#this is about the candle btw and power. how to control something

[hermit-frog]

nothing to add. whenever you see Armand be 'nice' and 'soft' on your screen, think of this 1st before making lovey-dovey theories

[horsemeatluvr23]

You get two headcanon lists today :D The found family vibes with these guys are really strong btw - Weighted blanket anon

- Never tell a hermit something is impossible. They don’t believe in that word. Anything is possible if you try hard enough.

- Bdubs is terrified of the dark, all the hermits he visits regularly have nightlights set up in case he stays the night. He’s super embarrassed about it though.

- Etho, Zed and Gem have stuffed animal collections, they arrange playdates for their stuffed animals on a weekly basis.

- The Hermitcraft server itself is sentient. She’s very protective of her members.

- Stress, Xisuma, Joel, Doc, Joe, Skizz and Impulse regularly meet up to make and talk music.

- Tango purrs when happy.

- False experiences episodes of terrible paranoia, the hermits do everything in their power to help her through them.

- Ren puts on plays for his friends all the time, he loves acting, he loves getting into character and telling a story! The hermits are more than happy to watch his plays or even participate in them.

- Pearl is teaching Mumbo how to draw!

- Mumbo, Scar and Grian do photography together.

- Mumbo loves to shove himself into the smallest spaces, they’re nice and cozy!

- Xisuma gets really bad brain fog sometimes, Scar helped him accept that it’s not something he can control and that it’s okay! He’s learnt that it can lead to some pretty funny moments.

- Hermits would kill for each other, no questions asked. Actually I think they would just kill, no questions asked.

- Iskall likes to bite people.

i imagine lots of hermits donating nightlights to bdubs because "they make a space more cosy at night" or "little lights are so pretty they make your base look so cute", and they say the same thing about the candles and glow berry vines and fairy lights they keep in their houses just in case bdubs wants to sleep over

also i Heavily support the all hermits purr when they're happy agenda... or at least the equivalent of purring... they're all silly little animal hybrids to me

[i-swear-its-only-ironical]

So, I did Latin for 7 years. WAIT, STOP HEAR ME OUT!

I did my final school exam on Ovid's "Metamorphoses" and the one thing that significantly shaped my view on media was Ovid's understanding of love.

When we think about romance and romantic love today, we tend to think of it as a saving grace, something that completes you. Falling in love in fiction implies a positive bond, something that will eventually help you. There are whole subgenres on the idea that "Love can save you"; "The Power of Love" is a pretty famous trope, right?

Now, Ovid also saw falling in love as a strong but, alas not always one that saves you. In almost every myth he reinterpreted in his "Metamorphoses" love creates - but only through destruction. Here, love is a force of nature, something even the gods aren't immune against. Love is rapturous and terrifying, more an uncontrollable forest fire than a tender candle flame. Love is complicated, the very act of falling so big that no one can even measure the effects it will have on the individual, the community, the world.

One of my favourite scenes in the poetic cycle tells the story about Apollo arguing with Cupido (son of Venus, basically her right hand). It goes like this:

Young Apollo just slew a beast. Standing on it, bloody bow in hand, he spots Cupido and brags: "Look at my skill, my power. I am the element tipping scales in wars, only one hit with my arrow is enough to kill the most gigantic monsters. What can you do with your weak bow, your mediocre arrows? Love, this feeble thing? Forever I will be the better archer between the both of us."

And Cupido, angry, just smiles: "My arrow may not kill any beast in one strike, but it'll strike you. And it'll destroy.

And it does. Apollo gets hit by an arrow and immediately falls in love with the nymph Daphne. Cupido also hits her with an arrow, not one for love but for eternal hate.

Long story short: Apollo runs after her, she begs her father, a river, to help her. He transforms her into a laurel tree, causing Apollo's heart to break. This is why he gets portrayed with a laurel crown in mythological pictures. He wears it to never forget his first love.

This, btw, is one of a gazillion stories where Apollo falls in love with someone and that person dies, gets transformed into flora or eternally hates him. Just because he messed with Cupido once (1)! Cupido and his mother Venus are incredibly petty and power hungry. Ovid's message is rather clear: do not fuck with love! Do not underestimate it! Don't try controlling the forest fire, you will burn yourself.

Love and the loss of it, in Ovids works, is more often than not associated with pain, sometimes implied to be worse than death, sometimes implied to be better than heaven. It creates, it destroys, it lets you learn and fall and stand up again. Love isn't something positive (or negative) - it just is. And you have to deal with that, whether you like it or not.

And I love the implications with this conceptualisation, because love hurts although it may be right, it may be cute, it may be essential. "Uwu such a cute romance sto-" NO. Cute? Love isn't cute, love is bigger than your tiny, short, pathetic life. Love is uncontrollable. Love is chaos.

Sooo, this is a fandom post after all, so I'll get to Stolitz now. If you're just here for me fangirling about Ovid (love that guy, we stan someone that knows his metrics), you can check out now. Hope you had fun reading!

If you think about love like Ovid things about it, isn't it oh-so-understandable why Blitzø fears it so much? It ties you to someone, you float in an ocean and everywhere you look, you see only horizon and waves. And for someone that only has experience with how love destroys (flashback with Fizz birthday, also whatever the fuck happened with his twin sister Barbie) falling of course feels like fucking drowning. You try to act normal, as if there would be normal ground under your feet. You don't try to swim (why bother? Never worked out anyway) and because you don't even try, you start sinking, choking on your own infatuation, with no safe haven, no anchor, no land in sight. You're alone, lungs filling with water, slowly losing consciousness while the sounds of the earth above you are getting quieter, the world desaturated of its colour.

"Are you afraid to love people, Blitzy?" - Of course he is? Why wouldn't he? Are you afraid of forest fires?

And to add on that: he feels completely alone in his own conscious, his emotions for Stolas. Because like hell he'd be vulnerable in front of his friends or crush. He's way to deep anyway, everything is dark blue. No one will hear you and even if: you would not want them to listen. Blitzø wants to drown in silence, not having a say in if he drowns at all because, like I said, love is way too big for you to control.

Similar with Stolas, although his view on the fire isn't that pessimistic. He knows how powerful emotions are and doesn't even try to contain them. At first, he almost revels in the waves. Did you ever swim at night, the stars above you multiplied by the water below you? There is nothing but the waves and the stars and the sky. There is nothing, there is everything. Stolas likes loving, he sees beauty and contempt in it. But eventually he sees that there isn't land in sight, that you alone cannot survive this vastness of nature also.

You cannot control the Ocean, cannot control the forest fire, but you can try to coordinate. This is the only way to survive this terrifying ordeal called love.

So he swims, tries to swim at least and he looks for Blitzø, realising they'll both go down with this relationship if they won't find the other between the waves. And he swims and swims, screaming, while Blitzø drowns him out. He cannot hear him, because he cannot accept that pretending there is land under your feet won't magically make the ocean disappear. He'd need to swim, but what good did that ever cause him?

Ok that's all. Thank you. :)

[yourfriendlyshapeshiftermonsters]

Hey, I wasn’t sure if you liked getting asks or not so if you’re uncomfortable or don’t want to don’t feel like you have to respond :)

I was just curious about the II Au you were talking about. It sounds really interesting!

Are you kidding.

I LOVE.GETTING ASKS. Especially about my au. Oh dear lord you don't understand how many idea has been stuck onto my brain but i also cannot function at all lmao ANYWAY.

My au is named Scrambled Destiny!

It's honesty just somewhat of an swap au, an au with the twist of it was me putting them all into a randomizer into other character and see how i can piece all of their stories all together and see how different things would be while also trying to stay into the original character. And so that's why it's named scrambled destiny! Tho,some of the randomizer was a bit too random for me. So i will choose the new roles of them myself,leaving some also blank because i haven't thoughts about them too much,i hope you don't mind that!

Sorry that it's kinda difficult to explain and i could be completely wrong about a certain characters! So ask me if you don't understand some of what i was saying. I really don't mind to explain my stories in details really!! Anyway,

✨Here are the list of characters and what their new roles are: ✨

It's "characters (what they are now as)" btw, everything here may change in the future

Season 1:

Balloon (bow)

Candle (paintbrush)

Cabby (pepper)

Oj (salt)

Goo (lightbulb)

Life ring (pickle)

Tea kettle (paper)

Mic (nickel)

Soap (baseball)

Nickel (balloon)

Silver spoon (oj)

Rex / Mephone4s (mephone)

Season 2:

Apple (yang)

Marshmellow (yin)

Bow (fan)

Bot (testube)

Box (dough)

Cherries (suitcase)

Taco (mic)

Thropy (knife)

Paper (box)

Cheesy (thropy)

Springy (toilet)

Me phone (mepad)

Ballpoint pen (cobs)

Inanimate insanity: Detective Oj (salt and pepper dimension(may change the name later))

This alternate universe doesn't actually have much in common with the og,most of what's here are a fresh idea so i will list all the casts instead

Book (coffee/the crazy nemesis)

Guitar

Mephone 2s

Some random police ig

Testube

Season 3:

Balloon (bot)

Yin (candle)

Yang (silver spoon)

Lightbulb (clover)

Cobs (springy)

Ghost / Mepad (dr fizz/ballpoint pen?)

Testube

A bit undecided:

Paint brush (soap)

Fan (cabby)

Knife (tea kettle)

Pickle (lifering)

Suitcase (marshmallow)

I haven't had an idea yet (you can give me suggestions if you wanted)

Baseball, bomb, pepper, salt, dough, testube, tissue, floor

Almost all of the mephones will not be swapped,and are instead going to be just a bit of cameo and little supporting lore

This au are including:

cobs got jailed for presumably kidnapping,abuse,resisting arrest and a lot more! Making him loose his childs products and company custody to his work partners ballpoint pen causing the company to get rebranded and the me phones to live long enough to develop a long range of emotions,feelings and trauma that they have their own way to cope with their daddy issues and also cause cobs to be pretty petty to them. Wanting to have controls of what he used to have back or at least what's similar to it. Which is buying a studio and run it through the ground. (Just like Disney)

Dw tho,ballpoint pen is great at dadying. Or well at least try to. Juggling at taking care of 7(+) kids and the company take a lot of energy and will power

All of the mephones will get a brand new name! Well,mostly it's actually just a name they start to call each other when the mephones did something stupid and embarrassing but they are now forever stuck in that nickname because they suck at being creative and the only time they got creative is when they bully each other... But hey!! New name!!¡! :D

Bow and bot being a ghost sibling who possessed a bot body to get out of the purgatory mansion later on also took balloon to be into their family! Now becoming the younger/middle sibling (box too) and later on also made balloon a bot body too so they can go to a VIP invitation to sour lemon. Which is.. Yknow,actually season 3 so it gonna be a mess a bit to see some people you used to know that also seen your death so. Whoops dedo

Testube lab is now bow&bot lab that they found deep down at the purgatory mansion,it was filled with.. Many questionable things but they took care of it

Balloon death effecting many of the contestants life. Since he's bow here heh.i just think it would be funny hehe... Meanwhile balloon is just vibing with his newfound family at the purgatory mansion with bow and bot. Heh.

The hotel actually is. A hotel for visitors and contestants,with some of the contestants even work at it such as: oj, cabby, tea kettle, life ring, soap, mic

Instead of inanimate insanity infinity, oj and cabby are now the main protagonist of a 90s detective comic

Inanimate insanity season 1 have most of their contestants being a teenager somewhere on 15-19 is with the exception of the adults being life ring and tea kettle somewhere on 24-27 (idk,i really haven't decided the exact age yet)

Season 1 & season 2 have a range of 7 year happens,making season 2 have all of their cast at least a young adults

ANDDDDDD many more that i forgot the list of.

Really. I forgot

You may ask many questions as you like about my au really, like what story i planned a specific characters to have and what was their arc gonna be or somethingz like that. i am insane about them :).

Here have some random concepts art i like the most:

Oke,i'm done on my rambles,ba bye for now 👋

[woklf54-blog]

Weiss is one of the strongest characters on Remnant and I'm tired of pretending she's not.

OK. Bold statement I know but, in this post, I will prove why I think that at the very least. So, in the show we know that Weiss can one:

Summon enemies she killed in the past

Summon just parts of past enemies (Worthy)

Can change the size of her summons (Unforeseen Complications)

Her summons can teleport through her glyphs (Dread in the air)

Make platform glyphs

Augment her glyphs using dust (there are 12 kinds btw)

Can control and manipulate dust (Ice fist the tournament and Lighting the candles in Brunswick farm)

Can use her what seem to be base glyphs to hold things in place (End of White trailer)

Can use (what I call) “Moonshot” (End of White trailer)

Has excellent fencing and sword fighting skills

Can skate on her glyphs

Use time dilation

Tactical minded (wiki)

And based on what I can gather most likely has a lot of aura since apparently according to the wiki. Semblances use aura as a power source. With how semblance heavy Weiss’s fighting style is she should have something close to Jaune’s level

Also, it can be used as power source apparently (JLxRWBY P1)

With all of this I feel as though it really just takes a little bit of creativity and suddenly Weiss can best 95% of the characters in RWBY. But Weiss has low endurance and glyphs are breakable. Is what you might be saying and honestly that just straight up doesn’t make sense like, how many years has she trained in order to be a huntress.

Fencing is not easy to learn and having a good base of endurance is necessary in order to learn any weapon because how tiring it can be to hold a weapon. Now I’m not saying Myrtenaster is as heavy as Crescent Rose or something but even something that is lightweight can become insanely heavy when you have to use it for a long time.

Now getting into some interpretation territory, why would Weiss who comes off as a hardworking studier who seems to be a perfectionist not have a good base of endurance when she knows that Grimm isn't just going to wait for her to catch her breath real quick. Some arguments I’ve seen used for Weiss’s lack of endurance are the White Fang lieutenant smashing her head into the ground and trying to decapitate her and Nora hitting her into a concrete pillar.

This is horrible reasoning in my opinion as to why Weiss has low endurance. Do you really think that the other girls could have survived that hit on the train? Do you think Blake could’ve totally tanked that hit and been fine? Ruby? Hell Yang? Yang got taken out by a weaker hit in the same fight sequence.

In Yang and Neo’s fight, Yang misses all of her punches while Neo lands a couple of hits on Yang then throws Yang into the metal roof and knocks her out.

Weiss on the other hand lands all her attacks and was then grabbed out of the air and had her fucking head slammed into the metal floor then throw into the air and almost decapitated by a fucking chainsaw. Like what, who the fuck could’ve survived that hit cus it sure as shit isn’t Yang.

And the Nora food fight once again I ask could Blake survive that hit? Could Ruby? Sure, I think Yang could’ve but that doesn’t change the fact that just about anyone else couldn't. So, in conclusion I think Weiss is one of the strongest characters in RWBY.

Also here are some of my ideas of how cool but OP Weiss’s semblance can be.

Summon a Beowulf dual wielding great swords

Use water dust to recreate a dolphin uppercut paying homage to final fantasy

Have her use any kind of dust to make copies of her friends and make them move

Use wind and ice dust to mimic a voice box and copy others voices

Use time dilation at all

Use the “Moon shot” more as that was really cool

Have a sparring match with everyone else with no semblances being used as a rule

Use any other dust than just gravity, ice, fire and electric

Have Weiss cover the ground in ice and use her ice skating abilities to her advantage

Summon an army of small Grimm to crawl on her opponents to unnerve them

Summon a really big Grimm

Summon a small Grimm and recreate old kaiju movies like Godzilla

Use her summons as entertainment like a dinner and a show

Have a butler Beowulf that has a little bowtie

Have her kill steal new enemies so she can summon them later

Have her insist that she gets all final blows to be able summon it later

Go hunting with beowulfs and Atlesian knights

Have her crush a building by using gravity glyphs

Have her throw a building using gravity glyphs

Show Weiss sewing dust into her clothing

Show Weiss doing maintenance on Myrtenaster

Have Weiss be indignant about Myrtenaster being use a charger for everybody's scrolls

Have Weiss sleep with Myrtenaster right next to her on the bed like Ruby

With how rich Weiss is at the beginning of the story have her pay people to build robots and mechs with wild and wacky abilities and have her “fight” them so she can summon them

Have her ride her summons (beowulfs, griffons, nevermores, ect)

Have her summon all of her fluffiest summons and cuddle them

Have her summon her paladin and manually wreck shop in it

Use her summons as recon in stealth situations

Use a fire glyph and platform glyph to cook food

Have her cuddle a boarbatusk to sleep

Hold an enemy in place using a gravity glyph and drown them using a water glyph

Use two gravity glyphs to break an enemy’s bones or collapse their organs

Use a gravity glyph to hold an enemy in place

Use a gravity glyph to rip the weapon out of an enemy's hand

Use a gravity glyph to shoot their bullet right back at them

Have her use platform glyphs in every picture so she the tallest one

Have her freeze tree bark so she can fix her appearance

Have use a plant glyph (yes that is a dust type) to make flower crowns for her team

Have her use a plant glyph to make poison plants appear

Have her use a plant glyph to get healing herbs

Have a gag wear she walks away and makes a rock house using a rock glyph

Have her cover the ground in rock glyphs and have them shoot up to attack

Have her mix gravity and lightning dust to make a magnet and steal peoples silverware when they're not looking

Have her blow dry her hair with a wind glyph

What are some of your ideas? and why do you think Weiss got so shafted by the writing team.

Link. To original Reddit post.

[viridiave]

Daylight Prairie- Creatures of the Light (lore dump)

I've had a couple of theories and headcanons stirring around my head regarding Prairie for a while now- so right here we're gonna tie some of them together cuz I haven't lored in a good long while XD

Note- btw I'm not part of beta so this is purely just me- a crackhead- putting together a crackpot narrative. SOME spoilers for Eden are present.

<THE CEREMONIAL WORSHIPPERS>

okay these guys drive me fucking nuts

We barely know anything about these guys- and what little we do know is derived purely from their closed off uh... Worshipping space. Look at this freaking thing.

In the middle of nowhere. Surrounded by clouds for miles. Fairly advanced diamond technology. Altars with graves decked out in gold and candles. The mechanism for the entrance to the elevator to begin with is fairly complex as well- activated by butterflies and the butterflies don't even die in the process. And to top everything off, this place has a portal that leads directly to the Prairie Temple.

If this isn't sus I don't know what is- but I think I have an explanation.

There are six spaces for six more people that we are not aware of. The only people we DO know of is one bald person in the short garb and another bald person in the long garb. I propose that these six missing people are the Whisperers.

Which is... pretty out there, I know. Counting the 'voices' that we get in game, (including the ones from previous Seasons like Lightseekers and Sanctuary) we have one for Birds, Whales, Mantas, Memories, Crabs, and Jellyfish. For now, we're not counting either Butterflies or Krill- and I'll explain why in a bit.

As for the initial proposition that these Whisperers are the missing six, first we need to ask ourselves what exactly it was that the Worshippers were... worshipping. There is a possible god of which we see in game, and the name of this god is the Megabird.

Megabird here was heavily present in concepts, and in the final product we only ever get to see traces of her and heck to this day we're not sure if she's a canon entity in the final game at all. Megabird as an entity in the concepts is basically the god overseeing the world of Sky and is comprised entirely of light. It's unclear whether or not the Ancestors were aware of her existence after or even before the King rose to power. The Elders themselves are likely privy to this information, but somehow I doubt that it's something anyone wanting to assert control over their people would encourage.

There's certainly the possibility that these Worshippers were a religious sect dedicated to the Elders themselves- but since I'm here trying to propose that they're worshipping something tangential to the possible actual god, we're going to assume this isn't the case. On that note-

<THE WORSHIPPERS WERE DEVOUT TO LIGHT ITSELF>

I propose that the Ceremonial Worshippers valued the Light above all else- and this worship was extended towards the light creatures themselves.

'Oi. Vir. Crabs are DARK Creatures.'

Not all of them. Heck, a dark crab might not have been the norm back then, but that's a stretch and besides- the fact is that these crabs on the far end of Sanctuary are docile.

Keep in mind that these followers were stationed in Prairie, of all places. You know what else is in Prairie? Sanctuary Isles- home to several kinds of manta, butterflies, jellyfish, and even the elusive Elder Manta (yes that's what the big chonky boi that looks like a light krill is called- it's not a whale.).  Daylight Prairie is in no shortage of light creatures- and at the center of it all is its Elder.

Prairie Elder is implied to have responsibilities toward the light creatures as presented in the SkyShop poem featuring them:

'Fields of harvest, prairies of joy.

Farmer and fauna as one.

The Elder protects the creatures of light,

For darkened days to come.

Fly up, fly away,

For the Children of Light in need.

We shall recall our days of wonder,

And feel its air once more.'

-SkyShop Poem (Prairie Elder Pin)

In the greater context of the story, Daylight Prairie is the primary source of light energy in the form of the light creatures- it makes sense that the Elder of that realm would oversee the flow of light creatures from one realm to the other, and that the Ancestors in their domain would have a greater respect for the creatures than others. They're the ones working with them, and they're the ones that know them best.

Enter the Worshippers- who were likely serving directly under the Prairie Elder. I'm not confident that the Prairie Elder could have shared information about the Megabird- or if they even know the god existed. 'The Light itself' is pretty vague for something to be worshipped, and it's possible that the Prairie Elder instead encouraged people that the Light manifested itself into the various light creatures that we see.

In this world however- industrialization marches on, and eventually these light creatures became things to be harvested rather than worshipped. It's speculated that light creatures were used in the production of diamonds- we see signs of this scattered throughout Forest, and Wasteland by proxy. The mural under the bridge in Forest and the doors to the Temple seem to suggest as much at least. Eventually, this industrialization will grow out of hand. I have a few theories on what the Prairie Elder might have done to passively rebel against this.

<PRAIRIE ELDER AND THE BUTTERFLIES>

We learn in the Prairie Elder's cutscene that they are able to form- not summon- butterflies from fire. I'm not proposing that the Prairie Elder is single-handedly responsible for the existence of butterflies- rather I'm proposing through the Prairie Elder's abilities that light is able to be manipulated in such a way that one can create light creatures, should they know how.

It could just be the butterflies, honestly. And really it could just be the Prairie Elder that's capable of such a feat- and because of these holes in this theory it's the first to go.

And yes this is the reason why the Butterflies don't count. I think. That has holes too and I can make a case for the Butterfly Charmer technically being part of this... But I digress.

<SANCTUARY ISLES>

Sanctuary Islands could be a literal Sanctuary for the light creatures- there is an impressive variety of them present. It's also very out of the way, tucked away in a corner of Bird's Nest. The theory I'm proposing here is that the Prairie Elder and the Sanctuary Guide worked together to keep this place hidden from the rest of the Kingdom- and that it was the Sanctuary Guide that broke the bells that would have granted the Ancestors access to the light creatures.

<THE WORSHIPPERS DISBANDED>

This is... probably improbable, but my whole post was leading up to this so we're doing this. The missing six Worshippers are the Whisperers that we've encountered throughout the game- leaving in order to either develop their relationship with or protect their creatures of choice.

The Bird Whisperer stayed close and remained in Prairie- and is probably the reason why Bird's Nest exists at all. The Jellyfish Whisperer remained as well, opting to stay in Sanctuary- the natural habitat of the jellyfish.

The Whale Whisperer ventured to Forest- where there probably once was a small population of Whales, given the corpse we see in the Bridge Area and the live Whale in the Underground Cavern.

The Manta Whisperer went to Valley- I'm guessing to see how mantas were being used for labor and competitions? And Valley is right next to Wasteland so I might be reaching but they could have been monitoring that too.

The Crab Whisperer is a tricky one because we see them travelling with the Lightseekers, and yes I am proposing that this lady was formerly a Worshipper. But because we're dealing with a creature that we now know is more dark than light, maybe the Crab Whisperer joined the Lightseekers in order to observe that phenomenon more closely? Because she does refer to the crabs as friends in her SkyShop poem. Wasteland wasn't always a... wasteland, after all. Things could have been different, and the crabs could have been adapting in a time where they would be relatively dangerous but not so much that an Ancestor couldn't approach them.

And then there's the Memory Whisperer. For this one, I don't think a spirit manta actually exists- at least, not as an organic creature and moreso just an interactive holograph courtesy of the machinations of Vault. I'm actually not too sure on what this person could have been doing, but they have a call- and my best guess is that the Memory Whisperer is one who listens to the last vestiges of light leftover by a creature- because we do see skeletons in Vault, and one is of a creature that looks like an amalgamation of several spirit mantas.

<WHY DON'T THE KRILL COUNT?>

As far back as Prophecy, Krill don't appear to be aligned with the light. They aren't depicted as former light creatures, nor a corrupted variant of an elder manta or whale- they are presented as thenselves in that Prophecy mural. Though I'm sure we'll get a Krill call later on, I'm not going to count them until then.

<CONCLUSION...?>

This huge post is... full of holes and heavy speculation, I'm aware. Mostly I just wanted to dump a bunch of shower thoughts and leftover lore I came up in the Discord lore chat. Go check it out sometime, I've derived a few points in this from interacting with people there. I'd love to hear your thoughts on this matter, by the way- it's fun theorizing! I haven't done this seriously in a long while.

[kallulovesu]

I just read your Yandere Spain going after a Witch country reader. So hear me out on this one, What if England was low-key still into is ex... and is a Yandere. Like reason why they broke up with him in the first place was he was becoming a power hunger bastard they warned him he'll become if he doesn't stop or at least slow down; and he was becoming to over bearing and controlling in their relationship ( this was back when he was the British Empire BTW ). Bonus points if Both America and Canada is platonic Yandere for the witch country. Basically the reader was the mother and care taker they never really had. The reader took care of them more than England did and they were pretty close up until England made them break up with him.

(A/N:) Anon you’re such a big brain...I just had to write a little story for this 👐

You couldn’t stand any of it anymore.

His persistent need to know everything about you, how he started controlling every little thing in your life as your relationship progressed, the way he would manipulate you into thinking that you were in the wrong for wanting to break it off multiple times. It all felt so draining.

"No one other than myself would even think of getting close to you. After all, who would want to be with such a small, lonely country that has barely anything to offer?" "What about Alfie and Mattie? You know how much they love you, and you’re just going to let them down like that? You’re just going to let us down like that?" "You’re only overreacting. So just stay with us, okay?" "You’re nothing without me."

"You belong with us, love. Can’t you see that?"

The words he spoke lingered with you everyday, chipping away at the little confidence you had left and slowly breaking the happy facade you had always tried putting on. Even your two little boys started to seem like nothing but a reminder of your shackles.

You felt as if you were a mere marionette; each inch of you being controlled by his strings as he formed you into his idea of a perfect little darling.

It was becoming tiring. The mind games, the puppeteering...all of it.

And so, you had decided on running away from it all, no matter how much you just wanted to brush it off and stay with your ‘happy’ little family, no matter how much you hated doing his plan. You packed your bags before carrying out your plan, waiting until night fell to finally sneak out. You, of course had plastered that usual smile on your face, the gesture just feeling...fake and empty to you now, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care anymore. You had to pretend everything was going according to his plans.

Arthur was a smart man, but even he got blinded by simple gestures at times.

you hated doing this, but decided to suck it up and carry on with your little plan. Everything was going well, it seemed like no one noticed you acting a bit...off, and you only had to put your children to sleep before finally sneaking out.

"Mother, are you okay?"

Ah, speak of the devil.

You blinked, finally noticing said child before you. He had a worried look on his face, the nudging he gave your shoulder eventually stopping as he saw you paying attention again.

"Ah...! You’re okay, I thought you had forgotten about me..." a shy smile graced upon his lips, fingers slightly fidgeting with each other. You smiled at him, seeing him being enough to somehow cheer you up a bit.

"Of course I wouldn’t forget about you, Mattie." You pulled the child into your arms, hugging him. "I love you way too much for that! Besides, you’re my little angel." You said in a quiet voice, as to not wake up his twin brother.

It broke your heart having to say this all while you planned on running away, basically abandoning them. Arthur’s previous words, while you didn’t want to admit it still stuck with you, and you started to have second thoughts...almost wanting to give up on the plan and stay with your two little boys whom you loved way too much.

"Mattie, can you promise me something?" You suddenly spoke up, patting the boy’s hair.

...but it was for the better. You could only sit there and pray that the children you took care of turned into fine men while you were away, unlike their father.

The Canadian nodded, eyes looking up at you in innocent curiosity. "Promise me that no matter what happens you’ll forever stay the same, sweet boy that I’ve always known...even if I were to disappear one day." You held him a bit tighter, the troubled expression on your face hidden away from him.

"Mother...?" He gripped onto your clothing, confusion written all over his face. The question seemed innocent, but he couldn’t help but pick up the strange tone in your voice, which he couldn’t recognize...and it worried him.

"Please just answer." You pressed a bit more, though your voice was barely above a whisper.

Matthew opened his mouth, about to answer before a booming voice interrupted him.

"Not fair! I want hugs too!" Alfred, who you didn’t notice until now yelled. The boy pounced on his brother and tried pulling him away.

"Nu uh! You always hog her attention away from me!" Matthew resorted, clinging onto you with all of his tiny might.

"Lies! You’re the only attention seeker here!"

"That’s because everyone else forgets about me you meanie! Even you and father!!" Matthew cried, and you couldn’t help but snort a little at the remark, despite how sad you found it to be...poor boy.

You watched the two bicker, amusement written all over your face. It was better to enjoy the short amount of time you had left with your two boys.

"There, enough fighting you two. It’s past bed time," you clapped your hands, grabbing their attention. "you wouldn’t want me to tell father about you two misbehaving, do you?"

"No ma’am!" A small chuckle escaped from your lips, seeing the children immediately freezing and crawling back to their beds. Guess you weren’t the only one intimidated by Arthur, eh?

You went over to Alfred, giving the boy a soft kiss on the cheek and wishing him a goodnight before making your way to his brother, repeating your previous actions.

"Sweet dreams, I love you." Was the last thing you said, sparing them one last glance before closing the door behind you.

It felt as if your heart was clenching, already feeling a sickening emptiness in your chest as you just stood in front of the door, trying to recollect your thoughts.

There was no use in sulking, you had to go. Now.

And so you scurried away, making your way towards the front door. The few items you truly needed were already brought down to your house, with the help of magic of course. You couldn’t waste any more time being here.

You disregarded things such as clothing and other unnecessary things, only caring about the potions and magic handbooks that you had brought along the way. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what Arthur could do with these in his possession— recalling that one of them had a receipt for a never-ending love potion, and god did you fear what he could do with that...even a stronger witch such as yourself would have trouble dealing with that, especially if it was casted upon yourself.

...what a dangerous situation you put yourself in. You should’ve never interacted with that bastard in the first place.

You sighed, snapping out of your thoughts and turned another corner. The house was large, and you had found yourself getting lost multiple times...but it wasn’t the time for any of that, you had to get out. Now.

And luckily, you soon found yourself standing in front of a familiar, large door. You took a deep breath, relieved that you managed to make it here without the idiot finding you.

"(Y/N)?" A voice spoke from behind you. "It’s late, where are you going?"

Oh, never mind.

You turned back, facing the very man you wanted to run away from. It was obvious that he was woken up from his sleep, seeing that he was wearing his pajamas while lazily rubbing his eyes. A small candle was in his hands, most likely to help him look through the dark mansion halls.

"Why are you awake?" Was all you said.

"I was waiting... I wanted to rest with you, but you never came." Arthur said, slight disappointment evident in his voice as he walked over to you. "Now answer my question, where the fuck are you going?"

You stayed silent, merely staring at the man before averting your gaze. "Away from this house, away from you." He froze, eyes widening as he seemed to process your words

"Can you repeat that? I...i don’t think I heard you correctly," he lightly tilted his head to the side. "you wouldn’t do something that foolish, would you?"

"Oh, I would." You took light steps back from him, distancing yourself from your boyfriend— no, ex-boyfriend. "I’m not doing this anymore, Arthur. This is becoming too much for me."

"And? What about it? I pour my heart and soul for this relationship... and you just run away like that? Love, you can’t just do that..." every step you took was repeated by him, his hands clenching into fists as he tried so,so hard to not just burst right then and there.

"I know, I’m sorry but I just...I can’t." You looked down at your feet, avoiding his piercing gaze. "Look out for them while I’m gone." And so, you turned around completely and walked towards the door, almost reaching towards the handle before abruptly getting stopped by a hand pulling you back.

"No!" Arthur yelled, his grip only tightening on you.

"England, you’ll wake up the kids-"

"Shut up." The man didn’t say anything for a while, trying to calm himself down. "Call me Arthur...please just call me Arthur."

"How about we just get inside and— and drink some tea while talking? I still have some sweets left from earlier today, so we could add that." He offered, pulling you closer towards him. "Please?”

You were looking at his hand, the hand that brung you comfort so long ago...but you couldn’t help but feel your skin crawling every time he held you now, fear overtaking you at the thought of what he could possibly do with them.

He was dangerous.

"Why?" Was all you could bring yourself to say. Arthur‘s grip softened, wide eyes looking at your downcast ones.

"...Why?" He repeated, "why what?" his eyebrows furrowed.

"All of this, why did you do it? For what?"

"Is it because you want my land? You already said it yourself, my country is basically useless...so why are you so persistent on keeping me here? Or perhaps it’s because of Alfie and Mattie? I’m sure they...wouldn’t really mind me going, they still have Francis and you after all."

"So why? You could have everything you wanted without me."

"Darling..." his eyes faltered for a minute, most likely taking all of it in and thinking of what to do. Arthur opened his mouth, wanting to say something-

"Arthur, do you even love me?"

Before being interrupted by your voice, which slightly cracked.

The man could only stare at you, mouth slightly agape. Whatever he wanted to say was completely forgotten about, instead being overtaken by his sudden shock— then panic. "Darling...what are you talking about? Of course I love you, I love you lots and lots. Everything I do is for your own well being."

"I’ll even change myself if it means having you by my side, so please..."

Love... Could this really be called love? You thought, finally mustering the courage to look up at the man and studying his face.

Confusion. Sadness. Distraught. Interest.

He looked conflicted; obviously not knowing what to do with his control on you slowly slipping away. Your actions were a mystery to him, and he wondered...what were you planning? What was going on in that little mind of yours?

"Ah," your eyebrows furrowed. "I see."

Your question had most likely caught him off guard, which was a good thing... you supposed.

Arthur gently tugged onto your arm, bringing you closer to him. "I-I can’t put it into words how much I love you...so just come inside, and let me show you." He offered again, eyes calculating, as if he were deciding the best course of action; whilst yours were sharp, refusing to show weakness.

"This isn’t love, England. You’ve done nothing but hurt me in various times by now, and I’m sick of it." You stood your ground, willingly stepping closer to look at him directly in the face— "Threaten me, physically harm me...hell, beg on the ground for all I care! But I’ve finally made my decision." and so, you took advantage of his weakened state to rip yourself away from his grasp, making him flinch.

"I’m not doing this anymore Arthur. You can figure everything out by yourself now, I’m done. We’re over."

You loved him, you truly did love him from the bottom of your heart...but you just couldn’t be with him anymore."

"Dear—"

"Enough. I’m- I’m done listening to you." Walking back, you took a deep sigh of relief; glad that you were finally able to stand up for yourself.

"Don’t even think of following me, unless you want to get turned into a mere frog."

[slasherwife]

🐻Oh, I stopped to think, how the Slashers would react to their S / O being a witch who reincarnated (doesn’t remember the past life, except how she died.), She does rituals (using some potions, animal bones and blood itself). to raise and control plants and a power related to his death (possibly fire) and have nightmares about his death that usually have phantom pain and vision (in the midst of flames and smoke for example.) kisses from Brazil 🐻

Slashers react to a witch s/o

How do the slashers react with you doing tarot, moon rituals, playing with energies, making potions and doing spells?

🌹🌛🌕🌜🌹how do they react to you controlling the elements and getting forewarning of his death?

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas is lowkey intrigued?

Doesn’t even know what this stuff is??

He’s pretty much clueless, but that doesn’t mean you can’t teach him

If you tell him you’re a witch I have a feeling he’ll be taken aback

“B-but the Bible says—“

“No no, the Bible was originally Aramaic, Tommy— and ‘witch’ in Aramaic meant poisoner, my love. I never poison anyone.” 💖💕💖💕

That should do it 😊

Anyway he will still be bewildered a lil bit, just peepin around the corner watching you doing a tarot reading like Ow0 wot

Will catch animals for you to use for rituals

Do you need human bones too? Cuz he’s got you covered 😊💕

But hearing of your past life death? Seeing you play with fire and plant energies? How the universe practically bows to you? He sees you completely different.

He was standing on the back porch, watching you walk towards him as the grass waved to you and the trees bent in your favor, and he never wanted to be apart from you 🌹😊

You are a starlit goddess, sent to him by mistake— and he thinks you belong to the stars above or in the clouds~~ anywhere but his dark, sad home 😓💖

If you have nightmares about his death, he will go under your wing —begrudgingly— under your constant protection

He doesn’t believe too much of your visions, but he hates seeing you upset and his dark goddess doesn’t deserve paranoia 🥀😓

Jason Vorhees

Whatever Jason thinks, he at least acknowledges at his zombie phase that he isn’t exactly considered natural either.

Tbh you guys would be a total power couple 🤗🥺💖

He would be probably more understanding of your occupation than Tommy, and would embrace you fully 😊

Like “I knew my y/n was special. I knew it!” 😊💕

He doesn’t like that you use animal bones though. “Why the poor animals y/n?? Use human bones instead— here.”

He thinks you have superpowers hah

He loves when you raise the plants to be alive again— it’s like you keep it spring all year and he loves it 🥺💖💕💖🌷

Will be happy that you have them so you can protect yourself if need be 😊

Once you tell him about your past life death and how you can manipulate elements and that you’re getting forewarnings dreams of his death... he won’t be too worried.

First off, any thought of you dying in general is caused him literal physical pain. So he didn’t like you talking about that 🥺💕

You controlling the elements, Fire? He will follow you anywhere hon’. 7’1 immortal zombie legend murderer and powerful sorcerer/ess/witch? Biggest power couple 💕🙌🙌

And then lastly, the only thing Jason will worry about from your dreams is how you will manage with out him. That’s literally it 😂🥺💕💖

He knows he will come back eventually, you can’t kill Jason forever— he physically can’t stay dead lol

He will sheepishly miss all the crazy sex you guys have been having, but you stop your worrying! Jason’s like “my poor bab don’t be so scared— I’ll always come back!” 💕💕💖💕

Michael Myers

Will 1000% pretend your powers don’t interest him.

But just know that he’s peeking around the corner when you absent mindedly play with the candle’s flame while mixing a clarity potion, literally on his toes 😂💕

He loves to be around you when you’re doing candle work, making a potion, practicing controlling the elements— because you exert this powerful and foreign energy aura that’s comforting to him 😊💖💕🥺

Another slasher that will go on a midnight trip of catching animals for you because “ANYTHING FOR YOU, MY GODDESS— 😫💖💕💖💕”

But you wouldn’t even ask for it, he would see you making spell charms or bags with animal bones in it—

And then next thing you know he drops a sack of birds and a goat next to you and walks away???🤭

Do I know where he got the goat?? No I fucking do not xD but it kinda stank so you had to drag it out the back door and get to work 😣

And then obviously he’ll give you human bones as well lel 💕

He likes hearing of your past life death, he thinks it’s cool lol 😊💖

Getting forewarnings of Michael’s death? K.

He wouldn’t be bothered really, but he obviously doesn’t want to die— he’s too stubborn for that 💕💖

This is the only time he will ever listen to you xD barely

Basically like “too bad—I’m going out tonight. But I’ll ‘be careful’ or whatever the fuck you said.”

Another huge power couple btw 🙌💖💕

Bubba Sawyer

He thinks you’re so cool 🥺

He’ll think your tarot readings are a game and he’ll pick up random ones and look at them

(He likes the pictures) 😖💖

He’ll be so curious, like snooping around when you’re doing a ritual, snuggling up against you when you’re saying an incantation—

He’s like a cat💖💕

Oh you like animal bones? What a surprise! His house is literally full of them. 😶🌷

Ya you have an endless supply of animal bones— you won’t ever run out 😂💖💕

You died in your past life? WHAT? Why? *crying*

He will snuggle you all night when you tell him that 🥺

Also thinks you’re a goddess that was sent to him and can NOT wrap his head around the fact that you two met by chance 🥺💖

Cherishes you every single day and will probably be super clingy because you’re just his strong woman who deserves everything for the queen she is— *INHALE* yeah. 😖😖💕💕💖💖

Wait. What? You dreamt of me dying? What abt you will you be okay my little blueberry muffin??

He won’t careeee but at the same time he wants to stay with youuuuu😖💖💕

Just so he can stay alive to be with you, he’ll do everything you say to stay safe and will follow every protocol much to Chop Tops annoyment. 🤷‍♀️😊💕

“No, sorry—Y/n says I can’t do that.”

I love you two together, it gives me the feels 🥺💕💖

Bo Sinclair

Ooooh niceeee

Lowkey interested but probably won’t show it 😆

Like u do u— don’t know don’t care as long as you keep making me pbjs

Prepare for bewildererd looks when he walks in on your using blood/bones for a particular ritual 😳

Like you’ll just be sitting on your bed with your eyes closed, holding a black candle trying to banish negative energy and he’ll walk in—

“Want me to leave...?”

“Shhhhhhh....”

He’ll probably come home one day with an animal skull or something like, “babe I found this owl beak... you want it?” 😂💖💕

He’ll probably tell Lester to catch something while he’s out and about, and then take it and tell you that he got it for you all by himself😂💕

Lowkey scared of you sometimes

He’s not scared of blood, but like y are u using it..??

Tried not to piss you off too much so you hex him or something xD 💖💕

You: *manipulating fire and wind out back*

Bo, walking in on it: bitch what the fu—

If you tell him you’re getting visions of his death, he’ll probably be super skeptical and give you it a smartass remark— probably ask if you’ve been smoking the mugwort too 😳😶

But if you persist on it— he’ll get frustrated but will listen to you because he doesn’t like seeing u upset 🥺🌷

Brahmsie

Bitch wtf u doin?

So confused— explain now

This little shit will go through all of your stuff and take what he thinks is cool and will probably piss off your deities (if u have deities) 😂

You’ll have to make him apologize and have him give it back~~which I wish you the best of luck w 😂💖💕

You’ll just be minding your own business when Brahmsie is looking at your things—

The he legit looks at you dead in the eyes and takes your dragon figurine and disappears into the walls, much to your panic 😓😶😶

But since you can do all this stuff, now 3x more scared of you even tho you’re a small bean in comparison to him— 😳💕🌷

You threatened to hex him if he didn’t start actin right and he started being nice real quick 😂🙌💕💕

Where did u get that blood? 😶😳

Using animal bones? Use the dead rats y/n! Duh!

Bonus for him if he manages to sack the grocery boy and take his bones too 😶💘

“ANYTHING FOR YOU MY QUEEN!” 🙌😭💖💖

If he finds you controlling the elements and sees u controlling fire.... he leaves immediately dont you know he’s terrified of fire??

Yeah uh he demands in a shaky voice that you stop doing that or else ☹️😶he doesn’t like fire at all

But that’s okay cuz you’re still the fuckin coolest person hes ever been w! 😆💘

Wait wut...? You’re saying I’m gonna die? UWU SAVE ME Y/N I DONT WANNA DIEEE

He will literally get so scared when you tell him you’re getting forewarnings of his death, and will go under your wing definitely the most willingly 😅💓💓

Whatever, more cuddles for him! And some other things 😏

I hope u liked ittt! Sorry I’ve not the time to post ANYTHING lately— it took me 5 days to finish this one because of how busy w school I am— but I hope you like it!! 💖💖

[vidalinav]

A fic outline I may or may not ever write: Starring the House

I’m obsessed with the idea that the IC try to sneak into The House (my favorite character) one day because every time they hear about the House something new has been added, things they can’t even imagine are in there (see other posts) and they start really wondering if the house is siphoning the magic Nesta is adamant that she doesn’t have anymore. They really think something sinister is afoot but also they’re just busybodies.

And Nesta and Cassian will not invite them over. Mostly it’s Cassian because he was there for that conversation about Nesta’s magic, what’s left of it anyways and being blessed by the mother and still having the cauldron’s bond whatnot, and Nesta doesn’t want to learn what her power does and won’t let anyone teach her, but they feel it’s not being controlled and she’s a liability because of that and Cassian gets furious. Because he’s like after all this time, you still don’t trust Nesta, and Rhys is like we trust Nesta, we just don’t trust her magic. Typical hypocrite. (Feyre does not know any of this btw--Rhys still secretive) I refuse to believe the problems that the IC had with Nesta are going to go away, so they don’t in my fics. But Cassian is fed up and he gets mad and petty, so every time they are at family gatherings and someone hints or outright asks if they can come over, Cassian will just reply no before Nesta can even say anything. She’s like uhh what? But then she’s like well... if Cassian says no. She really doesn’t like entertaining people. Nesta doesn’t know why though because Cassian doesn’t want to tell her after what happened last time with Amren and Feyre. He does eventually but not before this fic. 

So what happens is Rhys, Amren, Mor, and Feyre (not fully knowing the pretense) go to the House on a rainy day and act like they’re waiting for Azriel for something, and Nesta is like sure... wait inside. But Cassian and Nesta are planning to go to Windhaven, and Cassian all gruff like is like wait outside lol and Nesta is very floored at this behavior. She’s never seen him like this, but they’re like we can wait here, you don’t have to babysit us, we’ll be fine go to Windhaven! All nonchalant and begrudgingly Cassian is like fine, stay here we’re going. And so begins Operation Sneak through the House. 

But the House is not having any of that. Not on its watch lol. Because the House knows these people. Hears all, sees all. But mostly if Nesta doesn’t trust them which she also doesn’t because again not friends yet, the House doesn’t trust them either. They trudge through that house but the House leads them in circles. It will open doors then slam them shut and open more doors and it leads them over and over again to the front door. At one point it starts pouring outside. Lighting and thunder and the House dims the lights and there’s a piano in the living room (because Nesta starts taking lessons) and the House starts playing creepy music that should be in a horror film and the House opens all the windows until you can feel the thunder vibrate through the house and the curtains are flowing and all the lights go out and there’s a giant knock on the door and one of the doors creaks open slightly and there’s a figure in the shadows. 

They scream! 

But it’s just Azriel and he comes with his judgmental looks and his irritated gaze because he was sleeping and they’re over here making so much noise, opening up all the windows, stomping through the house like wth. And he asks why they’re there, and they’re like we wanted to see if the House was a danger or Nesta’s magic was out of control. And Az is like are y’all stupid? He’s a literal spymaster. He lives with them! Who would know better than him??? And that’s when Feyre realizes why they’re even there, because she was given very brief info about this task, cue sheepish look from Rhys who’s about to get an argument when they get home. But Azriel also tells them that Nesta doesn’t trust them or the House would have trusted them, so it doesn’t matter if they want to see or not. This is Nesta’s house, wait for Nesta. 

But Mor being Mor is like what does she need to hide? and cue everyone still thinking that Nesta is no good, because she doesn’t trust them. (rolls eyes at my own fic). How dare anyone not trust the IC who sneak into other people’s houses? 

Anyway... Nesta and Cassian get home and the others have already left and there’s a big chocolate cake waiting for them both at the table and some dim lighting, candles, very romantic. A very nice warm dinner, and Cassian’s weapons are polished, as a thank you for standing by the House’s girl. It draws Nesta (and Cassian) a bath with oils and lavender, flowers floating. Azriel gets a gift too, it makes the house soundproof, closes all the curtains and gives him fluffier blankets and an eye mask so he can get some well deserved sleep. And the House sits back and relaxes as it adds twelve new floors for Nesta to discover in the morning. 

[praphit]

WandaVision: When you can’t let go of that robo-lovin.

So, I just finished watching "WandaVision", and I must say, right off the bat 

- I LOVED IT!

Disney Plus is finally paying off. I'm in the group of peeps who got DP, not for the mouse, but for the ones whom the mouse is in bed with, and most recently on Mickey's playtime Marvel List - Wanda Maximoff and her robo-boy toy VISION... or is that “THE Vision”? - that seems kinda ostentatious, but whatever.

When I first heard that Wanda was getting a series, I said "Who cares?" I don't care bout no Wanda! What has she been other than a weird pest?

Let's review:

She tried to kill the Avengers, she accidentally injures and kills innocent people, she was getting in the way, so Tony Stark had to get his CPU (Vision) to babysit her, she falls in love with the CPU - can we talk about how strange this is? I didn't say wrong, just different, cuz honestly, we may be headed there soon. That movie "Her" might be a reality with how tech is going these days.

But, imagine I come to your home and fall in love with your laptop (which messes everything up for you with all your devices and your social media), THEN (as Wanda did with Vision), I run off on some romantic journey with all of your devices. Imagine how Tony would have felt, if he was still with us.

She had one job when it came to Thanos, and it ended up not mattering.

Then, went full rage on the wrong Thanos.

Idk if that’s a look (Thanos) pain, release, of he’s listening to his jam. Kinda looks like he’s saying “JESUS”. But, Wanda is pissed.

Wanda: "You took everything from me!"

Thanos: "Lady, I don't even know you!"

I didn't care about Wanda. But, damn, Marvel is so good that in one episode they made me care; one trailer, really.

If you had not seen the trailer for this series, you might be confused by the first episode. 

You might even ask yourself - "What the bleep is this nonsense?!" We want heroes vs villains. We want super-powered explosions. We want capes, ridiculously tight clothes, bulky armor, and anything else that makes no sense to fight in.

You're giving me "Bewitched"?

I DID see the trailer, so I knew going in that it would be a slow burn with some nostalgia, some quirks, and some eeriness; right up my alley.

The change in Tv decade styles btw *chef kiss*

I figured that they'd be trapped in some mysterious, magical world - which they are...

Unless you're super geeky with the funny books, there's no way you'll see what's coming in this mystery.

And it IS a mystery, not only to the audience, but for the characters involved in this show. Don't nobody know what the hell is going on.

But, LaWanda and Vishawn 

(sorry, I just wanted to use this pic - Ha! Y'all are crazy.)had help figuring things out:

Rambo

Yeah, it's actually Monica Rambeau, 

but... admit it, some of you kept thinking about Rambo too, right?? No offense to this actress, but I'd rather see old man Sly play Rambo, and HIM be in this mysterious WandaVision town. Let's get Disney a lil bloody. Wishful thinking, I suppose.

Marvel WILL BE venturing into multiple universes soon, so perhaps Rambo finds his way to team up with The Punisher? Huh?? YEAH!

But, no... Rambeau (meh No personality, but whatever).

Randall Park - 

He's that person we all know who has made us laugh so much in life, that they don't even need to say anything anymore; you look at them and laugh. I love this dude!

Kat Dennings - 

I remember liking her more in the Thor movies.  I found her annoying, this time around.   She joins the mystery to figure tech stuff out, and she's a doctor or something (don't you forget it!). She also asks the team she just meets to get her some coffee, and acts like they're disrespecting HER, by their lack of response. I know she's a doctor and all, but damn! Imagine some electrician comes to your place to serve YOU, they're condescending to you, and then  they ask you for some coffee. Get the hell outta here!

Oh, and there's a dude named “Director Dick”. That's my name for him, but the name fits.

The people in this town are acting out as if they've been scripted for some show. And all of these characters, AND US, get to figure it out together - through antics from different times in Tv culture. 

Times sure were different back in the day:

No social justice issues implanted or cursing or sex or drugs... now, I'm not saying it was a better time, just a different one :) A time when dad jokes ruled! Simple times! Ignorance was bliss. But, it kinda wasn't - not really.

It's like having an animal die on your property somewhere, and it starts to stink. You COULD find the truth of the stench... or light candles everywhere. Some really strong candles - maybe some of those Gwyneth Paltrow candles.

Though the stench might get covered up, the problem is still there. At some point, your kids could find the dead rotting animal... maybe start playing with it... you get the point.

In this show, the townspeople's minds have been taken over by someone or something, and it's torturous for them. So... bliss on the surface, but... not so much, going deeper. I tell you all of this, plus great production in each epi, a good slow-burn mystery, and fun with comic characters in a way we haven't seen before on screen, and hell yeah - Grade: A series.

Now... spoilers.

You might want to leave now.

People, Wanda is the villain here. I'm not sure if that's the message the writers are trying to convey or not, but I don't care; she is the clear villain here.

Here’s Wanda reading some Hell book, conjuring some dark spirits - nbd.

We are rooting for her throughout this show; even after we find out that she has been (even if not maliciously) controlling every one, we still root for her.

I'm not saying that's bad, but we can't forget about what she has done! Remember, I said that the mind control was torturous for the townspeople.

There's a very emotional moment at the end of this series between Wanda and Vision, and between them and their kids (yeah, they have kids... that's a whole other thing). This moment is well done and touching. There's even a bad ass fight between Wanda and the "true... villain"? - of this story. I'll get to her in a sec (There’s a badass Vision fight scene as well).

I loved all of that! But, at the end of the day...

I know Wanda is grieving and all, we all grieve, but we all don't, in our grief, take a whole town hostage, torture the people, all while playing house with our family. That's kinda sick, no??

Are we doing a girl-power thing? or a “witches are people too” thing? or “but she’s doing it all for her family” thing (yeah, they’re not actually real, but whatever)? I don’t know.

I'm not sure that we know what a villain is anymore. It used to be clear - the guy with the beard was the bad guy, or the guy wearing the black outfit was the bad guy, or the people who aren't Americans are the bad guys :)

But, movies like "Joker" and "Deadpool" and Harley's joint have confused some.

Who else would be the villain? There's a character, the villain (i guess), a witch named Agatha Harkness, played by Kathryn Hahn

Here she is saying “I’m the villain? Really? What about her?!!”

   - she's excellent btw; def the highlight of this show; her and Paul Bettany's hair game.

But, let's compare:

Agatha: 

betrays her coven back in the day, sure, but why you bringing up old shit? 

She allows Wanda to play out this fantasy for a while, and even played along. She could have just killed her when she was ignorant; that's what I would have done. She eventually shows Wanda the truth (granted, she then wants Wanda's power, but hey, everything has a price. And for all we know, she would have used all of that power to... cure the worlds diseases or something... though prob not:). Annnd maybe she killed an imaginary puppy. Convo for another time: if you kill something that's not real, does it matter??

That's it!

She didn't (like Wanda): abduct a town, torture its people, bring Vision back from the dead (kinda), endanger soldiers who were just doing their jobs, create weird fantasies (And did she have sexy time with previously dead, fake Vision? This thing gets even weirder if she did. But, let's not go down that path.) Oh, and she magically punted a black woman (Rambo) the length of a football field just for her asking Wanda some questions.

When the townspeople finally regain their minds (Lord knows how long it's been), they look at her with disdain, and I don't blame them.  And what does Wanda do?? - shrug, put on a hoodie, and fly off - to break into somebody's home and read some devil book.

Where’s cancel culture in this universe? 

I know she made us feel, but I ask again, who's the villain here?

Still Grade A stuff for me (again, I loved this!), but c'mon, people.

We get a glimpse of Captain Marvel 2 as well. My fingers are crossed. I actually liked the first movie. But, many others did not, and one of the reasons - Captain Marvel doesn't have much of a personality, and another - she's too powerful (no risk).

So, to answer the critics, we have Monica Rambeau - another ridiculously super-powered hero, with no personality. So, two unrelatable characters flying around in space, as Sam L Jackson tries not to curse. But, if Marvel can make me care about evil ass Wanda, I'll still hold out hope for Capt Marvel 2.

[snarkwriteswrasslin]

Can I have Finn's other persona, the Prince, headcanons, please? 👉🏻👈🏻

I feel like I need to warn here. Prince isn’t really... the hearts and flowers guy. So, I apologize in advance. I touched on a lot of these in the other post I did for him, but honestly, there was a little more I could’ve done, so yes, yes, gladly. I’ll do this. I love this particular character, btw. Even though he’s a raging damn asshole for the most part. Or maybe that’s why I love it? Idk.. anyway, thank you for sending me these and I’m so so so sorry it took a thousand years to get them posted.

Warnings: 

uhh.. Kids under 18, go the entire fuck outside, please, I beg of you. I’m saying this out of love/respect for you guys.... Because I like to try and do these as honestly and true to canon/character in kayfabe as I can and yeah... Prince can be ... one hell of a guy. I don’t really know how out of pocket this is liable to get, tbh. I’ll trigger/squick tag everything I think might be bothersome before I post this.

wax play, body fluids, aggressive sex, biting, public sex, rope play, hot and cold play, sensory deprivation, knife play are all the tw’s i have for you all, tbh.

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Okay, first of all.. If I haven’t emphasized this enough already in my previous Prinxe post, what you need to decide before getting involved in any way, shape or form... Is how far are you really willing to go. Because the sex is bomb as fuck a++++++ and all the gold stars, but... Prinxe is a bit of, no.. He can be a huge asshole. He wouldn’t be him if he weren’t. And he’s very entitled. Prideful. So if you two were to argue, and you sit around waiting on him to apologize? Keep waiting. Because that’s all that’s gonna happen. If you can deal with all this shit then cool. Go for it, do you and be happy.

IDK if I touched on this in the other post but.. The man is a masochist. He absolutely gets off on pain. The harder you can tug his hair, the harder you can choke him, the harder you bite down on those very kissable lips... The more he’s going to get off. 

-- On this note.. Do not, by any stretch, expect him to go easy on you or treat you like a piece of fine china, because what you do to him will be done back to you. If you’re not into inflicting or receiving pain, it’s best to stay far away from the guy.

The more dangerous something sounds, the more he gravitates towards it. This is not always a good thing, either. It’s really not.

I mentioned before that he has a humiliation kink. And he won’t stop until you’re honest to god on the verge of tears. To begin with, the man has himself a razor tongue and cold iron wit... adding the fact that he gets off on using words to hurt/embarass others? Yikes. 

I mentioned shibari in the last one. His favorite thing to do while he’s got you all tied up and straining against the ropes -he’ll demand you squirm and move for him btw, because the biggest part of being into shibari/the act of rope play for him is the fact that you’re right there and you can’t get away until he lets you, .. Anyway, where was I? He really likes to take this knife with a delicate thin and cold blade... And trail it over your body. Cutting away your clothes, because let’s face it, you’re not going to have a stitch to wear when you’re with him. You’re going to be naked and ready to go at any time. So.. Knifeplay is another kink I can kinda see Prinxe having. No, he wouldn’t intentionally hurt you on purpose. But really, you need to ask yourself if you trust the guy enough to be anywhere near you with a knife. Or ropes. Or hot wax..

Very into hot cold play. Loves to drip hot candle wax on your naked body.

Doesn’t bother to hide the screen when you two are having a hot and heavy and filthy cam session while he’s on the road. So.. if you’re not into god knows who seeing you in various states of undress and near feral horniness, then it won’t bother you. But if you believe that private things need to stay private, you’re not going to like this about the guy at all.

Loves to grab hold of your jaw when you’re about to swallow his load and smirk in satisfaction. Nothing gets him off more than when he watches his sexual partner swallow and taste him.

-- Has made you taste yourself for him. The way you whimpered and moaned and groaned had him coming in seconds if I’m being honest.

-- The more vocal you are when giving him a blow job or when he’s pounding you, the harder it’s going to be to keep him from utterly wrecking you or controlling his own orgasm because there’s something about your little noises that make him dangerously close to getting off every time you make them. And bet your ass, he does literally everything he can to keep you noisy, no matter the situation. Even if it’s a public setting. He doesn’t care.

Anybody whose with him needs to have a very broad and open mind, because Prinxe here is constantly evolving in kinks and things he wants to try out on you. And he’s not the kind of guy who wants to have you talked into whatever it is he wants to do wit hyou either. Nothing would make him lose interest faster if we’re being honest. He’s pretty much just ghosted people for far less. So if your mind is closed, probably best to steer clear.

Prinxe is into men and women. If he finds you desirable, he’s going to pursue you. In his own way, of course. Just... Whether you’re a man or a woman, please remember.. This guy is very good at pouring on the charm and seeming like a legit perfect guy. Know that he has many, many faults. Some worse than others. Know what you’re in for and know your limitations. Be firm with him.

-- On that note... a lesser known thing about our boy here... he is totally into his partner being dominant af too. He absolutely loves the power struggle. He tends to win most of the time, but whew.. is it ever one hell of a time during the whole chase / power struggle.

The man has a huge spanking kink. Getting and giving. Only rarely does the getting part of it get indulged though because Prinxe is not the type to easily hand over the dominant role in bed because that means he’s at your mercy and nope.. That is not him. He cannot stand relinquishing control. At all.

-- This goes without saying, it has happened. But it’s very very rare. So don’t expect it. And if you do, either go elsewhere or lower your expectations.

The man does NOT like condoms. At all. That said, this is one of few things he will concede on. If you want him to wear one, he will. He’s also a stickler for safewords. He’s not the best at aftercare, but.. On occasion, he does attempt it. Only if he’s reasonably serious about someone. And that’s not often either because to be honest, in his mind, it’s Prinxe Devitt’s show and we’re all just living in it.

Lowkey, he’d love it if he met just one person who could meet his difficult nature, have a glowing and shiny spine to stand against it and just dominante the fuck out of him. He’d die before admitting it, but he’d love just one time to have someone turn the tables on him.

-- if you were to do that, he’d be a begging and whimpering, overstimulated mess in your mercy.

-- It’s not quite clear how one would go about doing that though, so good luck figuring it out.

Very into sensory deprivation. Loves to edge you until you’re crying and begging and squirming at his every touch. But very into sensory deprivation. Total sensory deprivation. He’ll blindfold you, gag you, tie you up and tease you until you’re at your brink.

-- secretly wants to have it done to him because holy shit, he’d love that. he’d never admit it, as I said, but yeah.

[illfoandillfie]

Hello there, love!! I hope you’re doing well. I was wondering if I could please get a tarot reading for October (using the tattoo tarot deck if possible)? Hope you’re having a lovely weekend (your blurbs have been 🔥 btw)!

here you go darling! I did something a lil different this time and, in addition to the cards drawn for each week, included some extra oracles to give a sort of vibe/advice for the month as a whole.

Right off the cuff, before I get into the cards proper, I’m noticing some similar energies repeating themselves. There’s a lot here about patience, taking the middle path, trusting yourself. It may be that there is a particular situation stretching through the whole month, or something you are heading towards, that the cards are trying to give advice for. Something that happens early in the month may affect you later and that’s why I’m seeing similarities between the cards. But, let’s get into what the cards are saying.

Week 1: 2 of wands + Lilith (The Shadow)

There’s a bit of a restless energy at the beginning of the month. The two of wands is a card of boredom or dissatisfaction with something. It’s often a sign of planning or making decisions/changes. It can also talk about leaving home so if you’re planning on travelling anywhere this month, that could be why it’s shown up. 

Lilith is an asteroid that may appear in your natal chart, representing what you absolutely will not compromise on. In astrology she’s seen as wild and powerful. A transformative force that can be channelled into personal growth. 

Together these cards seem to be saying that this week you’ll make a plan or a decision that someone else may disagree with. But Lilith is a reminder to stick to your guns and don’t back down. Especially if it’s something that will help shake that restlessness/dissatisfaction. 

Week 2: Knight of Coins + Malachite

The knight of coins represents efficiency, hard work and responsibility. He is methodical and reliable in how he approaches tasks. He can also represent perseverance and patience. 

Malachite is related to clarity of thought/emotion. It can be a reminder that you know more than you give yourself credit for. 

This may refer to something that occurs in relation to work or a project you’re working on. Hard work is important but remember to be patient with yourself and those around you. Malachite says that there is a difference between unproductive thought and taking time to apply logic or consider multiple angles. If something you’re working on doesn’t seem to be going well, take a moment to pause and think about it clearly before going any further. 

Week 3: Knight of Cups + Strength

It’s funny that you got two knights in this reading. They may refer to people or a person you’ll be in contact with during the month. But I think it’s maybe more likely they represent you. 

The knight of cups represents following the heart. He is idealistic and romantic. It may be a sign that a romantic opportunity will present itself this week as this knight also represents invitations/propositions, but it could also be financial or something else of benefit. 

Strength here says its a good time to let others know you mean business. Determination is a form of strength and will help you get the job (whatever it is) done. It can also be a reminder to believe in yourself and show strength of heart/character in your interactions with others. 

The knight of cups is always going to follow his heart, whether it is the logical choice or not and it seems like this week you’ll have the chance to do the same. You may feel uncertain about it but trust yourself and it will benefit you. 

Week 4: Temperance + Peacock

Temperance. Yet another card about patience and moderation.

In this deck Peacock represents splendour, the divine, craving but I also associate it with pride or status. 

The message this week is to show self-control. Temperance is about balance. It’s a sign that extremity of any sought is unhelpful to you. Remain calm in the face of stress, remain humble in the face of pride. Be patient with others and yourself, keep your emotions in check.

Week 5: 8 of Wands + 4 of Cups + Hare (Cycles)

Two tarot cards popped out at the same time for this week so I took them both.

The 8 of wands is a card of rapid action/movement. While the 4 of cups is about contemplation. It can also be a sign of apathy or preoccupation. 

The Hare card represents cycles. Nature travels in cycles, energy travels in cycles. Seek balance and remember that plants cannot blossom all the time, have patience. 

I think the 4 of cups is particularly interesting here in the context of cycles because it has a similar energy to the 2 of wands which came up in week 1. Both cards deal with boredom but while the 2 of wands is leading to action, the 4 of cups is very static. That stillness may be due to apathy and a “meh” kind of feeling that makes you feel stuck. Or it might be a quiet contemplation, like you’re considering your options. With the 8 of wands being such a action oriented card, relating to making progress, breakthroughs, I would be inclined to say it’s contemplation. But I think these cards came out together as a warning. They are two extremes. One one hand, fast movement, the potential for hasty decisions. On the other, stillness, the potential to contemplate too long and end up overthinking. And then, in the middle, The Hare, seeking balance. Keeping cycles in mind. Being patient. 

These were the extra cards I drew for you. Some of them are from positivity or self-care related decks, some are just extra messages. 

So from the positive thinking deck you got the reflection What Makes You Unique? Just a fun little thought exercise that may help you.

From the Sacred Self-Care oracle you got Aromatherapy. This can be a sign to pay attention to scents around you, see if anything connects to specific memories, and pay attention to how scents make you feel. It may also be something you can use as you work or when you’re feeling stressed. Light some nice smelling candles or use a room spray to make your space more inviting and pleasant for yourself. Or pick up a perfume or essential oil you like the smell of that you can wear to carry a calming scent with you on the go. 

From the Believe In Your Own Magic oracle you got Dragons: Slay them all. This really ties into that Strength and Lilith energy for me. Dragons can come in many forms - negative thoughts, people who don’t have the best intentions, people who do have good intentions but ignore what you want, stressful decisions, pressure from yourself and others, etc etc. But this card is telling you that you have what it takes to stand up to those dragons and beat them.

From the Numerology deck you have 93: Happy Ending. 93 may be a number that holds significance for you or one that you start to notice around you. But otherwise, this card serves as confirmation that a happy ending/positive conclusion is around the corner. 

And finally, a Frida Kahlo card for inspiration. It says: Your life has magnitude; you are magnificent. Honour yourself with a grateful attitude.

[weaselle]

Let’s talk about Witchcraft!

I used to pal around with people who considered themselves witches and pagans. California is a great place for finding people of a similar mindset, and I began a journey into what I then considered witchcraft with books by Aleister Crowley and a skill with tarot cards. Later, I celebrated a year’s worth of Sabbats with a group I joined in Germany. In Alabama I helped a couple people who were struggling with leaving christianity remain connected to a natural spiritualism through concepts such as the Lord and Lady. But my personal witching identity never truly fell in line with Wiccan paganism.

My grandmother had Gifts, I’ve written about them before. She had The Voice and she had True Dreams and some kind of Sight, all of which I personally witnessed before she passed.  I share the same birthmark as she, and, present at my birth, she pronounced some kind of minor prophecy regarding me when she saw the mark. My mother died when I was very young and nobody else took it seriously enough to remember this ‘prophecy’; Grandma herself when she recounted the story seemed to feel telling me her actual words would... not be a good idea.

I have my own variation of her gifts, more like Charm than Voice I would say; nothing special about my dreams when I have them at all, definitely some kind of Sight. But these gifts are not the kind of thing that are controlled or used on purpose, and, at least in my own family, come rarely into our lives. Altogether I have had noticeable access to these gifts perhaps ten times in my 40+ years.

However, I have developed a brand of practical witchcraft that suits me and seems more (not to be dismissive of other folks but) more real than what I was participating in when I was spending time with wiccan flavored witchery. Perhaps an example is in order. Let us consider the Athame, the witch’s blade.

Most of the people I’ve known to have an Athame have had some silly ceremonial decorative thing. Some chrome plated jagged shaped enormous monstrosity, and they only use it ten times a year to salute the 4 directions and ritualistically sacrifice some cheese or whatever.

But witchcraft is old. The OLDEST magic, the FIRST magic -- witching is older than the very concept of a decorative knife. Witchcraft, in my opinion, is a very practical practice.

My own Athame is my chef’s knife.

I use it every day. I know its weight, the feel of it in my hand, I’m skilled with it, I care for it daily, sharpening, cleaning; it feeds me, a part of almost every dinner I eat. If I lost it I would feel as though I lost a part of myself. I can use it to create things that will, for example, win over a romantic partner’s family (let’s be honest, cooking and witchcraft are closely tied together). It is well suited to butchering a small animal, if I was the kind of witch that did animal sacrifice, this is the knife I would use.

This, to me, is a witch’s blade.

The rest of a witch’s tool box is just as practical. Knife, music, wand, chalice, candle, pentacle. Other witch’s tools are basically these same things, much the way a torch is basically a big candle. Mystical as they may seem in a modern setting, these things are, in their purest form, simply the things you would need to be different than an animal, and survive as a human being in the wild.

You have fire (candle). A musical sound (bell is often simplest but plenty of witch kits substitute a flute, or a small drum, or some other simple instrument). A pentacle is little more than a flat work surface, like a cutting board, which is far more rare and valuable than we take it for if you live in the wild. And lets talk about the chalice and wand.

A wand is a stick. Possibly the first multi-purpose tool humans ever regularly used. You can use it to dig tubers. Draw diagrams in the dirt. Stir a stew or poke a fire. It extends your reach when getting fruit from trees or poking into holes for small edible creatures. A spear is, at its base concept, a large wand (the chimpanzees we’ve observed making and using spears are mostly mothers btw). And there are two reasons I suspect one might attach significance to waving a stick around in the air.

1: if you see a group of people talking and gesturing, but one of them is gesturing with some kind of stick, that one is in charge or has some special say in things. Right? I mean obviously there will be exceptions, but that basic observation is pretty true. In this way, it confers an invisible power.

2: if you are entering an old holy place, one that you only enter a few times a year, some kind of cave, or small grove, or temple... I can tell you from experience you’re probably going to want to find a stick and wave it around in front of you, around the entire space. Or you’re going to get that icky startle you feel when you catch a strand of spiderweb to the face. Imagine how that whole process might look to someone who doesn’t know what’s happening.

But there’s something else about a wand. A classic wand will have a pointy end (of obvious use in a variety of situations) and a thicker blunt end. This is not just for grip. That blunt end can combine with the chalice or cup to be a mortar and pestle. Now your wand, knife, chalice and candle are really coming together, because when you are done making whatever it is with the knife and mortar and pestle (probably on the surface of your pentacle) you can hang your chalice over the candle and heat it. This is how a witch might make a medicinal tea, or potion. 

Sometimes, one might attach something to the tip of the wand to specialize it, so a wand might have a rounded riverstone that would be a greater pestle. Or it might have a crystal that can make fire from sunlight. Or it might have a gem with a point hard enough to inscribe things on stones. All manner of things. Practical Things, though, is what I’m saying. Things that would have bordered on magic when the first humans had access to these tools.

So that for the tools. But what about Spells?

I don’t know how witching on the internet works. I’m old. But I’m going to tell you how a money spell I’ve used works, and that will give you an insight into my brand of witching and magic maybe. What you do is, you put a container on your altar (you have an altar. No, you DO. It’s either that place your keys and wallet always wind up, or the desk you do your creating at, or the spot next to the stove that’s supposed to be clear space but your cutting board and favorite knife is always there in front of jars of your favorite seasonings even though technically all that stuff has other places they are supposed to be kept. Sadly it might be your TV. These places fill altar functions. Unless you have a specially designated altar somewhere else already, of course) ANYway, you take a container, the bigger it is the stronger the spell but also the more time and effort it will take. Anyway, you put it on your altar. You stand in front of your altar and you make a solemn promise to put every penny you find there, in that container. Only literal penny coins, mind you. You vow to fill it to overflowing. You get an image in your head of what that looks like, and you concentrate on that, and you dedicate yourself to arriving in a universe in which this image is a reality. Basically, by spending time and energy on the promise, you make yourself take it seriously. You decide what you will do with those pennies. Be standing there making your penny collecting vow when you decide on that thing. It must be a whole thing, don’t add them to other money for anything, and don’t spend them on things you already set money aside for regularly; ideally you pair what you are doing with those pennies to concepts of reward and/or sacrifice. So you could vow to take them to a wishing fountain and throw them all in yourself or give them to other people to make wishes, or decide to take them all to a dessert place you like but rarely go to, and spend them on your favorite dessert they have for you or your bestie (fountain or cake, you walk away from spending them without owning anything more than when you started - hence an aspect of sacrifice… eating the pennies as cake or throwing them out as an offering is the same as burning them in a fire in many ways) And - this is important - you think about how money is desirable and vital enough that even the smallest possible increment, the lowly penny, is still worth handling and saving and spending in a planned and disciplined fashion. You THINK about that. Then you go about your life. But as you do so, you pick up and pocket every single penny you see. Pennies are worth so little, that we would often rather dump one in the garbage than pick through the dustpan to save it, but that’s not you anymore. Now, you will cross the street to pick one up out of the gutter if you see one. You’ll still put your change in the tip jar, but you’ll hold back the pennies. The more crazy into this you are, the stronger the spell… top-tier witches doing this spell would wade waist deep in cow poop to acquire a single shit-stained penny. You’re on a mission. You’ve made a promise. And you’re witching. When you get home with these pennies, at some point you’ll put them in the container on your altar. Each time you do, because of how brains work, you’ll be reminded of your promise. You’ll see your vision of overflowing coins again. You’ll imagine how fun the wishing fountain is going to be, or how delicious the cake is going to taste. And - this is important - you’ll think about how money is so desirable and vital that that even the smallest possible increment is worth handling and saving and spending in a planned and disciplined fashion. It may take you weeks to fill the container. It may take you months. But when you are done, when you have completed your vow, dispense the pennies as you planned. Don’t forget to give it extra time here. Look lovingly at the vision you have manifested, at the overflowing container when you have filled it. Feel the weight of it. Count them, roll them, recognize specific pennies that look different, think about pennies you collected in memorable ways. Fill yourself with pride and satisfaction, and carry that feeling with you to the fountain, to the dessert shop. Let your planned activity at that place magnify those feelings, reinforce those feelings. This is the culmination of the spell, the fireball leaving the tip of the wand -- experience the wonder and power of what you have done. See, true witching is, at its heart, extremely practical. It’s just a way for a human being to use intuition to reach truths housed in the dark mystery of our beings that science is only recently able to shed some light on. Things like how wearing clothes you perceive as “tough” will actually make you produce more “tough” chemicals like testosterone and adrenaline (according to studies that measured hormone levels of people switching between wearing leather jackets and pink dresses) or how if you BELIEVE a substance is medication, it can have some curative effects even if it’s just a sugar pill (placebos). Witching is often just working with these realities without access to detailed knowledge of all the science behind it.

Anyhow, when this spell is done, you will see money differently. Your spending habits will be different. You’ll think about money differently. Throwing your change in the tip jar won’t be a mindless activity, and maybe it makes you realize how little you’re actually putting in there and you wind up spending more money on tips than you used to - that’s okay, that’s good, the fact is, the thing you are doing with that money, how you chose to allocate your change from buying a cup of coffee, that is no longer an activity that you don’t really pay attention to; you put thought into it now. Money will have more value, now that not only are you WILLING to pick though dirt for a single cent, but it is actually habit to do so if you see one. Now something is no longer “just a dollar” it is ONE HUNDRED CENTS, and you have a visceral understanding of how much each of those cents is worth to you. And - this is important - you have completed an exercise in money management, wherein you dedicated to a planned expenditure, saved up the necessary funds, and followed through, laying paths in your neural network that take long enough to become habit and end in reward experience (it doesn’t have to be cake, simply completing your plan will give you the reward feelings, like finishing a video game level). You did this without having to change your finances, expenditures, or budget. It was just pennies, it wasn’t like when you try to save for a vacation and the saving is like a new bill you struggle to pay. This fit into your budget like it was nothing. Like it was extra money from nowhere, like it was… magic. The effects will keep spreading, rippling, transforming your life, your RELATIONSHIP with money will have been transformed, in a way too big to fully understand all implications - maybe people see a change in how you are with money and become more likely to trust you with it, more willing to loan you some when you need it. Maybe this will have filled you with ideas for other money management goals and the confidence to see them through and who knows where that will lead you? There is so much mystery and interconnection in this universe, the effects may well be long lasting and incredibly impactful. And that’s how a witch does a money spell. imo. Obviously, if you’ve read the first part of this post, you know I’m not saying this is how all magic works, or that there is no true mystery -- after all, did i not get suddenly taken to a casino for 15 minutes one morning so Grandma could win that poker jackpot with a royal flush in clubs that her late husband told her about in a dream? Clearly there is a great mysticism in the universe. But in my experience, much of the day to day experience of life and magic for a witch is rooted in practical practices.

Now go have fun darlings, and make magic happen

[iamnotbrianmay]

(English is not my native language so umm sorry for any occurring mistakes? > <)

*shuffles awkwardly* Hi dear I come bearing writing prompts? *nervous laughter* I swear initially they were meant to be short descriptions BUT EVERYTHING GOT TOTALLY OUT OF HAND BY THE END. MY GOD THEY’RE SO DAMN LONG NOW. YOU DON’T HAVE TO DO THIS IF YOU DON’T WANT TO (you could take all of them, some of them, one of them or NONE OF THEM ok? Totally fine!) so please don’t feel pressured? :) And you’re welcome to put your own spin on the prompts, pass them onto other writers if they’re interested or to collab with someone else! :D

But seriously though you can also just treat them as littles “stories” from me (aka. your humble little anon fan) to you, intended for your amusement instead of writing requests alright? Sorry to bombard you so suddenly with all this LOL. BTW you’ll see mostly they’re Brian’s POV because that’s just how my brain is wired lol it’s been like that since day 1 I CAN’T HELP IT.

BTW the “His Majesty, KING!” series by chateauofmyheart (I think she’s most known for the Queen + Rare Words series and her Tumblr blog is chateauofmymind) is THE fic that completely changed my perspective on gender swap themes. After reading that I was fascinated by how good it can be in the hands of brilliant writers. Hence all you’re reading right now ahahahaha it’s like a floodgate been opened LOL.

Alright? Here we go with the first one - Modern day!AU, Poly!Fem!Queen(King) with supernatural elements? (I’m still gonna use male names and pronouns here to avoid confusion but at the same time it’s also because of I wanna see what female names you’d bestow upon them! Surprise me then? :D) Brian always has a connection with the “spiritual side” since he was a kid, sometimes he sees auras, energies, spirits and even on very rare occasions, deities. But it’s not as glamour as it sounds and he has learned the hard way to keep this solely to himself since no one will believe him. And to pretend to be “normal” is very important since not everything he sees is harmless, he has to find ways to avoid being haunted by evil beings, but it doesn’t always work; More often than not his health or mood is affected or he’s chased and stalked and has terrible nightmares hence the insomnia. By the time he got to college, though things still got really bad every once in a while but it felt like he has finally beginning to have situations under some semblance of control. Strangely, all these seemed to largely improved right after he became friends with Roger, Freddie and John, BUT inconveniently started pining after them real quick. His usual tactics were to keep his distance from the people around him but this time he’s drawn to them, feeling oddly alone when they’re not together; How sad is that? Falling in love for the first time in his life yet knowing there’s just no way it’s gonna end happily, but they don’t need to know that it’s fine he’s used to being the outcast. Although his first meetings with each of them does feel a little unusual? They sure are a weird bunch for example, who would own so many of candles? And why so many talismans as well? (Very beautiful though all seems to be handmade perhaps they’re just into DIY stuffs and craftsmanship?) Also the look they gave him? Gleam in their eyes akin to excitement and awe, almost predatory in a sense? Not to mention all those cryptic sentences and meaningful glances shared between the three. It sounds crazy but sometimes they gave off such strong “witchy” vibes as if they’re actual witches like the ones in the movies or something (NOT the Harry Potter kind but more like, The Craft? But in a good way?), that being said Brian does have this distinct feeling that they’re in on some kind of secret which he’s not a part of and it makes him feel a bit sad and left out, but he hides his feelings well(me: or so he thinks haha we’re all familiar with this trope yeah? MOVING ON LOL). These three are lovely together, but Brian’s afraid of screwing things up so he kept his mouth shut and just took whatever he can get. Plot twist LOL one night after a horrible near-death incident (caused by a horrendous curse aimed directly at him and much later on he learned that somehow it was powerful enough to break through the “protection ring” which Roger, Freddie and John had cast around him, WTH?!), he’s eventually saved by the other three and now he really wants some answers and perhaps the truth. It turns out that they’re all actual witches with different abilities and incredible powers including the oblivious Brian, Roger, Freddie and John had known this their entire life and all had proper training except for Brian who isn’t from a witchcraft family. Basically the other three have being protecting and guarding him ever since they’ve met (even though he doesn’t know a damn thing about his own gifts, they were very adamant that he belongs to them and their own “coven”). The four of them actually formed one of the most powerful witch coven ever and the curse was cast by another malicious one that’s jealous and afraid of how powerful they’re going to be once Brian realizes his own gifts, so they tried to get rid of him first. Cue a happy Poly!Fem!OT4 ending and a love confession + getting together yeah? :D And they all work on helping Brian to develop and harness his own powers. Love youuuu. (BTW I’m “obsessed” with Gothic aesthetics and vibes. This seems to be the perfect universe for this type of element to shine right? :D Literally everything ranging from character styles to witchcraft tools could be incorporate with it but I don’t think I did a good job in describing. Orz)

And off to the second prompt now! Shall we? :) Modern day!AU, Poly!Fem!Queen(King)? (Or no gender swap is fine too! Again I’m still using male names and pronouns here same reasons as above), It’s around 20:00 when Brian exited his plane. This past one month period of astronomy conference had been an opportunity of a life time and literally one of his biggest dreams. It’s a huge honor for him to be able to participate but after being away from his three lovers for so long, he does miss them terribly; The schedule of the conference is quite hectic and irregular with very little down time though the four of them do try to facetime or skype each other as often as they can, it still is nothing like being with each other in person, not to mention they’re all busy and more often than not had to resort to just texting in their group chat. His heart now flutters happily thinking about home and them. Just as when he’s about to call for a taxi someone’s hand came up around his waist – it’s John! And apparently John had arranged in advance for some people to come and take care of Brian’s luggage, Him however, remains firmly tucked by Brian’s side. Though they’re both not too keen on PDA Brian finds the urge to kiss him incredibly strong right now. John seems to be the same considering the heat in his eyes and if his smirk is anything to go by - “Wanna go for a ride? Our new car’s pretty neat.” “The one that Roger picked?” “Yeah.” “He agreed that you can drive it?” “Well he’s going to have to since the car keys’ being nicked.” “Oh my god John you stole Roger’s car keys?!” “It’s OUR car so technically it’s not stealing.” TBH John’s expression right now is kinda turning him on okay calm down deep breath they’re still in public god damn it. John proceed to guided Brian towards their ride and it is indeed a beautiful car. While John drove Brian asked Roger and Freddie’s whereabouts and got a mysterious smile and a vague “you’ll see” instead. It’s getting quite late and there’s not much traffic on the road so John might be speeding up a bit to enjoy the thrill. Normally Brian would fret over this but now he’s just happy, content and relaxed after coming home and reuniting with his lovers. He even let out an excited little shout and rolled down the window a bit to enjoy the night breeze when John sped up, which John beamed at him. “This isn’t our way home?” “We’re not going home yet.” “And are you gonna tell me where we’re heading?” “You’ll see.” Again with that cryptic-John-smile. They continue to drive up and deep into the mountains and eventually stoping at a lovely camping site with an elegant looking villa, John explained that they’ve booked this whole area exclusively for the next couple of days; They’ve missed him and all wanted to spend some alone time with each other. The weather is nice so it’s a clear starry night sky above and there’s a small bonfire crackling along with Roger and Freddie’s laughter, who are currently sitting beside it. Brian leaned over to John, planting a chaste kiss on his lips and whispered his thanks but apparently John had something else in mind. As soon as Brian began to pull back John shot out his hands and tugged on Brian’s hair just the way he knows how he likes it, that forced a surprised whimper out of Brian’s mouth and John took the opportunity to practically devour him with hungry kisses and tongue. Things heat up fast and Brian’s soft moans quickly became louder as John wasted no time opening up his shirt, caressing all over his chest and pinching his nipples. Brian let out a high-pitched yelp as John bit on his earlobe suddenly and at the same time dipped his hand into his underwear. Then Freddie showed up knocking disapprovingly on the car door window: “Tsk tsk starting without us already? That’s rude darling!.” Hearing this John let go of Brian’s lips, beamed at Freddie and opened the car door but didn’t retrieve his hand. Brian, now flushed and disheveled, looked up and gave Freddie a sheepish smile but abruptly let out another whimper as John started moving his fingers. He bit his lips in embarrassment, trying to contain his noise but quickly released them as John growled, demanding to hear his voice. Seeing this Freddie smirked and quickly bent down, grabbing Brian’s face and pulling him into another round of passionate and possessive kisses, full of teeth and tongue. “Oi! Stealing my car now John?! Wanker.” Roger appeared scowling but John just laughed and so does Freddie, letting go of Brian’s lips. Brian blinked a few times, willing his now distracted brain to focus on locating Roger and wordlessly held out his hands, beckoning him closer. Roger moved nearer and hummed his appreciation at the current sight on display, taking hold of both of Brian’s wrists with one hand, ran his other one over Brian’s exposed chest and suddenly pinched his nipple perfectly in time with John, who’s fingers just did something amazing inside Brian’s underwear. Brian moaned loudly and arched his back, feeling his orgasm approaching embarrassingly fast but soon let out a confused whimper when he felt John retrieving his touches. Roger laughed, nuzzled behind his ears and growled, “Only if you beg prettily enough.” Then he tugged him up and gestured towards the villa. “Let’s go and make good use of that giant bed.” Freddie nodded, agreeing with Roger, eyes drinking in the sight in front of him and licked his lips. “I’ll put out the bonfire then. Don’t start anything fun without me!” He kissed Brian once more, heatedly and full of promises of more to come, bit his lips playfully and quickly head towards the fire. “I was gonna make him come once before we go inside but your idea is quite tempting.” John smirked at Roger. “Will you do as Roger says love? Beg prettily for us? Should we allow you to come at all?” “Pleasepleaseplease.” Brian could only whimper, already feeling the familiar heavenly float that could only come from being cared for by his lovers. “Good boy. We’re gonna take such good care of you now, you can let go.” Roger began running his hand through Brian’s hair alongside with John, waiting for Freddie to return. Cue a steamy, sexy and loving Poly!Fem!(or not fem)OT4 night yeah? And there may or may not be a huge jacuzzi in the villa that they all made good use of. <3333

Okay now prompt number 3 is the standard type that one usually gets in their askbox if a writer is open for requests - Your take on in the Poly!Queen universe how would Freddie persuaded/convinced/forced?(XD) Brian to play harp for Love of My Life (and why Brian specifically? Besides all the rational reasons for him to be that person, you might be able to come up with something that’s outside the box? :D) and how the whole “Brian eventually constructed the song from piano onto acoustic guitar for live performances” business came about? Do you ever wonder why it’s not Freddie on the piano playing and singing like what he’s done with other songs? Or why not Brian on the piano while Freddie sings like the beginning of their live performances for Save Me? (AGAIN besides all the rational reasons behind it I’m still interested in your take. :P Have you read that Brian’s interview in which he says he thinks Freddie sees him as his own personal Jimi Hendrix and basically said that they’re gonna do this together? And those early year interviews regarding their album A Night at the Opera in which Freddie said he’s gonna make Brian play the harp until his hands drop off LOL and how Freddie describe the harp as the big thingy that angels play? Yeah Freddie we know that Brian’s your angel and SOUL BROTHER ahhhh I’m making myself emotional now QQ)

Ready for prompt number 4? Last one for now haha I think my brain is drying up lol. It just shows how amazing writers are! I salute you! You are wonderful. <333 Poly!Queen? Hot Space!Era (AUish)?, starting with them having a really rough time in the studio and it had been going on for quite a while (Prenter’s presence and words definitely didn’t help. It only gets worse and for some reason Brian has this feeling that he’s been singled out as target) and a particularly nasty fight broke out one day and even more unfortunate is that the fight got personal. And of course it has something to do with the infamous diss track: Back Chat (the fandom seems to think this song is aimed at Brian? though we will never know the truth ummm), Brian left the studio in the end (bitterly he denies the voices in his head calling him a coward for running away. He just wanted some fresh air, and maybe some alcohol in a bar that his bandmates do not frequent so he wouldn’t be found). Somehow, a band that’s also on the rise of fame managed to track him down while he was trying to numb himself quickly by getting plastered. They then offered a pretty sweet deal of him leaving Queen (“Since they don’t seem to love you anymore.” One of them murmured softly to him and hearing this is like been stabbed through the heart.) and joining them instead, not just as the song writer and lead guitarist but also as the lead vocalist of the band, basically saying that he could have everything; Strangely, it turns out that they actually had some “inside information” regarding of what’s been going on in Queen and had been following for a while, all of them keen on taking Brian’s side. Through the drunken fog in his brain his heart sank. Queen has already established the reputation of being a tight unit especially after their success, generally people respect their close bond with each other so there hasn’t been any “headhunting” propositions for a VERY long time; The fact of it appearing again now out of all times only brought out senses of dread, thoughts immediately heading to a dark place in which all the worst-case scenarios resides: is this actually his bandmates asking him to leave through a third party? Are they so fed up with him that they couldn’t even stand to break the news in person? Is this them breaking up with him? He’s suddenly so cold and dizzy that he started swaying unsteadily, the band then quickly offered to bring him back to their own brand-new recording studio for a tour and maybe some rest. Feeling drunk and resigned Brian just watched silently with half lidded eyes as they maneuvered him out of his seat. As they were about to usher him out of the bar suddenly all motion stopped as the band abruptly came face to face with Roger (eyes narrowed and fists balled, obviously fuming), Freddie (seemingly nonchalant with raised eyebrow but his coiled muscles as if ready for a fight totally says otherwise) and John (his face somehow even more unreadable than usual, eyes glinting ominously). Sensing the atmosphere shift, those who were around Brian all collectively took a step back and for some unknown reason, a few guilty looks appeared on some of their faces. Brian started swaying again without the support and Freddie quickly appeared besides Brian, wrapping tightly around him and helped carrying his weight. However, still feeling angry and devasted Brian tried to wriggle out of his embrace but found himself drunk and too slow and did not have the strength at to pry open Freddie’s “iron grip” at all (yeah how could he forget that Freddie is in fact a damn good athlete and a boxer, John also joined him in the gym these days these two often had great fun together). Sensing Brian’s struggle Freddie only wordlessly tightens his hold; Brian eventually gave up trying to get free after a few attempts instead just bit his lips (nervous habit kicking in now) and looked away, unwilling to face his three bandmates and lovers. “Where the hell do you think you’re taking OUR guitarist to?” Roger snarled, also coming up besides Freddie to help supporting Brian. After a quick check up on him, he frowned when he found that Brian’s skin is cold and clammy. “It’s great that you guys want to look out for OUR Brimi, but we’ll take it from here now.” There’s a storm brewing behind Freddie’s eyes, dismissal clear in his voice. Yet in the same time he’s very mindful of the drunk Brian now stiffly resides in his and Roger’s arms, careful to not cause him anymore physical discomfort. “It seems that a certain rat has been feeding you all kinds of information on us? Things that he’s not supposed to pry and definitely not supposed to blab about?” With a dark edge to his voice, John stepped forward, staring down at the few guilty faces in front of him, smiling cold and sharp. “Well he’s not around anymore, make of that what you will.” Slowly Brian blinked up at John through his drunken haze in surprise, it has to be Prenter that they’re talking about, right? But how— “Let’s get back to the hotel, Bri’s not feeling so well.” Roger grunted, tugging the other three out of the bar impatiently, his hold on Brian is steadfast and unwavering. “Come on guys, get in the car.” “Please come back with us Brimi? We know that you’re still hurting but I promise you, we’re gonna get through this together, alright?” Well now that’s just unfair, Freddie’s bringing out his nickname now in that soft tone AND looking at him like he’s something precious, really not fair at all. Brian could only nod, not trusting his voice yet but Freddie beamed brightly at him. “I’m sorry, baby. We’ll all have a long talk and fill you in on the details of Prenter after you get some rest okay?.” Now that’s just cheating. They’re in the car now and John’s petting his hair oh so gently, expertly lulling him to sleep. Cue the OT4!boys have a long hard talk about EVERYTHING and their relationship that involves lots of shouting, bitching, bickering, crying, apologizing and making up! HAPPY ENDINGS HELL YEAH and the other three explained how the whole Prenter thing came to light and with evidence, they fired him immediately. Also John may or may not have “convinced” (“I’d say threatened is more like it.” Roger snickered.) the other band’s manager to give up the location of the bar that they had sooo enthusiastically called him from, exclaiming Brian May’s about to quit Queen and join them and that they were trying to bring him back to the studio now.

I hope these brightened your day? Maybe if I’m lucky enough they could inspire you a bit? Perhaps they could be accepted as your writing prompts? :P Anyway I love you! Have a beautiful day and life hon. <333

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Also, you have a surprise coming for you in the next few days so stay vigilant of that!

[nyxi-styx]

Anti Climax

(Antisepticeye x female-bodied reader)

((Play on words, see? If it was one word, “anticlimax”, it would be about disappointment, but since its separated it’s about Anti and climaxing. I think I’m clever and funny, okay?))

SO MANY Warnings: the smuttiest smutty smut, knife play, blood play, very intense sex, object insertion, this is not entirely consensual because of implied mind-control so maybe dub-con? ...idk, branding via cutting, mind control, probably some other stuff…. Basically you’re not gonna wanna read it unless you’re a demented little monster-fucker like me and @septiclaufey​ , whom this is for btw, just like my Dark Daddy story. Let’s go, let’s get into it and rub some… parts.

Thunder rolls overhead, but you pay it no mind as you settle in for a night of binge-watching. Thunderstorms are perfect weather for it, after all. You’ve just gotten past the theme song when the power suddenly cuts out through your whole home, casting you into the pitch darkness. Under your breath you swear as you shove the blanket off your lap and stand up, starting to make your way to the kitchen to get the emergency candles and flashlight. You hope the electricity returns before you have to go through all that effort, but that’s not exactly what happens. You can hear faint laughter echoing off the walls. It’s an all-too familiar laugh that sends a chill up your spine. He’s here.

Before you can even move, a pair of faintly glowing, green-tinted arms wrap around you from behind, a knife against your throat. The blade just barely brushed against your skin, not yet enough to cut. You gasp and shudder. “Did you miss me,” a familiar voice giggles in your ear. You find yourself unable to answer, but it doesn’t matter, the knife slides down your torso and up under your shirt. The blade is cold, causing you to gasp again. Your shirt may as well be made of butter for as easily as the blade cuts through the fabric.

The hand without the knife repositions itself under your rib cage as a pair of lips brush against the back of your neck, hot breath warming the nape. “You don’t even have to speak. I can feel your heartbeat. I know what you want.” His tone of voice causes you to break out in goosebumps and you swallow hard. He presses the flat of the blade against your sternum and for a moment you’re afraid for your life, but then he cuts through your bra just like your shirt, setting your breasts free.

His free hand moves again, grabbing a handful of your hair at the back of your head and tugging backward, causing you to yelp. “Are you going to make me cut off your panties too, or are you going to be a good puppet and take them off for me?”

You find yourself torn. You absolutely want to be a good puppet. You want to show him how obedient you can be, how eager you are. But at the same time, you definitely want him to cut off your panties. Before you can make up your mind, he whispers, “too late” in your ear with a small giggle as he uses the knife to cut your panties at the side seams. They fall to the ground and you’re left completely exposed. He tugs on your hair again and turns you to face him at last. Your home is pitch black and yet you can see him so very clearly. Blood drips from the wound on his neck as if it’s still fresh, but your eyes are soon transfixed on his: black and seeming to absorb light rather than reflect it. Now, you can’t look away. You can’t move. You can barely even think.

“Such a good puppet,” Anti purrs at you. “You’re going to please me, aren’t you? And let me please you in return. You’re going to do everything I ask, aren’t you? Give into my demands, my desires….”

Without even being fully conscious of what you may be agreeing to, you nod slowly. It’s like he’s in your head. Controlling you. You feel a warmth spread through your loins at this possibility and heat spreads between your legs. As if he can smell it, Anti grins wickedly. “That’s it.” He draws you closer and kisses you deeply, feeling you basically turn to warm putty in his arms. When he pulls back and licks his lips, that seems to trigger an idea of your own. Or maybe of his. You can’t possibly be sure what thoughts truly belong to you anymore. You move in as he tilts his head back and you slowly lick the warm, surprisingly somehow still-fresh, blood from the wound on his throat. Anti purrs in satisfaction while you adjust to the warm metallic taste. He may not be human, but he tastes like he is.

Suddenly his arms are no longer around you. He’s gone in a split second, but his voice comes from behind you. “Over here, puppet,” he beckons and you turn to see him standing on the opposite side of the sofa. On auto-pilot, you make your way toward him. He pushes you down on the couch, nudging your legs apart with his own before dropping to his knees before you. He leans down to trail bite marks up the insides of both of your thighs. You moan quietly, pushing your fingers into his hair. Anti seems to like this, or at the very least, he’s not rushing to restrain your hands from doing it. He even makes a sound… almost like a purr but deeper.

When he’s eye level with your wet pussy he stops to breathe in your scent, growling with a sort of possessive pleasure. He looks up at you, eyes still blacker than the dark room you sit in, and brings his inhumanly pointed tongue out slowly, dragging the tip over your slit. It’s so simple, but you can’t help but arch your back off the sofa just slightly as if feeding yourself to him. A chuckle rumbles from this throat and he eases your hips back into place, holding you there.

His tongue may add to his terrifying appearance, but it doesn’t take away from your pleasure. In fact, it’s able to explore every bit of you, inside and out, reaching places no one else ever has with cunnilingus alone. The tip reaches your G-spot perfectly, making you cry out and tug on the handful of his hair you still grasp. You reaction pleases the demon and he buries his face in your cunt, tongue still working you from the inside. The pleasure building impossibly until you just can’t hold back anymore and come with a cry, writhing in place, rolling your hips.

Anti laps up every bit of your wetness before pulling back from you, wearing a devilish smirk. Despite the intensity of the orgasm that’s just past, your body craves more. You whine and try to pull him back in, but he has other ideas.

As the demon stands, he pushes you to lie on your back, met with no resistance. You stare, wide-eyed as he draws his blade again. This time, he presses the tip into the soft flesh above your right hip, dragging it down, red droplets appearing in the wake of the cut. It stings a little, enough to make you hiss, but the knife is sharp enough to not cause any significant pain, even as deep as the cut is.

You can’t tell exactly what he’s carving into your skin, but you can feel small, connecting lines. You don’t dare try to sit up and look. Finally, he pulls the knife away from your skin and beholds his work with pride. “There is no question now: you are mine.” He traces the cuts with his index finger, smearing the blood. “A… S… E… No one else will dare to touch you.”  He licks your blood off the blade of the knife and makes a sound like a moan, but he glitches, distorting the sound into something strange.

Anti turns the knife in his hand, holding it by the blade, and runs the handle over your thighs, trailing upward. He watches your face as he slowly teases your clit with the end of the handle, dragging it down before sliding it into you, a perverse and makeshift dildo. It’s slow and you know it’s coming but it doesn’t stop you from gasping at the unfamiliar feeling of the foreign object.

It certainly takes getting used to, but it’s not altogether unpleasant. However, right as you’re approaching the edge of another orgasm, he stops. You think it’s cruel of him to do so as he withdraws the knife’s handle from with in you, but he’s never been above cruelty.

You squirm, desperate for the friction you’d just had, but it does nothing to urge him to move faster. Within the blink of an eye, he’s between your thighs and you can feel his cock pressing at your entrance. “Good little puppet. You’re ready for me, aren’t you?” Words escape you, all you can do his nod. As soon as he pushes inside, your hands grab his shoulders, a moan falling from your lips.

So quick it might have been a glitch, he pins both of your hands above your head with one of his own hands. He touches the flat of the blade against your lips. Instinctively, you touch it with the tip of your tongue. It’s cold when the rest of your body is unbearably warm, making it a surprisingly welcome sensation. Anti drags it down, your lip being tugged with it. He keeps the knife at the base of your throat now as he begins to thrust into you. Hard and deep immediately, no building up to it.

Despite the fervor with which he pounds into you, grunting with each thrust, the knife never pierces your skin; yet the thrill of it being there, of knowing he was in control in that moment of whether you live or die, remained. If he slit your throat, would you become like him? A black-eyed, glitch demon with the throat scar to match?

As Anti stares down at you, the black fades back to brilliant blue eyes and he almost looks human for a moment. It’s a feature he hides from you in the next moment as he leans down, sinking impossibly sharp teeth into your neck. He’s almost certainly drawn blood, but it doesn’t matter. All that matters is the pleasure that’s building again. His cock fits so perfectly inside and he hits your G-spot on at least every second thrust. The wild mix of sensations overwhelm your mind, making you dizzy.

“Come for me, puppet,” he demands, voice low in your ear and breath hot on your neck. “One more time. I want to feel you coming around my cock like a good puppet.” He sits back up to look at you as you mewl in affirmation. Moments later, you feel your body begin to tense as another orgasm overtakes you. Your mouth falls open in a silent moan as your arch your back, shivering and convulsing against the demon as your walls clench around him. That seems to be all he needs; his eyes go black again and you watch him glitch as you feel him empty himself inside of you.

There’s a moment of stillness as you both recover. He pulls the knife away from your throat and you see blue eyes again. He leans in to claim your mouth in a passionate kiss one last time. And then he’s gone, just as easily as he’d appeared, his words carried in on an impossible wind as thunder rolls overhead once more: “Until next time, my puppet.”

[poetic-filth]

The Mage and The Frog

Pairings: Garfield(Beast Boy) x Rachel(Raven)

AU

Summary: Inspired by the classic fairytale "the princess and the frog". A mage finds a frog inside her cauldron she was surprised to hear it speak, apparently said frog was once a human. He requires a kiss from a princess to reverse the curse. The mage thinking the frog a prince, offers if she could counter the spell with her own, but she requires something in return.

Author's note: Some BBrae fluff before the new year. BTW, all my fanfics can be found on fanfiction.net. Go check them out! I Actually got the idea of writing this one from a dream I had, in my dream I accidentally turned one of my bestfriends into a frog and I had to approach a witch to turn him back. hahahaha stupid I know.

Also, This was a drawing I did months ago, it was meant for inktober but I got really busy during that month and never got to finish all.

The Mage and The Frog

"Azerath," a gust of wind.

"Metrion," a hoot of an owl.

"Zinthos" and a howl in the distance.

The young mage opens her completely pitch black eyes as the tiny inky nerves surrounding her eyes disappears into her ashy pale skin. Her eyes slowly returning back to their humane form with irises a deep indigo blue. There is a power, a wrath within her but still it makes her completely lonely and empty. Once out of the trance of her meditation reality will sink back in, inside her coven secluded from the rest of the kingdom, hidden deep within the wood, she was alone.

And in solitude she finds herself, people of the village feared her, some wanted her hunted and burned at the stake, the priests of the church wanted her exorcised however, the king didn't seem to mind having her in the kingdom. In fact she was even called once to the palace to assist the princess in birth when all the midwives of the palace couldn't aid and deliver the infant after almost a day in turmoil, the king finally summoned her, and without her healing prowess surely the mother and infant would have perished in birth. The princess was from a faraway kingdom and she has very different views and beliefs to the kingdom's morals, as much as King Bruce opposed the union of his eldest and the princess, he wanted nothing more than his son to be happy, and clearly the said princess has given more than what the eldest prince needed.

Oh the mage was powerful, indeed one of the best in the land. Being a mage is simply a guise of her true capabilities. She possessed a power, a terrible power, which she uses to the advantage of humanity. She had helped heal wary and injured travelers over the years but never has she healed nor helped any of the locals in the kingdom, they simply wouldn't let her anywhere near them, she elicits darkness that made everyone fear her, even the king himself who is known to be one with the shadows himself is not anywhere near as mysterious as her, she could give anyone nightmares and traumatize them enough to be willing to end their lives entirely, she could open all the seven gates of hell is she wills herself, engulfing the whole kingdom to the deepest darkest realms of hell, she was a demon. But she wouldn't indulge herself with that thought. She has to fight it and get in control of herself from doing anything as demonic as the mere thought of harming anyone. She may have been created by a demon but she wasn't like him, she wasn't her father's toy.

The young girl stared at the flickering candle before her, it was late in the evening, everyone in the kingdom receded to slumber. Only the bright full moon and the meek candle illuminated her coven. This was the perfect time to draw out spells and formulate potions, this time was hers.

Slowly, she ran her dainty fingers along the spines of aged leather books, books she has collected over the years, books which bound rich spells and incantations, both for life and death. Her hand stopped, looking closely at the gold lettering on the worn red leather.

Love.

It has been awhile since she last opened this book. Arching a brow as she retrieves the book from the shelf. A book of love spells, how ironic she thought. Only humans too desperate for love would cast a love spell on anyone. Nevertheless, she opened the book and made her way to the cauldron.

"What of love?" she silently muttered to herself, Skimming through the worn and torn pages of the book.

She stopped at a certain spell.

Love's true form.

She tilted her head ever so slightly, curious as to what the spell beholds and read through elements the spell requires.

"Crushed dried rose petals, spring dew, a dash of earth, a dollop of frost and a drop of blood from the host seeking for their true love's form" simple, she already has everything in her coven. All she needs to do now is bring everything to her cauldron and chant the words of the spell.

She lifts the lid of the cauldron, ready to see what her true loves-

"Croak!"

Flabbergasted, the mage dropped the lid and eyed the cauldron. Moments later and she heard it again. A croak.

Nervously, she slowly lifted the lid of the cauldron and- "croak" a big green frog leaped to the rim of the cauldron and stared at her.

"A frog!" she squealed, "It's just a frog" she felt her shoulders ease up the moment she saw that it was just a harmless creature.

"Greetings my lady, do you mind doing me a favour?" the frog suddenly spoke. To her surprise she whacked it with the thick leather book causing the creature to fall back in the cauldron.

She sauntered over the pot and peered inside when she heard a wail.

"Whatever was that for?" the frog bellowed from inside the cauldron.

"You speak? How can you speak?" she asked surprised.

"You see my lovely lady, I am not a frog at all" the frog said as he leaped back to the rim.

The girl examined the frog for a moment and arched her brow.

"Not a frog?"

"uh well, uhm, you see that is why I need you," the frog explained "I am Garfield from the palace court."

"The palace court?" that certainly peaked her interest "so you were once human?"

"Indeed I am!" the frog stated proudly then looked down at himself "well I was human"

After a moment of hesitation, she decided to humor the frog. After all, It would give her something to do.

The girl gathered the frog from the cauldron and set him on the table as she took a seat herself, propping her elbows on the table and her chin on one of her palms she let out a sigh.

"I guess your favour has something to do with why you're a frog then."

"Yes, I have heard of you, a young and powerful mage! There have been rumors about you in the kingdom" the frog said leaping closely to her.

She stared blankly at the frog and gave him nod to indicate him to continue.

"You see, as I said, I am from the palace court, last I remember there was a ball the king was hosting, and the nobles of the kingdom was invited, even royals from other kingdoms were present" the frog continued. The king was known for his lavish and extravagant balls, royals from all across the land would flock to his palace for a night of splendor.

"A ball?" she asked. She has never been to one, everyone in the kingdom knew that the king always held the best balls and one would be lucky to have been invited.

"Yes I was eating the feast the palace has prepared when all of a sudden I just felt dizzy and suddenly everything went dark, then I woke up a frog!"

Could it be that this Garfield was once a prince invited to the ball, the mage thought. And it sounds as if he has been cursed a frog, perhaps because of a certain wrong doing or a jealous maiden seeking revenge.

"But what can I do to turn you back?" she asked lifting her head from her palms. "Surely there must have been a reason why you have been turned into a frog"

"aaahh yes! I heard there has been rumors about another mage in the kingdom, and she wants to get the prince to marry her!" the frog said, leaping over her hands.

For a moment she contemplated on flicking it away, but the thought of the frog possibly being a prince made her reconsider the action. This maybe be a prince asking her for a favour. She smirked at the thought.

"What must be done in order to turn you back to human?" she asked, lifting the frog to her eye level.

If this frog was indeed a prince, then the mage who cursed him must have done so in order to hold him captive and force him to marry her. But how did he end up in her cauldron? Was he being hunted down at this instant? Surely the other mage would be looking for her frog prince.

"Haven't you heard of this curse before?" the frog asked, quite confused. Surely anyone who toys with spells and curses would know how to turn this frog back into a human. Surely she would at least have an idea. "I honestly have no clue"

She could see the forlorn in the frog's eyes, as it dropped from her gaze and for some reason, she herself wasn't convinced of, she felt pity.

"Do you really think I go around cursing people to become frogs?" she asked sarcastically rolling her eyes, getting on her feet, she went to the book shelves on the wall and started scanning for an answer.

Then right in that instant she it dawned at her, true form. She hurried back to the table where she have placed the book of love spells. There must be something in the book to help someone turn back to their true form.

She quickly flipped through the pages of the book, looking for something, anything that could give her an idea of how to turn Garfield back to a human.

And there it was, a kiss from a princess.

If the mage that cursed the frog and forced him to marry her, then that would mean she would turn into a princess, then the frog would return to being a prince. Exactly!

"This is it! A kiss from a princess. You need to kiss a princess." She said looking at the frog on the table, he wasn't enthusiastic about the solution and felt even more hopeless. He slumped back on himself and sighed heavily.

"The kingdom only has four princes, and the only princess around is married to the eldest, I , I couldn't possibly" he said pitifully, he couldn't get the princess to kiss him, the princess already belongs to someone and kissing someone else is rather an act frowned upon. "I can't ask the princess to kiss me"

Just then the mage came up with an idea, if the frog won't kiss the princess then she'll have to just cast a spell that would revoke the curse, she would have to call upon the demons of her soul to overpower the curse, but it will cost her, she knows. And being a prince, she can surely get something out of the frog. It was a price to be paid.

"Because she is married" she flatly stated, she knows she can reverse the curse using the demons within her, but it will hurt and it will be costly. "I can reverse the curse, but it will cost you, it will cost you greatly"

"I will do anything!" the frog in depression pleaded.

"I ask for your first born" she demanded, she needed a soul. Summoning the demon in her would cost her strength and weaken her, and worst kill her. Having someone around to assist her would be useful, and of course the blood of royalty would help her place in the kingdom. Not that she wanted to be in one with them, it will just stop them from trying to get to her and burn her at the stake, or exorcise her. Also, she wouldn't have to be alone anymore.

"My first born?" the frog asked perplexed, "you want me to give you my child?"

"If you don't want to I-"

"I'll do it!"

She stared at the frog for a moment in confusion, it was never easy to give up their own child, was this frog crazy?

"Very well then," she looked out the window as a gust of wind shuddered the trees. "Shall we proceed?"

Not waiting for the frog's response, she picked him up from the table and placed him in the center of a circle on the floor, she placed candles in the perimeter of the circle and lit them one by one. She sat in a lotus in front of the frog and closed her eyes.

"Relax, this will take a while, but repeat after me" she ordered the frog.

"azerath,"

"metrion,"

"zinthos" nothing happened.

"I don't see how this is-"

"Shut up!" she exclaimed "this won't work if you don't focus!"

Again and again she they chanted the words but nothing seems to be happening.

"Well I guess I'm stuck being a frog" he jests. He was quite nervous really, now he's pressured to bear a child in order to repay her.

The mage didn't answer and just continued chanting the words. There must be something wrong with what she's doing, why isn't the frog turning human?

"I could be of some help here, if it doesn't work" the frog continued since nothing seems to be happening at all. "I know people like you typically has a raven, a bat or a black cat, but a frog can be-"

"Quiet!" she roared. "Look, do you want to go back to being human or not?"

"Well uuhhmmm you see, there's nothing wrong with being frog" he chuckled, he was quite nervous all of a sudden, he agreed to the terms given to him earlier without really thinking, now he's slowly realizing how much of a burden this truly is.

There's nothing really wrong with being a frog, he thought. It wasn't any better or worse than what he did when he was human.

"So you'd rather stay a frog?" she peered one of her eyes to look at the frog.

"Look at the bright side, at least if I stayed a frog, you wouldn't be alone, I can stay with you here"

"And do you really think I would want to have a frog around?" she sarcastically asked.

"uuhhh well, you'll have someone to talk to" he gave her a slight chuckle.

She stared at the frog for a moment before getting up from the floor and putting out the candles, she slowly made her way to her chambers. Her powers weren't working. Was this another one of his taunts to compel her to accept her true self?

It was happening again, her inner demons mocking her into submission.

But if the frog wasn't going to participate and let her focus, then she wasn't going to waste her time trying to help a pathetic little frog.

"Are you just going to leave me alone-" The door to her bed chamber slams shut. "uhhh goodnight!"

The frog was left alone in the dark.

In her chambers, the mage sat quietly in the dark. She certainly didn't want to keep a talking frog around, prince or not, but if he wasn't willing to give up his first born child then how else was he going to repay her. She couldn't just turn him back without being repaid. Everything comes with a cost.

For a brief moment she considered actually appearing in the palace and demanding the princess to kiss the frog just to get it off her back. But no, the princess and the prince were very kind to her, they repaid her well for helping deliver their first born, they even insist she stayed in court but of course she wouldn't like to mingle with the privileged of the court she basically loathed. And besides she didn't like the idea of living within everyone's reach, the priests there would reiterate she be exorcised. Well to be damned with them.

She could banish him to another dimension, leave him there to rot as a frog. But no, aside from being annoying, the frog did nothing wrong to her. Guilt would plague her if she was to do that, and she wasn't going to do something so evil, that would only please her father, not herself. And what of the woman who cursed him? She might have to face her if she banished her prince, or what if his kingdom came to look for their prince, only to know that he is stuck in the depths of hell as a frog. No, she isn't going to do something so heinous, no matter how capable she was.

When the sun has risen up in the sky, the coven was illuminated. The rays of the sun streaking in from the windows with tiny minuscule dust particles dancing and gleaming as the light hits them. It was a new day, a fresh start.

"Croak!" oh right, she should have known, the frog was still there. Annoyed and slightly offended, the mage walked slowly to where the frog was, surprisingly the frog didn't left the circle.

"Garfield, was it?" she asked kneeling in front of frog while opening her palm for him to leap onto.

"Yes my lady?" he said as he leapt onto her palm. She made her way to the table and placed the frog on top. "Good morrow to you my lady" A smile, a frog's smile if that's how frog smiled she thought.

"Rachel, call me Rachel" she said sitting down on a chair placing her elbows on the table and her chin on her palm.

"Rachel, that's a pretty name" he said with a frog smirk.

She smiled, faintly. "Are you certain you are contented with staying as a frog?" she asked looking at him with hooded eyes, taping her fingers on the table top.

His smile dissipated but he did not falter "well, at least you're not alone anymore" a jest half meant.

"I don't mind trying again, I must admit, my capabilities were not, uhhhmm at their peak last night" a lie, she knew why they didn't work. She wasn't in full control of her power and she can hear the voices in her head taunting her.

The frog was hopeful, maybe, perhaps this time it will work. "If it works this time, I cannot assure you I would be able to repay you the way you want" he said. He knew it was going to cost, and besides. Being a frog wasn't all that bad, if you have some company like a powerful mage though he would have to give up mingling with the aristocrats in court. "But if it doesn't then," he hesitates but he's assured. "Maybe I can stay here and accompany you, if you don't mind having a talking frog, that is" he smiles, he meant it. Besides, where would a talking frog even go, he couldn't possibly go back to the palace as a talking amphibian now can't he? That would scare the people and he might be accused of being possessed and be hunt down and destroyed.

A talking frog was the least of her wanted companions, but it was better than nothing, it was better than talking to the voices in her head. "You promise you'll stay?" she asked light heartedly.

The frog nodded. "You won't be alone again" and that made her smile.

With promises and debts left unkept, the mage was once again determined to turn this frog to his true form.

"I'll do it"

"What?" the frog asked unable to believe she was willing to help him despite not being certain of whether he will be able to repay her or not if the spell works.

"I'll try again" she asserted getting up on her feet. "Regardless of debts and promises, I guess we can arrange something for later" she quipped, a faint smile crept on her face, barely visible but still there.

"Thank you! You don't know how grateful I am!" he said leaping with much joy on the same spot. No one has ever showed him this much kindness before, it made him want to cry.

He looked still at the mage tears welling in his eyes. She stood up offering her palm for the frog to leap on to.

She placed the frog in the center of the circle for the second time and lit all the candles one by one. Slowly she sat in front of the frog and closed her eyes.

She began chanting again. This time more determined than ever.

"Azerath," a gust of wind.

"Metrion," the rustling of the trees.

"Zinthos." She opened her eyes, pitch black with tiny inky veins creeping around them, and suddenly a black energy in the shape of a raven emitted from her chest and cried a loud high pitched shriek and slowly surrounded the frog in a flurry of dark energy. The candles surrounding them suddenly went out altogether.

The frog has never seen such sorcery before, the darkness engulfed him and it made him scared, he thought of never coming back to see the light and it made him more afraid of the dark than ever.

The energy felt cold and dead, so cold it almost felt like burning. He quickly closed his eyes and opened them again but only saw darkness and more darkness and suddenly he felt himself slowly drifting to unconsciousness.

"Rachel?" he cried softly, she didn't hear him, her energy continued to encircle the frog in a whirlwind of darkness until it slowly faded around the frog, slowly as if it was retreating back to her.

As the energy faded leaving just a smoke blanketing an unconscious body lying in front of the mage, it slowly crept around her before completely fading away. The candles lit up and the smoke cleared away and revealed a young boy in dressed in green.

The mage's eyes slowly returned to their humane form and the veins surrounding them faded in to her ashen skin.

The boy slowly stood up and marveled at his human form, however, as soon as the mage saw the green clothes and the green hat consisted of three points with jingle bells at the end, her mouth gaped.

"You're not a prince!" she growled.

"uuuhhhh yeah" the boy said sheepishly scratching his head "I only said I was from the palace, but I never told you I was a prince"

"You're a fool!"

"heh, well, uhm, do you still require my first born?" he chuckled nervously afraid that she could turn him back into a slimy amphibian at will.

To his surprise the mage stood up and smiled, tenderly if he is even was allowed to think of it as such.

"No, but are you still willing to keep your promise?"

Garfield returned her smile, warm and tenderly.

And at that moment, the mage knew she would never be alone again.