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[potionpeddlerpatchy]

A potion for a potion.

Opens Friday, March 31st, at 2pm, Closes Friday, April 7th, at 8pm

It appears now that 600 of you patrons have decided to stay loyal to me and my little business, following me and enjoying my wares. And for that, I thank you truly. So, in light of such an achievement, I see it only fit to hold a small celebration; I even brewed a few special potions for the occasion.

However, for such rarities, as these potions are, I feel a trade is in order. If you wish to beholden yourself to a brew below, you must procure a potion yourself - to give forth to me a potion (fic) that you enjoyed greatly, whether it be made by your own hand or the hand of someone else - only then can you be given one in return.

If the terms are agreeable to you, then please share your wares; though you must act quickly, there are only a few of each potion in stock. And once they're gone, who knows when they'll be back.

So, do we have a deal?

Please Choose What Calls to You

Vial of Analogous and a Touch of Efflorescence:

Drink this, and it will tell you in whatever realm you reside in, the one who will be your true love and the flowers they will give to you (matchup + flower bouquet)

Bewitching Brew of Captivation:

Ever want to know how your love may be perceived? How it may look from day to day? The small gestures to the grand they showcase, and give, only to you? A small sip and you can know for sure. (self-ship headcanons)

Bottle of Diegesis:

Has this caught your eye, I am not surprised; many would like to know what romance, and situations, would be in store for them by the person who has captivated their heart; so why not sit and have some tea with me, it always tastes better with tea and a conversation on who you love most. (drabble of your first date with your fave)

Oh, and one other thing, there are multiple kinds, so please let me know which colour vial, and potion, you want: 

Gold - what kind of dates do you love to be on? Is there a dream date you wish to be on?

Silver - what kind of scenario do you see when meeting them for the first time?

Colours:

Rose - it will showcase to you that of your first date (fluff)

Sage - it will showcase to you how they will cheer you up (comfort)

Azure - it will showcase how things may not go as planned (angst)

Scarlet - it will showcase to you a night of salaciousness (smut)

Lavender - unsure what you wish to see, then trust in me and I shall showcase what your heart wishes to decern most.

I cannot wait to enjoy the gifts you will bring forth to me, dear traveler.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 293

Jason takes a deep breath. He takes a deep breath, in for ten seconds, out for eight, and just takes a minute before looking again. Nope, there’s still the strange quartet of orbs in the box of what should be stolen weapons (What, the government had enough, honestly) that gave his workers the heebie-jeebies. 

Which is not the vibe he gets from them. In fact, he’s actually kind of concerned with how much he has to beat the Pit back with how quickly it lurches to latch onto the… Well they’re not gems, and he’s a little wary about touching them at first, but the Pit does seem to settle when he does.

Alright, he can deal with this. It’s not like he has several heads in a duffel bag that needs to be delivered or a tiny assassin child back in his safehouse (Seriously Talia, why was he the preferred babysitter?) or an entire gang in Crime Alley to deal with. It’ll be fine. 

…

He would like to curse out his past self, because there’s now four babies in his safehouse that appeared to have fucking hatched from the orbs. Goddamnit. 

[summerscaries]

IWTV unholy family fic recs <3 (if you have more please send them to me, I'm desperate!!) (was inspired by @ldpdluvr posting a fic rec list to finally post the one I’ve had in my drafts!)

FAMILY CENTRIC / LOUSTAT CENTRIC / BOTH

montage of lost things by twocutlines 🔒(canon world-not compliant, M, 4/4, 15,360 words)

Maman by Gigi_Sinclair (canon world-not compliant, T, oneshot, 2017 words, Claudeleine centric)

Comme Il Faut by lesfleursrouges (canon world-compliant, E, oneshot, 4,049 words)

Parts of You in Me by Pileas (human!divorcees, T, one shot, 8,370 words)

drop off by prtyfears (human!divorcees, M, one shot, 16,322 words, +Claudeleine)

Fifth Avenue by ohofcourse (human!divorcees, E, 14 chapters, ongoing, +Claudeleine)

youngest, greenest, dearest by icedmango (human!divorcees, G, 3/3, 15,429 words)

In Sickness and in Health by Anonymous 🔒(human!divorcees, M, oneshot, 3,327 words, +Claudeleine)

i should be over all the butterflies by Amiteva3 (human!divorcees, N/A, chaptered, ongoing)

The Bug Collector by Megamarvelousnerd (human, N/A, oneshot, 777 words)

bmw baby. by hcneymooners (human, N/A, oneshot, 4,746 words)

cord of communion by themasterletters (human, M, 50/50, 145,053 words)

[extravagav]

Yk I never did truly recover from the sick fic chapter

[demonslayedher]

I finished posting the unabashedly educational Sword Fic.

It includes a detailed (but hopefully beginner-friendly) explanation of all the steps of making a Nichirin blade from a sunny mountain like Mt. Youkou, a touch of swordsmith and metalworker folk lore (including demons), meta about what must make Kimetsu no Yaiba's swordsmithing methods different from real life methods, some character exploration for Haganezuka and his polishing method, vocabulary and additional resources in the chapter notes, and hopefully, an endearing, silly POV character to learn this all through.

[sacriou]

HIIII I've been kinda anxious to request something but if it's not tooooo much ... Layton visiting Monte D'or and polycule shenanigans ensues. I don't know how to phrase it, I just know I want to see Layton bombarded with love ....

When I saw this one I cheered. Anyways I have lots of thoughts about them I’ll ramble in the tags

[orangewsunglasses]

he had to use the toy scooter he bought for aya to get to work

pls don't might the art style changes i'm going through it

[shiongenkai]

Absolutely losing it imagining Haru flirting with Ed in his own Haru way and Ed responding in his own Ed way only for Towa to materialize behind them with the steel chair labelled 'For that old bastard's knees'. Just unparalleled potential hidden in there

[spotaus]

The Maskmaker (New Age AU Drabble)

Hiiiii. So, this isn't very long and doesn't do Nightmare or N enough justice, but I wrote this a while ago and my lovely pals looked at me w/ big ol' eyes on my post about posting it, sooooo!!! Here it is!!

This is shortly after Night's coronation and follows Ancha's drabble regarding Ccino + his remaining by Night's side!

   These halls. They were cold. Colder than the rest of the castle.

   Nightmare only knew, thanks to the gentle puff of steam left by his shallow breaths as he stepped down the corridor. The dark, long, corridor.

   He couldn't feel it. No. His sense of warmth and cold had faded almost instantly after eating the apple. The nervous chill in his core had been replaced with a luke-warm air. Like a puddle left after a summer rain. The chill couldn't reach him.

   Still, he wore his cloak. One which Ccino had tailored not a week ago because he feared Nightmare would feel bare without it. His old one used to keep him warm. Ccino was right, of course. Purposeless or not, the new heavy fabric kept him centered. Covered the restless twitching of his tendrils as he spoke with the few he could bring himself to communicate with since the incident.

  

   Now, it's bottom hem was suspended away from the old floors, just barely, by his extra limbs.

   His steps were silent, he wasn't sure when that had begun, but he imagined in this darkness no one would know he was there at all until the Cyan of his eyelight was turned upon them.

   He approached the door. Finally reaching the ornate, carved surface he'd visited only once before. When he and Dream were young. Nim had ordered them to come alone and let the mask-maker measure them. So they'd know when time came for them to commission their own masks. They didn't have to come down, the mask-maker already knew their measurements. They always did.

   His knuckles hovered away from the door. With its carving of that tree, swirling and dancing in the low light his eyelight provided. This space held more lingering emotions than he'd expected. His hand trembled a bit.

   No. He couldn't chicken out. He couldn't go crying, this was important to him. It was his right. It was... the least he could do.

   His fist connected with the door, twice, steadily. The loud sound echoed into the space behind him, and he stood. Prepared to face heckling and anger abd fear, for he wasn't sure the mask maker even knew of his rise to the throne. He hadn't been there, after all. At the ceremony.

   The door swung inward, and... Nightmare found hinself staring down at a monster.

   This monster... was not the one whom he remembered.

   Before, when he was young, he recalled a large, imposing monster. Heavy clay hands that held the pristine masks so carefully. Kind eyes which skimmed sorrowful past him, and handed him that lovingly carved owl mask. The one made simply out of dark wood.

   Now, the monster stood before him, leaning in the doorframe, was not that monster. This one was slightly shorter than him, stocky in the shoulders, and bundled in layers of cloaks and gloves. Their face hid behind the mask of some sort of rabbit, bright, burning lights behind the eye-holes were a soft lavender and blue. Only a lashing tail gave away their species. A skeleton varient.

   "Mask-maker." He greeted, composure renewed.

   The monster blinked, before they widened the door a bit more. A wave of amusement and excitement washed over Nightmare, and he thought he might be sick from just how potent it was.

   "Ah, my King!" They exclaimed, and Nightmare could almost hear the smile in their tone. "I wasn't expecting you so soon after your whole coronation, come in!"

   They darted away from the door, allowing Nightmare to see past them. The room beyond was as he remembered. The large sets of work-benches, suspended candles, piles upon piles of wood. Masks lined every inch of the walls, though now he could see newer ones piling up along shelves and along the stations.

   The monster seemed to round to a large chair, much too oversized for them, and plop down into it. Nightmare drifted inside, closing the door behind him carefully.

   "You royals only come down to see me for masks, that is my job though," They mused. "Or, well, that's what my mentor always said."

   Nightmare drew closer to the opposite side of the table which now separated them. He could see the messy, amalgamated surface of a partially-completed work laying between them. The wood mangled and frayed not unlike torn flesh.

   "I must ask," He knew he had other business and little time, but, "Who are you, mask maker? My mother never mentioned a change in position."

   It would be just his luck that a fraud would be hidden here in the depths. Though, the emotions were simply so delighted. They swirled about, as though every flick of their tail sent another ripple through the air.

   A giggle erupted from behind their mask.

   "Oh, I think I like you already, my king!" They said happily, "Mask-makers have never been asked such a thing by the royals! We have always been known to retire and pass on the mantel without care from you folks."

   They divulged the information so easily, but Nightmare didn't recieve the answer he had asked for. It took a few more breaths before they spoke again.

   "My name is N, my King. Call me as you see fit, I change as easily as replacing my mask." They finally admitted. "King Nim visited me once, two years ago, only to inform me her prince may quickly approach after his coronation. Though, I'm sure you're not the one she meant?"

   Nightmare withheld the hiss which desperately wanted to bubble up in his throat. His tendrils whipped about in frustration. Guilt. Of course they were expecting Dream. He'd figured as much.

   "No matter. I am here to serve my king, and that king is you, my good sir." They dipped their head a bit, "So, what is it you'd like me to carve? A noble wolf? A regal ibis? Something fitting a consort or-"

   "None of that." Nightmare cut them off, his good socket narrowing in disgust. The thought made his stomach churn.

   He thought he'd have to wait for her to speak up again, but found they had quieted and were seemingly awaiting information.

   "My... head of house. Recently promoted as of my ascension." He said, slower. He wouldn't get worked up again, "He deserves only the best, and I know you understand this well."

   N seemed to smile beneath the mask again, their eyelights hidden in thin crescent slits.

   "Describe away, my king!" They exclaimed, reaching out for a scrap of paper.

   Nightmare remembered how he'd been taught. To describe the mask with intention. Feelings and thoughts tucked away into each and every word. Those were supposed to be insightful for the mask-maker. To guide their hand as they carved.

   "This mask. I would like it to be the Visage of a cat. Well-kept, clean, orderly." He spoke, gently, drawing his eye away from the table and to the plain floor were nothing would influence his thought. "A kind face, soft. Trustworthy and bold. Clever. Warm."

   Nightmare wasn't sure what came over him. Descriptions and feelings tumbled from his jaws for what felt like ages. By the time he finished, his throat was raw with emotion. His hands clutched the inside of his cloak like a life-line.

   It was the tapping of N's charcoal stick to her desk which alerted Nightmare. Made his eyelight snap back up to her position.

   Though, she'd already put her sketch down and was up and across the room. Tugging at her piles and piles of enchanted and imported woods. For being a stationary monster, they had strength to move the wood with ease.

   "You've given me the perfect working material, my King! This mask should be done in four-days time." They assured him, not turning around.

   Their emotions read as elation now. A pure, unadulterated joy at the... the way Nightmare had described his mask? He could only imagine his magic intent had something to do with it. Ccino would, hopefully, understand.

   Oh!

   "The mask. You are aware who it is for?" He questioned.

   N hummed, before popping away from the stack of wood with a nice chunk of white-ish wood. It reminded Nightmare of cooked fish flesh, a pristine off-white with an intricate pattern.

  

   "I can only imagine it's that guy? Ccino? Good for him with the promotion, by the way. I'm sure he had his fair share of struggles to get there." N replied.

   Nightmare gave a minute nod. He hated that he had a heavy suspicion as to why N already knew Ccino by name. Nefarious plans set by his mother yet again. Bastard woman.

   He debated staying longer. Watching N strip the bark away or making smalltalk.

   In the end, it was better to leave. His hands were still shaking and his gut felt like it'd spill if he felt one more overwhelming emotion from the craftsman he was standing with. So, he bid them a farewell, promised to return in four days time, and exited from that heavy wooden door.

   The trip would be worth it so long as N delivered. And she would.

[cuddlebugmonster]

Hi can I offer you a baby Lou

He's a cutie! Just a lil guy! He also loves cuddles

Hello there !!!!!! what an absolute cutiepie !!!!!! Just a little guy <3<3<3<3 I hope he’s ok with meeting his half sister from another universe !! Pyonpyon also loves cuddles and especially cute babies <3<3<3

[moeblob]

Ananza realizing that Deacon's mom was a devoted follower of hers THEREFORE that's her son now, too! And she will dote on him and love him and never pick on him like all the other deities tend to do. That's her precious little boy who lives in another city and rarely gets to see her!

[inamindfarfaraway]

How Hermes talks about Luke to others: (the most adoring, protective, forgiving father you've ever met, full of praise and admiration, refuses to give up on him no matter what crimes he commits, defends him to the heroes and begs them to show him mercy, utterly crushed by regret for his own failures)

How Hermes talks to Luke:

[katierosefun]

.. . . . just realized that joan watson named her son arthur . . . . like....like sir arthur conan doyle? like the man who wrote the sherlock holmes stories?

[daisywords]

long distance relationship would be so much easier if most of the rest of my relationships weren't also long distance

[deva-arts]

I have a ladybug in my room that made it in to find shelter for the winter. It's been flitting around on my windowsills, and every once in a while I see it pop up again. It's been here for a few days so I think we're roommates at this point... I wouldn't know, I haven't asked it yet.

Today I placed a droplet of water in front of it. It practically scampered over and has been drinking for the last five minutes. I hope it understands I offer free refills.

[persephoneflouwers]

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