#spellbook saturday

[nailsofvecna]

Most wizards guard the contents of their spellbooks with paranoid zeal, and for good reason. Knowing what a rival spellcaster has in their armoury yields a massive advantage, should you ever need to fight them. Forewarned is forearmed, as they say!

[fattocatto-wizard]

I have 46 spells in my spellbook.

How many do y’all have?

Have a Magical Spellbook Saturday!

[spicyspiders]

before you know it, it's done

Ghost x male reader smut. AU where Ghost is a demon and the reader summons him because the spell said he would get three wishes. Warnings for smut and unprotected sex. I wanted to have this posted on my birthday on Saturday, but I was too busy.

It was surprisingly easy to find the spellbook you needed. The hardest part was picking out the chalk color you required. It didn’t say on the page so you wondered what color to pick. Would the demon want a neutral white color, or would it appreciate something more colorful?

“I’ve never seen that color before,” the demon says when it first appears. The color of his magic matched the color of the chalk you chose to use, a vibrant red color that stood out against the hardwood flooring of your bedroom. 

“It was one of the cheapest I could find,” you said in awe, looking up at the demon that stood before you. It stood tall on long legs that led up to a broad chest. On both sides of its chest were two muscular arms that led up to two broad shoulders. On its head was a mask that covered the entirety of its face, and on top was the face of a human skull. 

“It’s not real,” the demon said. 

You rose slowly onto your feet from where you had kneeled to cast the spell, “party city?”

“Excuse me?” The demon asked back. 

You shook your head, “nothing. So,” you said after a moment of staring at him, “do I get-”

“Your wishes?” The demon asked cutting you off, “you humans are so predictable,” the demon waved a hand dismissively in your direction. To your surprise, he stepped over the circle of chalk, past the runes you spent nearly an hour perfecting.

“How did-” you started to ask, but the demon cut you off again.

“Not bad for a beginner, but there are gaps in the binding circle,” the demon responded. It stepped past you and went for your bed and sat down. “I’ll give you your wishes, but there are rules.”

“Rules?”

“First: no wishing for more wishes,” the demon said angrily, “I fucking hate it when you try to do that. Second: I’m not raising the dead, nor am I killing anyone. Third-”

This time, you were the one to cut him off, “I just need my car fixed.”

This made the demon pause before busting out laughing, “your car, that’s it?” It asked after wiping a tear from its eye. 

“Yes? I mean, if I only get one wish, I’ll just wish for more money to fix my car and for the future if it breaks down again.”

“I’ll give you three.”

“Three?” You asked in disbelief, “is that the normal number you give people?”

“No, but you made a good first impression,” the demon looked over at the circle, “I like the color, it has me feeling,” he looked off, searching for the word, “generous.”

“Will my wishes be a trick? Like I’ll ask for something and end up getting something completely unrelated?”

The demon rolled its eyes, “that’s just a dumb stereotype you humans made up. If I wanted to trick you, I already would have. Plus, I can’t stand hearing you all bitch. You just need to be specific.”

You nodded, “how will I know if I’m being specific enough?”

“You’ll just have to find out,” the demon smirked. It pushed off your bed and stepped up into your personal space, “I could help make sure, you just have to let me in,” it said, face hovering close to yours. 

“How?” You whispered. 

“Just think of what you want,” the demon raised a hand and placed it on your temple. “There we go,” it said softly. Through the mask, its eyes flashed a bright color, nearly as bright as the chalk on your floor. 

The demon’s fingers were hot on your face, making it hard to keep your thoughts focused on what you wanted. A thud in the direction of your dresser pulled your attention away, and the demon chuckled lightly as you jumped at the noise. 

“But,” you stepped up to the pile of cash neatly stacked up, “I needed my car fixed,” you turned to face the demon. 

“It is fixed.”

“I used two wishes?” You asked in a disappointed voice. 

The demon waved a hand through the air, “two for one special.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, “why?”

The demon ignored your question, instead, a slow smile stretched across its mouth, pulling at the fabric on top. It made you feel uneasy, “you had a hard time controlling your thoughts just now.”

“Sorry I’m having a hard time keeping my thoughts straight,” you grumbled, “this is all pretty new to me.”

The demon raised its hands out in surrender, “I’m not complaining. I was a man like you once, you know. I had my urges,” he finished in a low voice. 

You ignored the hot wave that ran through your body at the last word, “how long have you been in this… profession?”

He let out a laugh, “a long time now.”

“What’s your name?”

He rolled his eyes, “going to try and look me up on one of those apps you humans use?”

“No,” you answered too quickly to be convincing. 

He let out another chuckle and sat back down on your bed, “my name is Simon, though I do like the name Ghost.” He pulled your wallet out from seemingly nowhere, “and yours is,” he filled open the leather to fish out your license. 

“Hey! How’d you get that?” 

“It was right there,” Simon said, tossing your wallet back onto your bedside table. 

“Do I have to use my other wishes now?”

“No. All you have to do is call on me.”

“You have a cell phone?” You asked in disbelief. 

Simon let out another laugh. You liked his laugh and how smoky it sounded, “like with your first wish, you just have to think about me and I’ll show up,” he stood up and gave a dramatic bow and with that, he was gone in a bright glimmer of magic. 

-

The next time you called on Simon was an accident. He didn’t pop in with a flash of magic like how he had left, so it was dark in your room. The darkness was the perfect opportunity to catch you off guard. 

Your eyes had long adjusted to the dark of your room, so it was easy to pick up Simon’s. Simon’s eyes were reflective in the darkness, like an animal. 

You gave an upstroke to your hard cock, your eyes opening slowly as warm pleasure spread through your body. You jumped when you noticed his presence and quickly moved to cover yourself up. 

“You don’t have to stop on my account,” Simon purred. “Did you call me here because you need lube? Wouldn’t be the first time that’s happened.”

“No,” you whispered. Your heart hammered in your chest, ringing loudly in your ears. 

“No?” Simon parroted, “you were just thinking about me?”

“I didn’t mean to,” you wished that the covers you pulled over your body would swallow you whole. Maybe that would be your next wish. You tried ignoring the way that your still-hard cock twitched when Simon stepped up to your bed. 

“I’m not angry,” Simon got on top of your body, his legs spreading to accommodate the space that your legs took up. He grabbed one of your trembling hands that rested on your chest and brought it down to his groin, “does that feel like I’m angry?”

The bulge under your fingers felt warm and heavy through the fabric of the pants Simon wore. “Oh,” you breathed and ran your hands across the fabric. 

“What were you thinking about?” Simon asked, he leaned down to bring his face close to yours, close enough to feel the puffs of his breath, but far enough to where your lips weren’t pressed together. 

You tried to lean up and close the distance, but Ghost pulled away, but he did lean down so he could press his lips to your cheek and then leaned over so he could whisper in your ear, “won’t you tell me? Please?”

“You. And what you look like under these clothes,” you managed to get out. Your fingers tightened by a small measure, feeling how his bulge continued to grow under them. 

“Good boy,” Simon responded. The second his words were out, you suddenly felt cold. Your clothes were gone and it only took a few seconds for your nipples to harden to match the state of your cock.

“Where did my clothes go?” And my blanket-” Simon stops your questions by swooping down and finally bringing your lips together. 

“That is really what you are worried about now?” Simon asked after he pulled away. 

“That comforter was expensive,” you responded with a pout. 

Simon leaned back down to kiss you until your pout was nothing but a memory. He nipped at your bottom lip, taking the flesh with him when he pulled back. 

Your eyes opened when he freed your lip from his teeth and like you, Simon was now naked. Clothes, balaclava, and all.

“I’ll give you whatever you desire after I fuck you,” Simon said, his words full of promise. The area of your room where you had drawn the runes to summon him glowed, its light spreading throughout your room and allowing you to see Simon in all his naked glory. 

Your attention was soon taken away when his hand made its way between your legs, his fingers going past your hard cock to go lower. You did, however, watch as his pec flexed as his hand moved. It finally ended up at your hole, his fingers already wet. 

“You already had lube?”

Simon smirked and ran a slick finger around your hole, “not exactly,” he answered. When you tried to open your mouth to question him, he pressed his lips to yours. He swallowed the noises you made when his tongue pressed inside your mouth, and like his slick tongue, his slick finger was making its way inside. 

He wouldn’t let you focus on trying to question him, his movements were deliberate in getting you ready. Your hands find purchase on his shoulders after running your hands up his big chest. Your hands squeeze at the hot skin as you try your best to quickly get used to the burn of his second finger making its way in.  

Simon’s fingers get wetter inside your body as he watches your face closely. It’s a new sensation, one that makes your cock twitch and let out a glob of precome. 

“You’re getting so wet for me,” Simon observes in a low voice. “Down here,” he holds himself up on his knees so he can use his other hand to skim his fingers over the head of your cock, “and down here.” He emphasizes his point by coating the inside of your hole with his fingers. A third joins the second, and they make fast work in pressing against your prostate. 

You’re hit with spikes of pleasure as his fingers press over the sensitive bundle of nerves. “Please,” you moan, not even sure what you’re asking for. You must send flashes of your thoughts of what you want to Simon because his fingers pull out and are replaced by the thick head of his cock. The head of it is wet, and you guess he used whatever he did on his fingers. You both groan as he teases you by rubbing the head against your entrance, smearing the wetness around. 

“I know, darling,” Simon whispers. He presses soft kisses to the heated, sweaty skin of your face as he slowly thrusts his cock inside. 

You wrap your legs around his waist, making it all the easier for his cock to find its way inside. You both let out a breath for he finally bottoms out, his balls pressing against your ass. 

Simon holds himself up on his strong arms when he pulls out after you’ve adjusted. He pulls out just as slow as he had initially gone in only to go right back in when the head presses against your hole. 

Like his fingers, his cock makes quick work of finding the bundle of nerves Simon’s fingers were just against. His cock is like a hot brand, carving out space every time he thrusts in. The feeling of it burns. One that burned with pain when it initially began, but soon was overtaken by pleasure. 

His cock makes you feel like you’re burning from the inside out. A feeling that begins in your groin as his cock finds your prostate over and over only to spread through the rest of your body. The heat makes your body sweat, making it difficult to keep your legs wrapped around his waist. 

“I’ve got you,” Simon murmurs before wrapping both hands around your waist. You let your legs relax, but still, keep them around his hips. The angle Simon holds your hips up at makes his cock go deeper, making you feel full. 

Simon brings his chest to yours so he can get his face close enough to kiss you. It’s wet and messy with a mash of lips, teeth, and tongue. Simon doesn’t go far when it’s over as he presses his face into the side of your neck. You hold his head in place by burying a hand in his hair as he begins to nip and kiss your neck.

Your orgasm sneaks up on you, accompanied by the prickle of pain caused by his teeth on your neck. You let out moans that bounce off the walls of your bedroom, filling up the space. Filling up the space is also the glow of the runes, burning bright as Simon chases after his orgasm. 

You watch with half-lidded eyes as Simon comes with a long groan. The runes blaze as he comes deep inside you. The color casts a halo around Simon’s body, nearly silhouetting him. He looks like an angel, a thought that nearly pulls a hysterical laugh from your chest. 

The colors grow dimmer when Simon quiets down as he comes down from his orgasm. Your legs fall from his hips and as they come down, so does Simon. He wraps his arms around you and encases your body in his sweaty weight. 

Exhaustion hits you soon after and your eyes grow heavy. Your thoughts go to Simon right before you fall asleep, wondering if he’ll still be on top of you when you wake up. You fall asleep to the feeling of his arms tightening around your body and a pair of lips pressing a kiss to your neck.   

[nonotnolan]

Rookie Mistake

“Yeah, I realized the other day that, like... I’ve spent the last five Sunday afternoons, like, completely blacked out,” he said, rubbing his hands as he spoke.  Dave, our next door neighbor, was telling my mother why he didn’t host his normal Saturday night party yesterday.  I had to admit I was not expecting that answer.  “I didn’t even think I had been drinking that much, but like... why else would that happen, y’know?"

Well, I knew exactly why he had been blacked out the past five Sundays-- I’d been using the spellbook I found in the attic to slip into his smoking hot body.  Look at his chest, can you blame me?  Dude has shoulders for days.  I’d hop into his body when my mom and her husband went out on their date night, and then I would download Grindr to score a few casual hookups with some eager twinks.  Being home from college over the summer sucked, and Dave’s body helped make it suck less.  It was a victimless crime-- or so I had thought.  

Honestly, I hadn’t even thought about what Dave would remember whenever I hopped into his body.  Total rookie mistake, but it could have been a lot worse.  As long as I stayed out of his body, his blackouts would stop, and no one would be any the wiser.  Dave excused himself and went back inside his house, while Mom and I finished up bringing the groceries inside.  Hopefully I didn’t look too guilty.

I took the spellbook down off my shelf, and pulled up Google translate again-- the damn thing was written in Latin.  The good news is that all of the spells were illustrated, so it was usually pretty clear what each spell would do.  The bad news is that a lot of the rules were written in small, cursive handwriting that the computer couldn’t read when photographed.  I was making decent headway translating word by word, but it was... tedious, to say the least.  Can you blame me for getting impatient?

The astral form spell I’d been using to possess Dave hadn’t said anything about memory loss, but I had also stopped translating after three paragraphs.  I’d already learned the important pieces, or so I had thought.  You can’t travel more than a quarter mile away from your body without risking permanent separation, your astral form could be blocked by wards or captured by soul snares, whatever the hell those were... and then the spell started talking about how it was really good for spying on your enemies.  Wouldn’t something like target memory loss be important enough to mention earlier?  I was livid, but it was ultimately my mistake for using a spell that I hadn’t fully translated.

I’d only made it through another half-paragraph before I got interrupted by a knock on my door.  “Sweetie, I just wanted to let you know that it’s just me going out tonight,” Mom said.  “Henry isn’t feeling well, so he’s going to stay behind and rest up, okay?  I know I don’t have to worry about you staying quiet for him while he sleeps.  See you tonight!”

I could scarcely maintain my excitement as I waited for the sound of my mother locking the front door.  Henry, my step-father, was a delicious otter of a man.  I hadn’t even considered the thought of taking over his body, but how could I resist an opportunity handed to me on such a silver platter?  And if he was planning on sleeping anyway, the memory loss issue didn’t matter!  Translating the rest of the spell could wait, I needed to seize this opportunity before it slipped away.  I made sure to clear off my bed, and position myself in a neutral posture before casting the spell-- the first time I used the spell and returned to my body, the crick in my neck took three days to fully heal.  Once my astral form had separated itself from my body, I flew as fast as I could to Henry’s sleeping form.

After all... just look at this man.  Henry is... he’s like gay candy.  Any time the three of us go out together, I don’t think he realizes how many skinny dudes can’t look away from him.  And for the next few hours, that would be me.  God, it was such a rush to think about that.  Can you blame me for getting excited?  Aside from the occasional dress pant, Henry never really wore anything that would display his bulge, so I wasn’t sure what sort of equipment I would be working with, but... now that it was in my hands, I was not disappointed.  So that was a ten minute detour.  I’m only human, after all.

My next order of business was to take some raunchy selfies and send them to my phone for some, uhh... future me time.  The problem was that the only rooms in the house with good lighting were also the rooms where Mom had already redecorated Henry’s house with floral wallpaper.  Seeing that in the background was just a total boner kill.  I’d have to use my room for photos.  I try to avoid seeing my lifeless body whenever I can-- it’s kind of unsettling-- but in this case, it was worth the discomfort.

I figured Henry’s strength would be more than enough to carry my body down to the living room couch, only... when I opened my door, the bed was empty.  The pit of my stomach sank to the floor as I stared at the impression in my bed sheets, the only remaining sign that my body had previously been resting there.  I started taking deep breaths, running my hands across my new chest fur as I tried to calm down.  If the astral form spell was going to cause my body to disappear, it would have happened before today.  The first step was probably to search the rest of the house, just in case anything else had been displaced.

I found my body outside, shirtless, smoking a cigarette on the patio.  He had to have heard me-- I certainly wasn’t quiet as I flung upon the back door-- but he didn’t even bother to look up at me.

“Who are you, and what are you doing in my body?” I said, trying to puff out Henry’s chest for maximum intimidation.

My body responded by blowing a cloud of smoke into my face.  “Get over yourself,” he said, taking another long drag.  “You grabbed my spellbook out of my attic, turned the next door neighbor into a meat suit, and now you have the gall to pretend that you’re the victim here?”

I tried to think of some sort of witty comeback, but my brain had completely frozen up.  “I... Henry?  Is that you in there?  What are you doing?”

“Watching you fall for the world’s most obvious trap,” he said, lording over me with a smug grin on his face.  He had me dead to rights, and we both knew it.  “Your mother hadn’t even finished pulling out of the driveway, and your horny ass was already trying to take over my body.  Good thing I had already started my own astral form before she left.  Mind you, I have ways of keeping unwanted spirits out of my body... but then we wouldn’t be having this delightful conversation, would we?

“Consider yourself busted,” he said, snuffing out the cigarette on the patio table.  “You’re going to spend the night here, pretending to be me while keeping to yourself under the guise of feeling sick.  I’m going to take your body out for a joyride tonight, same as you did to Dave.  We’ll switch back in the morning.  No funny business, or you’ll learn first hand why I no longer need to use a spellbook to cast magic.”

“Y-yes, sir,” I said, nodding my head.  Seeing Henry inside of my lanky body with his arms crossed, it looked catty rather than intimidating.  All the same, I was not about to try and mess with him any further.  Better to take the L here.  “Hey, uhh... after tonight’s punishment... do you... do you think you could teach me how to use that spellbook?”

Henry paused, sizing me up and down with his eyes before speaking.  “Me, teaching you?  After a rookie mistake like this?  Not on your life.”

[brokehorrorfan]

Elvira: Mistress of the Dark will be released on 4K Ultra HD on November 12 via Arrow Video. Sara Deck designed the cover art for the 1988 horror-comedy; the original poster is on the reverse side.

Cassandra Peterson stars as her horror hostess alter ego and co-wrote the script with Sam Egan (The Outer Limits) and John Paragon (Pee-wee’s Playhouse). James Signorelli (Saturday Night Live) directs. W. Morgan Sheppard, Daniel Greene, Jeff Conaway, Susan Kellermann, and Edie McClurg round out the cast.

Elvira: Mistress of the Dark has been newly restored in 4K with Dolby Vision and uncompressed stereo 2.0 audio. Special features are listed below, where you can also see more of the packaging.

Special features:

Introduction by director James Signorelli

Audio commentary with actors Cassandra Peterson and Edie McClurg and writer John Paragon

Audio commentary with director James Signorelli, moderated by horror journalist Tony Timpone

Audio commentary with Elvira webmaster Patterson Lundquist

Too Macabre: The Making of Elvira: Mistress of the Dark – Feature-length making-of documentary with cast and crew

Recipe for Terror: The Creation of the Pot Monster

Original storyboards

Image galleries 

Theatrical trailer

Teaser trailer

Booklet with writing on the film by Sam Irving, Kat Ellinger, and Patterson Lundquist

Having just quit her job as a Los Angeles TV horror hostess, Elvira receives the unexpected news that she’s set to inherit part of her great aunt Morgana’s estate. Arriving in the small town of Fallwell, Massachusetts to claim her inheritance, Elvira receives a less than enthusiastic reception from the conservative locals – amongst them, her sinister uncle Vincent, who, unbeknownst to Elvira, is in fact an evil warlock secretly scheming to steal the old family spellbook for his own nefarious ends…

Pre-order Elvira: Mistress of the Dark.

[arzuera]

Who Wrote That?!

Hello! This is a Host and Player's guide on how to play 'Who Wrote That?!', a writing game for all ages! What is 'Who Wrote That?'? It's a game played with a minimum of 4 players or more. The players submit excerpts based on a prompt to the host and then have to guess who wrote what when the host releases them later. Whoever has the most points at the end is the winner!

Rules for Players

If there is one, please read the 'Do Not' list that any host gives you. This ensures that everyone has fun and no one is secluded because someone wrote something that triggered them.

2. Write an excerpt based on the prompt in the given timeframe. If you need an extension, ask the Host! More than likely, they will work with you. After all, the more the merrier.

3. Try to keep to the word limit, if there is one. Writing too much could out you just as much as writing too little. If you feel that your excerpt may be too long or too short, ask the Host if you may need to edit.

4. HAVE FUN! You can keep any writing that is too long and post it later or even continue the story if you wish! Odds are the plotbunnies will have made themselves home anyway :D

How to Host

Hosting is just as fun as playing! You get to read all the lovely juicy fun words and then see everyone gush and lament on the excerpts and their choices between submissions! The Host is the person/people who organize the rounds and keep track of the points. They also are the ones who post the excerpts for the players to read during guessing time and post the reveals round by round after voting is closed. It can seem daunting but it's a lot of fun!

There are two ways to play: A long game and a short game.

On average, a long game is considered a word limit of 1k or higher with a short game being about one paragraph or 300-400 words. Your game length will vary on the number of players and how long the excerpts are.

First, as the Host, pick or come up with a prompt. Try and find one or make it, open-ended so that the authors can really make the prompt their own! For example:

Danny gets trapped in a spellbook. He binds himself to whoever touches him next. The only way to release the bind is by either freeing Danny or doing so many things the book says (which the book is blank and Danny can control what is in it). Shenanigans

Also here is the Tumblr post source: Prompt Source

This is the first game we played! Its short but vague enough for the players to go off on their own interpretations.

Second, figure out the timeframe that works as best for you as it does with everyone else. Unfortunately due to timezones, you may not be able to have everyone online for the live voting or reveals. But that can be remedied a bit by giving time for people to be there.

A long game normally goes Tuesday-Friday for prompt submissions, Saturday is dedicated to voting, and Sunday will be the reveal!

Short games can do the same as above but maybe at hour intervals instead. 2-3 hours for submissions, an hour for voting, then reveal! Third, once you have your prompt and time frame, now it's time to let players know! Make a post or @ your friends so that they can play!

Fourth, collect all of the submissions in a Google doc and then organize the submissions by round order. That way you aren't digging for a prompt through Discord messages or google docs. It's all ready to go!

Fifth, when you have all of your submissions, it's time to make a Google form! Make an assessment and create as many questions as there are rounds with the players' names as the answers. Make sure to turn off 'shuffle option order'

Because this will move all the answers around and that is unnecessarily confusing.

Next go to settings and make it a quiz! But turn the other options off

Turning off missed questions, correct answers and point values makes it so the players don't see what they got after they submit their answers. They won't know until you reveal it all at the end! Now all you have to do is wait for voting time!

Sixth, Now it's time for the players to vote and they get to gush over what they are reading while chaos begins. Post the excerpts at hour intervals to give the players a chance to discuss among themselves. This is where they will try to throw the other off the scent of their work or try sus out the author. It's a lot of fun to watch :3

Lastly, reveals. Once voting is done, you can go into the Google form and see how everyone did! Calculate the points and figure out if you have a winner! When you have the points calculated, release the results of Who Wrote That one round at a time. Reveal who the author of that excerpt was along with who all got it right! Continue this by giving some time between results so the players can tease each other until all of the reveals are done and you announce the winner!

Congrats! You just hosted a game of Who Wrote That?! ! :3

Disclaimer: Google docs is mainly mentioned because most of the games have been running via co-hosting. With google docs, we can share the excerpts that both of us have gotten easily to one another. However, if you are hosting on your own, then any doc program should work just fine.

[shewolfofvilnius]

New Tav/Rolan Fic

Finding Each Other. Finding Themselves.

(edit: Chapter 3 now up!. Planned update schedule is Wednesday/Saturday. A Lia/Gale fic set in the same world state updates Tuesday/Friday. I have a lot of time to write right now).

I will likely not be plugging EVERY chapter on Tumblr this time around, but FYI the first two chapters of my Tav/Rolan fic are now up

In Chapters One and Two, we flashback to Elturel ca. 1781, where a then-thirteeen year old Tav's family - traveling bards - are nearing the end of their residency in Elturel. Cal and Lia are the closest things Tav have known to friends, and when Tav notices Lia about to take on bullies 4 to 1, decides to even the odds slightly without her friend knowing.

Together they return two of the most important things in Rolan's life, his spellbook and an heirloom belonging to his mother, and Tav says goodbye to Rolan in the most memorable way possible - a first kiss.

The third chapter of the fic will cover the years of Tav's life between Elturel and the Nautiloid, with life being particularly unkind, at times due to Tav's own fault. Chapter four picking up game events somewhat loosely and sees her finding the trio and starting her road to resurrection. The last third of the story will be events before and up to the epilogue.

This is set in the same universe as my OTHER fic, Wild Magic (a Lia/Gale adventure) with the same Tav (Tav[aria]) and same hard-headed Rolan. It was actually supposed to be a spinoff of the Tav/Rolan fic but I liked the idea so much I started writing it first. I MAY plant a few breadcrumns regarding Gale and Lia but am largely leaving them in the future (and WILL sprinkle in a detail or two about the Cal/Lae'zel stuff in Act 3 I allude to in the other fic)

I'll post links to new chapters on AO3 when major plot beats happen. This is mainly a somewhat romantic story fic (I'm not really good at writing smut) but this isn't Disney either, there WILL be a rekindled romance later.

[traderdales]

you did a good one for this last time so... evocation!!

evocation - class swap! change all (or some) of the pcs classes around to something else. explain your reasoning.

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A good old fashioned class swap for my good old fashioned audience. Easy enough, but I'll try to think up some extra wacky combinations this time. Actually, let's go one step further and think up some new subclasses too!

Eiwn I'm thinking that some of her affinity for special plants and summoning her animal steed might mean she could fit well as a Druid. On top of that, she is named after a mushroom... How about we give her some fun flavor with the Circle of Spores Druid? She'll get some fun necrotic abilities and have a sort of undead vibe going for her, and I feel like she'd lean into that HARD.

Ma'el Guys, I swear I'm really funny for this right... no but hear me out: Blood Hunter Order of the Lycan... EVERYONE STOP I HEAR YOU ALL SAYING LESTER is he not enough of a DOG for you already. Well point number one: him being an actual werewolf would be really funny for the bit. Point number two: I looked into it and there's technically nothing stopping you from using Shifter features and Lycan features at the same time. That means not only can you be a werewolf, you can be an even beastlier fucking werewolf so I am begging you all to hear me out.

RD The Adversary, Destroyer of Everyone, Angel of the Endless Night, Great Beast That is Called Dragon, Prince of Another World, Father of Claws, Spawn of Metrilun, and Lord of the Moon... RD [Neil Gaiman, what are you doing in my post?]. I'm actually being very silly with this and going in an entirely different direction for Red. Imagine her as an Armorer Artificer. Their metallic body could become something that they're able to control and give cool abilities to, adaptable to killing but also being sneaky. It'd be really different to what he does now while still building off of their pre-existing flavour.

Miym Had a harder time thinking of something for her at first, but something ended up being a perfect fit in my opinion: Order of Scribes Wizard! Wizards carry around spellbooks all the time, and the Order of Scribes lets you add a smidge of sentience to that book. Miym is always using her notebook to communicate with other, so leveling it up sounds like something really cool! (Plus she gets to fling a shit ton of spells because she deserves it).

Pall'or Everybody's favourite doctor (if you don't ask for Lily's opinion). So doctor's swear an oath right? I'm not going to google that, but I'm pretty sure they do. Whatever the oath is, I don't think this mfer is following it, Oathbreaker Paladin baby. He'd still have access to some healing abilities as a paladin, even immunity to disease! However he gets to add on a little bit of freakness which I think he deserves!

Alastrelle Last but not least, purple elf. Given recent events that have altered their powers in unexpected ways, I think a fun new thing for Alastrelle would be Shadow Magic Sorcerer. They've already flavoured most of their starry powers to have a shadowy vibe instead, so imagine it as a new fate. Also dogs. You can summon dogs. Dogs are cool.

TDLR; Eiwn - Circle of Spores Druid Ma'el - Order of the Lycan Blood Hunter RD - Armorer Artificer Miym - Order of Scribes Wizard Pall'or - Oathbreaker Paladin Alastrelle - Shadow Magic Sorcerer

I hope you all enjoyed my take on the class swap! Feel free to send anymore asks, but I'll be signing off for tonight (off to the mansions of rest). I hope we'll all be tuned in this Saturday for a fun new session.

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[whileyoureinschoolidothisallday]

LJBSACIPIHXSBNK

Y'all.

Be me suffering from random tummy ick since Saturday. You're up cause you have a teeth cleaning appt that you have now cancelled. Turn on Defunctland in a rare choice because they did something on your favorite childhood show (besides Blue's Clues), The Big Comfy Couch, and you might as well have it playing in the bg while you journal and do your nebs. It ends, and you also see they did something on Legends of the Hidden Temple, another show you really liked.

You click and they start talking, eventually playing clips of different items the rock dude tells the contestants to get, when all of a sudden you hear,

"The mystical spellbook of the imperial wizard!"

I'm sorry.

The

WHAT????????????

[technomancer-01]

Saturday Mornin Soulsborne || Stake of Marika

“Queen Marika has high hopes for us. That we continue to struggle. Unto eternity."

Hope your week and holiday season have been going well. I do have an Etsy shop now, with the stickers and prototypes I was testing out. Im pretty new to selling stuff online, and I will have some actual spellbook pages, but feel free to dm me if you have requests or feedback! I would like to get pages themselves and stickers on there

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[crulixto]

DANCE PARTNER

| Solomon (Obey me!) x FemReader

WARNINGS: mild cursing , NOT PROOFREAD shit writing obvi haha , im not fluent in english pls tell if i have grammatical mistakes

A/N: enjoy this one while i try to make a master list

Also if some of you find these fics familiar, i deleted that book, it was on wattpad and i physically cringed at the fics so i figured fixing it now after 1-2 years :)

It was a normal Saturday for you in the Devildom, and on Saturdays you always come over to Purgatory Hall. But today had Solomon asked you for help with some spells and you the bored person you are, you agreed.

"Can you pass me the newt legs MC?" Solomon asked with his hand out waiting for you to give it to him.

"Oh uh- okay" You shrugged, grabbing the legs out it’s jar— slime following it out and giving it to him. 'Why were the legs so slimy..' You shivered in disgust as he casually holds the newt legs into his concoctions.

After some time went by, it kind of got more boring. Solomon saw you looking around and decided to turn on the record player by the side of his room.

Fly me to the moon..

Let me play among the stars..

"Ooh this is one of my favorite songs.." I grinned and crossed my arms while smiling.

Solomon went back to doing some spells. "Really MC?" He glanced at me.

"Yep, my parents would play this everyday and dance together" I smiled at the memory, i was there truly mesmerized at our parents— and remembered how i would find the one, one day.

Let me see what spring is like

On a-Jupiter and Mars..

"Oh, are your parents married?" He asked, i was a bit taken aback by the question because it is obvious that they are. Well not all but you get what i mean.

" ’Course they are," I laughed, his face looked like he was thinking of something— his eyebrows curve downwards into making him looked confused. His white hair waving from the wind that was entering by the window and his golden eyes so fixated on the floor.

In other words, hold my hand~

In other words, baby, kiss me..

"Tell me MC.." he cooed as he was looking at a spellbook, "Yeah, What is it?" i asked looking at him. While eating the cookies Luke gave to us earlier.

Solomon stands up and holds both of my hands "May i have this dance?" He asked me with a smile.

Then suddenly my face felt red. "Yes you may." I replied with a grin.

Fill my heart with song

And let me sing for ever more..

His other hand trailed to my waist and the other still holding my hand.

We started to walts around the room as nervousness filled me. "Solomon, i really can't dance." I admitted, i was embarrassed and on timing he laughs and accidentally stepped on my foot. "Don't worry i am too." I laughed at his reply and continued to sway to the music.

You are all i long for

All i worship and adore

I smiled as we danced for i don't know how long, but i want to stay like this forever.

I blush as MC puts their head on my shoulder. As we dance away.

The song kept on turning on the record player as it finally finishes.

In other words, please be true

In other words, i love you~

As their head moved off my shoulder, and to be faced with me.

We both smile as our faces grew inches closer.

Few seconds that felt like decades, i closed the gap between us and we share a long awaited kiss. MC’s hands trailed up my chest to face. And my arms slowly wrapped around their waist.

Their hands went down to my chest as we part to get some air. We both looked at each other again and i laugh as i use my arms that were wrapped around their waist to pull them closer.

"MC, Would you allow me to be yours?" I asked them, taking a lost strand of their hair behind their ear as i smiled.

their smile grew wider and hugged me and their body vibrates from chuckling when they say

"Yes."

[nailsofvecna]

Never piss off an archdruid, lest they decide to rewild your house.

[kaidynsarell]

🌹💙Sanguinis et Omnium Fractorum💙🌹

Chapter 4- Of Crimson and Cracked Blue

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Pairings-Sebastian Sallow x Female OC

Rating-This story is rated overall 🔞 (Ch 4 is SFW)

Tags- Blood, Descriptions of Terminal Illness

The full chapter can be found below the cut (3.6k words)

Ongoing Fic

Chapters 1-6 can be found on WP and AO3

Saturday, 3rd September 1892,

Feldcroft had only ever been an imitation of home for Anne, and it had been even less than that for Sebastian.  Home, for the twins, was a cobble-stoned house several miles north of Hogwarts with an overgrown garden and a front door of midnight blue.  It was three bedrooms and a kitchen with mismatched cupboard handles their mother had bought on a whim one afternoon from a traveling vendor.  Home was a library that was bigger on the inside, with a crimson settee covered in cushions and a stained glass window that looked out onto the highlands.  Home held echoes of their childhood when the world had been giggles and music and sunshine over bare feet in the garden.  When the only monsters they knew stayed hidden between the pages of the books their father would read them.

But not all monsters had a face, and not all lingered between the pages of books or hid in the shadowy places below their beds.  Some disguised their intentions within the innocence of light and warmth, and in the end, it made them all the more cruel.

Home had been left behind when the twins had watched four become two in the cellar study, and life had traded their mum and dad for the ability to see winged skeletal horses in front of carriages that had previously pulled themselves.

October of Sixth year had brought the twins' seventeenth birthday and the inheritance of the cobble-stoned home left to them by Alastair and Catrìona Sallow.  With Solomon cold beneath the earth and Sebastian nowhere to be found, Anne had left behind the small London Flat Ominis had surreptitiously rented using 'Gaunt Funds' —the small cottage in Feldcroft having been carefully avoided since the events in the catacomb— and found home once again in the place of her childhood.  So, it was to that cobble-stoned house with the blue door that Clara and Ominis had traveled to nearly every Saturday since.

The curse left Anne weak and sickly, even on the best of days, and the use of magic exacerbated her condition.  The more complex and powerful the spell, the more her body suffered.  Much like it had in the days following Solomon's death when the force of the magic she had used to dispatch the army of inferi, destroy Slytherin's spellbook, and apparate home had set off repeated flares of excruciating pain that had left her bedridden for days.

The knowledge of it had seen Sebastian distraught.

Clara had never known him to regulate his emotions well, and she remembered that night in the Undercroft with startling clarity.  The exact shade of red that had splotched beneath his freckles and the salted drops of candle-lit gold that had glittered over his cheeks and clung to his lashes while they'd stood together and he'd screamed and sobbed and begged Ominis to take him to his sister.  But Anne had been adamant in her decision to cut him off.  As the letter had stated, she needed time, and true to her wishes, Ominis had refused to tell the freckled boy where the other half of his soul had disappeared.

Sebastian had cried, and so had Ominis.  In the end, the only solace the blond could offer was that Anne had refused to turn Sebastian over to the DMLE for Solomon's murder.

Anne, at the very least, had not wanted her brother to spend the rest of his life in Azkaban.

The knowledge hadn't seemed to comfort him much, and Sebastian had vanished only a few weeks later.

Clara's resulting friendship with Anne had come as a somewhat unexpected silver lining in what had otherwise been two years of consistent nightmares.  There had been a time— shortly after Solomon's death— when Clara had questioned if Anne had blamed her for Sebastian's downfall.  If she felt her brother's foray into the dark arts had been no more than a passing curiosity until Clara had walked beside him and stoked the wildfire that was Sebastian Sallow.  But from brief conversations on the matter, it seemed Anne felt her brother's actions had been no more than a sort of desperation that had left him blind to the depth of destruction in which he'd been dipping his toes.

Still, Anne was not wholly aware of the entirety of Clara's own actions, and if Sebastian had been dipping his toes, then Clara had jumped in and splashed around in the decimation.  He may have taught her the unforgivables, but Clara still wasn't confident which of them had actually played the role of the serpent.

With Solomon dead and Anne refusing to speak to Sebastian—even if he had been around—Anne's care had fallen to Ominis and, by extension, to Clara, and weekly dinner had become the norm.

The idea had been Ominis', and dinner had quickly become a thinly veiled excuse for something more.  They all knew it, though none of them spoke of it.  Nothing was said when Ominis and Clara began to show up at the Sallow home far earlier than expected, arms laden with a week's worth of groceries.   Nobody mentioned when one of them would begin to prepare ingredients for the week, and the other would set about completing any household chores or additional maintenance Anne had been unable to accomplish on her own.

Even more than an excuse for Clara and Ominis to help, dinner gave Anne an excuse to cook.  It was a love she'd inherited from her father, and almost nothing could brighten her face more than taking the ingredients she'd grown in the small garden behind her house and scurrying around the kitchen amid a collection of pots and pans.  Though Anne's wand often lay unused, Clara could have been convinced magic had been sprinkled within the herbs and curled within the masterful blend of flavors, textures, and aromas.

Anne always cooked, and nobody mentioned if Clara or Ominis' hands did most of the work while Anne delegated from the couch because she'd grown too tired to continue and needed to lie down part way through.  Nothing was said if Anne became so exhausted she fell asleep, and Clara and Ominis ate dinner alone.

Nobody mentioned that it was happening more often than not nowadays.

The facade was so fragile a strong wind might have shattered it, yet they worked tirelessly to maintain the thinning fabric.

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This Saturday had been one of the good ones, and Anne had not been too exhausted to join them as they ate.  Though the knowledge did little to soften the tension, Clara could see twitching at the corner of Ominis' jaw or the sharp rapping of his fingers over the woodgrain.

"Exactly how often are you expected to travel to Hogwarts to conduct these tests?  Do they not have the decency to come here?" The blond stabbed through a roast potato as though it had personally affronted him, and the metal of his fork clinked against his plate.

He'd been in one of his irritable moods all day.  Since that morning, when Anne had confessed her visit to the Hogwarts Hospital wing and explained her agreement with Healer Fawley and the Experimental Research Department.  If Clara hadn't already known Anne had kept the information from him, the blond's reaction would have been evidence enough.  He'd been—if only temporarily— kept in the dark, and Ominis's bite too often sheltered his hurt or masked his concern.

Still, Clara credited herself with not kicking him under the table.  Hurt or not, the blond's ill-tempered jabs were starting to draw her already fragile patience to the breaking point.  Then again, these days, most things had the unfortunate habit of shredding her patience.

Anne shrugged and took another swig of her pumpkin juice.  "Around once a month or so, according to Healer Fawley."

If Clara could pride Anne on one thing, it would be her ability to be completely unperturbed by the snip of Ominis' tongue.  Perhaps that was why they worked so well together.  Anne's sweet could always temper his sour.

The skewered potato hung on the end of his fork, uneaten.  "I still fail to see why they can not come here.  Surely, any assistance you give them should not come at the expense of exhausting yourself with travel.  Especially when it may not be to your benefit.   I do not want to see y–"

Clara did not miss the thin hand that settled on the blond's leg under the table or how his lips snapped shut at the little squeeze it offered.

"It is only to Hogwarts, and Noreen has been kind enough to allow me to connect our fireplaces via the Floo Network for any dates I'm needed there.  I'm sure I can manage that much."

Ominis did not speak and bit down on the now thoroughly cooled spud.  No doubt to stifle his retort.

Anne sighed and leaned forward onto hands tucked beneath the overlong sleeves of a cable-knit sweater she'd borrowed from Ominis. "Healer Fawley is one of the first who's not spoken to me as though I'm some poor soul on death's door.  I appreciate that he's been reserved with his expectations, and if allowing him and the rest of his department to conduct a few simple tests and study a few vials of my blood could help someone in the future, then who am I to deny that?" She shrugged, and the sweater shifted around her thin shoulders.  "Who knows, maybe....maybe they will find something that can help me–"

Solomon had heard Anne's prognosis and leaped to bruise his fists at the doors of acceptance.  Sebastian had planted his feet firmly in denial and grown roots too deep, even while his fingers burned and blackened with the destruction of the hope he clung to.  Anne, it seemed, had found the balance between the two.  She sat with her back against the doors and turned her face to the flickers of golden warmth behind stormy grey clouds.

Acceptance did not mean she'd given up entirely.

"—Besides, if I grow tired of it, I'll just tell them to sod off."

Clara snorted into her pumpkin juice, and Ominis tipped his head down.

It was a moment before she could collect herself enough to notice the pressure of the question against her conscience.  A needle of thought too thin to have been acknowledged the day before amidst her mind's wash of nightmarish images now resonated with a sharp sting that would not be ignored.  "Why is it that Healer Fawley has only now reached out?"

The question knit between Anne's brow, and she tilted her head.  "What?"

"You've dealt with this curse since the Fourth year.  Why wait all this time?"

The bend of Ominis' neck straightened, and the crease that had furrowed Anne's brow twitched the blond's together even as her own deepened.  His head turned toward her, nose tipped toward the beat of his heart beside him.

Anne's lip tugged down at the corners and tightened.  "Healer Fawley did reach out when it first happened.  At least, that's what he told me when I questioned him on it.  I don't remember it; everything was so hazy and painful in those first weeks before they got my regimen of potions set.  I hardly remember anything.  But as I was underage at the time, the decision wasn't mine to make and—"

Her voice faltered, though Clara hardly needed to hear the rest.  Ever the pessimist Solomon Sallow had given up before a Healer ever looked at his niece, and "Experimental" may as well have been synonymous with the dark arts.  Clara only wondered if Sebastian had known.  Had the knowledge only furthered the wedge already driven between Uncle and Nephew and fueled the maelstrom of emotions that had come to a catalyst and exploded within the catacomb?

"--well... when I received correspondence from Healer Fawley a few weeks ago, I supposed it couldn't hurt to assist them." A small laugh shook from her nose and unfolded the frown that had pulled at her lips.  "Besides, I know Sebbie...Sebastian would want me to keep trying... No matter how minuscule the odds."

Her voice faltered only slightly at Sebastian's name.  Anne had not mentioned her brother in weeks, and she rarely talked about him.  Sebastian had become a near-forbidden topic that hid in the darkened corners alongside Solomon or any mention of catacombs.  Though, from the brief conversations she had allowed on the subject, Clara had surmised that the grief and anger within her feelings on her twin were so tangled and woven together that she'd had a difficult time separating them from one another.  Lately, however, Anne's anger had begun to taste more like sorrow or maybe regret, and she had begun to wonder how furious Anne still was.

Clara's fingers found the rough edges of the Protean Charmed Parchment within the pocket of her trousers.  She'd taken to carrying it with her, and not for the first time that day; she wondered if she should mention her recent communication with the other Sallow.  Still, threads of hesitation bound her tongue, and the words crumpled against her teeth.

Had Sebastian left Anne a Protean Charmed Parchement as he'd left Clara?  She supposed he must have.  Anne was the most important person in his life.

Had she secretly been in contact with Sebastian this whole time?

Had she shredded the yellowed page in a flurry of tears?

Or had Anne seen the parchment and left it unused?  Too hurt and angry to make contact with the shared part of her soul.

"Well, enough of that." The flicker of a familiar mischievousness glinted behind her eyes, and the brunette stood and pushed herself away from the table toward the counter, where sat a sizeable wooden pie box.  She fumbled a moment with the lid and pulled out a small tray piled with twisted pastries, smothered in gobs of caramel and topped with a sprinkling of nuts and cinnamon.

She grinned and gripped the tray in front of her.  "I've made sticky buns while you two were out weeding my vegetable patch this morning."  

Ominis sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger.  "Anne dear, you were meant to be resting while Clara and I were in the garden.  Not baking."

Anne giggled, and there was a moment.  Just a moment, where Ominis turned his lips down to hide the smile they all knew tugged the corners of his mouth.  A moment, Anne clutched the plate of sticky buns and beamed below the lamplight.  A moment, the air breathed with the essence of Anne Sallow: Caramel and vanilla and baker's sugar.

Just a moment when they tricked themselves into believing the lie that was fine.

Then Anne whimpered.

A sound so soft shouldn't have rung in Clara's ears like cannon fire or seen Ominis leap to his feet with such uncharacteristic force the chair toppled behind him.

The sticky buns fell next.  One after another.  Summersaulted and tumbled to the ground alongside the clatter of the tray.

Then her pain rent the serenity of the quiet evening, and the young woman fell to the ground, jarring bones in a torrent of crimson and strangled cries.  Skeletal fingers clenched to white over her abdomen as waves of blood spilled from between open lips to pool over the worn floorboards.

Ominis reached Anne first, fell to his knees, and pulled her shaking body against his as she screamed and convulsed.  He rocked her slowly back and forth, head tucked into the junction of her neck and shoulder, and muttered something Clara couldn't make out beyond the sound of her own breathing.

The pools of crimson met Clara's knees above the wood that dug into her bones.  She paid it no mind.  The complex network of motions and delicate syllables of the soothing spell had taken Clara weeks of practice with Nurse Blainey in Sixth year.  A treatment for the effects of the cruciatus curse, it had proved the best method to calming the waves of pain that racked the frail woman's body.  Slowly, an intricate latticework of soft golden light settled over her before it sank into her skin, and Anne slumped against the blond with a trembled exhale.  Ominis pressed his lips to her shoulder and traced soothing circles along her arms.

Still knelt beside the two cradled together, Clara began rummaging through a box of potions– hastily retrieved from a nearby cupboard.  The glass cylinders clinked together as she pulled vial after vial: Blood replenishing, Wiggenwelds, Calming draughts, and various other analgesics.  Each pressed into the hand of the blond and coaxed between Anne's lips with haunting routine.

If cruelty held up a mirror, it would see the image of a slender blond sitting in a pool of blood, holding a pallid girl with scarlet-tinged lips and sweat-soaked hair, trembling with the remnants of pain that had fractured her body.  And cruelty would number the days between them.

Less than a year.

That was the latest estimation they'd been given before there would be one less seat at the table.

Before, one boy would have his soul torn apart and the other his heart.

Before, Clara would lose the closest thing she'd ever had to a sister.

Cruelty would count Anne lucky if she saw summer.

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Thin cracks had spiderwebbed through the indigo paint that adorned the door to the Sallow home.  Beyond, the heat of the late summer day had reached sticky fingers into the star-strewn night and drawn away any chill that might have suggested Autumn waited in the wings for her yearly debut.

With the worst of Anne's pain settled, Ominis had carried her to the first bedroom off the hall.  With the door left slightly ajar, Clara could see as he tucked the blankets around her and lay beside her to trace gentle fingers over her cheeks and along her jaw.  The home that had welcomed three with the sunrise suddenly felt overcrowded, and Clara had taken her leave.

Her boots crunched footsteps over the dirt, and aching bones sagged her body to the carpet of softly waving green beneath the branches of the tree that marked the edge of the property.  Slowly, she pulled the thick waves of white blonde hair around her shoulder to find the ends clumped together with dried crimson.  A quick cleansing charm banished the remaining blood, and Clara worked her fingers through to twist the unruly mass into a loose braid.

She couldn't say how long she waited before the door creaked open, and Ominis stepped into the summer night.  He remained standing near the house, nose tipped to the sky and breaths too shallow to be steady.  Clara said nothing about the quick brush of his sleeve over his eyes as she approached him, and he didn't protest when she reached over to squeeze his fingers.

Irritable mood or not, he was the closest thing she'd had to a brother.  She didn't relish in his pain.

"Omi-"

"I know, Professor Weasley will have our heads if we're not back by curfew–" He worked his jaw a moment– "Kipley."

The house elf appeared with a sharp crack that shattered the otherwise quiet evening.  "Yes, Master Gaunt?"

He exhaled through his teeth, a low, sharp huff that sounded so much like a hiss Clara might have thought he'd resorted to parseltongue had she not known his reluctance to use it.  "Just Ominis, please, Kipley.  Are Father and Mother out?

The little elf shifted, hands clasped behind her back.  "Oh, yes, they is both being at the Estate in Toulouse, Master Gau– Master Ominis."

Ominis pursed his lips at the use of the title but seemed resigned to it.  "And what of Marvolo?"

"Yes, he is out as well." The little elf glanced around, green eyes darting up to Clara and back to Ominis before she tilted forward on her feet and cupped a hand to the side of her lips.  "Kipley should not be saying so, but Kipley believes they should not be returning for a few days if Master Ominis should need Kipley's help.

The twitch of a smile seemed all he could muster.  "I should like you to stay with Miss Sallow for the night and tomorrow if you are not otherwise needed."

The elf beamed and nodded vigorously; a little pouf of white curls bounced with the motion.  "Oh yes, Master Ominis, Kipley will see to Miss Sallow."

"Thank You, Kipley.  You must please come find me immediately if her illness worsens again."

The elf nodded, bowed, and bounded away up the grass and through the door.

His throat bobbed once, and pale, redrimmed eyes turned Clara with uncanny accuracy. "Anne's asleep.  We need to get back before we get detention.  Kipley can stay with her until I can send for Nurse Shaw in the morning to check in and replenish the potions."

Clara raised her eyebrows. "You know, Anne will be furious at you for sending the nurse twice in one week.  She barely tolerates once."

He exhaled a sharp sort of half-hearted laugh through his nose.  "I am quite aware."

Clara squeezed his slender fingers beneath her own.  Ominis glanced back at the house for a moment, nodded once, and together, they turned on the spot and vanished with a small 'pop' that echoed through the otherwise quiet night.

The snap of apparition did not see the small barn owl alight on Anne's bedroom window ledge.

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It didn't see the tightly wound scroll bound to its leg.

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And it didn't see the messy scrawl of words inked within.

[floralzombae]

Here is Love and War: How to Stab and Kiss Ghosts, the spellbook of my Magus Rakav on my Saturday game.

Starting with the philosophy of why Love is the best motivator in order to achieve victory in a fight, as Hate will help you kill, but Love will push you to survive and protect those around you.

Following on is a treatise on the best ways on how to fight ghosts and other ephemeral beings. With that continuing on, the many ways that you can romance them.

Then the diagrams and manoeuvres for all of Rakav's spell, with some room between them and the next space full of observations and notes.

[ettawritesnstudies]

Happy Storyteller Saturday! If a museum was to be made about your OCs, what would it be like? What artifacts would be on display?

Thanks for the ask! sorry this is a late answer!

I'm going to say that the Relics would not be in a museum because they're literally the physical embodiment of Madelyn and Luca's souls so moving on from the obvious

Enne's cane and other items in her collection

Chara's yellow rose and diplomatic sashes

The little cat carvings that Luca made

After Luca becomes a relic, cuttings and the seedlings from plants that he grew that are still living thousands of years later, carefully tended by the people of Maaren.

Pieces of Acheran's artwork that are hotly debated if he actually created them or not

Seth's weapons and armour and shield with his family crest if they weren't destroyed in battle

Though not her journal-spellbook relic, other court documents and papers written in Madelyn's handwriting would be considered incredibly valuable

[andrewmoocow]

Two Sides of the Same Gem chapter 1: Brand New Reality (originally published on January 30th, 2023)

AN: At long last, we're finally back! Been a long time coming too, because I've got quite a four-part special event to show you all. After so much build-up, we're finally crossing worlds and entering a whole new universe! When last we left off on Little Homeworld Life, Black Rutile had pilfered an ancient spellbook formerly owned by the descendant of Rasputin containing info on a mysterious artifact that could be the key to her latest plot to getting revenge on Steven and taking over the universe. What could this entail, you may ask? Well, that's for me to write and all of you to find out!

Cast:

Kimberly Brooks as Jasper

Lauren Ash as White Topaz

Noël Wells as Black Rutile

Della Saba as Aquamarine

Charlyne Yi as Eyeball

Christine Pedi as Holly Blue Agate

Casey Lee Williams as Cat's Eye

Estelle as Garnet

Michaela Dietz as Amethyst

Deedee Magno-Hall as Pearl

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Almost an entire year had now passed since the fall of Black Rutile's empire, but ever since then, she had been quite busy the past few months. She had slowly begun rebuilding her army and enacting numerous schemes that ultimately amounted to petty Saturday morning cartoon villain plots, but that's what she wanted everyone to think. In secret, Black Rutile had worked hard on a machine thought long forgotten by Gem society.

Originally constructed as a joint effort between her, Serpentine, and Bloodstone, the Vortexxer was a dimensional portal commissioned by the Great Diamond Authority in a plot to expand their rule across the multiverse. Unfortunately, the project was scrapped due to numerous failed tests where the Pearls the trio used as guinea pigs didn't survive crossing over into other worlds. Nonetheless, Black Rutile theorized that maybe they didn't have the right power source to keep the portal stable, leading her to start looking for a way to acquire such a prize. But now, after months of work, her new plan would finally come to fruition.

"I love it when a plan comes together." Black Rutile grinned evilly as the main frame of the Vortexxer neared completion. "All we need now is the final piece to bring it all together, the Seer to the Void!"

"So where can we find this Seer, anyways?" Holly Blue asked while her master pulled Rasputina's spellbook from her gem and began perusing through its pages.

"An excellent question, my dear Agate." Black Rutile proclaimed and presented the page of the Seer to the Void to Holly Blue, unaware that Jasper and White Topaz were watching her.

"See, that's what I'm telling you about." White Topaz whispered to Jasper as they watched the Rutile Rebels from Black Rutile's window. "The other Gems say that Black Rutile is plotting something big with that machine, and we gotta stop her!"

"And you chose now to tell me instead of stopping her before she can start because?" Jasper wondered sardonically. "I mean, you had so many opportunities to expose her, so why now?"

"Because who knows what she could do to us if we found out!" White Topaz continued. "We're just gonna need to keep quiet until we can follow her." Just as she finished, the two looked back inside Black Rutile's house, where she presented a page on the artifact's location.

"Here it is, Mount Kilimanjaro!" Black Rutile declared. "Says here that an ancient society of magicians have kept the amulet hidden away in their sanctuary nestled deep within this mountain for centuries. When the Diamonds learned this in their initial discovery of Earth, they wanted the Seer all to themselves, but the sorcerers fought back till their dying breath to ensure no one else would ever find it. Until today."

"Then why reveal its location in this book?" Eyeball asked. "Not a great plan, if you ask me."

"Don't overthink. Focus on the mission here." Black Rutile answered. "Now then, shall we?" As the Rutile Rebels prepared to disembark on their journey, Jasper and White Topaz immediately hid from sight and watched the villains march toward the Warp Pad.

"Mount Kilimanjaro? That's where they chose to hide this Seer thing?" Jasper asked. "Well, at least we know where to follow them to."

"Okay, we just get in, stop them from getting the Seer, and return home as heroes." White Topaz proclaimed as the Warp Pad activated, sending the five rebels away. "You with me, honey?"

"Always." With her hands in her Topaz lover's, Jasper agreed and kissed her. "Let's move."

--

On the other side of the Warp Pad, the Rutile Rebels reached Mount Kilimanjaro and began the climb towards the secret temple where the Seer to the Void was theorized to be held. This was it; Black Rutile was on the edge of glory now. And all she needed to do was find that temple. "Keep moving, you fools. I can taste that Seer already!"

"So, I got a question for you guys." Eyeball asked as she and Aquamarine journeyed up the mountain by flight. "If you guys found an alternate dimension, what would it be? Aside from one where Steven never existed, of course."

"I'd like a world where everyone obeys the command of the first person who appears, like me." Aquamarine replied. "How about you, Holly?"

"That was my choice too." Holly Blue responded. "How about you, Cat?"

"I'd like a world where all of my heart's desires are answered." Cat said dreamily. "I could have literally anything and everything I could ever want with just a mere word, and they'll obey me! Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

"Okay, little miss material girl in your material world." Black Rutile grumbled. "My ideal alternate dimension would be pretty similar, one where I finally reign supreme over my enemies and rule the universe!"

As the Rutile Rebels continued climbing, they still were unaware that Jasper and White Topaz were hot on their tail and now scaling Kilimanjaro alongside them. "Where do you think they'll go with that Seer?" Jasper asked.

"That's for us to find out." White Topaz responded. "Really wish we could get the other Crystal Gems involved in this, but I've known Black Rutile longer, so I'm taking this as my fight alone."

"Well, aside from me, of course." Jasper said. "Listen, I get what you're going for here, but you can't just face Black Rutile alone. Seriously, if you go any further, you might become more self-sacrificial than Steven."

"Whoa, I would never go that far!" White Topaz said. "I've done so many horrible things alongside Black Rutile, and this is how I plan to make up for all of them." Just as she finished speaking, the two realized that the Rutile Rebels had finally reached the temple. "Oh no, we might be too late!"

"Well, what are we waiting for?!" Jasper roared as she grabbed her girlfriend by the hand and jumped up to the temple steps, not caring that their cover might've been blown.

"Wait, anyone else hear that?" Black Rutile asked as the two Gems revealed themselves to the Rutile Rebels. "Curses, we've been followed! And if they're here, the Crystal Gems aren't far behind."

"Actually, they sent me out to stop you." White Topaz replied as she reminisced on her initial discovery of Black Rutile's new plan.

--

"You may wonder why we summoned you here, White Topaz." Garnet told White Topaz not too long after the Crystal Gems returned from their adventure with Bane Jones. "We have contacted you in particular because Black Rutile has a dastardly new scheme she's been working on."

"It turns out that this whole time, Black Rutile has been hard at work restoring this portal device known as the Vortexxer that she conceived with a few allies of hers." Pearl explained for Garnet as her gem presented a hologram of Black Rutile making a deal with Francis von Bowling and The Sickle. "We learned this from our adventure with Bane Jones, whose enemies allied with Black Rutile to give her the keys to whatever she needs to power the machine."

"She says she wants to find an alternate universe where we agreed with her about wanting what's best for Gemkind and all that jazz," Amethyst added. "but whatever that universe is, I'm pretty sure she doesn't have anything good planned for it. So, let us ask you this. Are you a bad enough dude to save two universes in one adventure?"

"I'm always ready!" White Topaz accepted the offer without hesitation. "So, can you consider this my first Crystal Gem mission?"

"Not quite." Garnet answered, much to the Topaz's dismay. "We'll have to wait until Black Rutile starts making more progress on her machine. When the time is right, that's when you can strike."

"So let us ask again." Pearl said. "Are you ready?"

"Always." White Topaz proclaimed eagerly while summoning her brass knuckle gauntlet.

--

Back in the present day, the Rutile Rebels entered the ancient temple, which was naturally littered with ancient artifacts decorating the walls and what seemed to be the Seer to the Void at the very end of the hall just in front of them. Eager to get things over with, Black Rutile eagerly rubbed her hands together. "Not activating any potential booby traps! One, two, three, not it!"

"Not it!" Aquamarine readily added.

"Not it!" Eyeball proclaimed.

"Not it!" Cat's Eye meowed.

"Not it!" Holly Blue said last, making her realize that she had no choice but to go through the possible booby traps to clear the way for her teammates. "Oh, great." She groaned and smacked her hand against her face before stepping forward. "Now then, what traps could be in store for me?"

To answer Holly's question, she accidentally stepped on a floor tile that was colored a bright yellow making it stick out from the mossy floor, which triggered the opening of a fire pit she fell into. "YAAGGGHHH!" the Agate shrieked as she tripped and fell into the flames. Luckily, due to being a Gem, she was perfectly fine, but her pride was left in pieces as she climbed out.

"You know, you could've just had me fly everyone over to the Seer's resting place." Aquamarine suggested to Black Rutile. "Why did you choose this option instead?"

"Because I felt like entertaining myself." Black Rutile chuckled at Holly Blue's expense as the Agate continued suffering through spiked walls, swinging axes, boulders, quicksand, and many more death traps. "When expecting booby traps, always make sure it actually catches boobies first."

"Heh heh, boobies." Eyeball chuckled. "Hey Holly, you still alive there?!"

"You'd be surprised how impervious an Agate is!" a delirious Holly Blue exclaimed from afar as she struggled to get up from the many injuries she sustained from the various traps she was forced to endure. "Anyways, I think everything should be clear now!"

"Not if we have anything to say about it!" White Topaz exclaimed as she and Jasper burst into the temple. "Halt, villains!"

"Okay, first you say, "Not if we have anything to say about it", and then add "Halt, villains"?" Jasper asked. "Make up your mind already!"

"Not now, sweetie." White Topaz replied awkwardly.

"Ah, you're awfully persistent." Black Rutile declared. "But it's too late for all of you! The Seer to the Void shall be mine to take, and there's almost nothing you two can do to stop me!"

"What do you mean almost?" White Topaz asked curiously.

"I think she means if we manage to steal it ourselves!" Jasper answered before she ran off and snatched the Seer to the Void out of Holly Blue's hands as she returned with the artifact. "Gotcha!"

"Hey, I just risked my life for that!" Holly Blue whined as she tried to take the Seer back, but Jasper kept it out of reach no matter what.

"Stop her, and nobody break that thing too!" Black Rutile commanded her minions as the rebels chased Jasper out of the temple. "Give me that jewel, you fool!"

"Quick Jasp, pass me that thing!" White Topaz called to Jasper, who threw the Seer to the Void to her lover. "Hey, Black Rutile, you want this?" she yelled at Black Rutile. "Then come and get it!" White Topaz fell backward off the mountain and began tumbling down, hoping that the resulting fall would break the artifact. In response, Black Rutile let out a feral shriek and pounced on White Topaz, leading to them both tumbling down.

"Give it back, you disgusting traitor!" Black Rutile roared, trying to wrestle the stone out of her former bodyguard's hand. "Maybe whatever universe I find, I'll find another White Topaz that will obey my every command!"

"And maybe I'll find a Black Rutile who wants to be my friend!" White Topaz responded while fighting back as both Gems' respective allies followed them down the mountain. "Just accept you lost already! You have no army; White Diamond never took you seriously; why haven't you given up yet?!"

"Because as long as I hate Steven with every flake of my gem, I'll never surrender!" Black Rutile cackled as they neared the bottom of the mountain. "Now give it!" The struggle quickly devolved into a large dust cloud of conflict as soon as the duo returned to the surface, joined by Jasper and the Rutile Rebels. However, as the dust literally settled, Black Rutile emerged from the pile of Gems, triumphantly holding the Seer to the Void in the air. "The Seer to the Void, I finally found it! Now, who's gonna stop me?!"

"Quick, we have to stop her!" Jasper yelled as she tackled Black Rutile onto the Warp Pad, causing the two to disappear into light. No doubt Little Homeworld would be on the other side.

"Wait for me!" White Topaz exclaimed as she ran to the Warp Pad in pursuit of her lover and their nemesis. The remaining Rutile Rebels were the last to use the Pad to return, but not before Aquamarine got a little gloating in.

"What does it matter?" Aquamarine smirked. "They're already too late."

--

As soon as the Warp Pad brought Black Rutile and Jasper back to Little Homeworld, Black Rutile bolted back to her house to install the Seer to the Void into the Vortexxer, making sure to activate her security system to avoid any unwanted intruders. "The power of the multiverse in the palm of my hand. And now, it's finally mine to control."

After attaching the Seer to the machine's frame and pulling a lever, Black Rutile finally witnessed the machine roar to life. In a flash of red, green, yellow, pink, blue, black, and white, a large portal to worlds beyond the ones Black Rutile knew opened up, and she could not have been more excited. "Yes! After thousands of years in the making, the Vortexxer is open at last!" she cheered diabolically. "Now all I need is a test subject. Don't think I can find another Pearl at this hour, and I'm not sure what the other Rubies are up to now."

"My Rutile, we need to act quick!" Cat's Eye yowled as she barged into the house. "I'm not sure how long we have before the Crystal Gems find out, but we need to get the portal going no-oh wait, you already started it. Never mind!"

"Speak of the devil, and she shall appear." Black Rutile grinned while grabbing Cat's Eye by the scruff of her neck. "Cat, would you do me the honor of being my first subject to the portal? I need to check if it's safe to crossover or not."

"I'm sorry, what?!" Cat asked, but she barely had time to say anymore before Black Rutile tossed the lawyer through the portal and into the infinite beyond.

--

"EEEEEEAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHH!" Cat's Eye screamed as she sailed through the space between universes and got only a passing glance at a few parallel realities. In one universe, Steven and the Crystal Gems were fighting alongside a team of superheroes led by a man in a costume themed around the American flag. In another, a human-sized raccoon was racing along some rooftops before being picked up by a tan-skinned human girl and a woman with wild gray hair riding on a staff with a figurine of an owl at the tip.

"Is-is this the multiverse?" Cat took a break from her screaming to take in the jaw-dropping view of the vast multiverse. Another universe she discovered was one where four turtles in differently colored masks carrying ninja weapons were fighting against three demons and a wolf-like creature. "So amazing." And in another, a human girl, a pink frog, and a bumblebee that transformed into a humanoid robot were running from a giant bird monster. "I never realized just how infinite the possibilities were."

Unfortunately, Cat's Eye had little time to continue taking in her surroundings as she discovered that she was careening towards a new universe that seemed nearly identical to her own. "Oh, dear! UWAAAAA!"

--

Another portal opened up on the beach and spat Cat's Eye out, making her faceplant on the sand before the portal closed up. "Oh stars, where am I?" she groaned wearily before picking herself up and taking in her new surroundings. As far as she could tell, it was pretty much the universe she called home, only with a few slight differences. For one, the Obsidian statue that towered over the Crystal Gems' house looked like how it appeared before the Gems' final battle with Black Rutile. Perhaps if she ventured into town, Cat might get more answers.

"Hello there, stranger." A man greeted Cat's Eye. "You look a little lost. Need anything?"

"Yes, I'd like to know if this world has a Black Rutile existing." Cat's Eye stated. "Have you seen her?"

"Come again, miss?" the man asked, unsure what the cymophane had just said.

"Well, what about a White Topaz?" Cat's Eye continued asking.

"Nope, nothing." The man continued. "You feelin' okay?"

"Wait, what if this is a world where neither of them existed?" Cat realized as another portal opened behind her that Black Rutile was standing in. "My Rutile?"

"There you are, Cat!" Black Rutile exclaimed. "I've been looking across universes for you, and you would not believe what I've found! Like, one of these universes I found was home to a sport where human women engaged in combat sports using only their mammaries and buttocks. How ridiculous is that?!"

"My Rutile, you would not believe what I've found here!" Cat replied. "It seems that in this universe, we don't seem to exist at all; thus, there would be no one at all to stand up to Steven! What kind of dystopia is this?!"

"Doesn't matter; it really works!" Black Rutile declared excitedly. "Now come along; we must gather the rest for this momentous occasion!" She then grabbed Cat by the wrist and pulled her through the portal, which closed right before the man's eyes. Looking around, the man had only one thing to ask.

"Uh, what just happened?" he muttered to no one in particular.

--

When Cat was pulled back into her home universe with Black Rutile, the other Rutile Rebels were waiting for them, eager to hear what the lawyer had discovered. "Well, what did you see?" Eyeball asked. "Where did you go?"

"The world I discovered was one where neither Black Rutile nor White Topaz existed, as far as anyone knew." Cat's Eye explained. "And that statue outside the Crystal Gems' headquarters appeared as it did before the Steven monster incident. I'm not sure if I really did go to another dimension, or maybe I just went back in time."

"Doesn't matter now; it works!" Black Rutile declared eagerly. "Come, my minions, to the new world!"

As the other Rebels laughed while they marched towards the portal, Jasper and White Topaz burst into the room just in time to see them pass through. "I'll see you all around, fools!" Black Rutile peeked her head out to gloat. "Because when I come back, I'll bring you some souvenirs you certainly won't refuse!" With one last laugh, the psychotic Rutile darted back into the portal.

"So, this is the Vortexxer, eh?" Jasper said as she admired the portal machine. "Have to admit, Black Rutile sure put a lot of thought into this."

"Gonna have to agree with you on that one." White Topaz agreed before taking her orange girlfriend's hand. "Ready to head into the unknown?"

"No way." Jasper responded. "But let's do it." With that, the two stepped into the Vortexxer together, ready to face whatever world they may discover and hopefully stop Black Rutile's latest plan.

--

"WHOA, THE MULTIVERSE IS AWESOME!" White Topaz shrieked excitedly as she treated the voyage between realms like a water park ride, eagerly throwing her hands in the air while Jasper tried her hardest not to scream at the sudden speed at which they were going. Along the way, they caught glimpses of two kids hitching a ride with a pink-haired woman on her yellow scooter, a frog in a top hat dancing for a bald superhero, and a blonde girl in a game of tug-of-war with a young man with green-tipped black hair over a glowing orb. "Aren't you loving this, Jasp?!"

"How much longer before we find Black Rutile?!" Jasper exclaimed.

"I think she shouldn't be too far away; we just gotta follow her!" White Topaz replied while examining their surroundings, of note being the old man and the boy in a flying saucer and the English gentleman piloting a blue phonebooth through time. Just then, she saw what she believed to be Black Rutile going through a distant portal. "Thataway!"

"Wow, convenient." Jasper muttered. "Hang on!" The two Gems launched themselves towards the portal to where Black Rutile was headed, neither of them knowing what they could discover beyond that gateway.

--

Before Jasper and White Topaz knew it, the two were spit out of the portal into Beach City. Or at least, they assumed it was Beach City. It seemed more like a grim cyberpunk dystopia, albeit one colored in a garish pink and with the smiling face of what appeared to be an older Steven plastered everywhere. This didn't seem right to the duo. Just what was going on with this universe?

"What is this place?" Jasper asked as she and her girlfriend examined the new world around them. "Something doesn't seem right."

"Yeah, looks kind of like every YA dystopian novel." White Topaz added, prompting a confused look from Jasper. "What? I find it funny how they're all the same! Besides, you're one to talk with your secret love of Asian drama shows."

"Shshshsh, not in public!" Jasper blushed in embarrassment at her darkest secret nearly being revealed just as alarms began sounding, followed by what they assumed to be police drones resembling shattering Robonoids cornering them. "What the?"

"HALT, REBEL! RELEASE LORD STEVEN'S JASPER AT ONCE, OR FACE DIRE CONSEQUENCES!" one of the drones commanded while pointing a laser straight at White Topaz and Jasper's gems. "YOU HAVE FIFTEEN SECONDS TO COMPLY!"

"Rebel? No, you got it all wrong; she came with me!" White Topaz stood up for Jasper. "And who's Lord Steven? Wait, you don't think-"

"A LIKELY STORY, REBEL SCUM!" the drone continued barking as its partner counted down the seconds their prisoners had left until termination. Suddenly, the countdown was interrupted when a very familiar-looking sword struck down the drone from above. "WHAT THE?!"

"You've done enough counting, villains!" a strangely familiar voice exclaimed as an even more familiar silhouette dropped down from above to rescue White Topaz and Jasper.

"RED ALERT, RED ALERT! REQUESTING BACKUP!" the drone wailed in alarm. "IT'S B-"Before it could finish, that surviving drone was immediately cut to pieces by the figure's sword.

"No need to fear, citizens. Just your friendly neighborhood freedom fighter, doing what she can to fight for truth, justice, and a brighter tomorrow." The figure proclaimed as she turned to the two otherworlders, only to recognize White Topaz in front of her. "Wait, Topaz?! What are you doing here with a member of Universe's inner circle?"

"No, you got it all wrong!" White Topaz exclaimed. "We only just got here!"

"Wait a second, do we know you from somewhere?" Jasper asked suspiciously. "That voice seems awfully familiar."

"Oh, do pardon my manners." The figure apologized as she stepped into the light to properly introduce herself to the pair. "My name is Black Rutile, leader of the Lucent Gems resistance force against the forces of the Crystal Regime. Pleased to make your acquaintance."

--

Did you see that, did you see that?! Has Black Rutile gone good now? Not in a million years, because we've now stepped into a world where Steven rules the Earth and Black Rutile is leading the war against him! But that begs the question, where's the Black Rutile we all know and love to hate? Well, that is for the next chapter to answer. See you all again. And before anyone asks, I intended for Cat's Eye to discover the world of the regular Steven Universe series, just so we're clear.