#which makes me think he was summoned by a warlock

[lurafita]

I might have posted this one already but I'm not sure.

Beware of an oddball thought process : (headcanon/plot bunny)

Shadowhunters and downworlders - but warlocks in particular- were supposed to be partners and work together to protect the mundanes. Runes used to be given to the shadowhunter partner by the magic of their warlock partner. (Or a random warlock, if the shadowhunter partnered with another downworlder.)

But gradually, the shadowhunters parted from this alliance, discovering steles to apply the runes themselves.

The burning sensation and pain however is an after affect of not having a warlock apply the rune, as it should have been.

The knowledge of this could absolutely be lost.

But maybe the group comes across a really old immorta,l who had been around and seen how things deterioated. Or they find a script with the spell that makes the shadowhunter runes.

And they try it out and it works, and it doesn't hurt and it's really powerful like this.

[misojunnie]

can i request this?

https://www.tumblr.com/misojunnie/728375539407159296/i-find-the-vampire-and-werewolf-rivalry-dynamic

but instead of vampires it's witch/warlock/wizard please?

☆ &team as your werewolf bf! w/ a witch (or warlock) partner :)

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byun eui joo - ej

is very unserious about you being a witch

when you finally confessed his first question was to ask if you could cast a spell on him that gave him super strength

he's so easy going n sweet :( got very quickly acclimated to the magical door slamming, floating pots and pans, etc

"honey, next time you summon a goetic demon, can you please make sure he's gone by dinnertime?"

murata fuma - fuma

quite surprised you were a witch; probably made an awful pun to cover up his shock

will easily lay his life down to protect you from the people who are prejudiced against you, even if its a fellow werewolf

you love your man <3 someone tried to jump him once and you cursed them for all of eternity

"can you do the dishes tonight? and please don't bring them to life on accident again."

koga yudai- k

tried to scare you away with garlic when he found out, and you had to tell him that only works on vampires

despite his initial shock, he quickly got accustomed to your habits

read the entire wikipedia page on witches so he'd be "well informed of all your needs"

makes an awful witch themed pun at least once a week, ex: "witch, please."

wang yixiang- nicholas

found out you were a witch like a week before you broke the news

^ secretly peeked into your bedroom one time and saw you curling your hair with a levitating curling iron, but decided to say nothing until you were ready

hates it when you put spells on him, eg; "I'm leaving, and if you even try to immobilize me, y/n, I swear to god-"

has asked you to curse ta-ki more than once or twice

nakakita yuma - yuma

he thinks it's hot

asks you to put spells on him so he can walk on the ceiling, which you continually tell him don't exist

tried to prank you once and you used magic to throw him through six layers of drywall on instinct

safe to say he hasn't tried to prank you since

asakura jo - jo

didn't even believe you at first, his first reply was "oh, really? then where's your big hat?"

it took you a week to convince him that it wasn't a prank, and he only believed you after you sent him through space and time

always takes care of you after you exhaust yourself from casting too many spells

found out you were ironically terrified of the conjuring and still makes fun of you for it

shigeta harua - harua

was shocked at first, but quickly came around when he realized how wonderful your magic could be

always wants to hear witch lore and all the stories about your covens and history

was suspicious you put a love spell on him but eventually realized that he just loves you a lot. damn.

hates when you make him clean because he knows you could easily do it with magic

ta-ki

poor baby went into actual shock when you told him you were a witch, but he had no complaints

genuinely had no idea that witches existed

"wait, so do you have warts and stuff? no judgement."

is still amazed every time you do a spell, even years later

hirota riki - maki

his only knowledge of witches comes from playing minecraft

"so wait, you don't live in a hut? not even a swamp?"

when he gets too hyper you cast a spell on him that glues him to the wall or something (comes in handy when you need to study)

asks you to summon demons just to do his homework

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a/n: sorry for this super late reply! I have very little knowledge of witches so I hope I did this request justice ;-; this was sooo fun

[ablogofsapphicpanic]

humbly asking you to do the rest of the characters’ dnd classes because all of those were so spot on!

Gladly!!!! I have way too much free time lmao

I'll do the ones I can think of and if I miss any that you want, just let me know!

Amren - order of the scribes wizard. I partially chose this one because of the awakened book and her interactions with the book of breathings ngl. Am I hilarious? Yes. But I could also lean into cleric given that SJM has been like she's an old testament angel so I'd do war domain for that but imo that would be like a life she's left behind type thing to favor the wizardry

Mor - Okay Mor is kind of hard for me because I like the eloquence bard a little bit but not as much as I did for Lucien but we don't know her powers exactly so I am just kind of swinging in the dark for some aspects but ultimately I think I'd do that.

And then for the High Lords, I already mentioned that Helion and Beron (and Eris) would be the different subclasses of sorcerer and for the record I think Beron would specifically have gold dragon ancestry

Tarquin - fathomless warlock. It's got a whole bunch of water/sea based powers and also certain weather stuff. The water elemental summoning is giving the water wolves that Feyre makes in Velaris and she definitely stole that from his spell list imo. Also I know you horny bitches would love that the bigby's hand shows up as a tentacle

Tamlin - Path of the Beast barbarian. There's specifically a backstory option about descending from an archdruid and inheriting the ability to change shape which I feel like fits his backstory and how he chose being a warrior over any sort of diplomacy/prepping for being High Lord. I would say generally the High Lord of Spring would be a druid of some sort but Tamlin (and potentially his father bc we know he's not the nicest guy) kind of broke the line on that.

Kallias - Circle of land druid but specifically the arctic one. My man is out here commanding polar bears in his army, no way that's not some type of druid. And the arctic circle is perfect for him because it's summoning ice and snow storms and all that jazz

Thesan - Life domain cleric. That one is pretty simple, that domain focuses on healing and keeping people alive. But I could also see the alchemist artificer considering the Dawn Court is full of tinkerers and not just focus on magic for healing and protection but also actual physical solutions to things.

Gwyn - so I also generally put the priestesses into clerics but I feel like the domain can vary and Gwyn would probably go into knowledge domain but I like @separatist-apologist's paladin path for her. I waffle between vengeance and redemption because Gwyn's path as a Valkyrie seems to be more focused on protection and prevention which the redemption oath fits well. I feel like I'd need to see more of her as a valkyrie to fully settle.

Emerie - also a paladin but oath of glory. I don't say glory in that I think she's self obsessed, but more in the fact that I think she feels like she and her friends are destined for greatness and refuses to settle for less. She doesn't let circumstances hold her back even before joining the Valkyries and this oath fits that well.

Jurian - Battle master fighter. There's something to be said specifically for the interacting with a creature outside of combat and learning something about them for this one because Jurian does his watch and wait pretty much the entirety of ACOWAR and Prythian winds up better off in the fight for it.

Vassa - You know I gotta do the fiend warlock. Gifted magic from a pact with an ancient semi-demonic being? It's right there. Obviously it doesn't include her shapeshifting but so many of her abilities are based around fire that I can't not go with this one. Imagine a giant firebird casting scorching ray at you.

[bbubblerum]

BBED: Big Bad Evil Dudes

Hello I'm Ana and this is the third in the BBED series! Each installment is a different Homebrew BBEG of a different Challenge Rating that is as fleshed out(And hopefully cool and fun!) as I can make it. The art and statblock for each is made by me and I hope you have fun using them, either as they are or reflavouring them. Remember the lore info and stats are there to inspire you to do what you want to do, not as hard rules!

Lore: Xvarts are all servants of the demigod Raxivort. Acting as decoys for him as he is chased by servants of the demon lord Graz'zt after he stole a valuable object called the Infinity Spindle.

A Xvart Lord is a particularly favored servant of Raxivort, blessed with a powerful weapon known as a Raxivortian Blade that grants them abilities beyond a normal Xvart such as teleporting and summoning. A Xvart Lord is usually a leader of other Xvarts who worship them as high priests and even demigods.

Xvart Lords are noted as having a very notable stench, which is thought to be the reason why Rats and Bats seemingly flock to them and make nests on top of the Xvart's body. Xvart Lords are given the important task of sacrificing people to their god, which is the primary purpose of their blade. The Raxivortian Blade has the special property of transporting someone stabbed with it to Raxivorts domain in Pandemonium, in the hope that he will transform the sacrifice into a new Xvart. Gnomes are most easily transformed, so they tend to prefer sacrificing them.

Any Xvart that steals a Raxivortian Blade successfully becomes the new Xvart Lord, so Xvart Lords tend to be extremely paranoid.

Running a Xvart Lord: A Xvart Lord is still a Xvart, meaning that they will tend towards running away from a fight if it starts to look bad. This also means they will employ vast amounts of creatures to protect them.

I would recommend using a number of other Xvarts, Xvart Warlocks of Raxivort, Giant Rats, Rat Swarms and Giant Bats when planning an encounter with the Xvart Lord. I would also not say it is unrealistic for the Xvarts to have captured something like an Ogre, or to ride Worgs, but keep in mind Xvarts tend to dislike anyone larger than them.

I don't think the Xvart Lord is powerful enough to have lair actions, but in its place I made the stats for their weapon in case your players take it!

Raxivortian Blade: Uncommon Scimitar(Requires Attunement)

This short and jagged blade is embedded with crystals similar to those of Slaad Control Gems. When attuned, the wielder gains a +1 to attack and damage rolls with this weapon.

This weapon has 3 charges. It regains 1d4-1 at dawn.

This charge can be expended on a hit to cause the target creature to make a DC 14 Charisma saving throw or be banished. While banished in this way, its speed is 0, and it is incapacitated. At the end of its next turn, the target reappears in the space it vacated or in the nearest unoccupied space if that space is occupied.

Alternatively as a bonus action you can expend a charge to teleport to a location you can see within 60ft. Alternatively you can switch places with a willing creature within 60ft, or an unwilling creature if the target fails a DC 14 Charisma saving throw.

If the attuned creature is a Xvart, neither option expends a charge.

[utilitycaster]

Bells Hells, Level 9

Disclaimers as per usual: If I said something incorrect or left out something significant, corrections are welcome and encouraged. If I simply did not expound upon every single possible choice open to a character; if my opinions on mechanics differ from yours; or if you have wild speculation, please make your own post.

Blood hunter info is taken from the D&D Beyond content, which is subject to change, so don’t @ me if it does.

Everyone's proficiency bonus is now +4, which affects skill checks, proficient saves, and attacks. Non-multiclassed full spellcasters (FCG and Imogen, assuming neither multiclass) get fifth level spells.

In general, ninth level is an important but not terribly exciting one, in that 5th level spells are a big leap up and it's a proficiency bonus increase level, but it's fairly quiet in terms of class or subclass features. The multiclassers are the most interesting part here.

Also: now that level ups are done as separate little bits rather than teasers at the end of episodes, I'm introducing a "Looking forward" note at the end to speculate on L10 and beyond, since, for example, the version of this post in my drafts had my recommended ASIs for Chet and Fearne but no one got to see them until after the fact.

Chetney: By taking a level in blood hunter - his 8th in that class - he gets an ASI, which Travis took as stat bonuses to INT and STR. This is honestly what I would have recommended; he's now got a +3 to intelligence, easily the smartest in the group; and a respectable +4 to strength, his main attack stat. Looking forward: Honestly, who knows what the story will bring narratively...but blood hunter is a really good class and higher level rogue abilities just don't do a ton for Chet. Anyway, Blood Hunter 9 gives you one of my favorite abilities ever, Grim Psychometry, in which you have advantage on knowledge checks (and possibly even cool visions) for places and objects with tragic or dark pasts.

Laudna: Laudna took a level in sorcerer, which means she gets a Hound of Ill Omen, a dire wolf-like beast of darkness she can summon to attack a particular person. She also learns 2 more spells and gains another sorcery point. I would strongly advise she take Counterspell, given that she tends to lean more towards low-level utility than Imogen's attacks (and, let's face it, eldritch blast is better than most sorcerer damage spells). Looking forward: Personally, from a purely mechanics perspective, I think leveling in warlock would be more interesting from here on out. Sorcerers just...don't get much outside of spells from levels 7-14, and Laudna's feats and existing metamagic and the fact that there's another sorcerer in the party mean some variety would be fun and welcome (and warlock levels 4-6 are really good), but I get the appeal of Hound of Ill Omen for sure.

FCG: FCG gains access to 5th level spells and can prepare one more spell! Greater Restoration and Raise Dead are now available to them, which is pretty game-changing, and I'd love to see Sam try out Commune to get some actual answers from the Changebringer. He also gets two domain spells, which are unknown since it's a homebrew class. Looking forward: Cleric's just a really solid class! I'm interested to see how divine intervention works on a cleric who is still finding their god, and please get that WIS score up to a +4 at L12.

Fearne: Fearne leveled in druid, which means she also gets an ASI and has maxed out her casting stat of wisdom - this in turn means she can prepare two more spells than before (one from the higher druid level and one from the higher casting stat). She also gets the ability to wildshape into flying creatures, up to challenge rating 1. Looking forward: I would really not pursue rogue any further; Wildfire druid is just such a great class. Things to look forward to: at L9 druid (L10 overall) she'll get 5th level spells including Mass Cure Wounds as a circle spell; at L10 druid she'll get a cool bonus to damage or healing as a class feature; and at L11? Pick a tree.

Imogen: Imogen learns one new spell, which can be up to 5th level, and gains a 5th level spell slot and a sorcery point. She gets Telekinesis and Rary's Telepathic Bond as subclass features. As for her new spells: given the loss of the skyship, teleportation circle would be a good one to have on hand. Greater Invisibility would also be a strong choice. Looking forward: As noted with Laudna, there's not a ton going on until L14, but she does get a new metamagic ability next level (subtle spell feels very thematically appropriate), and I would in fact enjoy seeing Imogen cast Chain Lightning very much when she gets 6th level spells at L11.

Orym: Orym gets Indomitable, which allows him to reroll a failed saving throw and use the new number. Looking forward: 9's a quiet level for him but the next few are big ones. He gets two more battle master moves and his superiority dice go up to d10s from their current d8s; 3rd attack is at L11; and he gets another feat at L12, and I would love to see Mage Slayer.

Ashton: Ashton gains brutal critical, meaning that they can roll an additional weapon damage die when they crit. Looking forward: level 10 is a subclass level, so who knows, but I'm excited to find out!

[scuttlingcrab]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤️

Ahhh! Thank you so much for sending this to me! I am honoured! ❤️

I'm proud of all my pieces, but I think these are my favourite ones (it might change later though, haha):

1) A Warlock is Born & A Warlock's Sacrifice

This is part of the same story, so I count them as one fic. I just had to split them up into two parts as it was taking me 12 years to write them, haha.

Warlock is Born: Korrilla summons Raphael to aid her in a fight at the Devil’s Fee. Raphael recruits a new warlock to his cause.

Warlock's Sacrifice: Raphael seeks the aid of his prized warlock after he finds an intruder has broken into his House of Hope. Raphael confronts Tav in the aftermath of combat.

2) In Search of a Hammer

Raphael learns from Korrilla that Tav foolishly sold the Orphic Hammer in an attempt to earn some last minute gold. Raphael hunts down the Hammer before his dreams are destroyed forever. (I will be posting Chapter 2 this weekend BTW! FINALLY!)

3) Fiendish Rewards

Raphael appears at Withers' party, hoping to finally collect the Crown of Karsus from Tav. However, an unexpected turn of events causes Raphael to re-think his plans.

4) A Perfect Fit

Raphael receives an unexpected gift from Tav.

5) The Devil's Muse

Raphael gives Tav, his very favourite client, a generous gift after she signs his contract.

And... I know it said 5, but I wanted to highlight this one about Minthara!

I have grown obsessed with Minthara as of late. I'm making my way through playing the Dark Urge for the first time, which means I've finally been able to romance her and have her in my party. Her story, her character, it's all so unexpected, so beautiful, and so deep. And I am in love. So I will hopefully be writing more about her soon! BUT I wrote my first fic last weekend that I'm just so smitten about. It was basic and lots of fun - hopefully a great starting point on my Minthara fic journey, haha.

Bonus: Badges of Honour

After another successful fight against the Absolute, Minthara and Jaheira cosy up by the campfire, exchanging stories about their various scars.

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: D&D Part 6

( Please come see me on my new patreon and support me for early access to stories and personal story requests :D https://www.patreon.com/NiqhtLord Every bit helps)    

Alien Wizard: I’m all out of spells, someone defend me! Human Barbarian: You still have your staff, right? Alien Wizard: I do but it’s useless! Human Barbarian: *Walks over, grabs staff, uses it to bludgeon an approaching goblin to death* Human Barbarian: *Hands staff back* Plus 8 intelligence my ass. ---------------- Alien DM: You can’t all be bards. Human Bard 1: Why not? Alien DM: You all are basically the same character with same skills. Human Bard 2: Not true, we each practice a different form of music. Human Bard 1: I do smooth jazz. Human Bard 2: I do rock and roll. Human Bard 3: I do classical. Human Bard 4: And I do death metal. ----------------

Alien Priest: I am curious which demon you sold your soul to for power. Human Warlock: I currently have it leased to several demons for multiple powers. Alien Priest: How is that possible? Alien Priest: What demon would agree to such an offer? Human Warlock: I time shared the hell out of it to each of them. Human Warlock: *Pulls out notepad, flips through it* This month my soul is currently in the possession of Yar’fenar, lord of the seventh ring in the dark lands. ------------------- Human Druid: *Brutally disembowels a troll by bringing a tree to life and then having it stab it repeatedly with its branches* Alien Warrior: While I am happy to see you are capable of defending yourself, I am a bit confused. Alien Paladin: Agreed. I thought Druid’s were meant to be at peace when communing with nature. Human Druid: This is pretty normal when you speak to trees all day. Alien Warrior: What do you mean? Human Druid: *leans in close and whispers* You have no idea how blood thirsty they are. Human Druid: They make blood hunters look like try hards at the gym. ---------------------- *party fighting a vampire lord on a boat* Alien Barbarian: They’re too powerful and we don’t have any holy weapons!” Human Priest: Throw them into the water! Alien Barbarian: *Shoulder rushes vampire lord and knocks them off into the water* Alien Paladin: Now what? Human Priest: *Holds up icon of faith and speaks holy words* Alien Barbarian: What did you do? Human Priest: I just blessed the entire ocean. Alien Paladin: You can do that? Human Priest: *shrugs* Let’s check. *Party looks over railing of ship to see vampire lord burning to ash in water* Alien Barbarian: Well damn, I guess he can. --------------------------- Alien Priest: I don’t think a bard can dual class as a warlock. Human Bard: Not true. Human bard: When I do my spells I sing with a mix of death metal and Latin. Alien Priest: How does that make you a warlock? Human Bard: It has the odd side effect of summoning demons who do my bidding in exchange for favors. -------------------------- *Shop door rings and customer enters* Human Artificer: What can I do for you? Alien Warrior: I wish to return my blade and get a refund. Human Artificer: Well that’s strange, may I see the blade? *Hands over the blade* Human Artificer: *Examining the blade* I can’t see any fault with the weapon; why do you wish to return it? Alien Warrior: You would not believe me if I told you. Human Artificer: Try me. Alien Warrior: Last week it started talking to me. Alien Warrior: It started off fine and cute, but after a while it started asking for the blood of my enemies. Alien Warrior: *Leans in* I think it is possessed. Human Artificer: *Hands back weapon* I’m sorry but that is a built in feature so I can’t refund you. Alien Warrior: Built in? Human Artificer: See, I always figured warriors get lonely on the road and could use someone to talk to so I carved special runes into each blade that activate when they have spilt blood. Human Artificer: The blade then becomes sentient and will talk to keep the warrior company on the road. Alien Warrior” Have you not considered how dangerous that would be? Human Artificer: Dangerous how? Alien Warrior: *Opens window to reveal angry mob outside all holding swords* Angry Mob: BLOOD FOR THE SWORD GOD! LET THEIR WILL BE HEARD! Human Artificer: Welp, mistakes were made. ------------------------------ Alien DM: You have defeated the band of rogues only to find many of them are in fact children. Alien DM: The harsh laws of the kingdom drove them into the arms of a lawless lifestyle. Alien DM: Their fate is for you to decide. *Party nervously looks at Lawful Paladin* Alien Wizard: Now let’s not be too hasty here. Alien Rogue: They are just kids after all. Human Paladin: In the eyes of the law all are equal. Human Paladin: *Slowly draws swords* and as its instrument I must see its will done unto all the wicked souls of this world.

[chasmbloom]

Time for my next set of mechanic observations for the new tlovm episodes! My last post is here.

To reiterate, this is me taking a look at how they translated the tabletop mechanics to the screen!

I'm not adding absolutely everything, because noting every advantage or saving throw gets a little stale.

Episode 4:

First of all, Revivify of course. It was great seeing Pike chipping in as a nod to how Matts runs revival spells. I like that Kash carried it out by carving the runes, so I'll be keen to see what Pike's version is.

Classic Warlock spell, Summon Greater Demon (even if Zahra used an item for it) - except it succeeded on its charisma save and no longer had to be obedient.

Some Action Surges from Percy, shooting multiple times

Reckless attack from Grog - attacking powerfully at the demon but leaving himself wide open to get slapped by the tentacles.

Vex shooting multiple arrows at once: Ranger Extra Attack?

I would also like to think that Trinket not acting in this battle for ages is a nod to Laura forgetting Trinket is around sometimes.

They have combined Vax's Boots of Haste with the Deathwalker's Ward, which makes sense because a lot of its original abilities aren't very visual i.e. AC bonuses. Though we can see the AC bonuses we can see in how well he dodges those attacks.

And finally another Scrying, this time from Ripley and with an item.

Episode 5: Not a mechanics note but what an incredible moment for Marisha. Janet Varney, the voice of Korra from the avatar franchise playing her mother when Keyleth was so inspired by the avatar.

Dimension Door with Allura and Kima to grab the gang,

A few Guiding Bolts from Pike,

And of course a Cure Wounds,

Not sure if it's what they are going for in the show, but Wild Shaping into a Fire Elemental is SO cool for this moment, especially as a nod to the avatar state.

I'm wondering if the symbol Cerkonos draws on Keyleth's head is a reference to the Igni rune in Witcher?

Episode 6:

Produce Flame to keep them warm,

ASTRAL SEA?? IS IT??? ARE WE THERE??

I love that Scanlan gets Mythcarver and immediately loses it - sums up Sam never fucking using it pretty well.

And seeing Mythcarver fit the size of the bearer is a nice way of showing attunement.

The Plane Shift and rolling on the d100 to see how well you get the exact place, dropping Grog and the Gnome gang.

Anything I missed?

[alexanderlightweight]

Good morning!

For writing Wednesday: The spiral labyrinth holds events (or rituals) that require the presence of all high warlocks and their consorts. Magnus getting Alec magically/physically ready

so this is part of the spoils of war and Magnus is going to bind Alec to him as a magical consort in the way of warlocks and the labyrinth

i hope you enjoy!

<3 lumine

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“Is this really necessary?” Alexander asks and Magnus smirks, because Alexander still avoids asking questions but this one was asked without hesitation and is almost… snarky.

Magnus likes it and he holds out a hand, raising a brow demandingly and Alexander goes so far as to sigh, sulking at him with just the slightest pout of his plush mouth. It tempts Magnus too much and instead finishing dressing him, Magnus pulls his boy to him. Alexander resists for only a moment — the instinct of battle still not yet coaxed from him — and then willingly submits.

Alexander tastes like moonlilies and Magnus’ own magic and he whimpers when Magnus bites his lower lip. Magnus knew that Alexander was temptation incarnate, but he didn’t realize that once he started to get comfortable, that he’d see glimpses of the truth.

Alexander is a brat.

A stubborn, delicious, tempting and incredibly subdued brat.

Which means that if Magnus wants to gentle him, he first has to find out how the clave tried to break Alexander and fix it.

Magnus pulls away and then — because the shiny bruise of Alexander’s mouth is irresistible — claims another taste.

“Was the clave sincere in their treaty?” Magnus asks mockingly when he finally pulls himself away.

“Of course.” Alexander rasps out, voice so wrecked from such a little kiss that Magnus is tempted to rip it from him completely with his own mouth.

“Then yes, darling. This is necessary.” Magnus trails his gaze down Alexander’s body and the loose, dark blue pants he’s wearing. It’s the color of magic and warlocks and Magnus licks his lips, greedy but reminding himself that it’s not yet time.  “The clave didn’t change any of the concessions I demanded, only the language. They call you my spouse, but gave you to me a hostage. I intend to fulfill the actual contract, Alexander. Which means that you are my husband, my consort, a new prince of Edom.” Magnus croons when Alexander’s eyes widen and Magnus just lets his magic caress Alexander’s jaw, flames on his palm as he cups his boy’s face. “It means treasure, that you are mine.”

Alexander still seems to think it a ruse, no matter how many times Magnus has told him so.

That will change tonight, when Alexander is bound to him with magic in a way that will be undeniable.

Magnus summons an outer robe, helping Alexander into the thin layer of abyssal silk that is the same shimmering twist of blue and then he pauses, admiring the image of his boy. 

Alexander is draped in blue and his face dusted with gold and painted with magic in a gorgeous and hidden array. Magnus smudged the dust of gold on his lips so he rubs his thumb over them — spreading gold freshly across his boy’s mouth.

Alexander makes a noise of protest but otherwise stays still.

“There we are.” Magnus murmurs and he lets his fingers dance across Alexander’s face, “my beautiful boy.”

Alexander’s lips twitch, as if he’s hiding how pleased he is by the compliment and Magnus smirks even as he summons the final pieces.  Alexander is draped in layers of silk and lace so delicate that they were spun with Magnus’ own magic.  Each piece creates a layer, a warning and a declaration of just who Alexander belongs to.

The last piece isn’t necessary, but Magnus isn’t about to show Alexander off completely to all those around him.  It’s the first time Alexander has reached out to touch him without any influence and Magnus bites back a scowl that his boy is tightly gripping Magnus’ wrist, not wanting him to continue.

“Magnus—” there is a breathless plea, a desperate warning and Magnus understands.

“Oh lovely, this isn’t to keep you from seeing. Magnus promises as he lifts the mask up. “This is to keep others from seeing you. This face—” and Magnus gives a lustful sigh, “why on earth would I ever want to share it? You’ll be able to see just fine.”

Alexander’s grip loosens but his fingers tremble against Magnus’ pulse and he doesn’t pull away, even as he lets Magnus move their hands up and he gently lets magic wrap the mask and headpiece around Alexander.

It will be light enough that it won’t bother his boy and well, if Magnus is using one of the corrupted nephilim relics he has in Edom, then all the better.

Alexander will barely be able to be seen and while everyone knows his identity, it’s the principle of the thing. Rarely are the consorts of powerful warlocks made known to the rest of the world, not even in the Labyrinth. Bringing a consort is enough of a show of respect and power but each consort is guarded viciously, including any morsel of information regarding them.

The world knows that Alexander belongs to him, but that doesn’t mean Magnus is willing to let them look at his boy.

There is no need for a collar but Magnus picks one to match the mask, though he doesn’t add a leash. The outfit and his magic will be enough that Alexander won’t be able to step more than a few feet away and Magnus plans to have a hand on him at all times anyway.

Alexander’s said nothing, no protest and no admission that he can see and Magnus wishes he had more time, but he’s already spent enough of it distracted by Alexander.

the specific mask magnus is using here because he likes to flaunt that he has a winged nephilim as his consort

the sword in the center is actually a replica of the soulsword because again, its a corrupted nephilim relic from when they more intense had formalities and ceremonies

[theenpcbracket]

The TTRPG NPC Tournament Semifinals (Round 4): Mary Byram vs. HE

Images are in the order of the poll! Image ID included, click to see the full image please!

More about each NPC below the cut!

Character 1

Name: Mary Byram Party: Ambiscade Gang Relationship to party: Coworker, divorcee

What makes them the best NPC: Mary Byram is living proof that the song “No Children” by The Mountain Goats doesn’t just have to be about romantic relationships gone wrong. She’s a bright red tiefling rogue with a storied past, currently working for a guild called the Thinfingers alongside one of the party members. Previously, she worked with a tiefling rights movement called Hellflame, but something happened there that she doesn’t really talk about. She’s still passionate about both the movement and the group, though.

Our bard lovingly calls her “Mare-Bear.” She hates this. She’s a day drinker. She’s exhausted always. She cares so much but will never admit it unless under duress. I think she genuinely thinks that god cursed her by metaphorically putting her in a get-along shirt with our rogue PC. Their dynamic allowed our party to coin the term “Coworker Divorce” except they’re literally not allowed to actually get rid of each other. She is also constantly saddled with the skater-pilled rogue who was also submitted to the bracket, so she’s usually outnumbered when it comes to harebrained schemes. She’s largely anti-antics, but is down for some antics if she's in control of them. She’s a mastermind and usually gives the help bonus action either by telling people what they fucked up or by telling them NOT to fuck something up. She deserves a break she’ll simply never get.

Quote: "Thoughts?" -the warlock, asking Mary about a proposed plan. "...More than you. Apparently." -Mary

To learn more about Mary, check out the extra propaganda in her tag here!

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Character 2

Name: HE Party: The Misdemeanor Mateys Relationship to party: Businessman, aggravating party stalker, final boss

What makes them the best NPC: Mysterious tiny man with static for a head, and the loudest screechiest voice you can imagine (DM once blew out their vocal chords because of him). Levitates and teleports at will, and can pop objects in and out of existence. Runs a business granting magical favors. Originally tried to hire the party to help his business but the group said "fuck no". Now regularly pops in to nag, cause trouble, or play meme songs on a calliope, and occasionally provides useful information. HE controls an alternate dimension called the Mercantile Pile full of items from different times and places, including lots of modern-day technology (unlike the D&D campaign setting). He can be summoned by writing out his name. His calling card is a 7 of Spades, which he can also use to influence the world & cast spells remotely. HE mainly wears business suits & suspenders, but has also appeared in a hazmat suit (riding a tricycle), turtleneck sweater and thigh holster, wetsuit with suspenders painted on, sequin jacket with '69' on the back, peacock burlesque, and nurse drag outfit. He once killed 20 guards with a snap of his fingers. He also destroyed a walkman with a flamethrower. Implied to be the father of the ultra-powerful kid whose primary pastime is handing out enchanted "friendship nuggets" [chicken]. His #1 business competitor is Michael's Wonder Emporium. Eventually turns out to be one of the most central characters to the story.

Quote: "STAY OFF MY THRONE!"

"You're going to call me when you need me!"

To learn more about HE, check out the extra propaganda in his tag here!

[safyresky]

Scrimbly Jacqueline 30/52: Milf Jacqueline strikes again...

In my notes/list, she was described as "holding her staff the way Cheri holds her broom in Frostmas and looking smug". She looks delighted instead, which checks out!

Very excited to do a full, PROPER design of her milf-fit! We've seen the original outfit deets HERE, but take the REST of the deets:

The pattern on her SLEEVES! Finally got it how I want it thanks to THIS POST.

The flourishes in each of the little diamonds on the sleeve are flexible—they can be anything tbh!

I went with like. A little circle and four whooshes around it bc I was feelin' it—snowflakey? Ish? I think they were more kaleidoscope-y when I originally did it and I am still quite fond of that design! The lil boops are just easier to doodle lmao

Fun fact: Her fit is a jacket. Custom made, (I think Jack made it for her, same as he did Fino's cloak except she knew EXACTLY what she wanted and was trying to find a place to get it made when Jack went allow me), and it doesn't have buttons but little clasps (these guys)—which is why it looks so smooth on the front!

Under the jacket is more active wear! Dark blue tank top, I think! She overheats a lot 🥵🔥

Moving right down: bike shorts are still bike shorts, just a sparkly grey! I had them grey anyway originally, but like, a dark grey. Now they're SPARKLING! But they don't actually sparkle, they're just. Y'know. A nice grey.

(I need to figure out best practise for using the metallic markers I have, tbh).

She has. Heckin. GARTERS NOW! Cause I thought they'd look cool. And they DO! And lil purple diamonds bc purple is my fave colour (presently) and it's bleeding into Jacqueline's palette!

The BOOTS! So I'm chronically behind in scrimbles and frostmas and lord knows what else bc I have been playing Disney Dreamlight Valley for about a month straight, and when I hit level 30? I think? I started getting the cool Forgotten getup, and the boots? A LOOK.

So that's what Jacqueline's boots are based on!

I wanted to make them the same colour as her dress but decided instead to do the middle blue, so they wouldn't blend in with her jacket OR the inside of her jacket lol.

AND HER STAFF. That's a whole THING.

She has 0 vested interest in looking into if she, too, can warlock, and the only reason she does is bc of shenanigans in a potential Pyros Redemption story.

she ends up having to A) see if she IS a warlock and B) train to staff summoning levels in order to figure out where tf Pyros's staff went after that gnarly defeat he suffered at the hand of Blaise AND Jack AND Jacqueline.

(Remember that? How they kicked his ass? And Jacqueline destroyed his staff? Yeah. There's a method to my madness :)

🤭🤭

ANYWAY, STAFF DESIGN:

EGG.

(It's an opal)

I have no idea how I made the gem holder so pretty but I did?

If you look closely, the very top of said decal and the pommel make a heart (coughs DITE cough cough)

I may switch the gradient! That is, reverse it so the pink is at the top and blue at the bottom. Still on the fence about it 🤔🤔🤔

In terms of like, colouring: Did mess up a bit on the mouth! BUT it looks okay! Yay :3. Almost gave her six fingers on the right hand—still not sure how I managed THAT. But overall, this is deffs in the top 5 scrimbles for sure (so far) :D

Need me a silver marker that can really POP on the dark blue pencil crayons tbh 🥹🥹🥹

[thetypingpup]

hi Ellie!!! i was wondering if you had any thoughts on who ATEEZ would be in Baludr's Gate 3

the greatest gift of all is letting me indulge so thank you for this anon! i'm gonna take this to mean class as opposed to character comparisons, so here we go!

(also i'm gonna try and give a brief explanation of each thing for the people who have no clue what any of this is 😅)

(so far i only have three different reader characters, and you'll see them listed at the bottom)

Hongjoong: Definitely an Arcane Trickster Rogue. So rogues, that's like the main stealth class, very sneaky, do things underhanded, pickpocketing, sleight of hand, all that good shit. Arcane Tricksters can cast spells too and magically disguise themselves, which makes them hella dangerous. I can see him fucking shit up with magic and laughing from the shadows. He also uses weapons and ambushes, mainly hand crossbows and short swords. One of his weapons is a dagger imbued with sussur bark, which long story short when he stabs someone with it, they're silenced and unable to cast spells. Along with the arsenal of spells he knows, he also keeps quite a few spell scrolls on him, just to turn the tides when he needs to.

Seonghwa: Mainly a PALADIN and I will die on this hill. They're oathsworn basically knight heroes who use divine power to fuel their attacks. Seonghwa would be Oath of Devotion specifically, which swears to uphold duty and honor and be heroic. He'd be a Great Weapon Fighter, so he fights with giants swords and shit. He'd be a Paladin of Bahamut (the dragon god of justice) specifically, which you can't pick in the game, but it's not me if he's not associated with dragons somehow lmao. Speaking of dragon association, he also has draconic ancestry from his Sorcerer bloodline. Specifically his bloodline is descended from silver dragons, which means he's got a few frost powers up his sleeve and silver scales on different parts of his body, and a couple other dragon features. (*cough* dragon dick *cough*). Possibly becomes an oathbreaker bc i have way to much fun with oathbreakers not to include that too 😅 Mainly travels with cleric!reader, and was also with Yeosang and Mingi on a mission before getting separated from them. Now it's just him and cleric!reader against the world.

Yunho: I'm thinking Warlock, bc warlocks are spell casters that have a lotta rizz that's what fuels their spells. They get their powers from pacts with demonic patrons, and his patron would be The Fiend, Demon!reader specifically (haven't decided what kind of demon yet but you are from Minauros which is the greed ring of the Nine Hells). You grant him elemental spells (mostly fire) and whenever he defeats someone he gets some temporary health which is really useful. You also give him the ability to turn the tides in his favor, in limited instances of course. His pact with you is specifically a Pact of the Blade, so he can summon magic weapons and magically bind any weapon to himself. You also give him Eldritch Invocations, which long story short are extra warlock spells he can learn. You meet with him every so often, usually every full moon, to discuss the terms of your pact, and more importantly, payment. He asks for new powers, and you grant them, for a price of course. He's free to use his powers however he sees fit, so long as he serves you however you see fit. 😏

Yeosang: War Domain cleric, a cleric not to be fucked with. Not that you can fuck with any of them, but War Domain are more so fighters that focus on making themselves and their allies better in battle. So clerics are the main healing and support class, and just like paladins they get their powers from divine sources. He's specifically be a cleric of Tempus, the Lord of Battles. Tempus is also neutral, which I feel like fits Yeosang's vibe pretty well. So he's essentially a soldier that can also do cleric things lmao. He also has knowledge of weapon and armor forgery, and made a few things out of adamantine, a very rare metal that can only be forged in one hidden forge that he and Mingi found. He was one of the people traveling with Seonghwa and cleric!reader on a mission before getting separated, and travels with Mingi. He has a couple longswords that he likes to use, including one made out of adamantine with a shield to match, and uses a longbow that can give him an extra spell if he does enough damage with it.

San: He's gonna be a Rogue and a Ranger, but mostly Ranger. So Rangers are scouts/trackers, are in tune with nature (not as much as druids but they know things lmao), and can cast a few spells for some razzle dazzle. Specifically, he's gonna be a Gloom Stalker Ranger and an Assassin Rogue, so he attacks from the shadows and can ambush people before they even have the chance to scream, scary shit. He's a Two-Weapon fighter and uses double short swords, and has a crossbow that can take down big monsters, but he's got another dagger that does extra damage when he ambushes people from the shadows. Long story short, there's only one way to get this dagger, which reveals the true nature of why he's a gloom stalking assassin. His traveling companions, Wooyoung and druid!reader, know and are completely cool with it. 😅 I'm not gonna get into Favored Enemies and Natural Explorers too much bc rangers get a bunch of them and we'll be here all day. But I will mention that he's a Beast Tamer than can summon familiars, so he can literally be like "this is my rabbit!". And yes, the rabbit's name is Mito. 😂

Mingi: We're going full Fighter for Mingi, which is exactly what it sounds like. Gonna make him an Eldritch Knight for a little razzle dazzle too. Eldritch Knights can cast spells and magically bind their weapons to themselves, so he can boomerang any weapon he wants much like what Yunho can do. The main weapon Mingi uses is an adamantine trident, which doesn't exist in the game but fuck it, I'm giving it to him. He also has adamantine armor, which he and Yeosang forged in that one forge that most people don't know about lmao. The spells he knows mainly do ranged damage, so yea he's gonna be a knight with ✨ pizzazz ✨ for sure. As far as fighting style, his is Defense, so he gets a little bonus when he's wearing armor. I can just imagine him throwing his trident at someone, and then when it comes back he points it at them like "aight lets fight". All of them can really make an entrance fr, but with Mingi yea that image really makes sense. He was one of the people traveling with cleric!reader and Seonghwa on a mission, and travels with Yeosang.

Wooyoung: Definitely Bard, definitely lute playing bard (which is why i asked if he knows any instruments). So they're the traveling performers and are also storytellers and artists. Bards have a lotta rizz and can basically talk their way out of any situation. Bards can also support their allies in a fight really well and can cast a lotta spells. Something funny that Bards use is Vicious Mockery, which is dealing damage to their enemies through insults. Sounds pretty on brand for Wooyoung 😅. He travels with San and druid!reader, and let's just say he knows why San has that special dagger, and is happy San is on his side. He himself uses a longsword that can use song empower his allies or do extra damage to his enemies.

Edit: the evil team of druid!reader and San needed to do more damage, so Wooyoung is a College of Swords Bard. He can still cast spells (like a lotta spells), but he's also a master swordsman and can do really cool things with his weapons.

Jongho: We're going Monk for Jongho. Monks are actually hella tough and fight hand to hand and with their staffs. Martial arts experts that're not to be fucked with. I'm thinking Way of the Open Hand monk for him, which doesn't even need a staff they just beat the shit outta people with their bare hands and can easily stun and knock their opponents out. Since Jongho is really strong, it'll make him even more powerful. He does have a staff that has the power to turn an opponents spell back on them, hella useful. He'd also have an arsenal of different gloves he can wear to change the damage he does, like fire, lightning, etc. Something else cool monks can do is if someone shoots them with an arrow, they can redirect it back to the shooter it's hella cool. So yea, seems calm and collected and serene but will fuck you up I love that for him. I say this, but I am debating on making him a Way of the Four Elements monk, which is exactly what it sounds like.

Cleric!reader: So this is the Cleric from the paladin!hwa piece. You are a Light Domain Cleric of Lathander, the neutral good god of birth, dawn, and renewal (also known as the Morninglord). Because of this, you have a lot of light powers, and a few fire powers for a little bit of razzle dazzle lmao. Originally, you went on a mission with Seonghwa, Mingi, Yeosang, and a few other people. After ending up separated from the others, your main traveling companion is Seonghwa, and you fall in love as you travel together.

Druid!reader: Hehe made an evil druid. So druids are really in touch with nature and are all about preserving the natural order. You have lots of elemental spells, some healing magic, can commune with animals, and can even turn into animals. Specifically you're a Circle of the Land druid, which means you can tap into some really powerful magic and can cast more spells than other druids. You are an elemental menace and most of your powers involve conjuring different hazards like entangling vines, patches of sharp thorns, icy storms, and even walls of fire. You travel with San and Wooyoung and have a dark past very similar to San, which gives you a dark secret of your own that of course, the other two know and are completely cool with. With your powers combined, you're lowkey the most menacing villain squad there is.

Patron!reader: You're the demonic entity that gives Yunho his Warlock powers. You are a Tanar’ri, or pure demon, straight from the Abyss. Now, you reside in Minauros, the greed ring of the Nine Hells. You serve under Mammon, archdevil of Greed, and secure contracts and pacts with mortals on his behalf. It's Yunho's greed for power that drew you to him. Your true demon form is gigantic with the lower half of a large serpent and the upper half of a person, four arms, fangs, claws, bat-like wings, snake-like eyes, and four horns that coil atop your head like a crown. You can shapeshift, but honestly Yunho prefers (and simps over) your true form, which is makes things a bit easier. Much of your power revolves around fire, which is why you imbue Yunho with a lot of fire spells. You let him use his powers as he sees fit, so long as he serves you as you see fit. As part of your pact, you visit Yunho every full moon. There, he can ask for more power, and you can grant his request, for a price. Quite often, that price involves you dominating him and toying with him however you want, a price he's all too willing to pay. And as an added caveat, he's not allowed to cum at any other time, not until you say he can, another aspect of this he quite enjoys. So every full moon, he looks forward to when you come to collect tribute from him, taking pleasure in the way you play with him, calling him pet or pup the entire time.

[b0amagination]

Tastes of Whumptober: Day 7

Everybody thank @brutal-nemesis for her cave knowledge and help today!

If you've been sitting here saying "wow boa, this stuff is great, but I really need a character based off the warlock class of DND struggling to serve their patron!" then you're really gonna like today's writing and you should buy a lottery ticket.

Content warning: Claustrophobia in the form of a very narrow cave. Take care of yourselves!

Magic with a Cost

The walls of the cave were definitely getting narrower now. Where there had once been enough room to stretch out his arms, his fingertips now brushed against the rough, stone walls on either side. 

The adventurer sent the shadows of these depths away, leaving an otherworldly light. Controlling the darkness was strange in that way. If he banished it, there could only be light in its absence.

He unfurled the parchment on which a very drunk bar customer had scribbled the map of this cave system. It occurred to him that he should’ve tried harder to persuade them, rather than simply buying drinks until he got what he wanted. But it wasn’t his fault his patron had been so stingy with their powers recently. 

Well. Not entirely his fault.

If he’d read the disjointed scribbles of ink correctly, this crevice would lead to a wider cavern housing the element his patron was after. 

Pushing forward the walls narrowed further, just as promised, until they were pushing against his sides. They were moist, wetting his cloak just enough to feel the clammy chill this far underground, but the grainy texture still chafed against bare arms. He wrapped his cloak around himself, sliding further into the crevice, finally able to spot an opening just ahead.

His shoulders were too wide after a while and he sidled ahead instead, but then even the cloak was too thick to pass through. Reluctantly, he unclasped it and regretted his sleeveless style. Though usually functional in conflict to avoid overheating, his teeth were now chattering and his arms and shoulders were being scraped raw. 

With one final lunge, he emerged in a round cavern. It still felt remarkably like a hallway, longer than it was wide, but he could finally breathe again. He summoned a fire for light this time, remembering his instructions.

Call me when you arrive. I don’t need you messing about with what’s rightfully mine.

He hadn’t quite understood the explanation of why his patron couldn’t travel here themself. The pitch dark of a cave was, naturally, suited to them. But they’d chastised him with explanations about natural light sources, potency of shadows, and how his humanity allowed him to ignore such discrepancies. 

But fire, as a sister to the sun, was a suitable replacement for her. 

Flames danced along the walls revealing what he hadn’t paid attention to before: sloped floors dipping down to a pool in the middle of the room. It couldn’t have been more than a meter deep, and the water was clear all the way to the bottom.

And then he was pulled away from it by a familiar dizziness as his own shadow lurched and twisted. Of course, rather than possessing one of the many eligible shadows around him, his patron had to make their entrance unsettling. His consciousness blurred at the edges until they’d adjusted their physical form to their liking, towering over him with a grin.

“Ahhhhh… and here I was thinking you’d never call me, baby!” They stretched dramatically, hissing sounds and tendrils of smoke imitating the cracking of joints.

“I would never call you that. And you’d be much grumpier if you just made the journey I did.” He was having trouble hiding the goosebumps and smeared blood on his arms.

“You are my spiritual sugar baby if we’re being technical. You’d call me that if it meant I restored your full access to my power.” Their patron laughed, knowing he had no good response to that.

“Well, get going with your thing then. I’d like to stop begging for every miniscule bit of help.”

“Yes, about that. Where the hells have you brought me?” 

“Where ol’ drunkie told me the Treasure of Elmstern Cave is,” he enunciated sarcastically.

“I told you what to do if you wanted my powers of persuasion.”

“And I wasn’t going to give a sermon on a demonic entity to the whole bar, including the guy I needed details from.” 

When his patron touched him in this plane of reality, it was delayed. Their touches were firm and cold, but disconnected from their body. The movement simply happened faster than this realm could process. 

All that to say: when they slapped him, he couldn’t see it coming. A chilly wind preceded harsh contact, only after which did he see the followthrough of their hand before tumbling to the ground. 

“I am not demonic.”

“Yeah? You’re definitely acting like it!” He pushed himself back up, only to find his patron’s manifestation standing directly against him. “I know you’re not a demon, but those without pacts aren’t very understanding.”

“That doesn’t excuse you speaking in such a way.”

“Then just take your fucking treasure and leave me be!” He pushed them back, tired of the cheap intimidation tactics.

“Oh, I would have.” Their tone dropped.

That made their beneficiary freeze.

“And why not?”

“It’s not here.” A flinch.

“But they said-”

“I don’t care what story the town gossip spun for you,” they interrupted, their voice booming and echoing off the walls. “I’ve warned you. Continuous failures prove to me that the essence of your soul may be much more useful than your precious little mortal existence.”

“I-I-” They stalked forward, forcing him to wade into the pool. “I didn’t anticipate the difficulty of your tasks. I’m not useless just because I’m not some… some hotshot who’s been doing nothing since the birth of the universe.” Frustration bit into his words. If they wanted to play rough, he’d do the same.

“Be careful what you say, human.” 

He was choking, and then a hand wrapped around his throat to add the pressure that cut off his words. They were standing in the middle of the pool now, and adrenaline couldn’t stop him tensing up from the freezing cold. 

“Prove to me that your pathetic life is worthy of preservation.”

Their hand plunged him into darkness. 

The water was all encompassing, seeping into each crevice of his being. The grip of his patron loosened and his body breathed before he could stop it, forcing liquid down his throat and up his nose. His feet had left the shallow floor at some point during the struggle, and he couldn’t orient himself. Desperate hands clawed at rocks and his movements kicked up silt, making his eyes absolutely useless. 

Somehow, his grip found purchase and his head met air, desperately coughing up water so he could breathe it in again. How much had he swallowed? He didn’t even remember doing so. 

Tears came next: relief, horror, exhaustion, all of it wracking his body as if he had energy to be wasting on this.

Then the water rippled behind him and a hand found his shoulder.

“Oh, you think you’re done already. How cute.”

[glitter-lisp]

AU ask game question! (You're getting a D20 one from me because it's where we overlap, though I know it's not your main fandom):

An AU where the corn cuties fight didn't go quite so bad and Arthur Aguefort lives the first day but is being poisoned through his tea - the fight still happens, Kristen and Gorgug just don't die.

HELP ME THIS IS MY FOURTH ATTEMPT TO ANSWER THIS LETS GO

First and probably most obvious it takes Kristen a while longer to split from Helio, since before meeting him most of her doubts seemed to revolve around her family and other people in the church and how they worshipped instead of who they worshipped. THAT SAID for no real reason i think she switches from a cleric to a celestial warlock. Like aight fuckboi I'll still be your chosen but me and my new friends all just almost died and the principal of our school is clearly losing his marbles, so we're gonna do things a little differently to make sure I can actually protect the people I care about

Aguefort is CLEARLY losing his marbles but he's got so few marbles to begin with that not many people can tell the difference. The bad kids are probably some of the only ones who can, mostly because Aguefort keeps trying to talk to them about what happened in the cafeteria and then getting distracted by nothing and starting to ramble about phoenixes and pirate libraries before wandering off

I think Doreen survives too!! Like my Pitch for this au is that Fig doesn't drop during the fight, which turns the tides and means having another healer on hand (could Fig heal at level 1 I don't remember but I'm gonna say yes), and let's be totally real with ourselves here that early in the campaign Fig would absolutely choose Doreen to save over the bad kids

THAT SAID I don't think Doreen actually sticks around. Both because wow what a horrifying start to the school year, and because she knows something she's not supposed to know, and she doesn't want to stick around and wait to see what happens if Daybreak realizes she knows who brought the corn cuties to life. She drops her "don't trust the faculty" hint and goes into hiding, starts training as a rogue for safety's sake, and comes back as a one off character during a live show or smth to mentor Riz

I don't have a real reason for it or way to make it happen easily but I think Zayn becomes friendly with the squad before he beefs it, both because I love him and want him around more and because I think his death would hit a lot harder if they had known him as more than just an occasional villain. Adaine finds out Edgar is a registered emotional support familiar and goes "oh my god that's brilliant" and ends up summoning Boggy back in season 1

[headfullofpresley]

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡!𝐄𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐬 | 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Warnings: witch!Elvis, witch!reader, slight enemies to lovers, mention of vampires, use of familiars, mention of demons, sacrifice of animals (if you squint), inaccurate information about supernatural creatures and spells bc i like making shit up lol, strong language.

A/N: witch, warlock - use whatever floats your boat. :) this is long af and after proofreading it i hate it, but whatevurrrr!

masterlist

“The Italians call them Strega. The Yoruba of West Africa call them Aje, meaning mother. In Norway, they called them Häxa. And here, we call them witch. Over the centuries, vampires and other species have fought them and fought beside them, bedded them and burned them. Whether adversary or ally, they have been a force to be reckoned with.”

You had never been interested in getting a roommate; living in a small apartment in the middle of bustling Beale Street, you were perfectly fine on your own.

Well, you weren't exactly on your own. You had your trusty familiar Pepper who came in the shape of a black cat with you at all times.

She was just as content as you were with just the two of you, but as your landlord upped the rent, you had no choice than to put an ad in the newspaper.

After turning down several people with the best excuses you could come up with, you knew you would have to take in someone soon before you got yourself in money troubles.

Unfortunately, you couldn't compel your way through life like those pesky vampires that thought they ruled the world.

You had prayed that an actual interesting person would eventually show up at your door and it seemed like your prayers had been answered.

Your new roommate came with gorgeous oceanic blue eyes and dark locks that were styled to perfection.

He wasn't bad on the eyes, not at all.

But God... he was annoying.

You sensed he was a witch immediately and he knew it too, which was something you bonded over but there were a lot of different types of witches around.

Coming from one of the oldest witch covens in Scandinavia, you considered yourself a good witch. Somewhat.

You'd like to think you were a keeper of the balance between the supernatural and human world, but you had a past of running with vampires – up to the point where your coven had pretty much shunned you.

It was the biggest reason why you had come to the States.

Elvis was drawn to dark magic, something you stayed away from unless it was necessary to use it. In a life or death situation, for example.

Elvis wasn't a completely unpleasant person to live with – he cleaned up after himself, he'd cook when you weren't up for it and he paid his cut of the rent on time.

But when it came to his magic, it was like he had no regards for other people. He practiced whenever he felt like it and his damn crow familiar was just as careless as he was, annoying Pepper and you any chance it got.

You loved animals; adored them, really, but sometimes the temptation to snap the bird's neck was nearly unbearable.

Still, you accepted it. Pepper knew how to stand up for herself and Elvis usually got his bird away from you whenever he was on his way to your room to cause a little chaos again.

It were the nightly visits from spirits and other not-so-human creatures that really got on your nerves. When you were face to face with a random demon on your way to the kitchen to get a drink when you woke up out of your sleep, you stormed into Elvis' room.

After sending the other annoying fucker away, that was.

“Y/N, I'm kind of in the middle of somethin'," he'd exclaim in annoyance, as if he had the right to be annoyed, holding up his arms.

Surrounded by candles, he was sitting on his knees with his grimoire in front of him. Shadow, his crow, was sitting happily on the edge of his bed.

“I nearly had a heart attack on the way to the bathroom. Can you stop fucking summoning demons?”

“He was helpin' me with a spell,” rolling his eyes, he'd wave you off and lean back over his grimoire. “He ain't gonna hurt you, honey,”

You'd grow more annoyed at the pet name; you told him before you didn't like it, but he kept using them.

“I don't care, Elvis. Do that somewhere else or when I'm not home,”

“You know, as a fellow witch, I really think you should be more understanding of my practices. I ain't naggin' and hollerin' when you're drinking your smelly tea,”

He was talking about lavender tea. Idiot.

Looking at him as if he had grown two heads, you'd eventually roll your eyes and decide giving him an answer to that wouldn't be worth it. Telling him to stop once more and wishing him a good night, you'd wave your hand at his grimoire, making the pages flutter on purpose before you'd go back to bed.

You and Elvis hadn't exactly come to any agreements on that night or whatsoever, but you hadn't seen any demons lingering around, so you figured he wasn't channeling them anymore whenever you were around.

That didn't mean he didn't get less annoying, though.

Random spirits would still pop up, sometimes even in your room, and eventually getting used to it you'd send them off this room.

You didn't mind the energies in your house all too much but in the meanwhile, Shadow was getting more and more on your damn nerves.

Pepper usually didn't lick your face – being able to shift into human form, she thought it was weird – so you were surprised when you woke up one morning because of the feeling of the cat's tongue licking at your cheek as she frantically meowed in your ear.

Sitting up in your bed, you blinked your eyes a few times and then widened them as you saw Shadow fluttering and hopping through the room, making an absolute mess.

“ELVIS!”

Jumping out of your bed, you managed to grab the bird by its wings and held him in your grip as you stormed into the kitchen where Elvis was sipping on his coffee, giving you an innocent smile.

“Keep your fucking bird out of my room!”

“Don't call him a bird, he doesn't like that,” he'd whisper as he allowed Shadow to sit on his shoulder when you let him go, gently patting his little head.

Pepper sat at your feet with her tail swirled around your ankle as you'd place your hands on the small kitchen island, glaring with anger at the male witch.

“Listen, I don't give a rat's ass what your little bird does in your room, but keep him out of mine. If I find shit in there, you're both dead!”

Elvis shamelessly laughed as you pointed a finger at him, watching you walk away from him.

“Oh, I'm shakin', honey. You hear that, Shadow? The witch bitch and her cat are threatening us,” he'd mumble to the crow, chuckling as you stopped dead in your tracks. “How typical,”

Turning around, you stormed back at him, steam nearly coming out of your ears.

“Very funny coming from the guy who only knows how to summon demons and calls his crow Shadow,” you'd throw back at him with a scoff, folding your arms.

Raising his eyebrows, he'd let out a cocky laugh and put his coffee down. “You don't know what I'm capable of,”

You'd laugh and look at him expectantly, but instead he'd just give you a little grin as he told you to ‘wait and see’ before he disappeared into his bedroom to get ready for work.

Still angry, you stormed back into your own room to clean up and get ready as well. You weren't too worried about his little threat, as your ego was big enough to think you could take him on if he was being serious.

Despite being interested in dark magic, he wasn't a bad person by nature and Elvis had no intentions of actually hurting you or anything of the matter.

But he did like annoying you because he liked seeing you so riled up; it got you to pay attention to him.

And you were real pretty with your cheeks all flushed, eyes full of both frustration and surprise at his actions.

It started with little things – making himself appear in your dreams (making sure they were extra steamy), have Shadow be as loud as he could in the mornings, or simply move whatever object you were reaching for away from you.

You knew he'd probably get bored and stop if you'd stop giving him a reaction, but you were incapable of doing so. Secretly, you liked getting attention from him just as much.

When he started sacrificing chickens and small rodents in the shower and leaving the blood behind on the walls for you to clean up, you were fed up with this little ‘playful’ war.

As he was away at work, Shadow looked on as you drew a pentagram on the floor of Elvis' bedroom, candles surrounding it with a fake dead crow smack in the middle of the symbol.

You twisted the neck of the fake bird in an uncomfortable manner and splashed some blood out of one of his jars that were lined up on a shelf onto the fake bird and around it.

You rolled your eyes as you read the label on the jar, learning it was werewolf blood; dark witches were so weird.

Shadow was screeching his head off the entire time, probably not liking the little prank you were playing on his person; he had no choice than to land on your arm when you told him so. Being alone with you and a hissing Pepper at your feet, the bird was outnumbered.

“You better stay quiet, little Shadow, or I'll put you in that pentagram,” you told the bird as you sat him down on the desk in your room, pointing a finger at him. “And no making a mess or shitting all over the place or,” sliding your finger across your throat, the bird got the hint but as you tapped your finger on the tip of his beak, he nipped at your finger, his tongue coming in contact with the blood on your digit.

Pepper twirled her tail as she followed you with her chin raised, leaving Shadow behind in your room.

You left the door of Elvis' room ajar, washing your hands before you sat down on the couch with a book in your hand and Pepper laying next to you.

When Elvis came home, he was in good spirits. He greeted you happily as he threw his jacket over one of the stools by the island and whistled for Shadow, who usually would come flying out of his room to land on his arm.

When the crow was unresponsive, Elvis looked at you and you shrugged your shoulders innocently.

You watched him go into the bedroom, holding your laugh as you hid your face behind your book.

You expected him to come out and immediately see the bird was fake and the both of you would have a good laugh before he'd start scheming his next plan to get back at you.

Instead, you were taken by surprise as your book went flying out of your hands and across the room, an angry Elvis storming over to you with the bird in his hands.

“What have you done?! Are you fuckin' crazy, woman?”

He was yelling, anger swimming in his glossy eyes.

You sat there, looking up at him with guilt crawling its way into the pit of your stomach; you picked up Pepper when she hissed at Elvis and put her aside before you got up from the couch.

“Elvis-”

“No!” he'd yell, holding up his hand to stop you from coming closer to him. Your confusion only grew when he threw the bird aside and held up his bloody fingers, looking at you with wild eyes.

“Elvis, the bird is fake!” you yelled, managing to get a word in.

He let out a laugh, but you didn't recognize the emotion in it.

“You think I'm fuckin' blind? Ofcourse the bird is fake! But the blood, Y/N, the blood!”

“It's just werewolf blood, Elvis. I didn't use all of it, I'm sure you can get more from where ever the hell you got it from,”

He'd groan in frustration, as if you should be able to know what he was talking about. You didn't usually work with blood in your own craft and because this was just a prank and not an actual spell, you figured it wouldn't matter.

Turned out, you were wrong.

A loud bang came out of your bedroom and you gasped, looking at your door; the banging continued, as well as the sounds of things crashing and breaking.

“What the hell is going on?”

“The blood is spelled. I finished it just last night for a client – a werewolf client, so he wouldn't have to transform during a full moon anymore but rather at free will. It's a shapeshifting spell, Y/N,”

You weren't dumb. You knew what it meant.

Unfortunately for you and Elvis in this damned situation, it meant that with a spell like that (God knows what else Elvis put in it) the person who would drink the bloody potion was able to shapeshift whenever.

Seeing he used werewolf blood, it would shapeshift the person into or out of a wolf whenever they pleased.

Apparently, he made it in a way that it worked on animals too because the sounds coming out of your room right now definitely could not be caused by a crow.

You looked down at your hands, touching your face as you looked at Elvis with wide eyes.

“It only works by ingesting it,” rolling his eyes, he grabbed your arm as Shadow started banging against the bedroom door now, threatening to break out.

Even though the curse of the moon was created by witches, it wasn't like every werewolf hated witches – the problem was that they saw anything in sight as prey.

Before you and Elvis could think of a proper escape plan, Shadow revealed himself as a large dark wolf with glowing golden eyes as he barged through the door, making you gasp in horror.

“Tell him to change back, Elvis! It's a shapeshifting spell; the whole point of one is that it gives free will,” slapping his chest in a panic, you took a few steps back as Elvis did as well.

“He is a bird, Y/N!”

“He's your familiar, he has a soul, a conscious; tell him!"

Elvis looked down at you, letting out a soft awkward laugh as he held onto your arm the way you were holding onto his.

“Funny you mention that; he's actually just a bird, that's it. I found him a few years ago when he fell out of his nest,”

You gawked at the witch next to you, not believing what he was telling you. This fucker really just picked up a random bird from the streets and considered it its familiar.

You could just kill him right now, but there wasn't exactly time for that because you were about to get mauled by a freaking werewolf in your own living room.

You slipped your hand in Elvis', channeling his powers as you held up your other hand and he immediately did the same.

He hated doing this, but he couldn't exactly let them be killed even though he was attached to Shadow.

With both your magic combined, it seemed like your powers very were strong; the wolf didn't stand a chance as the entire ground felt as if it was shaking, the harmony of your and Elvis' chanting causing Pepper to hide away in the kitchen.

Shadow let out a strangled howl before dropping to the ground, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as his tongue drooped out of his mouth unceremoniously.

Slowly lowering your hands, you and Elvis stared at the wolf before the man next to you started moving to the animal and kneeled down next to it.

“We better get rid off him,” he whispered, the sound of sorrow in his voice making you feel even more guilty.

Although Elvis told you numerous of times that he didn't blame you, you felt bad.

Shadow might not have been a proper familiar, but you knew Elvis was fond of the bird so a few weeks later, you found yourself standing in a pet store.

You and Elvis became friends, giving up on your little war of magic, and you figured he'd like a new companion.

You chose a parrot this time; figuring he could use an upgrade from crows.

You went all out as you picked a blue and yellow macaw, getting the biggest cage you could get your hands on and everything the bird needed.

Giving him a nice spot in the living room, you spelled the poor bird to be able to speak perfectly; you wanted it to be the perfect surprise for your roommate turned friend and you weren't really looking forward to hearing them practice night and day.

As Elvis came home and saw the bird, he was taken by surprise but he was immediately taken by the animal and the animal by him.

“I'm callin' him Hades,” he'd grin as he proudly wandered around the living room with his new pet on his arm.

“Seriously?” you deadpanned with a roll of your eyes.

“You have a cat named Pepper,” he scoffed, scratching Pepper under her chin. “No offence, Pep,”

As you grew closer to Elvis, so did Pepper and she had fully accepted him – up to the point where she'd sneak into his room in the middle of the night to sleep next to him instead next to you.

You didn't mind it all too much though, knowing she'd always find her way back to you.

Things between you and Elvis were good. You weren't feeling as guilty anymore for what you did and you realised that you enjoyed being friends with him more than having him as a ‘frenemy’.

Slowly but surely, you were opening up to each other; exchanging spells, working on spells together and you becoming more open to dark magic.

You learned that dark magic wasn't always as bad as you had been taught by your (ex)coven and you realised that it actually came in handy in dangerous situations.

You were hoping that it wouldn't come to the point of actually having to use it, but a shift happened in the supernatural world in the city and it was a big one.

With a clan of ancient vampires settling in the city, everyone was on edge. Werewolves got the hell out of dodge and hid away on the outskirts of town and the witch covens started becoming suspicious of anyone and anything.

The vampires started applying rules to other supernaturals – werewolves weren't welcome at all anymore and witches weren't allowed to use magic. The penalty was simple; death.

You and Elvis didn't belong to any covens anymore. You learned that he stepped out of his previous coven on his own accord because he didn't like being watched and following rules, but right now, it caused the both of you to be outnumbered.

Most of the witches in town were too scared of the vampires to go against their rules so when you and Elvis went around to form one big coven, doors were shut in your faces every single time.

“Maybe we should pack up and leave,” you sighed heavily as you wandered back home one night with Elvis.

“Oh hell no. I ain't leavin' for a bunch of pale motherfuckers, honey. If the others don't wanna help, that's on them, but I'm getting the vampires out of here and fast,”

You'd laugh, finding his determination endearing but you didn't believe his words. You were outnumbered and even though you and Elvis were strong together, you'd stand no chance against this many vampires and whatever allies they had all at once.

You and Elvis would still do magic at home but you were too afraid to do anything outside; vampires crawled around everywhere, keeping an eye out on things and reporting back to their higher ups of anything suspicious going around.

No matter how much you hated it, you accepted the fact that you'd probably never be able to use magic outdoors as long as you lived in Memphis.

Elvis wasn't so quick to give up though and he called up every powerful being he knew would be willing to help.

When you came home from work one afternoon, your entire apartment was filled with witches, vampire hunters and a handful of werewolves, both from Memphis and other places. Weapons were spread out on the table and everything.

“We're takin' back our city tonight,” he told you with a bright smile, wiggling a wooden stake in the air.

You were nervous, maybe a little bit scared of what the night would bring but you were there among the witches nonetheless.

In the middle of the night when the humans were tucked away safe and sound in their bed, Beale Street was crawling with supernaturals.

Naturally, the commotion drew attention and it didn't take long for the vampires to show up.

You had expected there to be some exchange of words, maybe even a peaceful agreement or whatsoever but Elvis jumped into action immediately and you had no choice but to follow.

Maybe you hadn't shown it as much as Elvis did but you were just as frustrated and angry with the other species, so gradually, you started to enjoy yourself out there.

Snapping necks with just a snap of your fingers, frying vampire brains or making them bite off their own tongue.

Beale Street was painted red that night and the feeling of working together with Elvis gave you such immense power that it was nearly addicting.

You worked well together, cornering unsuspecting vampires to have them face a very gnarly end.

It was dark and evil and you enjoyed every second of it.

You kept the best for last as you and Elvis froze the leader of the vampire clan in place, making him unable to move as a werewolf pounced onto him and tore his head off.

By the end of it, you were both tired and high on adrenaline; instead of taking you home, Elvis took you and the group to the mansion known as Graceland the vampires had infiltrated when they took over the city.

“El, what are we doing here?” you'd question as you watched him open the gates of the large property with a flick of his wrist, taking you with him as he walked onto the drive way and up to the house.

“Welcome to your new home,” he simply said, smiling from ear to ear as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “I told you, we were taking back the city and since those fuckers are dead, we might as well take their home. All of us,”

You looked around at the other creatures around you, the vampire hunters putting the dead vampires on a pile before lighting them on fire, creating a freaky (but satisfying) bonfire.

“It may not be traditional,” he'd whisper to you, looking down at you to meet your eyes. “But we can create our own coven, our own pack. Whatever you want to call it. A family, I guess,”

“Pepper?” you questioned, moved by his words, but still worried about your familiar.

Elvis opened his mouth, but a girl beat him to it, grinning from ear to ear as she looked at you. “Right here,”

You looked at the brunette in front of you, recognizing her immediately; you laughed and hugged her. She smiled and looked at Elvis, raising an eyebrow before she'd turn back to you.

“This fool is in love with you,” she blurted out shamelessly, knowing he would otherwise never confess.

“Pepper!” he yelled in a whisper as she turned around and laughed while walking off with a wave, making him turn to you with a slightly flushed face.

“You're in love with me?”

“You know, for a witch you're very out of touch with your intuition,” he commented, wanting to continue speaking but you cut him off by pressing your lips against his.

He didn't hesitate to kiss you back, pulling you closer against him immediately.

Maybe he was right, maybe you were out of touch with your intuition, maybe you were not even a good witch at all, but you did not care at all. Life was back to normal; it was going to get even better.

“I love the house and I love the idea of all of us living here, but just promise me one thing..” you said as you pulled back from the kiss, pointing a finger at him. “No demons,”

“But you look so cute when you're mad,” he pouted, though a playful smirk appeared on his face immediately after.

“I mean it, Elvis,”

“Fine, fine, no demons,” giving you a playful roll of his eyes, he'd swing his arm over your shoulder and look at the bonfire. “Scaredy cat,”

Raising your hand a little and aiming it as his side, you made him move away from you a few feet. He'd laugh loudly and make you move forward to land against his chest with a small huff before he'd wrap his arms around you again.

“Don't start a war you can't win, honey,”

Squinting your eyes at him, you didn't even had the chance to declare another silly magic war because he was already kissing you again which you happily along with.

Perhaps it was not traditional at all. But you'd rather be part of a group that had each others back rather than in any witch coven the wouldn't allow you to be friendly with other creatures unless you had something to gain from it.

The only coven you wanted to be part of was the one with Elvis in it and even if others would step out, you knew you'd have him there and that was all that mattered.

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oooooooo im. im wavibg my fingers tell me about juno

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ooohhhhhh noooooo… ive been hypnotized by your finger wibbling…. i guess i have to talk about hiiimmmm……

@ my fellow players in the d4 campaign DONT READ THIS. none of them actively use tumblr but jic

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the first thing i always always always say about him is that he fucking SUCKS. hes the worst man alive i hope he dies im literally obsessed with him. juno infyris is a tiefling celestial warlock :3 his patron god is homebrew that i made myself! basically he grew up in the underdark (gracklstugh to be specific) doing odd jobs to make enough money to leave. since almost all of the underdark is under lolth, he genuinely just didnt. think gods were real. he was an atheist he just thought everyone else was in a cult on something LMFAO once he was old enough he started a little shop of his own selling fake magic items (most of which he stole). like spamton but not actually like spamton at all. now while setting up his window display for candlenights he ACCIDENTALLY SUMMONED A DEITY. shes like ohhh brave one you have summoned me….. your wish is my command… i shall aid you in your journeys…. and hes like Uh Um Uhhh Can You Help Me Out. (<- INCREDIBLY UNSPECIFIC THING TO SAY TO A LITERAL GOD.) she takes this and fuckinf runs with it hes now soulbound to this deity thats trying to make him a better person and have him do good deeds and stuff amd he HATES IT. as aforementioned he is the worst fucking guy alive hes greedy and selfish and an all around bastard who literally scams people for a living and now all of a sudden hes forced to be a good person or else god will kill him and its the funniest dynamic ive ever written. anyways he escapes his master and leaves the underdark and meets up with the party etc etc etc BUT i wanna talk more about his life before then. see the underdark is a really shitty fuckinf place to live for like 90% of the population and basically anyone that isnt a drow or duergar. SO. you can imagine his life kind of sucks. he is forever in servitude of at least one master at all times & is FOREVER trying to convince everyone he meets to let him live. he used to have wings, in fact! however when they grew in, his master used him for his wings & made him do a bunch of shady shit for him before cutting them off, not wanting juno to seem too valuable to others and have him stolen. juno currently doesn’t remember ever having wings & is convinced hes just naturally discoordinated and clumsy but in reality he’ll never fully acclimate to living without his wings. for all of the 18 years he lived in gracklstugh he spent every day trying to be good enough so that he wouldn’t be deemed useless and killed. his main tactic for this is flirting. see, he knows he’s fucking annoying, and he’s spent years trying to ‘fix it’, and he just can’t. so if he cant change his personality, he believes his only use is his looks. he’ll flash a charming smile and a kiss on the cheek to the vendor he’s currently robbing, distracting them so that he can steal just enough to get by. he’s fucking pretty, and he knows it, so he uses it to his advantage. he exists as an accessory, something to be used, and believes that’s the entirety of his worth. when he escapes the underdark by killing his master (with the help of angel, another pc in our campaign), he takes his left eye out. the scar changes everything. if he’s not pretty, not appealing enough, then he’s fucking useless. he finally got his chance to escape the underdark and now he’s going to be left to die as soon as he sees the sun for the first time. OBVIOUSLY THIS ISNT WHAT HAPPENS. throughout the campaign, one of the other pcs, rpck (no that’s not a typo his name is rpck) falls in love with him. this shit changes EVERYTHING his entire worldview begins to crumble as he learns he can finally be loved and. Yeaghf. im fucking normal about him. theres ALWAYS more i can say abt him but this is long enough already LMFAO thank u for letting me ramble jack :-)