New Guide to Old-Fashioned Dating

Prompt: "How to Lose a Guy in 10 days", 2003, Donald Petrie Prompted by: @sleepstxtic Author: Anonymous Word Count: 52,377 words Rating: Teen and up Warnings: Non-Consensual Drug Use

Summary: When Harry's job as an auror is threatened by his perceived negative attitude towards Death Eaters, he makes a desperate gamble with his boss to save it. Bring a Death Eater as his plus-one to the company holiday party. Unfortunately for him, there's only one person he can think of to ask...

Meanwhile, in order to save his best friend Pansy Parkinson from a terrible social fate, Draco Malfoy makes a bet with Pansy's mother. He believes that old-fashioned, traditional courting methods are the best way to repel, not attract, a potential suitor. Now, if only he can find a wizard who has no clue about those methods...

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A Ferret, a ScarHead, a Weasel, and a Baby

Prompt: "Three Men and a Baby", 1987, Leonard Nimoy & "Taken", 2008, Pierre Morel Prompted by: Anonymous Author: Anonymous Word Count: 91,420 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: Angst, Anxiety, Epic Fight Scene(s), Canon-Typical Violence, Hand-to-Hand Combat, Blood, Muggle Weapons, References to Past Child Abuse, Abduction, Injuries

Summary: They say becoming a parent is an unparalleled, priceless joy. Draco Malfoy finds himself putting that theory to the test when the star witness in his dangerous illegal potions case entrusts him with a powerful wish: protect her newborn baby at all costs. Now, it's up to Draco to fulfill that wish despite the looming threat of criminals hunting for the child. To think, just the day before, he was fretting over his inappropriate feelings for his annoying, bespectacled git of a housemate—not the mechanics of changing nappies!

Thank Merlin it takes a village to raise a sack of flour, ah, child.

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[buriedpentacles]

Hi! I'm not sure if you've mentioned it on your blog, but I'd love to ask about your relationship with Mother Nature! How do you communicate with her? Are there specific signs that let you know when/if she's reaching out?

I love any excuse to talk more about my great Mother so here's some more on my relationship with Mother Nature:

I initiated the relationship, she didn't "reach out" to me in some special way, instead I chose to worship her. I was struggling with my understanding of the world, of gods and faith, and so I decided to step away from that and worship something real and tangible - that was Nature.

I have always admired nature and the decision to worship it as my deity felt so much more "right" than the other practices I had dabbled in. After a few weeks of offerings, prayers and messy attempts at communication, Mother came to me in a dream and we spoke. I decided I wanted a relationship beyond just worship and she agreed. Over time I have grown in my works with her, and am now a devotee - I have given my life to Mother Nature.

I am a zoology student, my years of study at University are dedicated to Her, entirely.

I spend weekends exploring forests, hiking mountains, cleaning beaches, all in Her name.

My future career, my home, my life will always be intwined with Nature. I will work in natural science education or conservation, I will ensure my home is full of life and I will have a garden if I have space, I will make the best decisions I can to protect nature. I am devoted to Nature not just in a spiritual sense, but in a tangible manner.

There are many facets to Mother Nature, all of them are as beautiful and powerful as the next. She is an impartial judge, an unmoving observer of cause and consequence, she is a cold winter that kills and culls and has no mercy or kindness, she is a beloved mother sheltering those in need, she is a warrior who defends her home. Mother Nature is life and birth, she is spring flowers and slow rivers, she is rot and death, harsh winters and lethal rapids, she is autumn and change, the wind beneath a bird's wings and the gravity that drags it down, she is the summer warmth and dew drops on the grass. She is all of this and more. I have seen her in many forms, from the long haired nymph to the stag-headed mother, from the hooded man to the small child, from the crow and fox, to the maggots and morels. I am grateful to see her in all her cloaks.

I speak with Mother through my tarot cards a lot - I am good at interpreting them, it is familiar and easier for me, she has her own devoted deck. I often use oracle cards in tandem as well. However, Mother Nature is pushing me to communicate with her in more ways. I use charm casting and bone throwing with her, grateful for my new set built from the sheep (?) teeth she gifted me. She also speaks to me in much less obvious ways - I find her messages in the world around me, written on cobwebs and in the needles of thistles, her whispers echo in the rustle of leaves and the crash of waves. I feel her more than I hear or see her, images and visions flashed in my waking and sleeping mind, feelings that aren't mine, conclusions I would not reach, understanding that was previously out of my grasp.

She is all around me and so I never feel like I must reach for her, I need only speak and I know that she will hear me.

This has been quite the tangent and I know its probably not quite what you were looking for - if you think Mother Nature is reaching out to you, or if you desire a relationship with her please send in more asks or dm me!! I would love to hear from any other worshippers or devotees!

[thealtofvalleyxdoodles]

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Just some dumb thoughts

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-ˏˋ♥̩͙♥̩̩̥͙♥̩̥̩ ⑅ 𝕵𝖔𝖍𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 "𝕭𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖔 0-6" 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖊 ⑅ ♥̩̥̩♥̩̩̥͙♥̩͙ˊˎ

Price likes to swallow chewing gum. I mean-LOOK AT THE FUCKER. HE SWALLOWS GUM-CHANGE MY MIND. Price also likes to drink whiskey out of a tea cup-Kate just stares at him and says "John-how are you Drunk off of Tea???" and he's all "Fuck off, Mum! I ain't three no mo' Woman!"

Price has gone to a pride parade with Kate-she was in the parade bc some homophobic dude at her wife's job was trash talking her. John went as morel support (And ended up in a conga line--)

Price's famous pick-up line with the ladies is "Are ye chocolate milk? Because you make my day batter" (Yes he says Batter.)

My mans will just S T A R E at people when he's deep in thought. Like-he'll zone out and then it's just

and it's lowkey kind like-"Cap? What the fuck?"

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*୨୧ ┈┈┈┈┈ S̶i̶m̶o̶n̶ "G̶h̶o̶s̶t̶" R̶i̶l̶e̶y̶ ┈┈┈┈┈ ୨୧*

Simon wakes up every. single. night. at three am. THREE AM. Poor bby :,(

this man will randomly be reminded of something-wether it be his father or, or walking past the old park he used to play at after school as a kid, somthing else-and he'll get the urge to cry. And he'll get so spaced out John has to shake him roughly-one time he had to slap him--

Simon really really REALLY hates the smell of COOKIES. But he loves eating them???? Wtf bro-

the only thing he can cook is instant noodles. thats it. your dream cook can only cook noodles. i woke u up, your welcome.

Ghost once caught Soap tryna sneak in a few....odd pics...of him...for "Art like things, Lt!" (Like Soap can draw-Ha! He draws so much foikin' battar.)

this man can sing-and he sound like he's native to the US when he does--

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(I love this little gif of him bc he looks like he's just like "Yes ma'am-no maiming. understood" HE'S SO CUTE I CANT WSDNIGIGHNIEQG)

¸.·✩·.¸¸.·¯⍣✩ j̤̈ö̤ḧ̤n̤̈n̤̈ÿ̤ "s̤̈ö̤ä̤p̤̈" Mä̤c̤̈ẗ̤ä̤v̤̈ï̤s̤̈ḧ̤ ✩⍣¯·.¸¸.·✩·.¸

MF LIKES CHEESE BY ITSELF. im sorry-i had to say it. he does.

He-i cant even fathom how i think this-he can bake. and he's GOOD at it. Like, "Why tha fack whould ya go ta tha cheesecake fac'ory?? I can make betta shite!?" (I love him so much dfgsdinfgof8)

He draw better than Simon-Simon just has a big ego with his artwork and won't admit Johnny draws better--

Johnny (Cannonly) speaks better spanish than Graves. (LIKE HOW THE FUCK DOES A US BITCH SPEAK SPANISH SO BADDDD UGH-anyways this is bout babyboy here)

his first word nearly killed his Roman Catholic mother, "War! War! Ha ha! Warrrr!" (The poor woman, RIP)

His second word was no better. "Gay!"

how'd he learn these words?? ...His uncles. (Dad's side)

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☆★☆★→ Kͦyͦlͦeͦ "Gͦaͦzͦ" Gͦaͦrͦrͦiͦcͦkͦ ←☆★☆★

So like-idk why but when i first saw this man i was like: "...yeah-he vapes."

also-WHY THE FUCK DID YOU HOLD THE LIGHTER WITH TWO HANDS????

anyways-he likes to snuggle with a little stuffie from when he was a kid-it's a small pink bunny too. it's missing an ear and he had to re-sew a foot on with a spare sock but other than that, it's still lookin pretty good.

"Hey-John? ...Why the fuck are you staring at me like that, Sir??"

(See Johnathan "Bravo-06" Price)

I headcannon that he has like-three older cousins he talks to whenever he can-like-he sends them a text at least every day

i also think he has a big family.

and that he is the ONLY BRITISH MAN that can cook-like he and Kate?? god-DAYUM. They are a STORM in the kitchen.

Im sorry-but this man will only call you "Love" and "Mamas"-nothing else. Change my mind-I dare you. (If he's tired it'll be a small "Hunnybun")--

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( ノ・・)ノ g̤̈ä̤r̤̈ÿ̤ "r̤̈ö̤ä̤c̤̈ḧ̤" s̤̈ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ë̤r̤̈s̤̈ö̤n̤̈ ( /・・)ノ

Baby boy is ALWAYS FORGOTTEN SO-FUCK ALL OF YOU, IM TAKING MY SON AND LEAVING

My baby boy LOVES to watch 90's cartoons on his phones after missions. Like all anyone will hear from his room is, "Oh ThE tHiNgS i Do FoR lOvE!!" (If you dont know what show this is from, your too young to be on my page)

He used to get called "Gar-bear" by his mom bc he used to watch so much spongebob as a kid.

He ADORESSS the homemade food from his teamates-even if it's just Simon's instant noodles. </3 he is everything to me, omg

He can speak English, Spanish, German, French, and ASL. (American sign language)

When he's really pissed off he'll say the one curse word he knows in Slovak. ("Kurva!" it means fuck-dont ask how i know that...)

He has a small ant farm at home. He has a few other friends (not from work ofc) look after them when hes gone <3

Secretly really good at arts and crafts-he makes his own jewelry for himself and Gaz-bc Gaz is the ONLY ONE who remembers he's alive half the time.

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✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ Kå†ê "W冢hêr-1" Lå§wêll ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

Laswell-ooOOOoOO! Laswell-this woman rivals gordon ramsey in the kitchen.

Best chiken pot pie you've ever tasted-ever.

She makes homemade coffee for the task force. and it's Good.

She favors blackberry crumble-her wife makes it. You can NOT tell me otherwise.

advid user of "Honey", "Darling", and "Dear" for people she likes-minus, minus John. Minus John....minus John....

and by people she likes i mean people she thinks of as HER kids.

anybody tryna mess wit ghost, soap, gaz, or roach??? just a simple "Las-" and mama's coming out to fucking MURDER.

thems is her BOIS, ok?? ok.

Price once called her mama bear-and she was like, "Yes i am, so what? How's that affect your day, Price?"

she's scarily good at throwing her slippers at things-once soap asked her to hit the clock-and she did-dead center. im talking where the teeny tiny little bolt that keeps the hands in place.

i could rant all day long about mommy Kate tbh-

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and thats it. i might make more-depends.

thanks for reading!!

———๑•̀ᴗ•̀) ʋ ǟ ʟ <3 (•̀ᴗ•̀๑———

[femaledynasty]

𝓕𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓸𝓷 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓽𝓸𝓷

𝓕𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓸𝓷 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓽𝓸𝓷 is the daughter of the infamous Blake Carrington and Alexis but is now Celia's daughter through the desired, official adoption, younger sister of Adam and Steven and older sister of Amanda and Giada. She is the proud mother of Giulia Luna, after Cameron asks her to adopt the little girl with whom Fallon immediately falls in love and lives out her role as a mother proudly and deeply and, unlike her own mother, idolizes her daughter and always keeps a watchful eye on her and is the grandmother of Alexander and Giuliana. Cameron herself has been her best friend since high school like Alyssa, he is the first person Fallon begins to trust and is part of the family, both share a close, unbreakable bond. Born into absolute prosperity and billions of dollars in wealth, Fallon grows up with everything she ever wanted and gets only the best except caring, loving parents who put their work and social life first, before her mother leaves the family without a word to her children, something which Fallon still suffers from internally and for which she once blamed herself and becomes withdrawn and cold. After graduating from college and graduating with a business degree, the multibillionare heiress decided to join the family business and Blake gave his daughter the position of Head of Acquisitions. Young Carrington returns to Atlanta expecting to become the new COO of Carrington Atlantic, only to be dealt another blow by her father, who appoints his new fiancée. Although Fallon has learned to deal with setbacks and always maintains a mask of perfection and repeatedly tries to control her emotions, it hits her hard, as she not only wants to show what kind of businesswoman she is, but also to prove herself to her father and begins to work against him to set up her own company, independent of her father, to finally make her own name. Although she is often seen and compared by others as Alexis' daughter, who brings out Fallon's worst sides, Fallon takes after her father and is definitely considered competition. Not only for companies, but also because of her strength and her similarity to Blake. Not only does she know how her father thinks, she is also extremely intelligent, competent, charismatic and cunning. With her charm, she can wrap anyone around her finger as she wants, as she knows herself, is cunning through and through and loves the challenge. She knows what she wants and is not afraid to put it into action, even if it means manipulating in her favor to better meet her needs. But she often acts impulsively and gets herself into trouble as a result. Despite everything, she is seen as the center of all parties. She often comes across not only as arrogant, but also as completely cold-hearted, as she has a hard time letting others get close to her, trusts no one and because of her sarcastic jokes. Despite the hard, unflappable exterior of the young businesswoman, Fallon has a good heart when she lets you see behind the tough facade and, unlike her father, tends to do the right thing instead of hurting others, which is why she can't stand hearing how similar she is to him. Nothing is more important to Fallon than her family and the company and having made her own name. And she is very territorial when it comes to her Liam, her daughter and the rest of the family, as well as the family business. She is fiercely protective of both, always keeping an eye on everything and everyone. Although she has trust issues, Fallon loves unconditionally when she chooses someone and would do anything for her loved ones and her family. Fallon herself founded several companies, including Morell Green Energy Corporation, Femperial Publishing and Fallon Unlimited. Despite being a businesswoman through and through, she has withdrawn somewhat from the company to concentrate more on her beloved daughter and her husband Cameron, her first and only love and the rest of the family. ( Dynasty, Denver Clan )

[entityfromthevoids]

Griffen and his twin brother Vincent moved to Paldea as children to live with their mother. Griff was always a free spirit, deciding to participate in the gym circuit while studying at Naranja Academy. After graduating he began to travel, learning more about the world of Pokemon. As they did, they came across Pokemon with injuries that couldn't be treated at regular centers or needed more assistance. So, they resolved to start their own center for long term rehabilitation and care.

THE TEAM:

Rori (Skeledirge | Male): Griffen's partner pokemon, his first ever. Rori was always a little clumsy, but determined and grew to be quite the powerhouse.

Vivo (Pawmot | Male): Smuggled himself into Griff's pack as a Pawmi. Energetic, easy going and always hungry.

Dali (Grafaiai | Male): A bit standoffish when first met in the Tangledwood. But Griff soon connected with him through a shared love of art.

Tinkerbell (Tinkaton | Female): Found as a Tinkatink, running up to Griff and patting them with her tiny rattle. A little silly and mischievous.

Lyca (Lycanroc | Female): Found as a Rockruff. Often a bit too restless to sit in her pokeball she walks alongside Griff as they travel.

Morel (Toedscruel | Female): Found as a Toedscruel, skittish but saved the group from some wild Magnemites. The shyest of Griff's pokemon, they prefer to watch over the younger mons.