#the moon and the sorcerer

[kittyofalltrades]

The Moon and The Sorcerer Pt 3

A little afternoon delight with Steven.

Pairing:Marc Spector x Reader, Jake Lockley x Reader, Steven Grant x Reader

Words: 4335

Rating: Explicit MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ ONLY

Beta: @welcometostayingawake (THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!)

Warnings: Show Canon DID, Unprotected PinV, Cum, Sex at work (just no), brief description of injuries, Bad Spanish let me know if I missed anything

The morning after your date with Marc was a whirlwind. The ache from last night hadn’t faded, and it tempted you to touch yourself before work. You opened the drawer that contained your vibrator before deciding against it. With the need for him still fresh in your mind, you dressed for work. You chose a short flowing dress that was barely long enough to be appropriate and a black cardigan to cover the thin straps. You checked yourself out in the mirror once before heading out, sighing to yourself. 

It was going to be a long day.

Steven dropped most of the Taweret plushies he was holding as you walked into the gift shop. The outfit you breezily walked in wearing sent his mind straight to the gutter with thoughts of how easy it would be to push the fabric out of the way and take you bent over the boxes in the back room. The dress looked thin enough that he could tug your nipples through the fabric. His grip on the last Taweret plushie in his hold tightened when you met his eyes and smiled. Gods, he wanted to see you look up at him with your mouth around his co—

Steven, you’re going to decapitate that stuffed animal if you don’t loosen your grip, Marc told him from the glass countertop. I know she looks beautiful, but you’re gonna get fired again if you don’t get your hard-on under control.

As you walked closer, you watched as Steven strangled the poor hippo plush. When you got close enough, you plucked the poor thing from his hand and gave him a sweet smile. As you took the plushie, he swiftly rested his elbows on the counter and leaned forward to chat with you. The action made your smile widen as you leaned across the counter toward him. 

“Morning, sweetheart,” you greeted softly. “I’d kiss you, but with Donna around, I don’t wanna risk it.”

“You’re right, maybe later, love,” Steven agreed.

“Definitely later,” you replied. 

You clipped your name tag on and started on your tasks for the day. Humming cheerfully while you worked, you were happy to be in Steven’s presence, even if you didn’t really get many opportunities to talk to him. The occasional brush of his hands across your waist while you crossed paths only helped to elevate your mood through the workday. 

Steven watched you restock the plushies on a tall shelf with a smile. He moved to help you, but Marc’s voice in his ear stopped him.

Just watch.

Steven straightened his spine and leaned on the counter, watching as the hem of your already short dress lifted high and higher. It stopped high on your thighs but still gave him a tantalizing view that made his cock twitch. He glanced at his watch, wondering how much time he had left before the next shift arrived so that he could take you home. He just wanted to get his hands on you and under that flowing fabric.

“Steven, can you help me?” you called over your shoulder, pulling him out of his thoughts. 

You were having a bit of a hard time getting one of the plushes to stay on the shelf no matter how hard you pushed, it wasn’t quite enough.

Steven’s presence behind you was comforting as he stepped behind you to push the plush on the tall shelf. You stumbled back a step and directly into Steven, making your ass brush his cock. He let out a small growl that was uncharacteristic of him; it took a few seconds for you to understand why. 

Steven’s cock was hard, and you were pressed against him. You glanced around, making sure the coast was clear before grinding against him teasingly, slowly.

Steven’s hands flew to your hips, stilling your motions with a low groan. “Behave.”

He released you, quickly retreating to behind the counter again. That explained the curious position he’d been in earlier while chatting with you, and it also explained why he’d almost decapitated the poor hippo plushie when you first arrived. He has been hard as a rock since seeing you this morning. A grin formed on your lips as you decided to torture Steven a little more, the idea sending a shiver through you. Knowing that he was that turned on by just your mere presence right now had you feeling hot and bothered as well. 

You gave him a sweet smile and joined him behind the counter. Risking a quick glance downward confirmed your theory. Being the resourceful sorcerer that you were, you knew when you spotted a great opportunity, and you took it only to tease Steven some more. 

“Looks like there’s an attempted jailbreak,” you said with a nod at his feet. 

You knelt down to scoop up a little hippo plush that was near his foot and paused to look up at him. You smirked when he looked down at you with a hitch in his breath, clearly having the effect you were hoping for. When you had gotten dressed this morning, you hadn’t planned to bend over or anything like that, but now that you had you realised Steven had a direct eyeline down your dress, you were going to play it to your advantage. With a wicked smirk, you leaned forward, giving him an even better view. You watched his cock twitch through his pants, and you almost laughed at the thought that maybe he’ll stop buying such tight pants in the future. 

Steven looked at you on your knees before abruptly punching into the computer to clock you both out. Once that was done, he pulled you, gently but firmly, to your feet, dragging you toward the back room. When you stumbled, he stopped to make sure you were okay before continuing his quick pace, clearly eager to get you alone. 

You can’t really be thinking what I think you’re thinking, are you? Marc asked from various displays they passed. Steven gets a girlfriend, loses control and fucks her at work...he was proud of him.

Once Steven got you to the back room and the door clicked shut, he was on you in seconds. He kissed and caressed your skin, every touch filling you with need. The kiss turned hungry, his mouth devouring yours, pulling a quiet moan from you. 

Steven murmured apologies for being so rough with you while he tugged your cardigan off and slipped down the straps of your dress, discarding all the fabric on the floor. Once you stood before him naked, he placed open mouth kisses across your breasts, making you whine with need. After what felt like the fiftieth apology, you gripped his hair and pulled him away from your skin. “Steven, stop apologizing please,” you ordered.  

“Are you sure, love? I just–I need you so badly and you look so pretty,” Steven whimpered, a stark contrast to his earlier attitude. “I’m sorry.”

You released his hair and stroked his face, giving him a sweet smile. It made you feel special that he was this needy for you, dragging you to the back room to get his fill. 

“Take what you need, Steven. I’m all yours.”

Steven’s eyes widened at the words. “Are you sure, love? We are still at work…”

In answer, you bent yourself over a stack of crates, exposing yourself to him. Steven was on his knees behind you in an instant, softly blowing air against your cunt before drawing away from you completely, making you whine at the lack of touch. He dragged his nails up your thigh, stopping just short of where you needed him the most.

He released your thigh and brushed a finger over your clit in a featherlight touch. He tilted his head to the side as if to ask if that was what you wanted and you gave a nod. He started working small circles onto your clit, making you drop your head forward to moan. He was a very fast learner; you thought to yourself again, while he massaged your clit in a way that left your knees weak.

Steven pushed two fingers into your wet core with a sigh, working them at a fast pace. “So wet for me. I think they can hear your pussy from outside,” he murmured.

If he was going to fuck you in the back room because he couldn’t wait, he was going to make sure you enjoyed yourself. While he pumped his fingers into you, he brushed his thumb over your clit, satisfied as your moans got louder and louder. 

Reaching around to cover your mouth with his hand, he muffled your noises effectively. You couldn’t be caught with Steven’s fingers buried in your cunt at work, bent over the boxes in the back room. Imagine the scandal. 

“What did you think was gonna happen, coming to work dressed like that? Did you hope I’d fuck you back here?”  

“Mhmm!” Your confirmation came out muffled against his hand, but he heard you nonetheless. 

Steven savored the sounds that he pulled from you behind his large hand, and his cock twitched with anticipation. With a quick motion, he freed himself from his pants, letting his cock hang hard and heavy for a moment before he dragged his tip over your clit. 

“You gonna let me fuck you? So next time you come back here, this’ll be all you think about. Just remembering how good I made you feel,” Steven cooed in your ear while he pushed the tip of his cock into you.

You nodded quickly around his hand, barely able to stop the moan that threatened to bubble out of your mouth. You needed him inside you now. No more teasing. You pushed your hips back, taking all of him in one smooth motion, moaning softly. Steven let out a harsh moan and bit down on his knuckle to stop himself from making anymore noise. 

“We have to be quiet, darling,” he chastised softly while he worked his hips into you slowly. 

You whined insistently behind his hand, needing more from him. You heard a low chuckle from him before he drew out almost fully, snapping his hips forward, filling you again, his hands pressing your lower back into the stack of boxes. With each snap of his hips into you, he was hitting the perfect spot inside you, and you tried really hard to contain your moans. 

Steven set a punishing pace into your cunt, motions spurred on by your muffled moans. His lip was pulled between his teeth, trying to stifle his own groans of pleasure while he fucked you. When your sounds changed, pitch rose, and your walls began fluttering against his cock, he knew you were close. He moved his hand down to your clit, stroking in tandem with his cock, thrusting in and out of you. The action sent you spiraling into pleasure with another loud muffled moan. 

“You feel so good, love. Wanna feel you come on my cock. Can you do that for me, please? Be good and come on my cock, please.” 

You nod quickly, not sure what you’re agreeing with, just wanting to cum. His pace at your clit picked up and your orgasm hit you like a bus. You came screaming, Steven’s hand muffling the sound. Your legs gave out and your body trembled from the pleasure. Steven didn’t stop thrusting, he held you in place with his hands pressing on your lower back and kept fucking you roughly, using you for his own pleasure. Your second orgasm followed soon after, surprising you while he held you against the boxes. 

“I’m gonna cum, love,” Steven groaned. “Gonna paint your pretty ass with it.”  

You felt his cock twitch inside you before he pulled out and released on your ass. You moaned again as each rope of hot cum splattered on your cheeks until you were covered. He removed his hand from your mouth and you sagged against the boxes with a deep sigh. You felt his cum dripping down the backs of your thighs and looked over your shoulder to smile dazedly at him. 

Steven was wringing his hands, wondering if he had taken things too far. But you didn’t seem mad at him, only looking at him with affection. 

“Was that okay, love? Did I hurt you?” he asked in a slight panic. 

“Oh, baby,” you cooed at him. “It was perfect. I just didn’t expect this at work.” Steven help her clean up, she’s dripping. Marc chastised.

Steven frantically patted his pockets and pulled the unused handkerchief he always carried in case of an allergy attack. With gentle hands, he ran the square fabric over your ass and thigh, cleaning his release from your skin. Once he was done, he helped you carefully back into your clothes, taking the time to place gentle kisses on your skin wherever he could reach. Steven gave you a sweet smile when your clothes were in place before he fixed his own, needing less fixing than you.

“Walk me home?” you asked sweetly. “I’d love to,” He was quick to answer. 

“Let me get my things and I’ll meet you out front.”

Steven nodded and watched you go with a love-struck look on his face. He didn’t know how he’d gotten so lucky to find a girl like you. With his smile still firmly in place, he wandered out more slowly, finding himself at the desk of security cameras with JB. He didn’t notice the look JB was giving him at first, but when he did, he was immediately caught off guard. 

“What’s wrong, mate? Do I have something on my face?” Steven asked nervously. He ran a hand over his face quickly. “You probably did earlier,” JB answered with a wink.

“What?” 

“Stevie, there are cameras. Not in the room you were in, mind you. I didn’t know you had it in you,” JB said while he clapped a hand on Steven’s shoulder. 

He leaned away and pointed him toward the screen aimed at the door to the room Steven had just left with you. Steven felt like he was going to faint while JB congratulated him once more before you appeared with your bag. You gave him your usual soft smile and the two of you walked out of the museum. He was silent for a few minutes before you took his hand, pulling him out of his thoughts. He didn’t know why he was worried. JB wasn’t going to tell anybody, so with that thought, Steven finally smiled back at you. The walk back to your flat was regrettably short, but you were happy he walked you home. It made you feel warm and spending time with Steven always made you happy. That feeling doubled when Steven walked you to your door and gave you a sweet, lingering kiss before bidding you good night and telling you he’d see you tomorrow.

You suddenly couldn’t wait to get to work tomorrow, you thought with a smile. Possibly because it had something to do with Steven, but who could know? 

It had been a few days since you’d seen Steven, not since he’d escorted you home after your sexcapades in the back room. You chewed your lip while you straightened the Taweret plushies for the third time today. Donna had swung by a few times to tut about Steven’s absence and complain about how she wished she could fire him, but his special accommodations protected him from such a thing. You rolled your eyes after hearing Donna’s unprofessional speech three times today. 

Once she wandered away, you went back to work, since there were only a few minutes left in your shift. It passed swiftly, and just as you clocked out, you looked up to see Steven stumbling into the gift shop, looking out of sorts. He looked like he was limping, but you couldn’t be sure. His curls were messier than usual and he appeared to have a black eye.

“Hi, love. Do you think we can talk in the back for a bit?”

“Um—yeah, sure,” you told him while you grabbed your phone and started heading to the back. 

You watched him closely out of the corner of your eye, confirming he was definitely limping. You chose not to mention it until the door to the storage room closed behind him. 

“What happened, Steven?” You asked quickly. You took his face in your hand and with a quick hand gesture healed the black eye with ease, even though it probably left him tired. 

“Thanks, love, I got mugged on the way in today,” he groaned. 

Steven nuzzled his face against your hand, and your suspicions grew. There were at least two hospitals that he could have gone to between his flat and here. There was no way he limped all the way here when he could have stopped. 

“Do you think you could heal me, love?” He asked and his accent was slightly off and you paused as you tried to listen for it. You brushed it off when he shifted slightly and summoned a cot, helping him onto it. He winced as he settled down, pain written all over his face, and it made you feel guilty for thinking badly of him.

“I’m gonna magic off your clothes, is that okay?”

When he gives you a nod of confirmation, you make another set of hand gestures and the clothes he wore melted off his body, leaving him in only his silver-grey boxer briefs. Boxer briefs that left nothing to the imagination, but your focus wasn’t on his crotch, but on the bruising that covered his torso. The large, sloppily applied bandage was the most alarming sight. You pulled the bandage away to find a freshly bleeding wound on his side. 

“How the hell did this happen?” you asked in horror. 

With a wave of your hand, the wound knitted closed, leaving behind no trace of marred skin. You watched as Steven arched off the small cot in pain and you wished you could do more to help, but his body needed to work through this itself. 

“Hija de puta. Dios mio!”

The gruff Spanish words had you scrambling away from him against the opposite wall of the small back room. Steven didn’t speak Spanish, and Marc wouldn’t have pretended to be Steven. 

“Who the fuck are you?”

Jake relaxed once the pain and magic tingles subsided. Well, relaxed as much as he could with a broken rib. 

“Lo siento, yo soy Jake Lockley.”

You didn’t understand what he’d said besides the name. “You’re the third, the soul I didn’t meet,” you whisper.

You return to the cot and stroke his face gently, and he nuzzled your hand again. Not a reaction you expected from somebody hiding their existence. He seemed sweet enough, if the nuzzling was any sign. 

“I didn’t think leaving the body at the hospital was a good idea, having them wonder what caused this,” Jake explained. His accent was different and thick, but you still understood him.

“What did cause this? You got slashed, a broken rib, and dozens of bruises,” you said, gesturing at his body. 

“Khonshu.”

“The moon god? The moon god beat your ass?” you asked incredulously. “He’s a myth.”

“So are sorcerers,” Jake pointed out. 

“So Khonshu beat your ass and you came to me for healing?”

“He didn’t beat my ass. The vile people he sent me after did. I’ve been laying in Steven’s flat for three days waiting for the healing to start, but whatever they cut me with is stopping it,” Jake explained. 

“So instead of a doctor… you came to me?”

“I knew you’d fix Steven.”

“Of course I would have.”

“Will you heal me even though I’m not him?” Jake asked softly. He turned his head away, not wanting to see the rejection that he was likely to get, and in his weakened state, there wasn’t much he could do if you said no.

“I will,” you answered softly. You reached out for his cheek again to turn his face to yours. “You could have just asked. You didn’t need to pretend to be Steven.”

“Gracias, querida,” Jake replied tiredly. 

“I’m sorry though, it’s gonna hurt,” you warned him. 

Jake nodded, and you started your work, trying to make it as painless as possible for him. But healing a broken rib was going to hurt no matter how gentle you were, so you offered him your hand to hold while you worked. Jake’s rib was snapped in two places and took longer than you would have liked to heal. His grip tightened on your hand but not to the point of pain, which made you think he was holding back to avoid hurting you. You appreciated the gesture. 

Once his skin was unmarred, he dropped your hand and sat up. He gave you a kind smile, and you were happy you’d managed to help him. Your eyes trailed down his body, making sure you hadn’t missed bruises when your eyes landed on his crotch. It suddenly occurred to you that he was seriously underdressed and you slapped your hand over your eyes, making him laugh. 

“Haven’t you already seen everything, querida? We all share the same body,” Jake teased in a low tone. 

“I’m trying to be respectful, since we just met,” you argued. You had seen everything in this exact room, actually, and the reminder sent butterflies to your stomach.

“Come on, you can look. I know you think we are pretty,” he continued in that same low tone that sent shivers down your spine.

Jake laughed at your reluctance to look at him, even though he knew you found their body appealing. He thought you were cute, and with gentle fingers he pulled your hand away from your eyes, leaving you looking into his deep brown ones. “Now, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“You are gonna be a handful, aren’t you?” You grumbled as you kept your eyes firmly on his. 

He laughed again and, with the hand he was still holding, laced his fingers with yours. “Well, isn’t it lucky you have two hands?”

You laughed with him before unwinding your hands from his. You reached behind you to retrieve his clothes for him. Judging from how loud the shirt pattern was, they were Steven’s clothes. You knew it was only a matter of time before Donna or JB wandered back here to see what was going on.

You averted your eyes while he dressed just to be respectful. It might have been your boyfriend’s body, but this wasn’t your boyfriend. You heard Jake chuckle, but he didn’t say anything until he was fully dressed.

“Thank you, querida,” he said with a gentle smile.

“You’re welcome.” 

He headed to the door and stopped to give you a long look. After a minute, you finally asked, “Is there something wrong?”

“I’m not sure when I’m going to get to see you with my own eyes again,” he answered before pulling the door open and leaving.

You moved to sit on the cot, wondering what he meant by that when the thought hit you. Did he like you? No… he couldn’t, could he? This was the first time you met, and you were just doing him a favor by healing him, but he was showing a lot of affection. You pondered the thought a few more minutes before climbing off the cot and banishing it. 

You returned home exhausted and after a meal of cold leftovers; you retreated to your bed. You were happy with what you accomplished at the museum, healing Jake being the highlight of your day. Before you fell asleep, you pondered whether or not Jake liked you, as he seemed nice enough.

The next morning found youself rushing up the steps to the museum. You’d overslept because of the toll on your body from healing Jake. Donna adored you, however, so she wouldn’t make a fuss. As you sprinted past her, she stopped you with a cheeky smile. 

“Who is he?” she asked happily. 

“Who is who?” You asked, completely confused. 

“I thought you were all in for Stevie, since you wanted the shift. But I’ve never seen you so much as smile at him and then you get a delivery of flowers at work? If Stevie had a shot before, he sure doesn’t now,” Donna cackled before wandering off. Apparently, she was overjoyed at the idea of upsetting Steven and it annoyed you. 

But she was right: on the gift shop counter was a clear glass vase wrapped in a red ribbon, holding a large bouquet of flowers. The bouquet comprised of blush roses, cornflower, sweet Williams and honeysuckle, making your cheeks heat. There was no way this was for you, not these beautiful, but very specific, flowers.

“Afternoon, love. Did you see what someone sent you?” Steven asked, his tone giving away the jealousy he felt. 

“Are you sure these are for me?” You asked as you reached out to stroke a few of the petals. 

“The driver mentioned you by name when he dropped them off. There’s a card, too.”

You dug into the center of the flowers and pulled out a little card with your name on it. 

I hope to see you again soon, with my own eyes. Gracias, querida

-Jake 

You bring your face closer to smell the flowers that Jake sent you. You spent the night wondering if he liked you and now you definitely knew the answer. You wondered if he’d learned the language of flowers overnight just to send you a message. “Who are they from?” Steven finally asked, pulling you from your thoughts. He didn’t seem happy about the idea of another man sending you flowers, even though hadn’t done so himself. “And what do they mean?”

“It means we need to talk.”

[whatthefishh]

MONA!!!!!

If you have time do you think you can throw together a moodboard for The Moon and The Sorcerer? THANK YOU I LOVE YOU

(Congratulations again I’m so happy for you!!!!!!)

Kitkat!! Of course I do, especially for you 💕

Love you bb !

Xo Mona

[shadydruid]

WHAT IF Imogen decided to change sides and went full Ruidus? 🔴🌙

[slttygeto]

now imagine if you were in a similar situation as nobara, and nanami came to the rescue and it’s the first time that you see him so…enraged. you can barely recognize him, you dont know if it’s hard to breathe because the curse user kept hitting you repeatedly in the stomach or if it’s because nanami looks insanely intimidating.

“nanami—“

“my apologies for taking too long,” he would say before staring at your bloodied and bruised figure and you notice how his eyes switch back to the curse user and they darken. “I got it from here.”

the strength that he uses, the tone in which he speaks to the man who hurt you—you sit back on the floor and watch in awe as nanami barely moves when the man tries to attack him. he ruins his life, sends him flying through multiple buildings before turning back towards you and kneeling in front of you.

“I called ijichi to come pick you up. allow me to carry you there.”

*heaves out a very long sigh* he’s too good.

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[caemidraws]

kids' oneshot notes

[starrysymphonies]

THE GANGS ALL HEREEE!!!!!! My vat7k redesigns

These drawings are kinda messy but!!! They took so long so I’m not cleaning it up :P

Plus a mini doodle comic with a little HC I have. Kinda?? Moon!Varian??? But also kinda not. More like magic radiation from Quirin being near the Moonstone being passed to Varian and my idea on how magic might work

[itsberru]

Zedraan 💫🔥

[dearlawdimasimp]

Master Sorcerer of Kindness and Humility

Pairings: MK System x Sorcerer!Reader, Khonshu x Sorcerer!Reader

Warnings: English isn't my first language, Spanish is from google translate

Word Count: 2.2k+ words

Summary: Things in the Sanctum Santorum has been…pretty fucking hectic lately. To put it simply, chaos is in every fucking corner and as a Master Sorcerer of one of the Sanctums in the world, you have to assist the Sorcerer Supreme. Some things are still the usual, but double the effort. Like teaching the new recruits, now, from three different Sanctums instead of one, keep said recruits from the restricted area of the library, guarding the said restricted area of the library and the whole library itself.

With your growing exhaustion, so did the worry of the moon boys grew.

a/n: Hai so uh it has been awhile since i posted eheh I just noticed i have MANY rotting fics in my docs so decided to post now ( ´∀`)/~~ Enjoy lovelies! (^o^)／~💜 (this fic is crossposted on AO3 under the same title and author name ^-^)

Things in the Sanctum Santorum has been…pretty fucking hectic lately. To put it simply, chaos is in every fucking corner and as a Master Sorcerer of one of the Sanctums in the world, you have to assist the Sorcerer Supreme. Some things are still the usual, but double the effort. Like teaching the new recruits, now, from three different Sanctums instead of one, keep said recruits from the restricted area of the library, guarding the said restricted area of the library and the whole library itself.

The supposed assigned sorcerers for each class told you that they are needed on a mission across the globe and are in need of a substitute, of course being the kind soul that you are you agreed on subbing them for the meantime while they're off to save humanity. The library duty has always been yours though, you volunteered on the job when Wong said he needed someone to take his place as he takes the Sorcerer Supreme, and ever since the world has gone back to its normal state, you remained as the librarian.

Your overloaded schedule leads to early mornings and late nights, and less time with your moon boys™.

To say that they are concerned of your health is a bit of an understatement, they're fucking worried as every time they see you, your eyebags grow darker and puffier than the last time.

But, somehow, even with all the things going on with you (only knowing what you are allowed to talk about), you still insert a little bit of your time to cook Steven his favorite breakfast before he goes to work, you still brew up Mark's favorite coffee, prepare Jake's uniform for his side-job during the night as a limo driver, and bring Khonshu offerings on the small altar you've made for him that is purposefully placed on the windowsill where the moon usually shines.

They are thoroughly impressed, but at the same time endlessly worried as your eyes grow weary and exhausted each time you enter the flat.

However, you still have the same warming smile on your lips every time you greet them after work. Joy was etched into your tone as you kissed them and mingled with them for a few hours, dismissing their worries with gentle eyes and kept on insisting that you love your job. You even still have the fiery stare whenever they tell you to rest and let them handle the dishes, which diminishes when Khonshu lays his hand on your shoulders, coaxing you to rest. The god pulls you to the shared bed and once your head hits the plush white pillows, you're out like a light.

The system continues to take care of cleaning the kitchen before joining their sorcerer in deep sleep and joining you in the dreamworld for a while before the Lunar deity of Egypt pulls them to another night of being his fist of vengeance. They would be back and join you once more in bed, and let sleep pull them to its cocoon. And you wake up not an hour later to start the day.

And this went on for a few more days before the moon boys decided to put an end to this. Their last straw was when you had fallen asleep mid-conversation while in front of your food. You were in that level of exhaustion to the point that you couldn't keep yourself awake while eating. They drew the line at that.

They carefully laid your slumbering self down on the bed before donning on the suit, “We'll be back, hermosa.” Jake held your hand and kissed your knuckles tenderly. “We just need to have a bit of a word with them, love, don't worry.” Steven gently lays your hand down on your stomach and leaves a kiss on your forehead before Marc leaps out of the window and out to the London air as Khonshu guides them with his wind to the London Sanctum.

The trip wasn't long before they landed on the Sanctum's roof. The place was brimming with magic and the system could feel it. Marc tries to enter through the window but the scenery changes before his foot lands on the stained glass. A confused and ungraceful landing led him to curse under his breath as he observed his surroundings.

“Be vigilant, Spector.” The god throws caution to the wind, his rumbling voice echoing in the minds of the system. Marc keeps his snarky remark to the god to himself, wanting to tell the god he knows what he's doing. He rolled his eyes instead as he composures himself, and inspects the room they are in.

The place is reminiscent of those temples that houses holy relics, it was old but in tip-top shape. The floor below him looks furnished and one that can be compared closed to an old mansion, and the slabs holding what he thinks are relics had intricate wood carvings were carefully placed on both sides of the hallway he's in. It was leading to an illuminated room and so he took no more than a second to head to the light.

His eyes wandered around the hallway he's walking down in, Steven was gushing at the designs while he and Jake kept silent and kept an eye for any threat.

The room they entered was spacious, save for the relics enclosed in glass and the big circle window that allowed the moonlight to fill the space. It had intricate swirls which Marc remembers, was the same design of the brooch you have on your collar.

However, it wasn't the window that had caught their attention but rather the man behind it, who was eerily calm while peering out the glass. The London night visible to the man that had a red cape that's barely touching the wooden floors.

“An unexpected visit from the Knight of Khonshu himself. You know, you're lucky you're under the protection of the Master Sorcerer here in London.” The man states with a booming voice, bouncing off the walls and glass in the room. It was humorous, but full of threat.

“Or else what?” Marc quips inattentively, keeping distance from the sorcerer who had yet introduced himself.

“Or else I would have thrown you to the ocean the moment you stepped foot on the Sanctum.” The man's baritone voice lowered an octave as he turned to finally meet Moon Knight's glowing eyes.

He had a goatee and the robes he wore were akin to their beloved but in the deep shade of blue instead of your favorite color.

Goatee. Red cloak. This was the Stephen Strange you can't stop complaining about.

A dry chuckle escaped his lips through his masked face. He believes the sorcerer's powers alright, he just can't keep a straight face after the memory of you audibly cussing Strange out had just played in their minds.

“Right,” Marc takes out his crescent daggers from his chest, “I'm only here-”

“Trust me you don't want to fight me.”

“Let us finish, pendejo!” Jake growls as he fronts, not wanting to waste more time and to get out of the place as soon as possible.

They weren't planning to fight. They weren't stupid. They can feel every ounce of energy and magic in the building. They stepped into a lion's den. But if it is what it needs for these sorcerers to hear them? They will face these magic wielders head on.

It seemed that Strange was a bit perplexed at the alter's rage or maybe it was the suit change, but they couldn't care less.

“We're only here because that Master Sorcerer you talked about is always on the verge of passing out every time they go home.” Marc's jaw clenches under the mask as he continues with a step forward to the sorcerer—who promptly took a step back— as his fingers flex around the sharp gold crescent on his hand, “For the past weeks they have been wrung out and just a while ago, had passed out while eating.” When he finished his sentence the room was suddenly swept with a wild draft, with no windows open.

They were not able to notice the confused and worried squint of the former sorcerer supreme's eyes as Marc continues, his tone nothing but purely scathing.

“My point is, We will not be allowing them to come to work tomorrow and until she gets the proper rest she deserves, and not until you fix her schedule that is ethical and appropriate hours of work.” He ends his spiel right in front of the sorcerer, looking up to him with a keen glare, his glowing ivory eyes illuminating the sharpened features of Stephen Strange.

“Or else?” The sorcerer rasps as he stares right back at the avatar, standing his ground, and using the exact words back to the stark white cloaked man.

As if on cue, stronger gusts of wind shakes the glass covers and uncovered relics. The Egyptian God of the Moon materializes behind the sorcerer and with a booming, bitter voice, he answers, “Then you will face the consequences of causing harm to one of whom is under my protection, Stephen Strange.”

The said sorcerer turns his body to the side to glance at the moon god. In all his glory he was towering over him, moonlight was illuminating his monstrously tall and slender figure as the bronzed crescent end of his staff that is nearly scratching the ceiling reflected it. His loose, darkened, silk robe was flowing and whipping around without the presence of the wind, his crouched figure wrinkling the bandages on his torso as his bleached bird skull head tilted down and gave Stephen a hollowed stare.

With a sigh, which had displeased the moon collective and took it as an insult, he nodded to accept their terms. He honestly had no idea you had worked yourself to the bone and will consult the other Master Sorcerers and Wong of your schedule. He knew you were humble and kind, but he didn't know it would be up to the point that your.. acquaintances.. had to show up and tell them of your over-extended goodwill.

“I will inform our masters of such, thank you for bringing this to our attention.” He ends the conversation as he does not want to deal with whatever this is. He was not intimidated, not one bit—okay maybe a bit but he has faced much worse! What's intimidating him is the fact that a literal god has taken you under his wing and has gone out of his way to announce his displeasure.

“As you should.” And with that, the moon party calmed down before they vanished in a swirl of blur and whirling sand. Let's just say you were confused when you woke up late, about to dash to the bathroom before you were stopped by your moon god and gave you a letter that was sent by the Sorcerer Supreme that basically said take a break. You were perplexed as you stared at the paper then up to the moon god, who ushered you back to bed and lulled you to sleep. When you woke up you were pampered by the boys with food and cuddles, all gently forcing you to stay in bed and to let them service you for the day as they had also taken the day off. You couldn't help but tear up at their tender loving care all day and being such gentlemen for doing such. Your love for them was overflowing and you kept promising them that you would do the same to them if ever need be, which they dismissed because as they said, “Today is all about you, love. So you better descansar(take a rest), and we'll take care of the rest, sweetheart. And not just today, up until the last day of the week or maybe next couple of weeks, you got that baby?”

This has earned a heartful laugh from you and an affectionate shake of your head before pulling them into a kiss. You were puzzled and have a lot of questions as to how or why you were given a large amount of time off but you really couldn't complain especially if it meant more time with your moon boys.

Back to the sanctum however, the former sorcerer supreme was fuming at the how fucked up your schedule was and how fucked up you were for taking it even though you were literally doing the impossible, and the fact that none of the other masters pointed it out to Wong, who was also equally fuming to the masters that had asked you to cover for them for a ‘mission’ when they were just taking a fucking vacation.

"You are lucky their patron didn't know of your whereabouts, or gods knows what he will do to you.” Wong warned them, displeased and infuriated, written all over his features.

Oh but Khonshu heard, of course he did, and made those masters’ month a living hell through inconveniencing them at every chance he gets. To which Strange and Wong only but gave them a deadpanned stare of ‘deal with it’ when they asked for their help.

[hahskeleton]

Sorcerer Eclipse

Lil thing of @witchysolfan’s Sorcerer!Eclipse!! I love him so much along with this AU I am currently obsessed with it XD

GO CHECK THEM OUT THEIR ART AND AUS ARE PHENOMENAL (also I would just like to add that I absolutely adore your sun x eclipse art and just your art/content in general!! You’re doing a great job!!)

[sirenesolace]

SOLAR RETURN CHART 2024!!

Solar return charts usually last until your next one BUT because the year is almost over, i wanted to look at some of the predictions my chart indicated😸 some of them were WILD so hold on tight!!

DISCLAIMER: I am NOT a professional astrologer and these are just OBSERVATIONS I am doing purely for having fun!! My aspects or placements may not turn out like yours so don’t worry 💕 These observations were made thanks to several already written posts on here about solar return charts, my personal experience and some researches😽

HAPPY HOLIDAY ❄️☃️

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VIRGO RISING: starting with the rising sign. I read on here (I’ll try my best to tag the creators), that the year you have Virgo rising on your solar return chart, will one of your busiest years, and BOY WAS I BUSY. I started college (as indicated with my packed 9th house) and every time I thought I could relax there was a new assignment to do or notes to take for a class. I was practically drowning in homework.

SATURN + NEPTUNE 7TH HOUSE: because I was so busy all the time, i barely had time to really form any romantic relationship even tho I daydreamed about it a lot (Neptune). I was rejecting people + dates left and right, because I was busy but also I am very inexperienced with relationships: so I was sorta scared of diving into them. (Saturn representing blockage and fears in the house of relationships). Another interesting point was me manifesting and visualizing a relationship with a specific man (Neptune)

9TH HOUSE STELLIUM: I not only started college this year, but I also traveled a lot! A lot of my travels were done by plane this year. I went to a whole new country, and visited some family in another country.

4TH HOUSE LORD IN THE 9TH: the 4th house sign is Jupiter, and it’s placed in the 9th house; because I am going to college in a new country, I moved away from my home country. I’m already settled in and I absolutely LOVE the city I’m studying in😸! The people there are so freaking sweet and nice!

SUN + VENUS IN 11th HOUSE: I made sooo much friends this year and I’ve gotten so much compliments 🤭 I also became so confident this year, and that reflected in my reality. Compliments from strangers were so common this year. People would literally walk up to me and tell me the most unique compliments. It wouldn’t be the 11th house if i didn’t talk about social media. I started posting so much more on my socials (which is funny because before my solar return I took a social media break). I gained so much followers and overall focus on posting + creating content. Also I took manifesting seriously this year and gotten so much of my desires.

CHIRON 8TH HOUSE: I avoided having intimate relationships so much this year💀 Not necessarily a bad thing for me, but it’s very paradoxical knowing that I was wishing to have it so bad. I honestly was very avoidant and kinda scared to be intimate because I never experienced it AND before I can be intimate, I have to truly love someone intensely. That didn’t happen so I’m actually glad I wasn’t intimate with anyone. The solar return chart will run all the way to 2025 until my birthday (July 12th) so who knows 😛

JUNO 21°, 1ST HOUSE: I kid you not, a stranger that saw me at my hotel (while on vacation in a foreign country) asked my mom for my hand in marriage 😭😭 my mom speaks little English so he google translated what he needed to say to my mom💀 Juno in the 21st degree makes it interesting because it’s linked to Sagittarius: languages, foreign countries and long distance .

MOON 5°, 1ST HOUSE: I read on here (pls help me tag the creator) that planets at a 5° signify change. The moon is linked to menstrual cycles and because 2024 was a leap year, there was a change in my cycle. I also became better at regulating my emotions (I started meditating, doing breath work and Yoga) and became better at transmuting them so I could persist in my manifestation instead of having break downs about my reality.

LEO MERCURY IN 12TH HOUSE: I DID ACTING!! One of the things I manifested for myself. I did theatre and I had so much fun playing the character. The ugly side was that I was extremely drained from doing homework, coming late from rehearsal and I was barely sleeping + eating (literally had a breakdown multiple time and I was hopping they would kick me out the show). One of the directors (FUCK THAT BITCH) literally didn’t care fr and acted like she did. It’s a relief my mom came to visit the week before the big show and stayed with me till now. I was well fed and had so much energy because of it. Show went extremely well and my cast members kept mentioning how much the audience always were more responsive when I was on stage, so that made me so happy that they loved it🥹 One thing is that I’m never joining the theatre club again. It’s extremely demanding with my time and as much as I enjoyed acting, what I went through wasn’t worth my sanity😭 The next time I will be acting, I know it will be film acting instead because i didn’t enjoy theatre acting that much.

VIRGO AURA CONJUNCT ASC: this one was super interesting. People kept telling me you give off the vibe of someone who’s super intelligent, organized, confident and focused on her study. The word “aura” at the moment is very well known to mean “someone who radiates a lot of power/confidence” and people have told me I do radiate that; because of it I’ve gained a lot of suitors and admires (men and women).

PLUTO 5TH HOUSE: This one is gonna be a STRETCH but, I think Pluto here kinda explains me feeling burnt out about theatre 😭 the 5th house does govern this so I think it makes sense. 5th house also governs crushes and casual relationships, and i tried to avoid these as much as possible this year. I will say that I did have at least 1 crush this year which was super exciting knowing that I haven’t had one for 3 years. He acted like a “know it all”, was not a gentleman, did nicotine (one of my biggest turn offs) and when I finally did want to make time for him/ tried to reciprocate his feelings (because he literally loved me from the first time we met💀), he kept giving me mixed signals. I take a mixed signals as a “No” so I immediately stopped giving him any attention after that.

I hope you guys had as much fun reading as I had fun making this😽

[kittyofalltrades]

The Moon and The Sorcerer PT 4

The Moon and The Sorcerer Pt 4

The topic of the flowers comes up

Pairing:Marc Spector x Reader, Jake Lockley x Reader, Steven Grant x Reader

Words: 2638

Rating: Mature MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ ONLY

Beta: @welcometostayingawake (THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!)

Warnings: Show Canon DID, ANGST

Marc didn’t do well with conflict, and finding out that his less familiar alter had met his girl and sent her flowers made him want to gnash his teeth in irritation. In the headspace, he demanded Steven let him take the front so he could sort this out. Instead, Steven had made dinner plans for later so they could talk. What the hell did that mean? Talk about what?

You spent the rest of the shift somewhat anxious. Steven had been uncharacteristically quiet and you didn’t know how to handle it. You missed his chatter, and his easy smiles, the silence and short answers weren’t something you were used to. You knew you hadn’t done anything wrong but you felt like you had, and by the end of your shift you were almost in tears. 

“Dinner at our first date spot?” Steven confirmed as you clocked out and gathered your flowers. 

“If you still want to see me,” you replied quietly. The overwhelming feeling that you had done something wrong was still there. 

The soft words finally clued Steven in that something was bothering you. 

“What’s wrong, love?” He asked in confusion. 

“You’ve barely spoken to me all day, and when you have you’ve been short with me,” you whispered. You tilted your head down to hide the tears that were starting to form in the corners of your eyes. “If you want to break up with me, just do it now.”

“Oh, baby no,” Marc told you as he wretched control of the body from Steven. He pulled you into his arms to wrap you in a tight hug. “We don’t want to break up with you, we want to understand what happened with Jake. It’s a lot to process. You know that somebody else met your alter first.”

Even folded against Marc’s chest, crushing the pretty flowers, a few tears slipped from the corners of your eyes wetting his shirt. You didn’t believe they didn’t want to break up with you. Why else would Steven have been so short with you? Especially over flowers that you’d explained right away. They were just trying to spare your feelings at work, that’s all. You hated how you still clung to Marc even when you were convinced that he was going to leave you. 

“I swear to you, on both Gus’, that we aren’t breaking up with you,” Marc whispered while he stroked your hair, almost as if he could read your thoughts. He swore on the fish because he knew how much the pair of fish meant to Steven, and he knew you’d believe him this way.

You sniffled softly and spoke against his chest, “You leave the two of them out of this.”

“How about I take you to our place and make you dinner tonight instead of going out,” Marc suggested. Making dinner in the privacy of his home sounded much more enticing than the restaurant and it would help assure you that he meant what he said. 

You sniffled again and nodded. He wouldn’t take you to his place if he really expected to dump you, would he? You wiped the tears away and pulled away from him. 

“Your place in an hour,” you confirmed. Once Marc nodded you shifted your grip on the flowers and hurried out of the museum, heading home and arranging the flowers on the table by your door. You were half tempted to throw them away but it seemed wasteful when Jake had brought them as a thank you gesture. 

Jake sat in the headspace fuming. He could hear all the not so charitable things Marc had to say about him over the delivery of the flowers and he resolved to do it again. They shared the body, he didn't understand why buying their girl flowers was so bad. Admittedly, it had been the floral equivalent of asking her out. But still, they hadn’t needed to be so curt with her. She hadn’t done anything wrong. “Oh, querida I hadn’t expected this response,” Jake whispered to himself. He wished he could reach out and hug her, but taking the body in the middle of the day like this wasn’t acceptable. When tears formed in her eyes, Jake was moments away from snatching the body, but Marc got there first, comforting her while she let a few tears slip. If these idiots ruined their relationship with her over flowers from him, he was going to make their lives a living hell. 

Once you’d showered and changed clothes, you summoned a portal outside Steven’s door. He’d told you that you could portal in anytime but today didn’t seem like the day for that. You took a deep breath and knocked. Barely a minute passed before Marc opened the door. His curls were slicked back and he wasn’t wearing Steven’s work clothes anymore, instead wearing his own fitted jeans, with Steven’s rubber duck apron and a smear of flour across his cheek. He looked so frazzled that you briefly forgot why you were there. 

“Do you need help with dinner?”  you asked him softly while you stepped around him. 

“I’ve never made this particular sauce before and it’s all going to hell,” Marc said while he dragged his hand through his hair. 

You could smell burnt milk as you stepped around the corner into the kitchen. There was a small army of measuring cups, bowls, and milk containers. You turned to look at Marc questioningly and he gave you a shrug. “What were you trying to cook? Because this looks like a disaster zone,” you told him while you turned off the stove and transferred the burnt bechamel to the sink. 

“Some fancy French pasta,” Marc replied with a groan. “Leave the fancy French pasta to fancy French people,” you told him with an eye roll. “You could have made something simple and I would have been happy. Now you have to run to Tesco.” 

You took the little notepad off of Steven’s fridge and jotted down a list of things that would be needed to salvage dinner for tonight. Passing the list to Marc, he gave you a raised eyebrow as you pushed him towards the door. You just gestured at the mess of a kitchen wordlessly. You could swear there was burnt sauce on the ceiling. A quick glance showed you were right and you pointed upward at it, and when Marc glanced up after you, he grimaced. You’d won the silent argument for the moment.

“I’ll be back in twenty minutes, I’d tell you not to burn the place down but I already started the process,” Marc said while he gathered everything he’d need for the quick trip.

Once the door clicked closed behind Marc, you rolled up your sleeves and got to work. You did a few complicated hand motions and started to magically clean the dishes. There was no way you’d get it done otherwise. Once they were spotless, dry and put away, you turned to the mess on the stove wall and ceiling. How he’d managed to splash sauce everywhere was a mystery to you. 

By the time Marc returned with the items you’d asked for, the kitchen was completely spotless. He was surprised that you’d managed to do so much in such a short time. Even the dishes from two nights ago were washed and put away, and there was a pot of water quietly boiling on the stove. “You didn’t have to do all this,” Marc told you.

“Well, you went to the shops so I need to kill some time,” you replied and started to unload the bags. 

Lining up everything you needed from the bag to make Lemon Ricotta pasta, you set out to make one of the few vegetarian meals that you and Marc fully agreed on. You flowed around his kitchen, cooking and humming softly to yourself while Marc watched you. You watched him open his mouth several times to try to talk, but you shook your head no. If he spoke now, you might not finish dinner.

Once the plates of pasta were plated and you both sat at Steven’s table, you ate in silence. And it was a heavy and almost oppressive silence. You tried to start a conversation but it all seemed to fizzle out into nothing in an instant. So you both continued to eat in silence.

Once dinner was finished, Marc washed and put away the dishes while you retreated to their bedroom. You kicked off your shoes and sat crossed legged in the center of the bed near the floor length mirror. You used magic to pull it closer so that Steven could be a part of the conversation, too, even if you couldn’t see him. You had yet to master the spell that would make it so he could appear to you outside of the occasional glimpse.

Marc stepped around the corner and was surprised to see that you’d pulled the mirror closer to the bed. But he knew this was coming at some point. This talk, this big one where he had to reveal his life to somebody other than his ex wife and Steven. With a heavy sigh, Marc kicked off his shoes and climbed into the bed with you, positioned so that he could still see Steven, who was giving him an encouraging nod. 

“First, tell me what happened when you were with him,” Marc asked gently. You leaned back against the headboard, trying to figure out where to start, but the gap in seeing Steven seemed to be the best place. “The last time I saw Steven was when we you know in the back room. A few days passed with no word from either of you and I started to worry until who I thought was Steven showed up. He was limping and didn’t really seem all that different, he told me he’d gotten mugged. I believed him until I started healing him and he started swearing in Spanish. Then, he told me his name was Jake Lockley,” you explained. 

“Spanish? I don’t know Spanish, do you Marc?” Steven asked from the mirror. 

“We don’t speak Spanish,” Marc confirmed to you and Steven.

“He did, fluently. Once he swore in Spanish, he told me that Khonshu had sent him on a mission and he’d been badly injured, but he didn’t want to risk the hospital so he came to me pretending to be Steven because he knew I’d heal Steven.” Before you could say more Marc bolted off the bed and yelled at the ceiling. “Khonshu, get your bony ass here right now! You owe us an explanation!” Marc waited a minute before he realized he wasn’t going to get a response from the moon god. “I swear I hate him so much…”

“Wait, he’s actually real?” you asked in disbelief. “You’re dating a man with three personalities and not even the main alter, you’re a sorcerer, and you’re worried about the moon god? What do your priorities look like?” Marc asked in a teasing tone. 

“I’m just glad she doesn’t think we’re completely mad,” Steven said with a shrug from the mirror. “Ask her about him pretending to be me. What did he say or do? Ask about the flowers, too.”Marc glared at Steven in the mirror. For just a few seconds he’d managed to forget why they were here. “Steven wants to know how Jake pretended to be him and what the flowers mean.” 

The flowers were the last thing you wanted to talk about, so you saved them for last. “His hair was messy like Steven’s, he wore one of Steven’s shirts and even had Steven’s gait. If I hadn’t spent so much time around Steven I might have thought it was him.” “If he’s been here this entire time, it would make sense that he could impersonate us. What tipped you off that it wasn’t Steven?”

“I’m not telling you. I don’t want him pretending to be Steven around me anymore.” “You can’t really fault her, Marc. It must have been a nasty shock when it happened.”

Marc shrugged. “Fine, what about  the flowers?” “Blush roses signify a ‘blossoming romance’, cornflower for ‘hope in love’, sweet william for ‘gallantry’, honeysuckle for ‘devoted affection’, and tied with a red ribbon symbolizes a bouquet of courting. He’s saying he likes me,” you whispered. You were staring down at the bed as you told him and the worry that they were going to dump you reappeared. “Do you have feelings for him?” Marc asked softly. 

“I don’t know. I only healed him and then he left.”

“Do you think there’s a chance of caring for him like you care for us?” 

“I don’t know, Marc. I only met him once, for less than twenty minutes. If you’re looking for an excuse to break up with me, just do it so I can go home,” you told him softly. Tears had started to leak down your face again while you waited for him to say something.

“Marc, tell her we aren’t breaking up with her! Tell her now,” Steven urged. When Marc didn’t immediately reply, Steven tried to take back control of the body. But the few shots of alcohol he’d had before dinner was enough to keep him firmly in control. “Marc tell her or we are going to lose her and be alone. I don’t care if she likes Jake, too. I just don’t want to lose her and be alone anymore.” Steven was sobbing now as he kept trying to wretch control of the body back and failing.

“We aren’t breaking up with you,” Marc said softly. “I promise, we aren’t. I considered it, but we’re not.” When you heard the word considered, you started sobbing in earnest. “So you lied to me earlier, you were going to break up with me.” “When Steven invited you to dinner, I had planned to. But seeing you and Steven cry I just can’t do that to you both, or myself.”

You harshly wiped the tears from your eyes and punched Marc in the arm. “Ow! What was that for?” 

“You made Steven cry,” you said with a sob. “And you lied to me.”

Marc gathered you up into his arms and shifted to lean against the headboard. He could admit that he deserved far worse than a punch to the arm for making Steven cry. It’s just everytime Jake showed up, he left bodies behind, and he didn’t want you to be one of them. Jake’s affection for you was a good sign that he’d be willing to look after you instead of possibly hurt you. 

Marc held you in his arms until your sobs finally quieted. He meant for you to climb off his lap when you felt better but he looked down to find you asleep in his arms. He tried to shift you to the bed but you clung to his clothes keeping him firmly in place. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and whispered an apology to you that he was certain you didn’t hear. He offered one to Steven as well. 

“It’s both our lives, Marc, you can’t just make decisions like that without consulting me, you absolute wanker,” Steven growled while he angrily wiped the tears from his eyes. If he could punch Marc for what he just attempted, he would as well. 

“It’s all three of us, hermano,” Jake added even though he knew the other two couldn’t hear him. He needed to find a way to make himself heard over the wall that separated them. 

Marc fell asleep holding you, surprisingly comfortable considering the position he was in. He’d apologise to you again in the morning and try to make it up to you anyway he knew how. 

Part 3

[tarnussy]

silly hat enjoyers

[ikol-cosplay]

Yeah I think comic Loki is neat, I'm normal about them tho

[deus-ex-arcana]

My sister and I collaborated on some very good and important elden ring fanart

[salokorai]

ok yeah we got three deaths. Its a good card, what can I say.

Justice belongs to Dekan Moira Yael, a wizard from the academy of battle magics in Commdolme. As a character, my players loved and hated her, as she made some rather cruel decisions but was overall a competent wizard.

The hanged man is Ser Gauvain and the personal knight of Lady Ysolde Acroux. He exists only for her. 100% commitment. Biggest golden retriever ever.

Now lets get to the deaths... Two of them are player characters. The first card is Ludwic, a circle of the moon druid that lost his home and is trying to stop other people from losing their homes and families. The second card is Lady Allaris Eclair, the countess of Ludwic's home, Silv Paix, who burned her entire land and city down and then left the country in service of the demon lord of vengeance, Aeshma. The third card is a player character, an aberrant mind sorcerer and fathomless warlock called Ikal, one of the few Varathi that are left to travel the plane after their entire culture was destroyed by the pantheon of the gods. They were sorta bad people, you see. But now they are sad people. His death card is kind of a bonus card for the player, and it is very edgy. It shows is Tasha's Otherworldy Guise that he chose to use ONLY because it makes him look edgy. I 100% understand and support this.