#professor parasol

[superstaridolstart]

I feel like I should talk more about the mysterious Pokémorpher that's been a part of my account since the very beginning: Shiftry Mask

Hello Idolstart followers, this is Professor Parasol. My current study is in the Pokémorpher phenomenon, and I'm currently helping oversee the Pokémorph Tag Team Tournament here in Morpho Island.

I'm currently here to share the current info about Shiftry Mask and hopefully answer some questions you might have about this thorn in our side.

It's worth noting that the way that Shiftry Mask acts is very odd, and I want to tell you why. I have also provided a picture for reference.

First off, they like to get into fights with Pokémorphers on Morpho Island by ambushing the target. It has worked every time. When Wally asked why they do this some time ago, they simply put "To become stronger." There also appears to be a pattern in who they target, but we can't exactly what the pattern is, other than youngish. We'll let you know if we figure out this pattern

Next is that they don't speak, we don't know if this muteness is by choice or not, but every time they'd get asked a question, they'd answer by ether using gestures or writing their response down with pencil and paper. Wally has noted that they left a note after their battle with the aforementioned answer.

Then there's the fact that they don't have a fan weapon. That may have sounded silly, at least to me. But every other Shiftry Morpher has had a fan weapon, and according to my assistant, this means something important, but I'm not inclined to believe him just yet, especially if we can't explain why this is of note.

And finally, Shiftry Masks' fighting style appears to be a mix of different eastern and western fighting styles. Although it mainly appears to have influences from fighting styles from the United West Regions (that's where the US regions are) and the Yamato Province. (Where all the JP regions are) We couldn't figure out which fighting styles specifically, but at least we know that the fighting styles they took inspiration from appear to come from these particular region collections.

Now, I want to end this post with results from our q&a attempt for Shiftry Mask. They allowed us 1 question each. It was me and 3 others, so we had 4 questions in total.

My Question: Who gave you your Pokémorph Watch? SMs' answer: I don't want to say

My Assistants' question: When did you get your Watch? SMs' answer: About 7 months after they first appeared in galar

Research partner 1s' question: Where do you live? SMs' answer: In the ocean (We don't know what they mean by this)

Research partner 2s' question: umm... Shoot, I forgot, umm... What's your favorite food? SMs answer: I don't know anymore, Peach mochi, I guess.

After that, they wrote down, "That's all you get. I need to get back to training." and then took off before we could get another word in.

And I guess that's it for now. Once again, this has been Professor Parasol, and if you need clarifications or still have questions, you may ask, and my team and I will answer to the best of my ability.

[queer-book-character-tournament]

Character, book, and author names under the cut

Henry Jekyll/Robert Lanyon- The Glass Scientists by S.G. Cotugno

Gyre Price/Em Arasgain- The Luminous Dead by Caitlin Starling

Biffy/Professor Lyall- The Parasol Protectorate series by Gail Carriger

Sunai/Veyadi- The Archive Undying by Emma Mieko Candon

[pad-wubbo]

"professor mush", "parasol mush", "twisty mush", "mushmobile", "ouroboros mush", "infinity mush", "supermassive mush hole", "mush of horus", "mush cupcake"

Pen sketches.

nine cute mushrooms in sketchbook

CC-BY-SA 4.0.

[parasolladyansy]

Sword x Shield

Highlights from Ansy & Ikrit’s first adventure together through Galar! If you want to see the whole thing, please visit my instagram at parasol_lady_ansy 🌧️

For this & the Scarlet x Violet series, I mostly just did single panel comics with a few 4 panel comics. It was the first time I really finished a series like that, so it was a big step for me as an artist, leading up to Diamond x Pearl REWRITE.

This was the first Pokémon game we played as a couple (apart from replaying X & Y a bit), & so this story is based on our love story 🩵 We met at work, & I confessed first. After a few years of dating & playing Pokémon, we were engaged & then married. Ikrit came to Galar on Professor Cozmo’s behest to study the Wishing Stars, while Ansy came a couple years back to learn about gardening (as the first run I did, I tried a different trainer class than my typical Parasol Lady, Gardener 🍃).

Small note: you might’ve noticed there being a year gap between the main story & the DLC post-game. During that gap, they went to Hoenn, Unova, & Kanto as detailed on Ansy’s timeline as well as Ikrit’s. Mostly it was to meet each other’s family & friends as they got closer.

—

Other SWxSH Comics - Remembering Leo /

[superstaridolstart]

I feel like my main blog is the Au account

Might create a sideblog for my pokemon AUs :)

[bullet-prooflove]

Oh no! We can’t have an empty ask box, LOL!

How about romantic vacation with Jack Dayton?

Tagging: @soultrysworld @kmc1989 @livingonthehems @tess-love

OK so sorry this took so long, I could not decide on the location. I was torn with him joining her on a research trip to Ireland (cue Jack in a white warm sweater on a windy cliff surrounded by greenery or something beachy - in the end this won out as a relaxing vacay for him as Ireland would have been him angsting over her being out of his proximity for a while.)

The First Time (NSFW) - Jack reveals his secret during your first time together.

The Professor (NSFW) - Jack and you share an intimate moment in your office.

Cartier - Jack tries to build some healthier habits to vent his stress.

Bali agrees with Jack.

Usually on his vacations he works, same shit different location but this is his first one with you and he hasn’t thought about his phone once since he locked it in the safe in the villa.

It’s quiet here, serene and it fills him with a peacefulness he’s not felt in a long time. He spends his mornings on the private beach, swimming in the sea, lounging under a parasol reading a book. Before you he couldn’t remember the last time he picked up a paperback, everything he dealt with was digital. It’s only when you’d given him a copy of your book that he’d rediscovered his desire to read for pleasure.

“It was almost as captivating as you are.” He’d told you the next time the two of you met for dinner, the blush had crept across your cheeks and he realises that you hadn’t truly expected him to read it.

In the evenings he likes to cook, it’s something else he’s rediscovered his passion for. Every morning fresh produce is dropped off and he enjoys the challenge of creating a menu for the day out of the offerings.

Back in Chicago his life is so regimented, he don’t get time to stop and smell the roses. He’s on the go from five am to midnight and then it starts all over again. That’s what this vacation has been about, slowing down, taking a moment to breathe.

As he lies in the hammock on the beach with you draped across his body fast asleep, he realises he needs to make some changes in his life. He can’t keep hurtling through his life at break neck speed, he needs to experience it, to live it.

That started with you he thinks, when he read your words about the feel of wild flowers brushing over a lover’s skin, the simplicity of being with another person, your entire attention focused on them. He wants that, no more stolen moments or dinners booked three weeks in advance, he wants to exist in the present, to take the time to love you without having to count down the seconds to his next engagement.

“I’m going to ease back my schedule a little.” He tells you over breakfast the morning you’re both due to fly home. His hand comes to rest on yours, fingers entwining as he looks at you across the table. “Being here with you, it’s made me realise what important. I don’t want to look back at my life and regret the things I’ve missed because I was working too hard.”

You smile then as you stand up and something in his chest flutters. Being with you has brought so much joy to his life, he can’t imagine a world without you in it. You slip into his lap and his arms wrap around you, cradling you close.

“All I want…” You say as your forehead comes to rest against his. “…is for you to be happy.”

Your lips ghost over his and that kiss, there’s such a tenderness in it, a softness. He’s never felt as wanted as he does when he’s with you, he’s never felt so loved, so cared for.

“Being with you…” He whispers as he uses his fingertips to tuck a stray strand of hair back behind your ear. “…it’s the happiest I’ve ever been.”

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[thedepthsoffandomminds]

More than skin deep.

PT 1

Request:

The reader just have a very sensitive skin (so they wear 'comfortable' cloths to wear and feel against their skin, like they have Gloves on most of the time), (maybe with a skin disease? And maybe having them *die*? Or in a life or death situation? I kind of want *drama*, and hurt-comfort-bit of fluff because of their disease? Or something a bit related to it?) Nervous anon

An - please don't be nervous Anon. I hope.ylu like it.

The cotton gloves felt good against your skin, and aided to cover the scars that riddled your forearms.

Are you ready my dear?" Your father asked, peaking around your bedroom door.

"Are you sure we need to go out Father? It is very hot out today." You ask.

"Oh my dear, he patted your right shoulder. We need to make ourselves known around town. I am the new Patron of the hospital, I have paid a great deal of money to expand it and the queen has given us a great deal of money and trust to help Governor Fox make this little town into a bustling civilised city." He repeated the words he had told you several times over the four months journey from England to Australia.

"But why do I need to go? It isn't like I will have any more suitors here than I would in London." You reminded him.

"My sweet, you must try to look past your misgivings. We are not in London anymore. Come, the carriage awaits us." He gives your hand a small squeeze and you follow him out the door. Your light blue, cotton dress swishing around your legs.

The Carriage journey is thankfully short. Your home is large but close to the main town, so you're arriving in no more than thirty minutes. Your father steps out first, he is a tall thin man, with dark hair cut neatly to his head to match the slightly greying sideburns. He turns his hand to you and you step out of the carriage. Your hat keeps the sun from touching your eyes but you are quickly reminded of the heat as your skin starts to heat up.

"Your parasol, my dear." Your father reminds you and you lift the dark lace parasol above your head. It gives you just enough shade and protection that you can feel somewhere close to comfortable. You take your father's arm and he leads you up into the hospital. An older man who stank of alcohol approached the two of you and greeted your father with a hearty handshake.

"Oh Lord Hastings it is a delight to see you again."

"Thank you Professor McGregor. My daughter lady y/n." He introduced you. The prof kisses the back of your hand and you give him a small smile. The two men turned and walked into an office leaving you in the corridor. Turning around you decided to look at the hospital. It is a busy place with many people entering and leaving. You see two large men walking a shrouded body through the halls. Nurses went about their rounds, changing bedding and cleaning wounds. You hear a voice on one of the wards and you are sure you recognise it. A blonde woman about your age is ordering the staff around.

“Open these windows.” She says; the nurses begin to argue but are quickly rebutted.

“Belle!” You smile wide.

“Y/n!” she comes bounding over to you and takes your hands, “It is wonderful to see you again at last!” She giggles.

“Belle, what on earth are you doing in a nurse's outfit?” You ask, twirling your friend around.

“It's a very long story, but I am one step closer to my dream.” Belle smiles.

“You will have to tell me everything over dinner.” You say.

“Oh god, are we to be overrun by pompos women today?” A man stood behind you with his hands on his hips.

“Excuse me?” You ask.

“Doctor Dawkins this Lady y/n Hastings. Her father is paying for the new wing in this hospital.” Belle informed him.

The blonde doctor cleared his throat.

“Oh, I apologise, Lady y/n. How can I help you today?” It doesn't go unnoticed by the nurses how his eyes linger on you.

“My father has come to inspect the building, he is with the Professor at the moment.” You explain.

“I see, well would you like to be shown around?” The doctor asks.

“Yes, thank you.”

“I can do that for you, Doctor.”Hetty asks.

“No, no. I will do it. Shall we?” He holds his arm out to you and you take it keeping your touch light.

“This is my ward, over here is the operating theatre.” Jack continues to tell you what each room was as you walked until his arm closed too tightly on your arm. You winche and draw in a hissing breath at the pain.

“I'm sorry, did I hurt you?” He asked, concerned.

“No, please I have…I have a condition on my arms.” You say, fiddling with your fingers.

“May I have a look?” He asks, holding his hand out to you. Hesitantly you allow him to remove your gloves, revealing the scars.

“What happened?” He asked, eyes meeting yours. You take in a shaky breath and press your lips together.

“It's okay you don't need to tell me. Was it a chemical?” You nod to his question, “come with me.” He shows you into a private room and asks you to take a seat on the bed before he darts out of the room. As you wait you look at the way your once clear, porcelain skin was now chard and pink. Swirls of uneven skin painted your arms. When the doctor returns he is holding a tin in his hands. He opens it and pulls a chair up to the side of the bed.

“With your permission?” He asks and you nod holding one arm towards him, “It must be a struggle for you here with the heat?” He says as a cops the white substance onto his fingers.

“Yes, I try to avoid leaving the house whenever I can. Although the hospital is very cool, it is helping.” You admit. .”Good, I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable here.” He catches himself and clears his throat, casting his eyes to your arm where he gently rubs the ointment into your skin. The relief is almost instant. The heat that had been captured in your skin seemed to lift away.

“This is not a cure, Milady, but it will help. Is it just your arms?” He asks.

“No, my shoulder and back as well.” You say before capturing your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Take this with you and I will make up some more for you. Apply it each morning and night and whenever you feel your skin becomes too hot.” He explains. You purposely do not acknowledge his hand still holding yours.

“My dear, is everything alright?” Your father stands at the door.

“Yes father. This is Doctor Dawkins. He has given me an ointment for my burns.” You say gleefully. Your father eyes the doctor who drops your hand and stands quickly, like a soldier standing to attention.

“Yes, yes this is our young Jack Dawkins. Very promising lad. A naval lieutenant comes very highly recommended by the admiral.” the professor announced.

“I spoke to the admiral myself, wonderful to meet you, my lad.” He shakes the doctor's hand. Soon after you return home, finally happy to step outside and feel the sun without a fear of your skin peeling away.

In your happiness you didn't notice the eyes watching you from the street corner. Or how those eyes followed you home.

[viric-dreams]

As Estival draws to a close, two exhausted spies meet under a parasol.

Meeting with Jones and @zeebreezin’s Shaw below:

[Mercifully, you seem to have a few days off after the last of the Sixth Coil business is over. Aside from a few ‘teary farewells’, all that you’re left with is to draft up your report on the situation and get back to it. You receive a rather substantial parcel in a dead drop - one you scarcely use, these days. Inside the tin case is nothing more than a military standard medical bag and a pouch of what claims to be genuine Ethiopian coffee beans. The typed note attached is brief. The cipher is two layers deep, but standard issue enough.] 

“Hope the games were entertaining. Was curious about your report’s details. Is your calendar free for a brief meeting? Your choice of location. – S.” 

[… Well, shit.]

[The letter you receive back in the dead drop is in standard encryption. No personal flair.]  “Summerset quad. Name your time.”

[The choice of location is clever—the quad is quiet, but not empty. Any passing eyes might recognise Professor Shaw. Does he hope to keep you in check somehow? The fact that it’s Summerset’s campus, the location of his forged diploma is not lost on you. He wants you to meet him on his turf. Making some sort of a play at your own meeting might be out of pocket for an agent normally, but he’s crafty. You can’t dismiss the possibility entirely.]

[You receive a response promptly - specifying the time with no further details. He’s chosen to meet up at a quiet hour on the edge of evening, dead in the middle of the week. A time where few will be milling about, but you’ll most likely be seen by exiting students and the like. But why wait a few days? Does he plan to hide his men in the crowd?]

[The specified time arrives without fanfare. Despite your best efforts, you can’t peg any disguised agents among the chattering student body, nor any watchers tucked away in vantage points. This is the opposite of comforting.] 

[You do, however, see him. Sitting alone on a bench amongst the neatly tended to pebble gardens. He has his parasol in hand - the shimmering translucent thing casts a spray of colour across the rocks as he spins it. The gesture would look absentminded in another’s hands. It’s hard to pull your eyes away. Soon, you’re face to face.]

“Jones. It’s good to see you.”

[It looks like he just snuck away from Benthic - still in a warm professor’s garb. Beyond the twisting light cast by the parasol, though… god, he looks like shit - about as tired as you were before that 16 hour crash, at least.] 

“I trust you’ve been enjoying the quiet after the storm?” 

[Jones nods in acknowledgement and takes a seat on the adjacent bench, not at the far end, but with a certain degree of distance between you. At this angle, the lamplight throws the planes of his face into shadow, sunken eyes and hollow cheeks receding from view. Up close, his suit seems to swallow his frame. Its shade does him no favours either, the deep olive drawing the colour from his skin. His gaze stays forward, silently tracking the passersby.] 

“I don’t miss the chaos.” 

[He finally says. It’s not a direct answer to your question.] 

“You said you wanted to talk about the report I’d sent. Was something insufficient?”

[The parasol casts odd shadows as he rests it over his shoulder. The edges of the technicolor shade kiss your fingertips as they rest atop the bench’s table.]  

“No, it was perfectly sufficient, trust me. I’m merely putting together a report - and I’ll need the testimony of all the traitorous Kolomans that stayed behind despite their orders.” 

[He offers a small smile, before placing a few documents on the table - close to him. You’ll need to lean over to reach them.] 

“I’m looking to triangulate where most of your countrymen hail from based on the languages they were speaking. Check these over, fill in any you noticed, and so on… busy work. Were you expecting anything else?”

[Jones is trying to look at you, though his eyes involuntarily flit to the kaleidoscope patterns cast by the parasol. His fingers twitch, drumming a pattern onto the stone bench, a nervous habit he usually keeps under control. When you place the documents on the table, his hand withdraws, curling into the inner pocket of his jacket.] 

“I see… I’ll make sure it gets back to you in a timely manner then.” 

[His hand emerges from the pocket, holding a pair of reading glasses. He slips them on and reaches forward to take the documents from their resting place.] 

[Shaw’s expression is rather pleasant, though you can see the hint of something in his eye. Is that… fondness? Some level of ease? Worry? Under the parasol’s drifting colours, it’s hard to tell. He leans forward as you do, placing a hand - lightly - on one of the documents. Preventing it from being moved.] 

“…What were you expecting in this meeting, Jones?” 

[You’re both under the parasol’s canopy, now. He twirls the thing’s handle back and forth, casting a smattering of light across your face. A need to fidget he’s usually able to swallow.] 

“I’d like to know, if you’re able to share.” 

[Back and forth.] 

“You’re one of my favourite agents, after all.” 

[Back and forth.] 

“And your wellbeing is far more important than some busywork.” 

[Back and forth.]

[Jones’ hand freezes to a stop when yours comes down on the document. His eyes dart to yours, wide and magnified through the lenses. There’s a flicker of emotion in there, but before you’re able to parse what it is, it’s clouded over. His eyes jump across your face, tracking the swirling colours of the parasol across your skin.]  

“I don’t know. I never seem to know with you. An end to all of this, maybe. After all this waiting.” 

[He tugs the document free with a forceful pull.] 

“I can’t do this much longer. What do you want?”

[There’s a little twitch of his lip as the trap springs shut - a trap set for two. Underneath the colours cast down, Shaw lifts his hand the second you tug.]

 “What do I want..?” 

[His voice is soft, still touched with a bit of pleasing calm, but it’s in a natural accent you’ve never heard before - clearly working class Scouse. Another mask slipped free.] 

“I want so many things, Jones. It’s sickening. But right now, I want to know you. To understand why you’re here, why you’re doing this. You… fascinate me. You have for quite some time.”

[For once, Shaw stops spinning the parasol, a break in the intensifying rocking motion. He takes a deep breath, leaning back just a tad in his chair.] 

“…Pardon me, I haven’t been sleeping well. Does that answer your question?”

[Jones wasn’t expecting you to let go, and the document comes free with more force than he’d intended—his arm rebounding into his chest. When you let the parasol come to a rest, something in your prismatic hold seems to break. He blinks up at you, expression still clouded, but something sharper jutting out from under the surface: alarm. Is it from your answer? Or the knowledge that he’s unable to hide what he’s doing.]

 “No.” 

[No? Is it a rejection or an answer to your question? Jones pulls back, his free hand sweeping the glasses off of his face. He has no intention of reading through the documents now. Under the lamp’s gas light his face morphs again, slipping on that familiar neutral expression you know so well. No indication of the turmoil below, though you know he must be piecing together what he’d just let slip.]

 “I’ll ensure this finds its way to you soon.” 

[He raises the papers pressed against his torso to punctuate the sentence. Then,] 

“Am I free to go?”

[With clearer eyes, you almost see him catch his breath as the parasol stops spinning. He swallows down an unknown emotion that had begun to creep into his expression. His gaze never stops studying you. Tracking each and every reaction.] 

“…Fair enough.” 

[Is that meant as reassurance? Acceptance of your answer? Some acknowledgement of your alarm? Either way, whatever frenzy seized him a moment ago seems to have faded. Shaw’s practised accent is back in place when he speaks again.] 

“Of course. I won’t keep you.” 

[He smiles, adjusting his grip on the parasol before standing. Your technicolor shade is ripped away.] 

“But… Do try and enjoy the reprieve after the games, won’t you?”  

[The smile and assurance you receive in return tells you nothing you don’t already know, but it’s disappointing nonetheless–he doesn’t trust you. As soon as you take a step away, he sets the glasses back onto the bridge of his nose, leafing through the documents. You don’t have to turn around to know he’s going to keep doing this until long after you’re sat back in your office. And then he’ll head home and look at them again.] 

[He might just process some of the words that second time.]

[nagaficat]

"professor! shall i change the flowers from your vase today?" "professor, it is quite damp in here, i'll clear a window." "professor, shall i take those books off your hands?"

he normally began his days, as such. honorable, well-to-do, and eager to please. today, however, he left a black-out parasol on her desk. "i saw it in the market yesterday, professor! i thought i might by it for you, since your skin is so delicate, it might burn with how scorching the sun has been lately."

"as the future Black Eagles house leader, it is my duty to look after the professors in the same manner they look after me."

Ferdinand's cheerful eagerness has become quite a welcome staple to Deirdre's mornings. She looks forward to seeing his smiling face, seeing what he has decided he will help her with on that particular morning, and just getting to spend a bit of time with him. It brings a smile to her face and puts a positive spin on even the most mundane of days.

He reminds her a bit of a sweet puppy. It tugs at her heart. She wonders what it might be like if he and Lord Sigurd had the chance to buzz around together and bounce off each other. Chaotic, surely, but in the most wonderful way.

Today's assistance comes in the form of a gift. She is about to protest, to explain that he did not need to go so far out of his way for her. But she remembers the pink tinge on the top of her shoulders and the tip of her nose. Had he noticed, too?

"Oh!" She turns to face her student, face beaming up at him with a smile. "I do not know how you continue to be so thoughtful. Thank you for thinking of me. I will be sure to use it!"

He will be a fine knight someday!

[lord-morpheus-ravens]

32. markets - for the soft prompts 💖

Hello! Thank you for being my first ever prompt in this fandom, ahah! Let's set this somewhere after the end of the first season...

The market was quiet when they finally reached it; subdued, in the way of half-asleep things, bright orange and deep blue, already wrapped up in the shadows of the twilight. Few were the people still perusing the stalls, and many a seller had already begun to pack up. It was in times like this, at the threshold between day and night, that the Waking most resembled the Dreaming -its contours were gentled, its sharpness held at bay by the last rays of the setting sun, its roaring crowds reduced to a handful of stragglers, hurrying home for dinner.

Dream watched the dwindling human activity for a few moments as Hob Gadling led him around the little hidden square, seemingly searching for something. Their shoulders brushed, just barely, with every odd step, and each touch (likely unvoluntary on Hob's part) pressed a breath of warmth on Dream's perpetually cold corporeal manifestation. It was... not unwelcome.

"Have I kept you from your chores?" Dream questioned, turning just so to try and meet Hob's eyes, fixed as they were on the closing stalls. "Perhaps you would have preferred coming here earlier."

Earlier, Dream had manifested into Hob's pleasantly cluttered living room, because he had found himself wanting for company and with no pressing duties to attend to; and his friend had gotten over the fright surprisingly quickly, and, accomodating as ever, had put on the kettle for tea, and offered him sweet biscuits and idle chatter and all of his space, his time, his things.

It occurred to Dream now that it was not considered polite in human society to show up unannounced to someone else's place. "I will endeavour to send word beforehand, the next time I visit."

Hob gave him an absent-minded hum and shook his head. "It's fine, dove, I didn't mind, feel free to pop in whenever," he said, and circled Dream's arm around his own so they could be of one pace, hurrying to the other end of the emptied out space. His hair, awash in the blueish light of the growing evening, looked especially soft, and Dream had to blink himself out fixing on the heavy strands, so rich and inviting. "Besides, I know you're not very fond of crowds, so..."

It was unnerving, to be so effortlessly known. But then, when it came to this particular man, to be known was to be cared for. Strange and new, Hob's stubborn crusade to make a person out of him, the way he was constantly asking after Dream's opinions, after his needs, working off the unprecedented assumption that one such as an Endless even had needs... The tension that had snapped his spine straight melted at the first hint of a smile from Hob, and as Dream allowed himself the luxory of slouching just so (just so their bodies slid a little bit closer) he contemplated the wealth of affection given freely and without reserve, and wondered.

They strolled through the quiet marketplace, all the way to the very last stand, which was, in truth, not a stand at all, but an upturned crate, a parasol and a single young woman sitting on a folding chair, who waved at Hob rather cheerfully. "Professor! I wasn't sure you'd make it in time!"

"Told you I would, my dear," Hob replied with an easy grin. Without relinquishing his hold on Dream, he leaned in to inspect the little basket on the crate. "This is Morpheus, a very old friend. Morpheus, meet Nira, one of my first graduates."

They exchanged a polite nod.

Hob huffed, giving Dream's arm a gentle squeeze. "So... Are there any left?" he asked, and then he pulled Dream in, until he was forced to bend over. "Come on, have a look."

Inside the basket were two kittens, fluffed up and fuzzy, curled one around the other as they slept swaddled in an old blanket. One bright orange, the other dappled black, they could not be older than a couple of months; as he did all dreaming beings, he knew them, that they were warm and sleepy but had been frightened earlier. That they missed their mother, and the little sisters that had been adopted earlier in the afternoon.

"My landlord is evicting them," said Nira, perhaps picking up on his consternation. "Old man was fine with one cat, not five."

Hob smiled at Dream and tapped his free hand on the basket, carefully, so the kittens didn't even stir. "I was thinking of getting a cat," he explained. "Do you want to pick one?"

Dream pursed his lips; he glanced at the two siblings, then back at his friend, his open expression, his arm that was still wrapped around Dream's own. "They would be happier together," he said, because it was true, and because surely, surely, Hob would refuse him.

Hob's smile widened, sweet in the way it brought out the lines at the corners of his eyes, and he shrugged. "Alright then, what's one more?" he mused, and turned back toward his former student. "We'll take them both. And the basket, I suppose."

[superstaridolstart]

Professor Parasols Pokémorph Logs: The first enemy

Hello again IdolStart Followers! Once again my name is Professor Parasol and it's nice to get to talk to you again!

Well, today I thought we could talk about a topic that's been neglected until now, The first enemy of Pokémorphers

Now I myself don't study the enemy creatures as much as other topics relating to The Pokémorph Phenomenon, however my assistant does study these creatures a lot, so I'm going to be using a lot of his research for this log

First off: the creatures Origin and Power

They are beings from another reality that we can't properly perceive or understand. It is unknown how they travel from their reality to ours and why, but we do know that ultra wormholes have been ruled out as a possibility as the portals the creatures use look very different.

Now, while a human or Pokémon touching these creatures doesn't seem to do anything, at least briefly, but when these creatures use their powers, they can cause devastating and disorienting effects to the environment they inhabit, hence why we have been calling these creatures "Glitches"

i have provided visual reference, granted it's a drawing as it is very hard to take a clear photograph of a glitch, and i am not the best artist

Next up: notable behaviors and preferred habitats

Glitches are actually quite passive when not spotted, but if you do spot a Glitch, Run for your life as they can get very aggressive and will chase down anything and will not stop until whatever spotted them is down and dead

With that being said Glitches are very good at camouflaging themselves and hiding within their environments, and we know this, because Glitches can actually be mostly found within places with a lot of people or Pokémon. now despite the fact that Zacian and Zamazenta were the first Pokémon to help deal with Glitches by giving humans Pokémorph Watches, the most powerful Glitches and can currently be found in Paldea, it was also where they were first spotted.

Now Finally: What to do if you if you suspect Glitch Activity.

Now, the first thing to note is that if you suspect Glitch Activity if you're not a Pokémorpher, DO NOT GO LOOKING FOR THE GLITCH! Like i said before, Glitches can get VERY aggressive when seen, and while it is possible to damage a Glitch with trained Pokémon, they will target humans before Pokémon so it is unlikely that your Pokemon will attack before the Glitch get the jump on their trainer, so if you suspect Glitch Activity, Please contact the authorities, the Sooner these Glitches can be dealt with, the better.

And that's it for this Log, I hope this was educational for you. Once again, this has been Professor Parasol, and if you have any questions or need clarifications, feel free to let me know, I will try my best to answer questions you may have.

[ash-and-books]

Rating: 5/5

Book Blurb:

"So riotously clever it almost defies description...an alchemy of romantic elements held in perfect harmony."—NPR Rival ornithologists hunt through England for a rare magical bird in this historical-fantasy rom-com reminiscent of Indiana Jones but with manners, tea, and helicopter parasols.

Beth Pickering is on the verge of finally capturing the rare deathwhistler bird when Professor Devon Lockley swoops in, stealing both her bird and her imagination like a villain. Albeit a handsome and charming villain, but that's beside the point. As someone highly educated in the ruthless discipline of ornithology, Beth knows trouble when she sees it, and she is determined to keep her distance from Devon. 

For his part, Devon has never been more smitten than when he first set eyes on Professor Beth Pickering. She's so pretty, so polite, so capable of bringing down a fiery, deadly bird using only her wits. In other words, an angel. Devon understands he must not get close to her, however, since they're professional rivals. 

When a competition to become Birder of the Year by capturing an endangered caladrius bird is announced, Beth and Devon are forced to team up to have any chance of winning. Now keeping their distance becomes a question of one bed or two. But they must take the risk, because fowl play is afoot, and they can't trust anyone else—for all may be fair in love and war, but this is ornithology.

Review:

Rival ornithologist professors hunting down a rare magical bird in a competition find themselves falling in love while trying to beat each other to the prize. Beth Pickering is determined to get tenure, she's only passionate about one thing: birds. So when the ornithologist society offers a huge cash prize and tenure to the winner of the magical bird capturing competition, Beth is determined to win it, the only problem is so is famous handsome professor Devon Lockley. Beth and Devon are constant rivals and Devon loves getting under Beth's skin like nobody else. From the moment Devon met Beth he just couldn't stay away. He's been smitten with her since he met her and despite being professional rivals... this competition is the perfect way for him to team up with her and get to spend time with her... and it definitely doesn't hurt that the news paper have assumed they were lovers and that most of the places they've stayed at only have one bed..... but can he capture Beth's heart or will she fly away like the birds she so loves to chase? This was an absolutely charming and cute rom com read, it's perfect parts cozy fantasy romance and part charming academia. It's the perfect book for fans of Emily Wilde's Encyclopedia of Faeries!!! I can't even begin to talk about how much I adore Devon and Beth, Devon is so in love with Beth and it's so precious. I can't wait for book 2 to see the next couple fall in love! Please add this book to your tbr because I promise you wont regret it.

Release Date: July 23, 2024

Publication/Blog: Ash and Books (ash-and-books.tumblr.com)

*Thanks Netgalley and Berkley Publishing Group | Berkley for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

[cemetery-irises]

liveblogging my idv pokemon outfit concept creation because i have no idea what i wanna do but people need to look like something!! (adding to this with pure unfiltered thoughts whenever i get an idea) (this will be so long forever even before i add to it be warned and mainly for archive purposes so i can look back at it for reference)

tldr: what the fuck am i doing i am so clueless on what these people should wear

emil - some sort of baggy, pastel coloured cardigan, probably pink/mint green with cream accents and grass stains probably fairly pale since theres little to no natural sunlight in both ballonlea and the tangle, and he uses a parasol otherwise, for his hair im thinking probably longer than canon?? not overwhelmingly so, but probably just above his shoulderblades. also he has little glowy freckles that are just mushroom spores as well as a morelull that kinda just. sits on his head

now the hard part..... everyone else........

frederick definitely has a suit with a train i think! he prefers to use fairy/ghost types (mecore) and i think it should reflect in what he wears while being elegant. he should get heeled boots methinks

for norton i kiinda wanna keep the self repaired aspects of his clothes. i like the slight stinginess of his personality and i think that his clothes reflect that well, because is there reaaallyy a point in buying new clothes if he could fix them himself and they still do their job........

ive no idea what to do with him though. not a clue....... i was thinking maybe leather or something to show he's a spikemuth local, but im not sure on it,,,

orpheus i just want to give a pretty monocle to and call it a day im so clueless on him. i wanna give his clothes dragon-y aspects though since he specializes in dragon types i'm just. not sure how to incorporate them yet

andrew.... ive been procrastinating on this for him....... for soo long..... im thinking he gets to wear a real big (though worn) hooded travelling cloak since it somewhat resembles a robe (or whatever the fuck you call his canon fit) with the iris remaining ofc, and he carries his mimikyu around in the hood whenever its not up. as a barefoot wanderer myself i think we all know what my first response is but i think he can pull off boots

grace...... grace is soo fucking preetty... ive no idea what to do with her either though, but the simple sort of charm fits her well i think. she could pull off literally anything though agghg

honestly i think ithaqua design is perfect already if you take away all his hunter-y aspects like the stilts and the mask (he might be able to keep his axe. as a little treat) nothing to say for now

luca balsa. the professors son. he has the new eccentric skin no comment. next

alva should wear a vest with rolled up sleeves i think. also he has long hair in a ponytail because i think he should and we were robbed because why is this 46 year old man putting hair gel in and slicking his hair back honest question

[shinobi-illuminator]

My boy and I have been working on our extended cast for the Cursed Child remake. There might be a part too eventually. But first--- some introductions. Some still a work in progress, but here we go.

Based on a scrapped JK character, we got our good Vampire teacher for Defense Against the Dark Arts Nathaniel Trocar. (Harry Lloyd.) Proffessor Trocar took on the empty position after the curse on the class was broken. He's laidback for a vampire and goes around daylight hours with a black parasol. He's able to control his thirst for blood with his blood bank supply, but he's able to enjoy most mortal food so long as it doesn't have garlic (Pukes up blood). It's empty calories, but he'd able to be among mortal wizards. Lily Luna Potter would give him Blood Lollipops from Honeydukes to make him feel welcome. By the time the transfer students come over Trocar keeps noticing someone keeps trying to drug his blood stash. Not to kill him.... But to invade his body.

Yo-yo (voiced by Rowen Atkinson) the free House Elf. Ever since elf kind were liberated by Hermione they were free to pick up different trades like Goblins. As a result Hermione's family are seen as saviors of their kind. One in particular who became a close family friend, is Yo-Yo. He's the first of his kind to be born free. He has never been to Hogwarts and wants to go-- despite him not needing a wand. He just wants to see what it's like. Hugo Weasley then put him in his backpack so he could go and see the campus. The two are very close and love playing games and eating wizard animal crackers.

Amitola Thunderhawk (Tantoo Cardinal) the recent Headmistress of Ilvermorny and Thunderbird alumni. Second in command of the school before Headmaster Agilbert Fontaine suddenly vanished. Wizards in the US had been going missing few quite some time but there was no concrete proof linking them to the mysterious school of Miskatonic University. Considering muggles went there openly, the wizard government choked the rumors up to eccentric fiction. But after Amitola's boss went missing she knew she needed help. She reached out to her old penpal McGonagall and wished to do a student exchange program while she cooperated information to the ministry of magic. It was a risky move, but she knew things would only get worse if nothing could be done. She's protective but fair, and has no time for unneeded nonsense.

Sakima Thunderhawk. Sakima is Amitola's grandson and the first of a long line of Thunderbirds to answer the call of Wampus. He lost his parents to a rogue wizard in his reservation. His grandma is all he has left of his family. As a result his granny protects him and makes sure he stays out of trouble. But being a blossoming Wampus, he naturally wants to be useful in locating these missing witches and wizards. But the headmistress wouldn't have it. She had lost her son and daughter in-law, she would not be losing her grandson to the body snatchers. So she put him in the exchange program to send him to Hogwarts for the year while she worked with other staff to uncover the mystery to these disappearances. Sakima was frustrated, he only wanted to help and had never been outside the country before. But he went. It was a lot to take in all at once and he knew no one there. That was until Lily Potter befriended him and went about showing him around the school. She loved hearing about his home and Ilvermorny. Plus the two bonded over Care for Magical Creatures class. Sakima was very gifted in gaining creature's trust. It didn't take long for Sakima and Lily for form crushes. But not long after their stay, they began noticing students that neither recognized at the school. Ones who weren't part of the program. The body snatchers had infiltrated Hogwarts.

Willow Smith. A daughter of an Ilvermorny Charms professor, Gladys Swan (Kate Blanchett). Her Muggle Born father Jeffrey Smith (Ben Wishaw) went to Hogwarts but was forced to drop out after Voldemort was taking over. He works for the American Ministry of Magic as an auor. Willow herself is a 4th year Horned Serpent student and practicing to be a cat animagus. Her sister Ember Smith is a Squib and it drives her mad. She tried to go to Ilvermorny but when it was her time to get sorted by the 4 idols, none of them called out for her. As a result she couldn't go. Willow would try to comfort her sister, but Ember wouldn't have it. Here was Willow the seemingly perfect sister and then the screw up Ember not worthy enough for magic. Willow would try to throw herself into her studies more, but deep down it hurt knowing their relationship as sisters wouldn't be the same.

De'Aundre Robinson, 1st year Thunderbird. His wizard mother was killed in a hit and run, leaving his muggle father Mr. Robinson (David Oyelowo) to try and raise his wizard son alone. His wife was very secretive of what she did, so it was a hard time for him to relate to his son. De'Aundra is playful and plucky. He wants to get into the Quiddtich team. Personally his father thinks he should stick to something less dangerous like basketball or football.... like other normal boys his age. It frustrates De'Aundre he can't openly show his dad what being a wizard is all about.

Kyoshiro was given up for adoption when he was just a baby. It turned out his Japanese immigrant parents quickly discovered his magical gifts and wanted nothing to do with him. He was then adopted by two witches (Olivia Williams) and (Sally Hawkins) who became his new mothers. They helped him grow and understand how to use his magic. But when Kyoshiro was just getting exposed to wizard life, he couldn't help but notice how much wizards cared about their bloodlines. So many were pure blood, half blood, and muggle born. Though his adoptive mothers were pure and half, he himself didn't know what he was. No one knew much about his real parents and knowing they gave up on him made him sick to his stomach and not want to know what kind of wizard he was. Being a 3rd year Horned Serpent, it's hard to let some thoughts in the mind go.

Sofia Martinez is a 2nd year Pukwudgie and comes from a huge Latin line of Pure Blood wizards. Her family carried recipes that were passed down for generations. Something about their food would heal the soul. Her parents owned an enchanted food truck and would make this food. Knowing how special it was she wants to try and make her own wizard food restaurant so everyone could feel healed too. She's very caring for her friends, almost like a mother hen. In her family, no one is to go hungry or deal with pain.

Onslow and Daisy Dursley. Dudley and his family moved away to the US while the conflict with Voldemort took off in the UK. Dudley went to a community college and was having a hard time fitting in. But one girl was nice to him, Brittany Kowalski. The two started dating and eventually Dudley felt he had to come clean about the wizard part of his family. He braced himself expecting the worse. But to his shock Brittany was actually a Squib, a muggle born from two magical parents. She's Jacob and Queenie's granddaughter. Dudley was overjoyed, he finally could confide in someone over what he had seen over the years with Harry under his roof--- and staircase. Despite having protests from his parents, Dudley married her and they had two kids. Even now they'd take time over the summer to visit their extended relatives with the Potters. Onslow was amazed by his cousins and why they could do. He loved collecting wizard candy and cards. Though he would often ask James and Albus if Aliens existed in the wizard world. To which both would tell him no. That never stopped Onslow for theorizing their secret existence. Not the brightest, and perhaps a bit brash. He's a good kid. His four year old sister is 99.9% convinced she is a wizard. Every day she would take her stick, dress up in her favorite wizard pajamas and crown and try to do magic. This never seemed to work. But even Harry had to admire her determination. Lily would play long to make her little cousin happy.

Benjamin Gulch is not what one would expect for the typical Pukwudgie. He is Confident, irritable, and sarcastic. Ben's family have a talent for healing magic...however it was never enough to pull them out of poverty. As a result they turned to the shady business of scamming muggles. His father, Pastor Gulch, operates a small church out in the countryside where they use their magical talents to fix muggle's medical issues in the guise of faith healing. Growing up poor and somewhat ostracized from wizard society made him tough and combative, prone to blowing up at criticism, especially in relation to his family's legally dubious work. Outwardly he shows pride in his family's ability to help muggles while making some scratch off of them...but inwardly he hopes that one day he can open a legitimate clinic and be a 'proper medical wizard.'

Sunand Alhazred is a melancholic, poetic, and thoughtful boy with a very old soul and a great burden on his shoulders. He is the direct descendant of Abdul Alhazred, The Mad Arab, an infamous sorcerer from ages past and author of the dreaded Necronomicon. However despite his prodigious lineage the young scion resents his family's legacy, believing that nothing good can come from his ancestors accursed books, and prefers to study art and poetry over the mad ramblings of his forebears. A member of the Order of the Bayhakee at Miskatonic University, Sunand is an accomplished Dreamwalker for his age and has visited the Dreamlands many times. He goes there whenever he is able, preferring the fantastical realms there over the 'dreary' mundane world.

Randolph Carter (Jason Spisak) and Sylvia Carter. Randolph is a professor at Miskatonic, Byhakee alumni, and self proclaimed author. An eccentric and curious teacher, Randolph would practice Dream Walking into other detentions. Sometimes he would come out with his mind barely in tact. Sometime he'd be gone for years. This didn't sit well with his wife Wanda Slater (Toni Collette) or his daughter Sylvia. He just wasn't around much and here they were in the heart of Arkham Massachusetts where nothing normal would go on. To Sylvia she longed for a normal life. One with less demonic forces trying to wear her body like a dress or consume her mind like noodles. She'd easily take up a job as a librarian or barista.... if those damn squid people would stop turning her possible clients or bosses into fish. But no, she was a harsh tempered big sister figure in Shantak. Reclusive by nature, but not opposed to give a firm kick to the nads to anyone who was picking on smaller and easily squish-able students at Miskatonic like Judith Whatley.

Judith Whatley is a Fragile, mousey, quiet girl and is the youngest and most human member of the Whateley clan. She bears the least trace of divine corruption in her blood and presents the fewest mutations, having only a handful of slender, hand-tipped tentacles emerging from her back and strange, red eyes. She hates and fears her family, but is too terrified of them to attempt an escape or resist them. She is certain that the only reason that she is still alive is because of her twin sister Joy, who is a mindless, monstrous abomination that only she can control safely. Judith and joy were born conjoined, with Joy as a grotesque tumor on Judith's back. When Judith was old enough the clan cut Joy out of Judith in a ritual that almost killed the small child. Seeing as Joy is necessary to the family's plans, they keep Judith around so she can 'hold the leash' for her monstrous sister who she both fears and loves. Deep down Judith wishes for nothing more than to be a normal child with a normal family, however she has long since given up hope. She was sorted into the Order of the Shoggoth when she was enrolled in Miskatonic University.

Willoughby Wyndham Whatley is cruel, insane, and calculating. The mutated descendant of a corrupted demi-god, Willoughby is a walking nightmare. Despite only being 13 he stands as tall as most adults and speaks with a terrible kind of charisma and calculating intelligence. While he appears as a human from a distance, close examination reveals that something is terribly wrong with him, his worst mutations only covered by extensive clothing. Seen as the 'heir apparent' by his family to his evil great Grandfather, Wilbur Whateley, Willoughby seeks to finish his great grandsire's dark work and bring about the end of sane human life on the Earth. Despite his freakish size and dull appearance, he is also an accomplished wizard and sorcerer, claiming that his 'divine blood' makes him slated for greatness. He despises his younger sister, Judith, for her 'human weakness' while also feeling jealousy that Judith was 'blessed' to be born conjoined to Joy, the most heavily mutated and 'divine' member of the Whateley family. He is sorted into the Order of the Cthonian at Miskatonic University.

[wheretheharekissesthefox]

Bon appétit: Bonus Chapter 21 of 21: Banana Split

[Astarion/Gale]

It's 2 a.m., Gale's tired and wants some food. Astarion, the cute barista/waiter at the Emerald Grove knows how to sate his cravings.

Trigger warning (18+): Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, No Magic, No Vampire, No Wizard, Graphic Description of Sex, Smut, Anal Sex, Cum Eating, Blowjob/Fellatio, Waiter Astarion, Professor Gale, Frottage, Gale's Creaking Knees, Depraved Carnal Lust, Semi-Public Sex

Served to: @patheticfangirl

I ‘technically’ finished writing this fic three weeks ago, but two day later, the idea for this chapter popped into my head. So, I obviously had to write it at 3 a.m. and add it XD

Banana split

[noun]

Ice cream on a banana sliced in half lengthwise and garnished with whipped cream and other toppings

The city had been hit by a great heat wave. The sun was blazing down at it as if it tried to burn the coastal city to a heap of ash.

Astarion felt the sweat trickling from his hairline down his neck, his tanktop sticking to his skin uncomfortably. He sighed a breath of relief when he entered the Sorcerous Sundries Library and was greeted by a cool, air-conditioned breeze. He folded up the black parasol that protected his sensitive skin against the sun. He took the sunglasses off and placed them atop of his head after running a hand through his sweaty hair. Then, he made his way towards the counter on the left side. Jen was sitting there – in full goth gear; hair and makeup perfectly styled – blasting heavy metal music straight into her ears through a pair of noise-cancelling headphones, while checking a huge pile of returned books for damage. Sensing that someone was nearby, she looked up from her work, smiled at Astarion and pointed wordlessly towards the fantasy section. Astarion nodded in thanks and blew her a kiss, which she accepted with a graceful eye roll. Grinning, he walked towards where Gale was apparently located. Astarion had to check between a few aisle before spotting his husband. Gale was slowly shuffling along a wall of shelves, talking to himself quietly.

"... Schacht, Sapkowski... mhmh... Aha! Salvatore! Now, let's see... The Dark Elf Trilogy One: Homeland... The Crystal Shard... Here, excellent."

With a sound of triumph, he gently placed the book in his hand where it belonged on the shelf. Astarion watched him fondly. His husband's happiness was evident.

"Handling my favourite book series with uttermost care, I see," he smiled, and Gale whirled around, beaming at him.

"Astarion!"

The brunet hugged him tightly.

"Hello, love." Astarion chuckled amused. "Missed me?"

"Very much so," smiled Gale, brushed his fingers along the blond's cheekbone, and kissed him. Being the same hight had it's perks. Astarion sighed into the kiss, caressing Gale's tongue with his.

"I found you," he murmured, teasingly.

"Seek and you shall find me," replied Gale, diving in for another kiss.

"I'm here to pick you up from work," Astarion told him. "I already cleaned the kitchen, bought some ice cream, put the lemonade in the fridge, and filled the kiddie pool with water. Aren't I a good husband? Aren't I sweet?"

"Very sweet," smiled Gale, nuzzling his partner's neck. "The sweetest –" He kissed Astarion's Adam's apple, "– most caring husband in the universe." He sucked a love bite into the blond's neck, who moaned lowly, tilting his head to the side to give him more access. "With you, I forget all my worries." Gale pressed a kiss underneath Astarion's sharp jawline. "With you, I know I can make it through any kind of crisis." He dragged his tongue from the blond's cheek to his ear. "With you, I know what it feels like to be loved and cared for." He sucked his husband's earlobe into his mouth and bit down gently. Whimpering, Astarion held onto Gale's biceps, heart hammering in his chest and dick straining in his shorts.

"Gods, Gale... I need you to fuck me," he whispered, pressing himself against the addressed needily. His husband hummed thoughtfully.

"Well then. Who am I to deny the love of my life what he needs?"

Astarion stared at him, dumbstruck.

Last time after they'd fucked in the library, Gale had gotten all flustered about their risqué actions, and had worried about losing his job over it.

Today, Astarion had just wanted to tease him a bit, so that Gale would hurry up and go home with him earlier than usual. He'd hope for a quickie, of course, but this turned out even better than expected... Astarion wetted his lips, slightly biting down on them.

"The entire city's down at the beach and Jen's wearing her noise-cancelling headphones," he told Gale breathlessly. The latter smirked.

"I know."

Their mouths crashed together in another kiss, their hands roaming over each other's arms and chest. In a silent agreement, Astarion freed one of his feet from a sneaker before pushing his shorts and boxer briefs down and stepping out of them, letting them pool around the other foot. Gale slid his fingers down the blond's ass crack and raised an eyebrow when he brushed over a smooth piece of half-hard plastic sitting there snugly.

"A butt plug? You're rather confident in your seduction skills, hm?"

"Actually, I'm confident in your weakness for temptation," quipped Astarion, pushing his ass back against his husband's hand. Huffing a laugh, the latter slowly eased the plug out before pushing it back in, causing Astarion to moan wantonly.

"Stay quiet, sweetheart," Gale whispered against his lips. "These walls have ears."

He swallowed Astarion's next moan as he started to slowly fuck him with the butt plug.

"Ngh, no. Not like this," whined the blond. "I want your dick."

"Patience," chuckled Gale, sliding the toy all the way in, and gently tapping against it. Astarion moaned into his husband's shoulder, pulling on his short-sleeved, white button-down shirt with urgency.

"Please, love," he breathed against the sun-tanned neck. Thankfully, Gale didn't tease him any longer. With one last deep kiss, he spun Astarion around, and the latter bent over the book truck and widened his legs invitingly. Humming pleased, the brunet conjured a clean tissue from his trousers pocket, placed it on the book truck, and deposited the butt plug on it after easing it out of his husband. Then, he took a step back to admire Astarion's beauty.

"Fuck me already," hissed the latter impatiently, which made Gale chuckle.

"Attitude." The brunet placed a gentle kiss on the blond's tailbone while reverently brushing his fingers along the pale ass cheeks. Then, he got down on one knee to fish a small lube package from Astarion's pants pockets. "I knew you came prepared, you shrewd little menace."

"I haven't come yet."

Gale chuckled again, softly. One of his knees audibly popped when he straightened, but it didn't stop his fluid movement. He ripped open the lube package and quickly pumped his dick with it until it was fully hard. Then, Gale dragged his wet fingers across Astarion's hole before wiping the rest of the lube off on the latter's thigh. The blond made a noise of complaint, but the brunet ignored it in favour of pushing into him. Astarion couldn't hold back a loud, needy moan, and Gale immediately slapped a hand over his mouth. The blond tasted sweat and lube on the skin, which made him groan even more gutturally.

"Stay quiet, sweetheart," Gale told him, and fuck, it was hot. Astarion's eyes fell close when his husband started to move quickly, his hand still firmly pressed against the blond's mouth. It drove Astarion wild to see Gale like this. The latter fucked him hard and fast, panting against the shell of the blond's sensitive ear. The powerful thrusts pushed Astarion up against the book truck, causing it to rattle and Astarion's dick to slide across the smooth, cool metal surface. It felt like heaven. Moaning shamelessly into Gale's hand, Astarion rolled his hips back, eagerly taking the cock as deep as he could.

"If you can stave off your orgasm until I finish, I'll let you come in my mouth," Gale whispered into his husband's ear before sucking on it. The blond keened high-pitched, the sound smothered by the brunet's hand, as his eyes rolled back in his head, and he had to squeeze the base of his dick tightly to stop himself from coming on the spot. There was nothing Astarion wanted more than spill into Gale's wonderfully talented mouth. Gale was panting in his ear, slapping his pelvis against Astarion's ass, while gripping the latter's thighs hard enough to bruise. Then, his body tensed, ass cheeks clenching, as he came with an inelegant grunt. Astarion's eyes rolled back at the sensation, but he kept a tight grip on his cock to stave off his own orgasm. With a satisfied sigh, Gale withdrew, slowly coming back to himself, while Astarion held onto the book truck, white-knuckled and with trembling legs.

"You did so well, sweetheart, now, turn around to get your reward," Gale told him sweetly, and the addressed complied so quickly, he got dizzy. Gale kissed him passionately before sinking to his knees without further ado. Panting, Astarion stared down at him while the brunet gazed up, almost reverently. Gale's hot, sweaty palms trailed along the sides of his husband's thighs. Those dark, rich, soulful eyes staring straight into Astarion's soul and swallowing it whole. The blond ran a gentle hand through the brunet's hair, his own reddish brown eyes full of fondness and love.

"May I?" Gale asked, softly.

"Yes. Please," whispered Astarion immediately.

The sensation of Gale’s mouth took his breath away, causing his hips to buck forwards, and he gripped the back of his husband's neck to hold him close. Gale didn't mind, quite the contrary; he moaned pleased. The blowjob was over much quicker than Astarion had liked. Gale only bobbed up and down his cock a few times and the blond was already coming, shooting his thick, pent-up load into that wickedly talented mouth. Gale drank it all down, swallowing around the dick in his mouth, before pulling back and licking his husband clean.

For a moment, they simply caught their breath, their bodies sticky with sweat and cum. Then - with a gentleness and care that made Astarion's eyes sting - Gale helped him get dressed, tucking the softening dick back into the underwear and pulling up the zipper of his shorts, before holding out the sneaker for him to step into. In return, Astarion helped him to stand up. They fell into each other's arms, Astarion slightly leaning against the book truck for support, and they kissed lazily and in post-coital bliss. Astarion tightened his arms around Gale's neck to pull him closer and purred: "When we’re at home, I want to eat ice cream and then, I want to ride you in the kiddie pool."

"Your wish is my command," chuckled Gale and kissed him once more. "I'm looking forward to it."

[wizardingworldlibrary]

Minerva McGonagall (2) Masterlist

part one

A Birthday For Kitten (fanfiction.net) - Hogwarts Duo albus/minerva G, 12k

Summary: The staff of Hogwarts decides to throw Minerva McGonagall a surprise birthday party. Albus asks her to dinner to get her out of the castle while they prepare...romance blooms and when they come back surprises await...

A Cup of Tea (fanfiction.net) - My Dear Professor McGonagall G, 3k

Summary: Minerva's birthday, a cauldron of Pepper-Up Potion, and a few cups of tea to improve the mood.

Autumn is a Time of Change (ao3) - wasureneba G, 2k

Summary: Minerva's birthday is 4 October. Although autumn is thought to be a time of death, it has always been a time of beginnings for Minerva.

Because It Is Bitter, and Because It Is My Heart (ao3) - Squibstress minerva/snape E, 34k

Summary: If war is hell, Severus Snape and Minerva McGonagall are in the Ninth Circle. During Snape's awful year as Headmaster, he and Professor McGonagall draw closer as they are forced into a desperate arrangement.

Fools Rush In (ao3) - Squibstress albus/minerva T, 12k

Summary: At nearly 100, Albus is surprised to find that he is, very improbably and most inconveniently, in love.

Growing Entanglements (ao3) - apricitydays minerva/pomona T, 200

Summary: Minerva has a crush. Pomona has something else.

Manual Transmission (ao3) - Ms_Anthrop minerva/snape E, 9k

Summary: Severus Snape was never one to lose a bet, but then, neither was Minerva McGongall...

"Are you willing to increase the wager?" she repeated, and he was startled to see that her emerald eyes gleamed with a cunning, predatory anticipation.

"That depends," he answered slowly, not above dragging it out a bit. "What are you offering?"

Masquerade (ao3) - FairyQueen (etoilecourageuse) G, 200

Summary: It had been quite a while since Minerva McGonagall had last attended a traditional Masquerade.

Minerva's Birthday Surprise (fanfiction.net) - kidarock G, 10k

Summary: UPDATED AND COMPLETED! Minerva is looking forward to her 70th birthday but it seems everybody has forgotten!Why are the staff acting so strange? How will Albus make it up to her?

Tatters (ao3) - aspionage T, 10k

Summary: In which Severus and Minerva pay a visit to Number Four Privet Drive. Takes place during chapter 14 of A Patchwork Family.

The Art of Self-Fashioning (ao3) - Lomonaaeren M, 283k

Summary: In a world where Neville is the Boy-Who-Lived, Harry still grows up with the Dursleys, but he learns to be more private about what matters to him. When McGonagall comes to give him his letter, she also unwittingly gives Harry both a new quest and a new passion: Transfiguration. But while Harry deliberately hides his growing skills, Minerva worries more and more about the mysterious, brilliant student writing to her who may be venturing into dangerous magical territory.

The Cat and the Parasol (ao3) - songquake minerva/sybill E, 8k

Summary: Sybill Trelawney adjusts to her appointment as Hogwarts’ Divination Professor.

The “Mrs. Clauses” (ao3) - Shanone minerva/poppy G, 591

Summary: Minerva has a holiday tradition to fulfill for her Gryffindor cubs. Poppy helps.

To Some a Gift (ao3) - kelly_chambliss minerva/snape M, 6k

Summary: After Voldemort's first defeat, Severus has a great deal to atone for. Minerva finds a way to help him.

Worth the Wait (ao3) - Kittenshift17 sirius/minerva E, 3k

Summary: *ONE-SHOT* Sirius Black had been trying to sweet talk his way into Minerva's knickers since before he'd had any business fancying girls, let alone fancying a witch like Minerva. Ten years, he'd been wanting to ravish the witch, and this year for her forty-fifth birthday, he might just get his wish.

Yellow and Gold (ao3) - sdk minerva/pomona G, 200

Summary: At a Halloween gathering for the professors at Hogwarts, Minerva has a hard time controlling her gaze.