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Heart Set on Amulets
Summary: Dalton meets shy, introverted reader and they become friends. Eventually, he finds out that she's a witch and tells her about his astral projecting. She creates an amulet to help him sleep, and Dalton discovers how nice dreams can be.
Requested Here!
Update (October 2023): Heart Set on Amulets Universe Masterlist
Warnings: canon-typical discussion of the Further, several vague references to Insidious: The Last Key (2018), in-depth discussions of magic and witchcraft (I did my homework for this one lol), Google Translate Latin, fluff. 3.4k+ words.
A/N: All of the witchcraft-related content is from my Supernatural knowledge and the Supernatural wiki page. This was a great request and super fun to write! Let me know what you think and I hope you like it! :)
If you could get away with wearing a glamour amulet to look like someone else for your whole life, you would. Or better yet, an invisibility shield. For as long as you can remember, you’ve preferred to fade into the background and avoid everyone. Most people thought you were simply shy, but as you got older, you knew something else was happening inside you.
On your thirteenth birthday, you discovered you were a witch. Vowing never to tell anyone, you embraced what you believe to be your destiny. Wearing black, “witchy” clothes, keeping to yourself, and practicing the mystic arts in the dark allowed you to grow in ways you never imagined. The people closest to you thought you were in a goth or witch phase. When you walked across the stage at your high school graduation, casting spells under your breath, they accepted that it is who you are. Now it’s your turn.
Arriving at college, you continue to keep to yourself. Learning that you are a witch did nothing for your social skills, still preferring to be quiet and as invisible as possible. Managing to secure an on-campus apartment, you have space to practice and develop your powers in your free time and have a quiet place to think and get away from the busy, people-filled life you live beyond your door.
“Cloaking flame,” you read, flipping through the spell book you have been building on for years. You run your finger along the page, reading the ingredients and effects of the spell. “Black candle, blood, a lit match… conceals caster and causes spontaneous combustion.”
Looking toward your pantry, you consider trying the spell until you hear people talking in the hall outside. You shake your head, thinking that spontaneous combustion probably isn’t the best idea in an apartment. Turning the page, you look at the first of many pages of research you’ve conducted on dreams over the years. Flicking your wrist, you conjure a cup of your favorite drink and take a sip before tapping the sigil and sending your spell book into a pocket dimension for safekeeping. The hallway is silent as you carry your drink to your bedroom, distantly wondering what it feels like to have company in your apartment.
“Dolphin, that’s stupid!” someone yells ahead of you on the sidewalk.
“Why don’t you yell a little louder, Chris?” the boy you assume is ‘Dolphin’ responds.
“Hey!” The girl turns toward you and beckons someone closer. As you look over your shoulder, she adds, “Yeah, you. Please help me!”
Shaking your head and sending a small smile, you whisper, “Praesidium ab extraneis custodi me a periculo” (Protection from strangers keep me from danger).
You continue walking, fiddling with the amulet around your neck. Years ago, when you became a witch, you visited a psychic who gifted you the charm necklace, encouraging you to put whatever spell or enchantment you desired upon it. The amulet has remained unenchanted since then, waiting for the right moment. Your fingers grip the amulet tighter when someone falls into step beside you.
“Hey, I just wanted to apologize for Chris – my friend that harassed you on the sidewalk earlier… I’m Dalton.” He extends his hand for you to shake, then drops it quickly. “You don’t have to talk to me, I’m usually super introverted but Chris tends to rub people the wrong way at first, so I thought I should apologize. And now I’m rambling.”
“It’s fine,” you whisper, stopping at a split in the sidewalk. “I appreciate the apology, and not trying making me talk.”
“Anytime.” Dalton smiles, and you can’t stop the small smile you send him in return. “I’ll see you around.”
“Maybe.”
“Definitely,” Dalton concludes with a wink.
As you watch Dalton walk away, the idea of pathokinesis pops into your head. You shake your head to rid the thought. The last thing someone like you needs is a love spell. It’s not like you could talk to him even if you did manipulate him into thinking he loves you. And, most importantly, you would never mess with someone’s emotions, not with how much trouble you have with your own.
You try to push Dalton out of your mind in class, your mind eventually drifting to a dimensional manipulation spell you were working on the night before. The person beside you asks for a pencil, and you briefly wish you had learned the cloaking flame spell as you silently pass a pencil, letting your eyes watch the pencil to avoid any awkward eye contact.
The last thing you expect is to see Dalton waiting by the door when you exit class, yet here he is.
“So, I was thinking,” he begins.
“Scary thought,” you mumble.
Dalton laughs before continuing as he walks beside you, but not close enough to make you uncomfortable. “You’re super easy to talk to, like, I’ve never met someone that I could start a conversation with, but here you are. Granted, you don’t really say anything, so it’s more that I have a conversation with the idea of you? I don’t know. Does that make sense?”
“Yeah.” You shrug as you look at his shoes. “I don’t talk to anyone though, really, so don’t feel too bad.”
“You’re talking to me now. After a very long lecture from Chris, which means she yelled at me, I realized that maybe we could try to be friends. If it doesn’t work, we walk away, no harm done. What do you think?”
“Why? I’m the definition of introverted and I’m super weird.”
“Chris likes to say that everyone’s weird.”
Remaining silent, Dalton stops talking and looks straight ahead, allowing you to think for several minutes.
“Hey, where are we going?”
“I’m going to my apartment.”
“You got an apartment? Lucky.”
“Look.” You hold an arm up to stop Dalton, looking in his general direction but failing to make eye contact. “We can try. This is my building, apartment 7. If you need a quiet place to think or work, or just away from your eccentric friend, come over. I’ll try to talk, but I can’t guarantee anything. You’re nice, Dalton, and you deserve friends, but I’m too shy to ever talk this much again.” You rush past him and wait until you are in your apartment before taking a deep breath, sagging against the door. “I just talked to him,” you realize aloud.
After your last class on Friday, just two days after talking to Dalton, you hear a knock on your door. Clutching a black obsidian stone, you raise it behind the door as you open it. Your hand falls to your side as you make unintentional eye contact with Dalton.
“You scared me,” you accuse.
“You said I could come over?”
You nod and open the door, allowing him to come inside. As you close the door, you look around and thank the morning version of you for straightening up before you left.
“Nice place. Do you want me to leave?”
“No, Dalton, you’re good. I’m just jumpy, sorry.”
Dalton loosens his hold on his backpack strap, setting his bag in the corner before looking around. He steps closer to your bookshelf, looking at the books and shelf of black candles. Most of your witch-related belongings are in the cabinets in the kitchen, hidden from sight.
“What’s the stone for?” Dalton points to the obsidian in your hand.
“Oh, it was a gift,” you lie. “Just picked it up when you knocked. No one ever really visits.” The last part was the truth, at least.
“Well, they’re missing out.” Dalton smiles before turning back to the bookshelf.
“You can sit wherever. I assume you came for a reason?”
“I can’t just come to say hi?”
“You can. I don’t know why you would,” you admit with furrowed brows.
Dalton helps himself to your couch, spreading his arms across the back as he smiles at you. You finally realize how long you’ve maintained eye contact and look down, tapping your feet together.
“You’re better company than you think. Let’s break open each other’s shells.”
Dalton is serious, and for the first time in your life, you think that maybe having a friend wouldn’t be so bad. As you and Dalton take turns asking questions about each other, you nearly forget about the pocket dimension holding your spell book and the pantry. For a few minutes, you feel normal. But you have never been normal, and one friend won’t change that.
Hours after the sun has gone down, Dalton gathers his things and heads for your door. You whisper a warding spell as you open the door for him, protecting him from harm as he enters the world. After he leaves and the door is closed, your hand lifts to your amulet while your mind drifts to the cloaking flame and where you could possibly test it.
Saturday morning, you get a text from Dalton – whose name and number he must have put into your phone sometime last night. Warily, you accept his invitation to breakfast. When he knocks on the door, you see Chris at his side, and you realize where your apprehension came from. You’re learning to talk to Dalton, but when you see Chris, you shut down.
“I’m going to meet you two there,” Chris says suddenly, looking between you and Dalton. She grabs Dalton by the shirt and whispers in his ear, unheard by you, “Don’t mess this up, Dolphin.”
Dalton offers his hand, and you take it slowly, interlacing your fingers with his as you walk. He looks tired, and while you’re not used to caring for the people around you, he makes it seem very easy.
“We don’t have to go to breakfast, Dalton,” you offer.
“I want to.”
“Did you get any sleep last night?”
“Why do you ask?” Dalton smiles and pulls your hand closer. “Because you kept me out so late last night?”
“No, I just...” you take a breath to stop stuttering and decide to shoot straight. “You look tired.”
“I am, but I’ll get over it. Now, what’s your favorite breakfast food?”
Dalton fills the rest of the walk with conversation, offering easy questions you can answer quickly. He never makes you feel forced to talk; more like he is inviting you to and hanging onto your every word. At the restaurant, Dalton is a buffer between you and Chris. However, you quickly realize that while Chris can be loud and comes across as abrasive, she is actually sweet, and you can see yourself becoming friends with her. Slowly, maybe, but eventually.
Over the next few weeks, you learn the appeal of having friends. Dalton is at your apartment more than his own dorm. Chris has come over several times, and you can talk to her without Dalton around now. While they haven’t said anything, you wonder if they’re curious about the ever-shifting candles or the arrangement of wax on your table. You want to tell them who you really are, but your fear that they’ll leave feels crippling. Losing the only friends you’ve ever had is frightening enough that you’d be willing to stop practicing witchcraft. If that were possible, that is.
Just before fall break, when the leaves are falling, every student is carrying a hot drink, and tickets to go home for Thanksgiving are being purchased, your relationship with Dalton changes forever. It’s nearly midnight when knocking on your door almost breaks your concentration during a spell. Ignoring it, you focus on the scrying spell arranged on your table. With your arms out over the arrangement and your eyes focused on the prism in the center, you repeat the name of the man you are looking for, alternating between the English and Latin versions of his name. The knocking comes again, and you can’t risk losing the progress you’ve made.
“Come in and shut up!” You yell quickly, keeping your eyes on the prism and the name in your mind.
You hear the door open, then very slowly close. As your chanting picks up speed, the prism lights up, drawing you in before everything goes dark. Dropping your arms to the chair in front of you, you lean your weight on it as you catch your breath.
From across the room, Dalton whispers your name. You look up at him, pulling the black shawl from your head to meet his eyes.
“What is going on?” he asks, wide-eyed.
You take a deep breath before standing to your full height. The lights flicker on, the energy you channeled into the prism returning to the wires. Dalton looks between you and the table.
“I can explain.”
Dalton remains silent, pressing his lips together and gesturing for you to continue.
“Short answer is I’m a witch. The longer answer is that my entire life I’ve felt like I didn’t belong; I could never make friends or talk to people, and I just- something was missing. When I turned thirteen, I found out I was a witch.”
“How?” Dalton interrupts.
“An energy blast,” you admit, pulling on your fingers and hoping Dalton won’t leave. “Shot it straight through my bedroom wall. Covered it up with a story that something fell and hit the wall at a weird angle and that’s why it went all the way through.”
“People believed that?”
“I guess.” You shrug and try to look away from Dalton. “Never said anything else about it.”
“Okay. So, you’ve been a witch since you were thirteen, basically?”
“Yeah.”
Dalton nods, saying something to himself before asking, “What did I just walk in on?”
“A scrying spell. It’s a locator spell, used to find people.”
“And you told me to shut up because?”
“Distraction is one of the biggest weaknesses for witches. Losing one bit of concentration could be the difference between life and death, or it could alter a spell and cause something unexpected to happen. Sorry, though.”
“No, it’s fine.” Dalton walks to the table and stands beside you. “Which part is the most important?’
“All of it, but the prism is vital. It’s what shows me the location of the person I’m looking for.”
“And where are they?”
“Five Keys, New Mexico.”
You look over at Dalton as he examines each piece of your spell, waving in front of the mirrors and looking at the reflections of the crystals. He looks tired, even more so than usual.
“What’s going on, Dalton? You look like you haven’t slept at all.”
“I haven’t,” he admits with a humorless laugh. He looks over to you and clenches his jaw. “I guess you told your secret, I can tell mine.”
You nod and place your hand on his forearm, encouraging him.
“I can astral project. I’m pretty sure it started when I was younger and that the coma my parents told me about wasn’t a coma. It’s gotten really bad recently. The dimension where I go, the Further, is full of souls and demons that are trying to get out. Every time I try to sleep, I end up there and I- I don’t know what to do.”
“I can help.”
Dalton shakes his head. “How?”
“Promise not to freak out?”
Dalton’s eyes widen in anticipation rather than fear this time, and he smiles as he nods. You wave your hand in a circle, flourishing at the bottom to open the pocket dimension in which your spell book resides. Pulling the heavy book onto your table, Dalton watches in awe as you close the dimensional rift behind it. Finding a worn tab near the back, you open the book and begin reading.
“Feel free to share with the class, Professor,” Dalton teases, looking over your shoulder. “Is that Latin?”
“Some of it. Basically, this spell works as a sort of immobilization and a warding spell combination. It doesn’t actually immobilize you, but it keeps your astral body, soul, whichever you prefer, in this dimension. The warding aspect ensures that any portal opened by your gift isn’t usable from the other side.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning nothing in the Further can come through to this dimension.”
“So, it would close the door?” Dalton asks excitedly.
“Not exactly. My understanding of the Further is that there is a door within it, in addition to any route that can be opened to enter or exit it. Basically, the door you’re talking about is to a room within a house. This won’t keep things from using that door, but it stops them before they make it to this world.”
“And the spell helps me sleep?”
“The spell itself, no. I’ll have to enchant something with the spell, then you keep that object with you when you sleep, and it will provide a broader coverage of the spell. Imagine the object having the spell locked within it, on a never-ending loop. Enchanting an object repeats the spell over and over because the spell lives within it.”
“Okay. What kind of object?”
Your hands raise to the amulet on your neck. It has been awaiting its purpose for over half a decade, and it has finally come. You unhook the clasp, pulling the chain from your neck.
“Whoa, what are you doing?” Dalton asks, his hands grabbing yours.
“Enchanting this amulet. Then you can just wear it to sleep.”
“I’ve never seen you without this thing.”
“I haven’t taken it off since I was thirteen. I’ve been waiting for the right time to enchant it, its sole purpose.”
“But it’s yours.”
“And I want to give it to you. Dalton, you’re worth this. Let me do this for you. You are the only reason I feel like I belong here, you’re my only friend, and this is the least I can do for you.”
“Only if you’re sure.”
You nod, and Dalton slowly removes his hands, watching you open your ingredient cabinet and pull a few new candles and a letter opener.
“What’s everything for? Can you talk me through it until you have to concentrate?”
“So, I’ll light the candles as part of the spell, then – this part’s kind of gross – I have to add some blood to the melted wax, then heat the amulet over the flame while I project the spell into it.”
Dalton nods with your explanation, cringing slightly at the mention of blood. You tell him the names and general purposes of the items as you set everything up, then ask him to step back as you begin.
“Corpus, caro et anima, malum annulos, animus nolo depreadandum, maneo. Body, flesh and soul, evil tolls, the soul will not pray, stay,” you begin, chanting as the candle melts. When the black wax begins to pour over the edge, you lift the letter opener and prick your forefinger, ignoring Dalton’s gasp as a drop of blood mixes into the hot liquid. You continue the chant as you hold the amulet over the flame, gaining volume until the amulet is too hot to hold. When you drop the necklace on the table, the candle goes out, and the flame dances in the amulet briefly before everything returns to normal.
“That’s going to take a while to get used to,” Dalton mutters.
“You said that like you’re sticking around.” It’s not a question, but you say it as if it were.
“Where would I go? Find a better friend than the one who pricked her finger to keep me from having what are essentially bad dreams?”
“You and I both know they’re not bad dreams,” you point out as you motion for Dalton to sit down. You put the amulet on, stepping around him to see how it looks. “She told me I’d know when it was time.”
“Who?”
“The psychic who gave me the amulet. I went to see her after I found out I was a witch.”
Dalton nods. “Have you seen her again?”
“No, but I’m planning to visit someone who knew her well.”
“I just have more questions now.”
“I’m going to Five Keys, New Mexico, to talk to a guy called Specs.”
Dalton stands and takes your hands. “Thank you for the amulet, I’m going to go sleep for a very long time. Then I want to hear more about this trip because there is no way you are going by yourself.”
“Did you just invite yourself?” you ask as he picks up his bag and heads for the door.
“What was it you said? That I’m worth it? Well, so are you,” he calls as the door closes.
If Dalton's going to keep looking at you like that, you're going to have to learn the cloaking flame move.
That night, Dalton sleeps peacefully for the first time in years, dreaming of you while you wonder what kind of magic brought Dalton Lambert into your life.
#dalton lambert x reader#dalton lambert fluff#dalton lambert fic#dalton lambert imagine#dalton lambert#insidious#insidious the red door#requests#heart set on amulets
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oooh 70 on the prompts list with shane would be so angstyyyyy plz i need to see ur thoughts on this -galaxy
This one's got a little kick to it ough
70) "After everything we've been through, you still don't think that I love you?"
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"Honey..wh..what is this?"
"Can't you read? God, and I thought Alex was the only illiterate man in town-"
"I know what it says! But..I don't understand. Did I do something wrong?"
"Besides being a leech on my income for the past year and not doing a damn thing to make up for it....no."
"..are you crazy? I HAVE been doing my part! Just..take these back to Lewis and tell him you changed your mind. I'm not signing them."
"I don't need your signature. Just mine is enough to finalize it. I've already gotten everything packed for you..since you're too goddamn lazy to do it yourself."
"....what?" Tears stung Shane's eyes as he shakily set the stack of papers on the table, his vision blurring. He stared at you, seeing not an ounce of remorse on your face..but instead pure hatred. "Why would you do this behind my back? I-I thought...you-"
"What? You thought I loved you? Hah." The brief laugh that left your lips was cold. "Who could love a messed-up lowlife like you, Shane? I have a farm to take care of, a community center to restore..I can't have you slowing me down. It was a fun little fling, but now you bore me. I gotta get serious about my work."
"That's...all I was to you? A "fling"?!" A hurtful scowl formed on his face, hands shaking. "What about everything we've-?!"
"I only pitied you. And y'know, if I didn't care about Jas growing up without a father figure..I would've left you in the forest that night. I only stayed and married you to make them happy. But you blew your chance to get your act together..they're gonna be so disappointed in you."
As much as he wanted to respond with a snarky "I didn't know there was a time limit"...he was frozen on the spot, unable to say anything.
What could he say?
This was all so sudden...and just when he thought you two were doing so well and he was starting to have a genuinely positive outlook on life..
He made the horrid mistake of checking the mailbox and finding the dreaded papers.
"I'll say this was 50,000 gold well-spent." You grabbed the papers off the table, looking at the broken man before holding out your hand. "Give me that necklace. I'm gonna sell it."
"No..." Shane shook his head and clutched the mermaid pendant, tears streaking his face as he backed into the corner. "I...I-I'm so sorry, I'll try to be better! Just tell me what I can fix, a-and I'll-!!"
Suddenly you pulled out a dagger and swiped at him, causing him to flinch and shield himself, eyes squeezing shut in anticipation-
Yet he wasn't injured, but when he saw his pendant in your hands now...he felt as though you actually twisted that dagger deep into his heart.
He collapsed to his knees, devastated as you sheathed your weapon and pocketed the amulet you once tied around his neck at your wedding.
By your hands, you two were bonded in matrimony...
And by your hands, that bond was severed.
"There's nothing to talk about. I'm sick of pretending that I care for some lazy ungrateful fuck. Goodbye, Shane."
And with that, you stormed out of the house..and he was left there on the floor, his sobs filling the silence in the now empty cabin.
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It was already late when you returned from your mining trip, and once you finished putting the spoils of your expedition into the shipping bin, you yawned and stretched.
The time was 1:10 AM...and your energy was super drained.
You figured Shane was already sound asleep. The idea of crawling into that cozy bed and cuddling with the man you loved had you eager to take off your boots and put your tools away.
However upon opening the door..you immediately caught a faint whiff of beer, and it left a sinking pit in your stomach.
He did bring home a six-pack case today, and he promised to have it in moderation.
But the kitchen trash showed clear evidence of recently-opened cans.
Four out of the six, in fact.
'Oh man..it happened again..'
You knew that he wasn't gonna be able to quit cold turkey just like that. It wasn't a habit he could flip off like a lightswitch, and that's a fact you've come to accept.
Although he had a few beers from time to time, it was nothing like before. And he would always let you know if he was having some....so to realize he drank over half the case tonight alone was alarming.
Why? You were only gone for a few hours..
You entered the bedroom, finding Shane still awake, hunched over on the bed's edge with his face in his hands. He looked completely torn up, and you've never seen him this bad since..
"Shane, sweetheart?"
Startled, he looked up at you, revealing his eyes to be puffy and red from crying. "O-Oh..hi. You..y-you came back?" He hoarsely asked.
"Of course I did..without having to visit Harvey, thank god." You walked over and sat beside him, frowning. "But more importantly are you okay? What's wrong?"
He tried to respond, but the memories of that nightmare made him physically incapable of doing so...and fresh tears welled in his eyes.
A choked sob came out, and as quickly as he tried covering it up--it failed as similar heartbreaking noises followed.
You didn't waste any time pulling him into a hug.
Leaning against you, he sobbed into your neck, soaking the collar of your shirt in tears. But you just hushed him and rubbed his back. He didn't smell too heavily of beer, although it made you wonder what happened tonight that was bad enough to make him relapse.
Was it...you?
Was you being away stressing him out?
Did he think you wouldn't come back-
"[Y/n]...you sure you..really love me? And all of this isn't...a-a joke?" He hiccupped softly.
Those questions made your heart sink, and you briefly pulled away to gaze at him in sadness. You knew he was still struggling with his self-confidence and self-image, often comparing himself to a "squishy bag of flesh" and feeling "too old", but for him to doubt your love?
Even after talking him off a cliff?
Even after going to the gridball game where you shared that first kiss?
Even after giving him the bouquet and mermaid pendant?
"After everything we've been through, you still don't think that I love you?" You asked softly, not with anger, but with worry.
"Just look at me, and look at every other guy in this town. You could'a had a doctor, someone who can still play gridball, a writer who lives by the sea...even that emo guy seems cool. But you chose me..."
With a sniffle, he clutched the mermaid pendant with trembling fingers. "...this pathetic..l-lowlife who doesn't do shit on this farm. I swear I'd change and get my act together, but I'm letting you down again...j-just like everyone else. And I'm so sorry...I'm such a failure." He sobbed harder.
"Wha..that's nonsense. You do more for me and this farm than you could possibly know." You cupped his face, feeling his cheeks grow wet with fresh tears. "You feed the animals, you water any crops my sprinklers could've missed...and those pepper poppers you give me help keep my energy up in the mines so I can come home safely."
"But..I can't even microwave them right." He whined. "I wanna have the energy to cook like you do-"
"What do you mean?" You frowned. "Last week, you made me a killer omelet when I went to bed angry over a Pepper Rex burning my favorite cardigan."
Shane blinked, searching his foggy brain for that memory, before it dawned on him that he actually DID wake up extra early to surprise you with an omelet he cooked on the stove. Made from Charlie's eggs, of course.
"Ah, that's right..well...I guess I'm good at some things.." He sniffled, slowly calming down.
You chuckled softly, thumbing away the rest of his tears, your fingers brushing over his scruff. He recently shaved it, but it grew back rather quickly--like a crop infused with deluxe growth fertilizer.
"You're good at being my partner, and keeping me company after a long day." You kissed him in the lips. "I love you, Shane. Nothing will change that, even if you have relapses."
"I love you, too..and 'm sorry. I just had this really bad nightmare, and I couldn't fight the urge tonight."
"I understand, I'm not angry." Bringing him back into a hug, you sighed as he squeezed you tightly. "Did you wanna talk about it? I know it's late but..I'm sure it'll help us both."
"...you promise not to laugh?"
"I promise."
"I..had a nightmare you divorced me."
"Huh..really?"
"Yeah, you filed the papers behind my back and said some...pretty hurtful stuff, like how it's "the best 50,000 gold you've ever spent", how what we had was just "a fling", and...how I'm leeching off of you." The longer he went on, the more he struggled to swallow back further tears. "And..you took the pendant back by force. With that dagger you always keep on you."
"....."
"I-It's stupid, but it...just felt so real. And when I woke up and you didn't come back from the mines yet, I thought maybe..it actually happened."
"Shane." You shook your head, leaning back again to bring his face into your hands. "No way would I EVER put that much gold towards something that stupid. This farmwork..it's so much to one person to handle, and I'm forever grateful you're here to help me. You're doing your best, and that's all I could ever ask for."
"Thank you.." He nodded, finally realizing that what he dreamed was nothing more than a ridiculous nightmare.
You smiled and kissed him again, making this one last a bit longer before you pulled away. "I'll get you some water, okay? I don't want my baby to have a hangover in the morning."
Shane sheepishly returned the smile, allowing you to get up and go to the kitchen, while he got comfortable in bed and patiently waited for your return. His hand went to the pendant on his chest, relieved it was still there.
Even though you were probably dead-tired from the mines..you still took the time to care for him when he hit another low. You didn't see him as a chore or a leech on your life.
You saw him as your husband, your soulmate..someone you were willing to love through thick and thin even when some days were harder than others.
Of course, his depression might tell him otherwise, and manifest those insecurities into nightmares.
But you'll still be here for him no matter what.
#clanask#galaxy anon#sdv x reader#stardew valley x reader#sdv shane#sdv shane x reader#shane x reader#angst/fluff#hurt/comfort
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hello! i wanted to send this in before requests end up closing... can i ask for mk1 raiden, johnny, and liu kang with a regressor who always steals one of their accessories? like what do you mean that's liu kang's headband? that's MINE!!
🔮 (also thank you for doing the windwolf nightmare hc's.. they were sweet <33)
Hiiii!!! This idea sounded so cute, I adored it. Also I'm so glad you liked the Windwolf Nightmare Hcs!!! :D <3 <3
Also, personal note, I don't like closing request, so they'll most likely never get closed. It just might take a bit of time to get to said request. I personally love receiving request and I enjoy doing them!! <3 <3 <3
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CG Raiden w/ Regressor That Steals His Stuff Hcs
🌩 His hat/amulet
🌩 Raiden almost always hat his hat on, rarely have you ever seen him without it
🌩 So when he set it down to make food, he was slightly concerned to where it went off to
🌩 And where you were
🌩 He was just making sandwiches!! He had propped you up to watch some cartoons for a few minutes (per your request) where did you both go???
🌩 Luckily, he heard your quiet giggling
🌩He walked to the bedroom, seeing you standing in front of the mirror, or sitting right in front of it
🌩 You giggle, showing Raiden his hat on your head
🌩 And his amulet in your hands
🌩 He quickly scampers over and takes his amulet from you, that’s a no no, you can’t touch that
🌩 No matter how fussing you do, your not getting it
🌩You could get hurt, and he doesn’t want you to accidently zap yourself (he put it on an even higher shelf than before)
🌩 His hat on the otherhand? Completely fine
🌩 Although you should ask before snatching it next time 🙄
🌩 If you make grabby hands towards his hand, he’ll plop it on your head, coeing about how cute you look <3
🌩 You look adorable!!! How could he not squeeze your cheeks and nuzzle your noses together?
🌩 Sometimes when you ‘annoy him’ (you could never really annoy him) he’ll push his hat down on your face so you can’t see >:(
🌩 Raiden learns very quickly that he can’t take away HIS hat away from you
🌩 Why? Because you get veeeeeeery fussy when Dada tries to take ‘his’ hat back
🌩 You claim that his hat is yours now, and he just laughs and shakes his head (but won’t deny it)
🌩 You can’t chew on it though, thats a no no (he uses it very often and would prefer no bite marks)
🌩 He is very thankful that you wanna steal Dada’s hat and not Lao’s hat <3 (he’ll have the same heart attack that he had when he found you with his amulet)
<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
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CG Johnny Cage w/ Regressor That Steals His Stuff Hcs
⭐️ His sunglasses
⭐️ Has a million and one sunglasses, and changes them out frequently
⭐️ Which ones do you like? Every. Single. One.
⭐️ How do you steal said sunglasse? Easy!! Snatch them off his face!! :D
⭐️ He doesn’t do anything but raise his eyebrow and chuckle, claiming that if you wanted to look like Daddy, you could have asked
⭐️ Johnny, however, thinks he has a solution
⭐️ He’ll buy you your own pair of sunglasses!! :D
⭐️ Obviously that’s what you want, right? Because you snatch them so often?
⭐️ . . . no, you wanted Daddy’s sunglasses, not your own sunglasses >:(
⭐️ For a small while, Johnny didn’t get why you got so upset when he redirected you to your own sunglasses and not his
⭐️ Or, until you push your sunglasses far far away (and hide them under a stuffie) and make grabby hands towards his own
⭐️ After that he’s pretty chill with you taking his glasses
⭐️But you can’t chew on them >:( (they’re super expensive)
⭐️ And he’s rather put them on your face
⭐️ ^ Not that he doesn’t trust you to handle them . . . But he’s not trusting some kid not to smudge his glasses 🙄
⭐️ He’ll call you a Mini Superstar, because you look so cool!! :O
⭐️ He thinks it’s cute when you wear his glasses, and will take pictures (with consent) of how adorabley cute you look <3
⭐️ Johnny loves dressing his baby up cutely, no matter your age, and will style it with whatever glasses you stole of his (my favorite are the star shaped ones)
⭐️ If your bigger and like to play pretend, he’ll act like an adoring fan and you can be a movie star, or something similar
⭐️ If your smaller, he’ll swing you around and gush about how cute you look in his glasses
⭐️Will get the pair he bought for you and wear them himself, claiming that nowyou both look super cool now
⭐️ ^ And your matching!!! How cool is that?
⭐️ . . . Until you snatch these ones away because now Daddy has two sunglasses and they both need to be yours
⭐️ Although he finds it highly entertaining that you have sunglasses on your face and top of your head <3
⭐️ If you claim that the sunglasses are his, he’ll act all dramatic about it, but finds it really cute about how you like his things
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CG Liu Kang w/ Regressor That Steals His Stuff Hcs
🌟 His headband
🌟 Liu Kang never takes his headband off, unless he’s taking a shower or going to sleep
🌟 So you’ve gotta be super duper stealthy if you wanna try and steal if
🌟 How? By pulling on it when he’s turned around!! :D
🌟^ If you regress bigger, maybe you made a better stealthy plan, but Liu Kang still catches you :\
🌟He’ll ask you what you think your doing, hands on the hip and everything, although there’s a smile on his face
🌟 He gets slightly confused when you request for his headband, because he rarely ever takes it off (and it completes his outfit . . .)
🌟 He lets you try it on once and that was his downfall
🌟 Now you constantly want to wear it!! Tugging at it whenever you want to, or just flat out (politely) demanding for it
🌟 Or it feels like demanding, why doesn’t he get a say on the matter? 😮💨
🌟 Rolls his eyes when you tell him that it’s now your headband, and will debate you that no, it is in fact not
🌟 ^ This debate is highly entertaining for whoever hears it, because he’s either arguing against your babbles, or the claim of ‘But I want it’, ‘But it’s your and I want it’, ‘But I wanna have it’
🌟 He never wins the argument unfortunally, always loosing and letting you wear it
🌟 He brought up once about getting you your own and you pouted so hard he started laughing
🌟You don’t want your own, thank you, you want Dada’s headband >:\
🌟But he does find it really cute when you wear it, you look adorable!! Like a miniture Dada :D
🌟 He finds it really funny when he ‘accidently’ places his headband on the table, and it ‘magically’ appears on your head
🌟 You don’t know how that happened, must have teleported :\
🌟 If your younger and can’t tie his headband on, he’ll happily help you (although finds it funny when you fuss and accidentally cover your eyes)
🌟 If your bigger, or can tie a knot, he’ll praise you for your good work, and smoother you in kisses, even if you whine and fuss over it
🌟 . . . However if he does misplaced his headband, your getting blamed first, so unfair 😮💨
<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
. . . I might have forgotten that Liu Kang has an actual headband and not a piece of cloth he ties on his head . . . It's fine. <3
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How to Write Strong Character Goals 📑⭐
Here are some tips on how to write a strong motivation or goal for your protagonist. Typically, characters have multiple wants and needs throughout a story. However, every protagonist should have one, main goal that follows them throughout their journey that concludes at the end of the book.
Example: Frodo is tasked with destroying the ring at Mount Doom. This goal is established at the beginning of the story and concludes at the end.
⭐ Your character’s goal doesn’t have to be complicated. A simple goal is sometimes more powerful and relatable than an overly complex one.
In Star Wars, Luke Skywalker’s primary goal isn’t to defeat the evil Empire or even to save Princess Leia. While these gradually become things that he wants/needs to do... his initial goal, what he really wants deep down at the beginning, is to simply escape his lackluster life of being a farmer on a remote sand planet.
⭐ Your character needs to have both external goals and internal goals.
These two types of goals add complexity and realism to your protagonist.
A character’s external goal is displayed for everyone to see and typically deals with the plot: a new witch wants to master her magic and obtain a powerful amulet.
An internal goal is your protagonist's hidden motive that other characters are unaware of (and sometimes even the reader): the witch wants to become the most powerful magic-wielder so that no one can hurt her ever again.
⭐ Show your readers as soon as possible what your protagonist's goal is. While a character’s goal doesn’t have to be super defined at the beginning of a story, it’s important that they have a reason behind their actions and a motivation that propels them forward in the story.
It’s clear from page one of The Hunger Games that Katniss strives to protect and provide for her sister Prim, which is then shown directly at the beginning of chapter two when she volunteers as Tribute for her. We understand Katniss’s goal from the very start and it makes us feel for her.
⭐ Your character’s goal can evolve and change. It does not have to remain the same. Katniss’s goal is always to protect Prim, but once she’s in the Hunger Games, her primary goals evolve into surviving against the other Tributes and the elements.
⭐ Make it hard for them to obtain their goal. Conflict is the heart of every story and if it was easy for your character to get what they want... there would be no story. Place obstacles in front of them, set them back, and watch them grow in the process.
⭐ Create mini-goals in each scene. Your characters and story should never feel stagnant or stuck in one place, and a great way to keep the story progressing is by giving your character smaller objectives that eventually get them to their main goal.
Katniss has a ton of mini-goals she must complete that eventually gets her to her end goal of winning The Games. She must be likable to the Sponsors and in her interview, impress the judges with her bow skills, and try to make alliances. Once in the arena, she must find water, warmth, a safe place to sleep, escape danger, help Peeta and Rue, etc.
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Kung Lao x Reader: Do Not The Cat
Context: After a small mission in the Netherrealm, you make it back home with Kung Lao with a secret in your bag.
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Returning to your room with your Shaolin boyfriend, you were joyous to relive the familiar scent yet another day. The mission to hell was pretty simple, but still there were a few close calls. Bombarded by starving, scorching devils and nearly tripping over embers into lava. It was quite embarrassing until Lao, who was laughing at you, almost did the same thing, tripping over pebbles and almost eating up karma.
"Today was boring. I wished we done more." Lao huffs, taking off his weapon and laying back in your bed. All you did was roll your eyes, thankful that the dark thunder god didn't command you two to something more reckless.
"Want to make tonight different?" Your man sits up with a mischievous gleam on his face. Boy, was he always like this.
"We just got back!" You retort with some sort of amusement. "Like, can I shower first at least? Damn." You murmur under your breath, but he could still hear.
"So, is that a no or yes? After a shower?"
Scoffing and shaking your head from his silly idiocy, you turn away to take off all your protective gear and weapons. Lao smirks, always finding it funny when he annoys you. In his peripheral vision, he sees some movement from your duffel bag, making his attention go to it.
At first, he thought his mind was playing with him, but he clearly sees and hears something shuffling in there. "Y/n! There's something in your bag!" He calls out, standing from the bed and grabbing his hat defensively.
Oh! How could I forget?? You walk out your bathroom and to your bag with no concern like Lao's. Unzipping it fully open, something leapt into your arms. One look of it screamed out that it's from the Netherrealm.
"By the Gods! What is that?!" Lao's face held fright, pointing his sharpened hat at the hellish creature snuggling in your arms. Studying it more, it seems like a resembled cat, but instead of normal fur, it was made with rocks with small lava flows between the faults. It was somewhat unique, the lava flows portraying the stripes of a tabby cat. But either way, Lao needs to know what that demonic creature was doing in your bag and why it's snuggling in your arms like a normal house pet.
"He was brushing up against my leg when we were about to leave the Netherrealm. I couldn't leave him in such a dreadful place." You fake a pout, gently rocking the cat in your arms like a baby.
"Raiden let you bring it with you?!" The absurd question makes you furrow your eyebrows. "Hell no! That's why I snuck him in my bag. I don't want that tyrant around my child."
"Your child?!" Lao looks at you like the crazy person you are.
"Our child. My bad."
Kung Lao wants to cry inside now. Many questions were raiding him, but he doesn't even know what to say. So, he just stands flabbergasted, watching you play with the cat.
"You know what? I think I'll name you Magmastar. Because I bet you can lead a whole clan of strong cats! Yes, you can!" You coo at Magmastar, whom just purrs roughly, nuzzling against you. You turn to see Lao's judging look, one that makes you feel patronized. "It's a reference to a book series I used to read when I was younger. Don't give me that look."
"Right. What do you think Lord Raiden would say if he sees it?" The monk grimaced at the thought, biting his knuckle.
"He won't, because it's not like I'm gonna do a show and tell, and for as long as he has that stupid amulet, he's not allowed in my home." Your tone is grave. "And I trust you won't rat me out to him." Your eyes looked into his with plea. Is Lao's heart faithful to you, or the red lord, someone who doesn't even treat him nearly as well as Liu Kang?
"Of course I wouldn't, my love." Lao sighs. He can't fathom getting you in trouble with someone dangerous. You smile gratefully at him, walking to him and holding Magmastar out. "He's very nice, I promise."
Setting down his weapon again, he softly smiles back at you. He's nervous, but he trusts your word. He takes the cat gently from you, holding it with cautiousness. It definitely feels rocky just like it looks, and is especially warm. Other than that, the average friendly cat, not wanting to claw your eyes out unlike most Earth cats or anything from hell.
"Wow. This... isn't bad." He holds the fiery feline with more ease and comfort.
....
And after a shower, you walk out in a towel seeing Kung Lao asleep with your Magmastar curled up on his stomach. Cute!
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Today, I say the science will not science because the very flammable cat - made of burning rocks with a few lava stripes - doesn't hurt if you cuddle/pet it!
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By the way, head cannon that Fright Knight speaks about himself in his head in third person when he feels more like a knight than a human/sentient so yeah.
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Fright Knight accidentally adopts his King, emotionally at least. It wasn’t his fault! His king was bruised so he asked and he was getting bullied, and his parents didn’t do anything and they were ghost hunters who want to kill and study him! Fright Knight had never thought he would be co-parenting with ghost hunters, lucky he had a human form. With a bit of help from Clockwork and Pandora Fright Knight was know King Phantoms legal god father, he was claiming custody if King Phantoms parents found out he was Phantom and reacted negatively; honestly he probably should right now given how many expamples of neglect he already had, but King Phantom was happy. Now let Fright Knight explain how he got here:
Fright Knight is used to Pariah Dark who is no doubt abusive in one way or another. Fright Knight is used to not moving a hair when his king orders him to stop. Fright Knight is used to a horrible king with a cold heart that knows no bounds to its selfishness.
When King Phantom comes Fright Knight assumes it will be the same.
King Phantom is not the same. It takes a few months but Fright Knight realised that King Phantom veiws him as an equal. As a person not a servant. This only makes Fright Knight more loyal to him, he thinks he would stay with King Phantom even if he got dethroned. His king had a heart of gold that put others before itself, while this had gotten King Phantom into a lot of trouble Fright Knight dared say that… he liked the change.
He was so used to installing fear into the people he meets, or being the one scared in Pariah Darks case, that he was confused when King Phantom seemed to do neither. King Phantom even asked if he had eaten and then brought him something called a Nasty Burger when he said he had not (Fright Knight did not know why they were called ‘Nasty’ they tasted adequate).
King Phantom was so young, being King was not a burden he should be forced to carry! Fright Knight was shocked to realise how many burdens a literal infant (in ghost terms anyways) had been forced to carry. And King Phantom was a kind and fair ruler, perhaps too mercyful for his own good Fright Knight mused.
Fright Knight is forever loyal to his kind King and has grown to care for him outside of a knight wanting to protect the king. So when King Phantom walked into a small lair he had made in his castle, with bruises on the side of his face and arm, Fright Knight decided to find who did this and give them a little tap with his sword, anyone who would hurt King Phantom deserved the fear Fright Knight would install in them. “Who did this?” Fright Knight asked, King Phantom glanced up then to the bruises on his arm
“Oh this? Dash bullies me pretty much every day, he got a bad test score.” King Phantom mentioned. King Phantom had told Fright Knight to understand a situation before jumping to conclusions to stop potentially dangerous misunderstandings
“Why would you change his test score?” Fright Knight asked
“I didn’t. He just likes to take things out on me and got partically mad today, hit me with a tray then shoved me in a locker and got my late to class. It wasn’t my locker which was just plain annoying.” King Phantom said, Fright Knight picked up his sword
“Where does Dash live?” he asked.
“Fright Knight! I’ve told you not to kill -or trap on their worst fears- people, even if they’ve mean to me.” King Phantom said.
“Understood. I will not go after Dash.” Fright Knight said, King Phantom nodded happily and that made not hurting Dash worth it (for now). However there were other parts of King Phantoms sentance that set off alarms “Your parents don’t do anything?” Fright Knight asked, he shifted to his human form (the king had made and gifted him a small amulet that allowed this, for when Fright Knight needed to see or be with King Phantom but could not be seen as Fright Knight. He had dark skin, dreadlocked hair, tatoos down his arms and usually wore sweatpants with armour hidden underneath them and depending on the situation either a hoodie also with hidden armour or just a black singlet.) and sat down on the bed next to the king
“They don’t notice.” King Phantom said gloomily. Fright Knights eyes wet wide and glowed blue
“What?!” he asked
“Their busy hunting ghosts.” King Phantom explained
“Hunting ghosts- to help you?” I asked
“No. They’ve been ghost hunters for years before they had me. They want to capture me actually and ‘tear the ghost boy apart molecule by molecule’.” King Phantom said
“Any other family you stay with?” I asked hopefully
“Well you know how Jazz my sister is nice, but she can’t move out yet. And Vlad is my uncle-” King Phantom started
“My appologies for interupting but Plasmius is your uncle?!” I asked
“Yeah I know! He keeps scolding me about my grades while we’re fighting! He knows full well that inbetween Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom and King Phantom I barely have time to study!” King Phantom said, I was already planning out people to take over some less important kingly duties
“I am talking to your parents.” I announced as I stood up
“What?! No! The cousin excuse only works so many times and at least even if he looked like a ghost Dan is the same ethnicity-”
“I’m sorry, your parents care so little they don’t even realise that the people you brang home are not your cousins?” I asked in horror, King Phantom paused
“Well, yeah. When you put it that way it sounds bad.” he said. I walked out the door and through a portal, walking straight into the Fenton house and pretending to be a friendly out-of-towner with an intrest in ghost hunting looking for teachers and a place to stay. My name was going to be Frie Getgi Ver, pronounced Fry Get-gi ver so fright giver, if they didn’t notice that they were truely horrible parents.
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Gardener/Botanist Reader Headcanons
P x (gn) reader
A/N: Completely self indulgent. I love plants, flowers, mushrooms— any sort of flora mystical or otherwise. I think, considering how much was delegated to the puppets the need for gardeners would be less and less. That aside, people are stubborn when it comes to art and caring for such plants is, in my opinion, nothing short of art.
Warnings: Game spoilers just all around, P and Gemini are a little stupid in this one (I am very fond of them), Lots of bouncing around concepts, tell me if I need to add more
The art of gardening was dying amongst the people of Krat, despite its rich ecosystem and peculiar plants, as it had been delegated instead to the Puppets of the city
When the puppet frenzy set in, almost all of the knowledge gained from Krat’s flora died with its people and with its puppets
Except you had survived, taken in by Antonia in the hotel, and offered her your services as thanks for the safety and security the Hotel provided
You were close with Antonia, saw her almost as a peculiar aunt. In turn she was fond of you and loved to share any of Krat’s secrets during the few times she could muster the strength to visit the gardens or you took a break and stepped inside.
When P first came by and stopped at the inner gardens, you gave him a once over before bluntly telling him not to mess about the bushes. You weren’t otherwise perturbed by his presence.
One of the few things Antonia seemed to hesitate speaking about was Gepetto, and so you had your reservations about a puppet made by him. He seemed… nice, though. Polite. Definitely very sweet.
He had come to check out the puppet dummies Eugenié was talking about, and was intrigued by you.
You kept him coming back to the garden, but most times he’d make an excuse about wanting to try out a new weapon of sorts. Not that he needed to make one— as long as he didn’t out right hurt the plants you didn’t mind.
Honestly avoids touching the plants incase some complication arises and they die or something. Doesn’t want to disappoint you, the silly guy.
Every subsequent visit comes with his awkward (albeit endearing) attempt to get to know you, and what starts off as a tentative friendship blooms into mutual pining.
P is a quiet visitor when he’s in the gardens, content to ask a question and hear you ramble on for however long you want to.
That doesn’t mean he won’t indulge your questions.
He’ll spend just as long recounting his adventures in Krat if you ask for it, sheepish and sweet as he censors the more… unsavoury moments of his journey.
In game, your character gives a bit of exposition to the flora of Krat. You tell him the certain conditions some plants thrive in, talk about the weather conditions in relation to that, etc. but you also talk about the meanings of each one. It’s from you he learns to communicate through flora.
More than that though, when you mention something specific of certain flora, it becomes a little sidequest for him. He’ll take back a little piece of it to show you and you start trading him items every time he does.
Not wanting it to be a one-sided thing, you give him pressed flower charms, amulets, floral accessories, and even some shiny things you’d picked up like quartz.
The greatest reward is maybe like a little gardener costume. To match with you, you know.
And listen, whatever you give P, he treasures. If you gave him a spare gardening uniform he’d wear that the whole way throughout Krat he’m so silly.
There’s a lot of clumsy and endearing gestures from his end.
One time he accidentally misunderstands you and makes a bouquet asking for your hand in marriage and you about have a heart attack.
You explain both the message and meaning of the bouquet to him, and while he isn’t fussed or embarrassed at his mistake he makes note of it
As he progressively becomes more human, his expressions more lively and his voice more open, your relationship develops further.
His own interest in flora flourishes. He starts trying to record the plants he comes across somehow— either by learning how to draw or asking Venigni to make some sort of camera.
He often thinks of you when he finds a peculiar plant, wondering if it would be ok to take it to you. If he had the means to just take record of it instead he’d show that to you
Doesn’t mean he doesn’t get you flowers still though. He’ll pick out flowers while weighing in his mind if it’d disrupt the ecosystem too much, and once he has them he does his best to arrange them in a pretty manner.
Gemini actually helps him here, giving him ideas for things like the wrapping, telling him to do things like use newspapers or something of the like to bundle them up
At some point the two idiots genuinely consider breaking into an arts and crafts shop because Gemini thinks it might be a good idea, and P just doesn’t know enough to argue that it isn’t
“I mean, the shop is closed down right? Nobody would mind if we just stole a ribbon… or two! Nobody’s using them anyways!” — Gemini
When he regains Carlo’s memories, he feels a little embarrassed about that and refuses to ever mention it again. Gemini makes fun of both of them somehow without being ashamed
When even Gemini fails at figuring out how to decorate flowers, P goes to the other Hotel inhabitants
Sophia’s got such a lovely eye for them, and knows how to arrange a bouquet beautifully and loves to help, and Antonia finds the whole thing adorable and loves to tease P lightly but offers genuinely good advice
Polendina is the perfect butler of course, so he knows his bouquets and is happy to help with them, and while he’s seen metal more than he’s seen flowers at the factory, Pulcinella is just as good
God forbid he asks Eugenié or Venigni though. They might be great at what they do but they’ll put together the most foul colour arrangements known to man.
Eugenié finds out about one (1) poisonous plant and decides it’s a great idea to make a whole bouquet of them. Venigni just picks out the flowers he likes the most, or the ones that match with his outfit, without… really knowing how to match it to his outfit.
I don’t even want to bring up Geppetto. Man would probably sit P down and spend hours agonizing over the arrangement of the petals and pollen like the little control freak he is.
But it gives P a nice break from Krat’s troubles, and your joy at the bouquet makes it worth it every single time
By the end of it, the flowers spill into the hotel, spotting the place with life and colour that makes it feel like maybe the world isn’t as dead and gone as it might be
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The Color of Us
Witchy Wednesday, October 11, 2023
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Summary: You tell Dalton you can see auras and he asks what color his is, leading to a confession about what he feels.
Warnings: fluff, confession, kissing, I think that's it. 0.9k+ words.
A/N: I Googled aura color meanings and every link had different meanings, so I just picked a random one. Also, sorry this is shorter than the other ones, but the next two Witchy Wednesdays are going to be longer! I hope you enjoy! :)
The first time you saw someone’s aura, you didn’t know what was happening. With the different colors and unique blending, a witch’s first experience can be overwhelming. Luckily, you found a good mentor quickly and learned how to block out auras… most of the time.
Like all natural talents or gifts, witch abilities have their own minds and come out on their own time. Some days, it seems like all you can see are auras. When that happens, you do your best to ignore them and respect the privacy of the people around you. Being shy, you already know how to navigate with your eyes on your shoes.
Today is one of those days where auras seem brighter than the sun. You catch a glimpse of a freshman’s green and blue swirl, fear of the future, and insecurity from the shades, and know you need to pick cute shoes since you’ll be staring at them all day.
When you return to your apartment after class, curious about what your professor is so angry about, you collapse on your couch and stare at the ceiling. Avoiding looking at people is more work than it seems to be. Someone knocks, and you look toward the door, hoping they leave.
“I’m not going away,” Dalton singsongs from the other side. “Let me in?”
You grumble as you walk to the door, eyes on the floor as you pull the door open.
“Are you okay?” Dalton asks immediately, raising his hand to your shoulder.
“I- I’m a witch,” you say quietly.
“I already knew that.”
“Right. But I can see auras and they’re really vivid today.”
“And it’s making you sick? Or something else?” Dalton asks gently, closing the door as he steps inside with you.
“No, nothing like that. It just feels like I’m violating people’s privacy, I guess. I don’t like knowing what emotions people are feeling.”
Dalton rubs his hand up and down your arm and shoulder, dropping his bag. He walks around the corner and talks to you from the hallway.
“Is this better?”
You laugh and look up as you say, “Kind of. But now I miss your pretty face.”
“You know I don’t care if you look, right? I would tell you what I’m feeling, so it’s not any different.”
You bite your bottom lip and think for a moment. “Okay. Only if you’re sure.”
Dalton walks around the corner, smiling brightly. He affirms, “I’m absolutely, positively sure.” He looks at you before gesturing toward the couch. When you’re both seated, your thigh against his, he asks,
“What does it look like?”
“It’s pretty,” you answer quietly. “It’s dark blue with little streaks of green.”
“Which means?”
“That blue is power and insight. The green is…” you hesitate, and Dalton lays his hand on your knee. “It’s fear of the future.”
“That sounds about right,” Dalton says with a nod. “Anything else?”
“Pink. Who do you love?” You don’t think before you speak and slap your hand over your mouth when you hear the question.
“Pink is love? How much pink is there?”
“A bit,” you answer as he pulls your hand away. “It’s surrounding everything else.”
Dalton uses your hand to pull you even closer, tugging your legs over his.
“You,” he whispers. “The pink is for you.”
You go silent, looking between his eyes and his hand on your leg.
“Am I dreaming?”
“You look awake to me,” Dalton answers, laughing. “I mean, you look beautiful, but awake.”
You duck your head to hide your smile, missing the sudden burst of pink and yellow you create in Dalton’s aura.
“Tell me what the other colors mean?” Dalton asks, drawing your attention back to him.
“Well, it depends on the shades, but the basics are red is energy, fire, passion, and anger; orange is creative, active, and positivity – you have an orange undertone, your creativity isn’t dependent on anything, it’s who you are. Yellow is sunny, charismatic, kindness; blue is either insecurity or power depending on the shade; pink is loving, caring; indigo is empathetic and sensitive; white is pure; black is tired, low; brown is greed; gray is holding onto something; and a rainbow is a combination of everything,” you explain, stopping after each color to examine the changes in Dalton’s.
“Interesting. And the shades tell you where on the spectrum or how intense?”
“Yeah. The ratios help determine intensity, too.”
“Can you see your own?”
“Not usually. Sometimes if I’m really emotional I can see the outer colors, but no.”
“Well, then let me enlighten you,” Dalton says, using his hand to raise your chin. “Yours is blue, obviously, because you’re powerful, white because you’re oh so pure.” You laugh before Dalton turns serious.
“And I’m pretty sure I see some green and pink in there. And if I had to guess, they’re for the same reason; like mine.”
“They are,” you admit quietly. “About you.”
“Do you think we could make both of them completely pink?” Dalton asks, raising his other hand to your face.
You furrow your brows and shake your head. “No, that’s not possible-“
Dalton cuts you off with a kiss, pressing his lips to yours. You don’t hesitate to reciprocate, grabbing his shirt and pulling yourself further into his lap. While you’re not paying much attention, you see large streaks of pink in your peripheral vision, smiling into the kiss.
Pulling back, you say, “Mine’s certainly pink now.”
“Is mine?”
“Mostly.”
“What else?”
“I charge for aura readings,” you tease, kissing his nose.
“Whatever you’re charging, it’s not enough.”
“Oh, you’re in a lifelong contract now.”
Dalton pulls you into another kiss, confident that his aura will never communicate what he truly feels for you and curious about how he can tell you.
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@accidentallyheartless
That's an interesting point about the workstation. It made me realize we do see this place here in the opening cutscene. hmm.. And Geppetto being involved in Carlo's death in that way might have fuelled his regret in that kind of engulfing madness that made him the monster he was. [Tbh though, I don't think he was a good person to begin with, even pre-timeline]
@ahhlito
You mean the loading screen, right? [unless I missed some other word-of-God confirmation about Carlo] I know that's what the game tells us - but I and some others in the fanbase have doubts about the truthfulness of that particular screen, given what we see in the sand memories; even though, logically he must have had the disease because we have his Ergo. Basically, I'm wondering if he had the disease, but ultimately died maybe due to the blood loss from losing an arm or some other kind of attack. I'll try to explain my reasoning for that the best I can in another post
Some of braveheart's post here:
IT’S NOT!!! It directly contradicts what the game tells you in the story!! Your memories show Carlo on the ground with the Stalker over him wishing she had arrived sooner. If it was the disease? Then she would have been no help, so why regret not being there?
And for the nameless puppet, it is a bit odd. my thoughts are that Geppetto doesn't see the nameless as Carlo either, and therefore doesn't bother ("Were you going to destroy Carlo's heart?" instead of "Your heart"). Also that maybe it did originally look more like Carlo, but without enough Ergo to properly preserve it, decayed over time, forcing Geppetto to replace large chunks of it.
Perhaps it shows how dead-set Geppetto was on going through with his plan with the arm of god and the frenzy, because why maintain the puppet at all when Carlo could be revived anyway? [which he does in one of the endings]
And I think, "narratively" [I don't think I'm using that word right lol], it shows how desperately Geppetto is clinging to the past, the literal corpse of his son, even as it's falling apart in his arms. The guy who brought upon a new age, Krat's new dawn of technological advancement - can't seem to move forward
@ideas-on-paper
[I LOVE reading discussion about this game]
I remember someone somewhere pointing out that when the strings are cut, the first “human” thing nameless puppet does is grab its head like it’s in pain :O [I can’t remember where i read that im sorry ahhh]
and also what’s really crazy about that theory is that the piercing hatred amulet tells us
"If this puppet could feel only one emotion, it would be hatred."
IF.
They could’ve just easily told us whether or not the puppet could FEEL, being the game and all
but instead they choose to say. “We don’t know”
[also PS: omg i HAVE to watch evangelion. i've been meaning to watch it for YEARS. but also. like actually. im too scared]
#lies of p#lies of p spoilers#spoilers#lop#asks#speculation#theory#discussion#responses#i got a lot to type taka taka taka
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What do you think about Elain returning everything that Azriel has given her, but has kept everything Lucien gave her?
Also, do you think Elain returning the necklace in the bonus chapter is the authors way of showing Elain rejecting/done with Azriel and the reason we didn’t get other interactions between the two for the rest of ACOSF?
Hello anon.
You have the answer to that Lucien part of the question in the books why she "keeps" them.
Elain, at least, would be too polite to send Lucien away when he wanted to help. She was too polite to send him away on a normal day. She just ignored him or barely spoke to him until he got the hint and left.
And for azriel part you again need to compare it to every lucien gift she gotten. Examples:
Acofas
“Enchanted gloves,” she read from the card. “That won’t tear or become too sweaty while gardening.” She set aside the box without looking at it for longer than a moment. And I wondered if she preferred to have torn and sweaty hands, if the dirt and cuts were proof of her labor. Her joy.
Acosf
He and Lucien did not exchange gifts, though the male had brought a gift for Feyre and one for his mate, who barely thanked him after opening the pearl earrings. Cassian’s heart strained at the pain etching deep into Lucien’s face as he tried to hide his disappointment and longing. Elain only shrank further into herself, no trace of that newfound boldness to be seen.
But with Azriel:
But tonight, here in the dark and quiet, with no one to see…He pulled the small velvet box from the shadows around him. Opened it for her. Elain sucked in a soft breath that whispered over his skin. His shadows skittered back at the sound. They'd always been prone to vanish when she was around.
The golden necklace seemed ordinary -- its chain unremarkable, the amulet tiny enough that it could be dismissed as an everyday charm. It was a small, flat rose fashioned of stained glass, designed so that when held to the light, the true depth of the colors would become visible. A thing of secret, lovely beauty.
“It's beautiful," she whispered, lifting it from the box. The golden faelight shone through the little glass facets, setting the charm glowing with hues of red and pink and white. Azriel let his shadows whisk away the box as she said softly, "Put it on me?"
So as you can see she let him put in on her...they almost kissed but rhys stopped them and azriel called it "a mistake". And she returned the necklace not bc she rejected him but because she thought he rejected her.
And returning it is not a rejecting/being done way. Look at nesta and cassian gift scene in acofas. Nesta rejects the gift to his face and cass literally throws it to sidra. So I think we are good with a little misunderstanding between Elain and Azriel.
He was grateful the streets were empty when he hurled that box into the Sidra. Hurled it hard enough that the splash echoed off the buildings flanking the river, ice cracking from the impact.
And as for everything has given by azriel...tt was just for that day as told in the books. Anyways...
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Honeycake Part 2
(Just baking stuff, sfw)
It had only been three days after you first baked that honeycake for the brothers but word had already spread to everybody else. Simeon had been trying to “subtly” suggest having tea together while Luke was begging for the chance to bake with you. Solomon offered to join in on those baking sessions with Luke, but you quickly shut that idea down. Diavolo, of course, was saying something about wanting to try new human dishes. Even Barbatos, who was your supplier for human world ingredients, had gotten you just a little TOO much honey. Seeing how your little honey bees practically begged for it, you got to work on baking.
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Luke
When he heard about this new human recipe, he was excited. He wanted to bake with you but didn’t want to seem too needy or desperate. But when you agreed to his begging request, he was so happy! Baking the honeycake was a new experience since it was the first time he’d ever baked a cake without sugar. Then there was the whole baking using a cast iron skillet instead of a traditional sheet pan. He hadn’t been expecting to learn so many new ways to bake.
You two got to talk a lot as you worked, mostly fun facts about bees. Luke knew about these creatures but eagerly listened as you told him more. He didn’t realize bees were such important pollinators or that they all served a queen! The young angel made a joke about how you were pretty much their queen bee. It was so sweet that you decided not to tell him about drones or any of those smaller details.
Simeon
He felt it was a bit suspicious when you and Luke sent him and Solomon out to get some shopping done for you. The gentle angel didn’t mind it since it would give him a chance to buy you something nice. However, he did find it a bit odd that Solomon practically dragged them both out of the house.
All was made clear when he returned to purgatory hall and smelled that sweet scent from the kitchen. The cake was already decorated with berries and powdered sugar, and set on the purgatory table. Before he sat down, he made sure that you and Luke got the gift he’d bought for you both. He handed you a sloth plushy and gave the dog plushy to Luke. Simeon’s heart soared when he saw that delighted expression on your face. He then joined the others around the table, eating the delicious honeycake. Yet to him, you would always be far more sweet than any dessert.
Solomon
He knew EXACTLY what you two were up to when you sent him and Simeon out on a shopping trip. Solomon wished he could have helped but he knew that you’d rather him not step foot in the kitchen. For some reason. You always were territorial about the kitchen. On the way out, Simeon came up with the idea of bringing a gift back for you. So Solomon stole borrowed that idea and secretly bought you a new magical amulet. His precious apprentice could always use more magical jewelry.
When they returned home, he went straight over to the dining room. You and Luke were there with an already decorated cake, shouting surprise. He smiled and let Simeon give you your plushies. He would give you his own gift later… privately. When he tasted the honeycake, he was surprised. It was sweet but not too sweet, a stark contrast to most of the cakes he had in the human world. Then again… when was the last time he had human world food? He quietly wondered when was the last time he actually sat down and ate desserts without doing some potion or project. Perhaps in these small ways, perhaps this was how you made him feel like he was a human being again.
Diavolo
When you requested to come over for some tea, he immediately accepted. He even worked extra hard on all his work as Prince so nothing would get in his way for this. The prince even rescheduled some meetings to be earlier, just to leave his afternoon free. Lucifer had been subtly rubbing it in the whole time that he’d gotten such a special treat. More like he mentioned it once. The Prince couldn’t help but feel a little jealous. After all, the brothers got to spend all their time with you and he only got a few precious moments.
When it was finally time, you were treated like the most important guest he ever had. As always. You were escorted to the tea room and as he had hoped, you had that delicious honeycake with berries and powdered sugar. The idea of you baking a whole cake just for him and Barbatos had him delighted. It went well with the tea too. He enjoyed finally having time to sit down and talk with you, even Barbatos relaxed a bit. He didn’t expect human world honey to be so gentle and sweet. Perhaps it was just how the human world was. Making things sweet and gentle. Like you.
Barbatos
The demon didn’t even need to look into the future to already know that the others would be begging or dropping hints about wanting some honeycake too. So he decided to take preemptive measures and give you extra honey to work with from the human world. He even began searching for teas that would match the flavor and texture of the treat. As expected, you sent a request to tea right on time.
What he hadn’t expected was the quality of your baking. He knew that Luke would be helping you but he was genuinely impressed. There weren’t even any bubbles or holes in the cake. What surprised him even more, was when you offered to feed him the cake. Of course, you gave the same offer to Diavolo but he was certainly not expecting it. Somehow you’d always made life that had become so predictable into something unpredictable. Even if it was in small ways. Perhaps he should add this recipe to his own collection of treats. Maybe you, him, and Luke could make mini cupcake versions later? So many choices…
Thirteen
Obviously, the honeycakes were the perfect choice as bait! She knew Solomon wouldn’t be able to resist a treat such as this! So when she invited you over, she clearly was just expecting to use it for her revenge on Solomon. And yet…. When she saw your smiling face and how happy you were making it, a tiny teensy part of her wanted to give it a small try. She didn’t want Solomon to get something too good as bait after all!
But when she tried it, her eyes grew wide with delight and she couldn’t help but devour the rest of the cake. You hadn’t even decorated it yet but it was already gone. She blushed and simply brushed it off.
“Can’t have that Solomon tasting this! It’s too good for him!”
At least that was her excuse. But now she’s already contemplating buying a whole beehive just so she has more access to honey, and therefore you have more ability to make more for her! It was the perfect plan. Besides… maybe she can use the bees for one of her traps?
Mephistopheles
It irritated him, all this buzz about a stupid cake. It was just a cake. He held little interest in trying some, even when you offered. He was nobility after all! His refined tastes would clearly be too much for such a common dessert. Mephi was fairly stubborn about this for a while. Then he heard that Diavolo had some with his tea and his tune suddenly changed. Now he was demanding for you to bake it.
When you did, either because you wanted to or you just wanted him to shut up, he was actually surprised. The treat was perfect. The cake wasn’t too strong nor was it flavorless. Its texture and even the cooking time were exactly right. Were you secretly some high-class baker? Now he’s struggling with how to ask more without making it look like he actually wanted more.
Raphael
The angel accepted your gift of honeycake well and ate some. He was delighted with the taste and told you so directly. You thought nothing more of it since he was so upfront and abrupt about it. Then the next day, he asked if you would make another one. You didn’t have any leftover honey and you told him so.
A few days later, Raphael directly handed you a jar of honey. He kind of just stared at you like some strange cat, clearly expecting you to drop everything and just make the honeycake now. You told him you’d make it some other time and he accepted this. Though you did catch him staring at you now and then. You swore you put normal honey in those cakes, so why was he acting like this? Little did you know, he just appreciated people making food for him and didn’t really consider you could make other recipes too.
(For the folks who requested it :D)
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Ficlet: Smug Bastard
The Sign. Phaya/Tharn. Fluff. Unbeta'd.
Tharn's lover has nothing but mischief on his mind!
(Babe in those anklets. Yeah. That ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)
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Tharn’s resting back against the pillows, scrolling through the messages on his cellphone, when Phaya crawls onto their bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. Tharn lifts his eyes, narrowing them, positive that his lover has nothing but mischief on his mind.
“What are you doing?” Tharn asks suspiciously when Phaya moves closer and lifts up Tharn’s right leg, kissing his sole and his ankle and his calf before propping it against the left side of his own chest.
“Hm?” Phaya asks innocently. Too innocently.
Tharn sets his phone aside. Mischief. He can sense it.
Phaya grins at him. Oh boy, what now?
“I know you don’t like wearing jewelry at work, no necklaces or rings or anything like that. Even that amulet of yours you wear on a clip,” Phaya says, gently massaging Tharn’s raised leg.
“But I really, really want you to wear something of mine,” he adds and before Tharn can ask or do anything, Phaya grabs something from the bed, hidden until now behind him, and loops it around Tharn’s ankle, cinching the ends together.
Tharn frowns. “What…?” he starts asking, propping himself up on his hands to see better.
Phaya shows him. It’s a leather bracelet - or, actually an anklet - intricately woven and adorned with green stones. It’s not too loose and too tight, supple and smooth and perfectly comfortable. And beautiful.
Tharn says so. “It’s beautiful.”
Phaya smiles proudly. “Thank you. I did my best.”
Tharn blinks at him, surprised. “You made it?” he asks, turning his leg this way and that just a little, foot still propped up on Phaya’s chest, to see better.
“I am an artist at heart, you know?” Phaya waves his hand at his paintings loftily.
Tharn almost rolls his eyes. “And such a modest soul, too,” he mutters, though the corners of his mouth twitch up.
“It should fit,” Phaya says, stroking the skin under the anklet - and making Tharn shiver a little. “It shouldn’t restrain your movement, it should be practically invisible and if it gets torn, I’ll just make you a new one.” He shrugs.
Tharn stares at the anklet, very well aware of what it represents. Something of Phaya’s, with him, on him, constantly. Always there and with Phaya knowing. Possessive, so, so possessive of Phaya. The thought makes Tharn shiver again. Such a pleasure, being possessed…
Not that he would ever tell Phaya. No need to give him ideas. Though the self-satisfied grin on Phaya’s face tells him that Phaya knows. His lover knows him very well. Damn the guy!
Tharn blushes a little, wiggling his toes against the warm, naked skin on Phaya’s chest. “Thank you. That’s… thank you,” he says quietly, his voice maybe a little too husky, eyes on the anklet.
“But it is not a substitute for a ring,” Phaya says suddenly and firmly, squeezing Tharn’s ankle as if expecting a kick - and well done because Tharn does jerk at that comment, his head shooting up.
“What?” Tharn asks, eyes wide.
“A. Ring,” Phaya repeats slowly. “When I'll ask you to marry me, I will give you a ring. A proper one. Already have the design all planned out, now just to have it made.”
Tharn can’t stop blinking. “Marry… you?” he stutters. His mind blanks out. He can only stare. He never even considered...
Phaya nods, rubbing Tharn’s calf and leaning against his foot slightly, making Tharn bend his leg little by little by little, pushing him back. “Of course. I’m not proposing to you right now, mind you,” he says placatingly. “That needs to be done with a ring, not an anklet. What I am telling you right now, is that one day soon I will ask you to marry me.”
Tharn keeps leaning back, bending his arms slowly, until they give out and he lies back down again, resting against the pillows. “Why? I mean, why are you telling me that?” His breath is now coming faster, shallower with the way Phaya’s looming over him, with the way Phaya is looking at him, it makes his heart gallop in his chest.
Phaya takes hold of Tharn’s leg, fingers wrapped all the way around his ankle, and kisses his calf and his knee and his inner thigh before setting it gently down on the bed. He’s now kneeling between Tharn’s spread legs, looking down at Tharn.
“I'm telling you because I know you don’t like being put on the spot,” he says in a voice that’s all too serious and earnest for just a moment, then a light, teasing tone enters his words once more. “So I wanted to give you time to think it through thoroughly before you say yes.”
Tharn lifts one eyebrow. “Oh, will I?” he replies haughtily.
Grinning, Phaya leans over Tharn, and propping himself up on his arms, he thrusts his crotch against Tharn's, pinning his lover down and making him gasp. Then he bends down to mouth at Tharn’s throat, slowly moving up and up towards Tharn’s ear into which he whispers, “Of course.” And he licks and kisses, breath hot against Tharn’s skin, his hips moving in shallow thrusts.
Smug bastard, Tharn thinks grumpily but it’s the last coherent thought that crosses his mind before he wraps his legs around Phaya to pull him closer and bares his throat for him.
A month later, they get engaged.
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So, I've noticed lots of parrelles in the song "Dare to risk it all" from the princess Ivy episode to Cedric, his development and his relationship with Sofia. I thought I'd share in case anyone finds it interesting. (FIY, I know Rapunzel is speaking about Flynn in this song, but this is NOT a ship post.)
Once I met a man; a thief, a cad, with a selfish plan that made me mad.
This goes without saying, Cedric was planning to take Sofia's amulet behind her back and was trying to take over the kingdom.
Love set his heart aglow; so sweet, so strange
Cedric's heart was warmed by Sofia's love and kindness, making him change his ways and become a better man.
But first he had to show that he could change
When I was in a spot, my back against the wall, he gave it all he got and dared to risk it all
Cedric quite literally risked it all for Sofia in this moment, he knew full well what the outcome could be, but he did it anyway because he wanted to protect Sofia, even if it costed him.
Things were getting rough, but he answered the call. He had to stay tough and dare to risk it all. He was brave enough to finally dare to risk it all
Cedric used near enough all of his power for Sofia in this episode to release her from the amulet and "answer the call." He needed to stay strong, otherwise the magic wouldn't work, and Sofia would remain stuck for who knows how long. He pulled through, using all his strength and successfully saving her.
@shychick-52 @bettathanyou
#I love this song so much#and them#Kinda character analysis?#cedric the sorcerer#sofia the first#cedric the great#sofia the fandom#stf#cedric the sensational#cedric sofia the first#thoughts
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Updated Anthro designs! Still not too sure about Saint... but the rest, I'm very proud of! Details about them, and a full line-up will be under the cut!
Also I see some of you, curious about what's up with Monk: and here's your answer: Monk is also Nightcat here! I made these designs before the Watcher was revealed. Also, I promised myself I'd hold back on making a Watcher design until we see their powers.
MONK - He/They
16 years old
Little Brother to Survivor, of course. Gourmand is their Auntie!
Aroace
Transes this little guy's gender.
Aside from being quiet, they're just a sweet lil guy.
They have some pet lizards... one of which is a red lizard named Jewel.
The bag contains snacks!
SURVIVOR - They/them
22 years old
Older sibling to Monk, of course.
Panromantic asexual
Sees a lot of themself in Big Sister Moon... often just sits with her to vibe.
Dating a scavenger named Blue! Only Blue is allowed to use she/her with them.
Found two slugpups while wandering with Blue, and is taking care of them, with Auntie Gourmand's help.
HUNTER - She/it
24 years old
After making it back to No Significant Harassment, Sig realized that Hunter was so fast that they could remove the rot before it became too late.
Lesbian
Why are its legs plantigrade? Well, she was a test tube baby!
Can't really talk, an unlucky strike from a scavenger cut her throat.
It knows sign language though, and have lengthy conversations with Spearmaster, who's like family to her.
Wants to help Five Pebbles out.
GOURMAND - She/her
38 years old
Aunt to Monk and Survivor
Bisexual
INCREDIBLY good at cooking. Can turn basically anything into a meal that can fill you for a while.
Dating Artificer, helping her heal from her deeply broken heart with kindness.
That and she will just hold Arti until she calms down from seeing red.
ARTIFICER - She/her
35 years old
Mother to Bubble and Seafoam, both are deceased.
Lesbian
Gourmand found her about to kill a scavenger. She hadn't even noticed the large slugcat until she was lifted in the air, arms pinned to her sides. Gourmand held on despite all the struggling, giving the scavenger time to escape... but it was only when Arti finally stopped struggling was she set down and talked to.
Under the long clothes, she's underweight.
Nobody really sees her eye underneath her hat... but Gourmand has. It always flusters her when Gourmand compliments her.
She's... hesitant towards slugpups. Her terror of losing her own still sticks with her.
Gourmand helps her a lot... she hopes one day she can repay the kindness she feels as though she does not deserve.
SPEARMASTER - They/it
31 years old
Aroace
Like Hunter, because it was a test tube baby, its legs are plantigrade!
Most messengers have their iterator's insignia on their person. In Spear's case, the amulet on their choker is the symbol of who their creator is.
Working with Hunter and Seven Red Suns to try and help fix Pebbles, or at least get him out of his superstructure before it collapses.... even if it itself is reluctant.
Pretty chatty actually! They and Hunter's conversations can go on for hours.
RIVULET - Any
27 years old
Polyamorous Pansexual
This little guy has been many places, though their favorite places to visit is the region that surrounds the iterator Chasing Wind.
They never stay in one place too long, but they always make sure to visit whenever possible.
Though you see him less than Saint, she's still always willing to tell the latest gossip... Very popular with the Scavenger King's group in the Outer Expanse to learn what scavenger politics are going on.
The only one who knows what Saint is capable of and takes it incredibly seriously.
SAINT - They/them
26 years old...?
Aroace
Quiet. Not mute, just... very quiet. Prefers listening over talking.
Very rarely do they ever show up. But it feels as though they're more... waiting for something.
Really only ever talks to Monk.
Some iterator logs think they saw Saint leaving Sliver of Straw's can... but that's not possible. Saint is still young. Sliver's death happened so many cycles ago....
ENOT/INV/??? - Any
???Adult???
What is even going on with this guy.
Never front facing... somehow.
Hurts for Moon to look at her for too long... other iterators get a malfunction in their systems.
Often found in deep in the Subterranean... most likely getting snatched by Train Lizards.
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hii, i’m soz idk ur request rules i couldn’t find them 😖. if any of this is out of boundaries lmk! I was wondering if I could request an angst/comfort-> smut on Gale?
Professor!Gale with his student (afab!reader) at wizard college yk. the student is super good with the work but they get depressed and miss class. Gale is concerned bc he adores all his students! he checks up on reader and helps them into a better headspace. one thing leads to another and reader opts to “return the favor” yk.
Gale is not Mystra in this!!! College professor! The groomed does not become the groomer! everything reader does is not because Gale has sum sort of power over them. they just like him! teacher crush fr!
anyways! sorry for ranting. if I could write for shit i’d do it but ur stories are SOOO good!
Sorry it took a bit to get out, life got in the way, I'm gonna be trying to update more frequently I have two more requests to push out and ab three drafts that I've started and haven't finished.
You didn't mention what gender or pronouns to use so I assumed afab, sorry if that's incorrect. I did have some fun with this one, the more I get into my Baldur's Gate playthrough the more I adore this man lol.
So enjoy~
After Class
Professor! Gale (of waterdeep) Dekarios x Afab! reader smut
⚠️Warnings⚠️
[College professor x student]
[Mutual pining]
[Dealing with issues via self isolation]
[Hurt > comfort]
[Alluding to masturbation]
[Teasing]
[No foreplay]
[Doggy]
[Breeding press]
[Mention of aftercare]
[18+ only]
“Deep breaths, you can do it.” Your professor, Gale Dekarios, stood behind you, holding your arm up.
-He had offered to help you practice a difficult spell you've been having trouble with. After class was over you had approached his desk and explained what spell you had been struggling with.
Like the kind man that he was he accepted, telling you that while it was a troublesome spell you had enough mettle to learn it-
You said the incantation and with the added power of your professor you successfully casted the spell you had been having a bit of a hard time with. Your eyes widened as you beamed, looking up at your professor who had a sparkle in his eye.
“See, I told you, you could do it!” he smiled down at you, you stared into his eyes and your heart raced. You enjoyed the tenderness in the moment, before a small magickal ringing gained both of your attention. It sounded from Gale’s desk, he sighed, looked past you and turning the ringing off, “Sadly, that marks the end of our after class session.”
He put a couple scrolls he had laid across his desk into a small bag, you spoke in a small voice, “it's a little early, yeah?”
“Umm yeah.. I have a few things I need to take care of.” Gale stumbled over the question, his eyes traced up your body and gave you a small smile, “But you did wonderful, like always, you'll get it yet.”
A smile pulled at your lips, face heating from the remark, “I hope so.”
You had turned to grab your bag, being halted by Gale's voice, “Don't leave yet, I'll walk you out.”
You nodded your bag falling onto your shoulder, the scrolls inside ruffled as you moved. Gale finished gathering his things, wrapping a small amulet around his neck before walking up to you.
He opened the door for you, smiling as you walked through. Walking through the hallway of the college, Gale seemed on edge but made small talk well enough to hide his obscured feelings.
“You've studied for that upcoming exam, yeah?” He asked, opening a larger set of doors.
“Yes, sir. My arcane lock is the best in the class.” You cheered, smiling up at him.
For the first time all day Gale didn't have a smile on his face, usually his tied back hair was accompanied with a goofy smile and a kind demeanor. Your heart ached, you wanted to know what was going on, your fear for your professor sprouted little seeds of worry into your mind.
Both of you arrived at the waypoint, you went your separate ways. That was the last time Gale had seen you, when the next day arrived and you weren't in class, he had shook it off to you weren't feeling good.
Day after day, until the day of the exam, you still had not shown face. Gale was worried and you being absent the day of the exam on the best spell in your arsenal only made his fear more present.
He had asked other students if they had heard from you, all only shook their heads, meaning you've basically disappeared without a trace.
The professor's fear only grew as days went by, you had still not returned. Gale's fear trickled into full blown paranoia as the days went on, keeping him up at night and making him sick to where he couldn't keep food down. Gale had a soft spot for all of his students, even the naughty ones, yet you were one of his prized pupils. You were older than most of the rest of the class, eager to learn and listen, good at taking criticism, Gale was by no means a divination-heavy wizard and, yet even, he could see that you would go on to achieve great feats.
Perhaps that was why he did it, Gale just needed to rationalize what part of him initiated the idea. Here he was fully in action, knocking on your door, away from the university, in his regular clothes. His face was deep and tired, stress had begun to sink into every fiber of him.
His knuckles knocked sharply against the dark wood of your door, a deep sigh released as he nervously waited for an answer.
Almost perking up when he heard the soft, “Just a second.” that you had yelled in response. Scattered scuttering noises sounded from inside the apartment, Gale had no idea what you were doing, but hearing your voice brought a smile to his tired face.
When the door finally creaked open, your eyes widened in shock, “Professor-?”
You looked behind him, seeing that he was alone, “What are you doing here?”
Gale couldn't speak for a moment, he took the sight of you in. Before he frowned and began to explain, “You've been absent from your classes, at first I assumed you had fallen ill but after a few more absences and no hide nor hare of you, I became… Worried.”
A small smile shown as your face lit up, “Well, I'm fine, just going through a ‘rough patch’.” You turned slightly, welcoming your professor into your home.
He followed suit, walking in, “I really shouldn't stay long, I've quite a lot of work to do.”
“You should at least stay for a cup, I just put the kettle on.” You followed your professor deeper into your home.
Gale glanced around the small rooms, taking in all of your decorations, finally coming to a small couch. He sat on the edge of the couch, waiting as you sat in an armchair across from him.
“Is it pointless to ask for you to come back to class?” Gale asked, leaning forward.
“... No.” The word was released in a breath, “I just can't… not right now.”
“Why not?” Gale asked, but slowly retracted leaning backwards, “I don't mean to pry, I just want to help, your education is important to me… You are important to me.”
“It's just hard. Right now, I have a lot going on.” You said, sighing.
Gale opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by a stout whistle from the kettle, you lifted a hand, “Excuse me.”
Standing to your feet, you left Gale in the room by himself. Coming back with a small metal tray of fancy cups, setting it down on the table that separated the two of you.
“Sugar is in here, please, take what you want.” You instructed, lifting the top off of a small ceramic container.
“Thank you.” Gale said, looking at you instead of the tea.
“We would really love to have you back in class, you can take the exam you missed and make up the work.” Gale started, ignorant to the way your heart sank as he muttered on, “with your natural talent, you'd have no issues getting back on track.”
“Yes. My Talent.. is why I'm not going back to wizard school, Professor Dekarios.” You paused from your explanations, taking a long sip of your tea, “I've recently felt like my whole world view has come crashing down around me, my whole life I've been naturally so good at spells and magick. I thought I had to be a wizard… I didn't know any other way…”
Gales eyes peered into your own, “It's not the magick you have a problem with… it's you, you think you may be…”
“A sorcerer… it's only a theory, however.”
“My class would still be open to you. I will help you grow however you see necessary and I'm sure a couple books and scrolls wouldn't hurt your newfound identity.” Gale's smug simper helped ease your pain.
Hells him just being there helped you feel immensely better, “if I was to come back to class and still go my own path, wouldn't it be like betraying the weave?”
“The weave is something we utilize, you cannot simply betray it and I'm sure the magick you hold will not mind what path you go down.” Gale said, reaching out to hold your hand.
“Thank you, professor.” You said, smiling at him.
Gale stuck around and talked with you for a while, not all about magick, but he does have a large interest in the subject. Once the sky had turned dark purple and was littered with the freckles of stars, he thought it best to head to his own home. He chuckled as he walked out your door, turning to give you a small smile, his eyes beaming, “Thank you for having me… And thank you even more for sharing your troubles with me. The fact that I was able to help means more to me than you could ever comprehend.”
“Please, professor, I should be the one thanking you… I was really going through it…” you spoke, rubbing the back of your neck.
After your exchanged goodbye's Gale left, and once again your home was silent, you were alone. Only your thoughts to keep you company now, you thought back to how his hands fit around the small teacup he was holding. How comforting it felt when he grabbed your hand, how for once, his eyes were solely focused on you… You wished it could be like that more, how you craved him deep at night.
But fantasies are usually just that, fantasy, fiction… fake. Tonight, however they were your comfort, you writhed beneath the covers imagining Gale giving into you. You wondered what pet names he would give you, what habits he would have when he loved you deeply.
The next day you went back to school, sitting at your abandoned desk, your satchel fell from your shoulder and students began to whisper. Looking over at you and facing one another once again, pointing and speaking indistinctly. It was to be expected it didn't affect you in anyway… however, when Gale stepped up to his pedestal, looking straight at you and fighting to keep a smile down, then you felt something.
The fires of the nine hells burned inside your stomach, a hand found its way to your cheek, to prop your head up and hide the reddening that quickly spread over your face. Gale went on with class like usual, teaching, talking, rambling, whatever way you chose to say it, it was always the same. You enjoyed it, being such a well learned man was attractive and the way the words rolled off his tongue like a liquid nectar made the experience much better.
Once class was over and you had tucked a couple of your scrolls into your satchel, Gale spoke up, “Ms. (Y/n)”
You quickly turned to face him, locking eyes with him, “stay after class and we'll discuss your make ups, yeah?”
You nodded, “Yes, sir.”
“Wonderful.” He said, you stayed at your desk as students piled out, after the last one you stood up approaching his own desk.
“You're feeling better, I hope.” He spoke, his voice now softer, than when he was teaching.
You nodded, smiling, “Yeah, you helped me a lot, professor, I'm very thankful.”
“Please, as I stated before… I'm just glad I could help.” His large hand once again found your own, giving a reassuring squeeze. It was a kind gesture, but it was one that ignited that fire in you.
“I'll have to repay you, some day..” You spoke, smiling slightly at the thought that popped into your head.
“No, no, no need, You being here is repayment enough.” He spoke smiling, only to cock an eyebrow at the blush you now wore.
“Yes, but it would help me feel better about the whole situation…”
Gale paused before speaking again, “what did you have in mind?”
“I could always help you out… You know… to return the favor?” Your eyes flickering up to meet Gale's own. Your teeth latched onto your lip, pulling it into your mouth looking at his hand on your own. For a moment Gale's eyes widened before he pulled his hand away.
A myriad of inappropriate thoughts flooded the professor’s mind, evident only by the red hue his face took on. A small smile played at his lips a sweet contrast to the simper that littered your own plush ones. Shaking his head, Gale's big brown eyes bore into you, “As much as I would absolutely adore that…” He paused, wincing at the words he was about to say, “ I cannot. If anyone found out I wo-”
“No one has to know, Sir.” You interjected, keeping eye contact, your confident facade faltered for a moment. Beginning to move away from your teacher, you nodded slightly, “-but I understand, you do have more at stake here than I do..”
Gale's eyes flickered through emotions at lightning speed, confusion seeped into his features followed by shock and finally he landed on regret, “W-Well. Let's not be hasty now..”
His hand reached out to you again, as you raised an eyebrow, curiously, at your teacher, “Professor, what exactly are you getting at?”
“If it's strictly a one time thing and no one would know then… I assume it would be okay to-” softly stumbling over his words Gale's eyes landed on your soft figure, biting his lip, praying that you understood his incessant ramblings.
You nodded slightly smiling brightly, “Just tell me when and where and I'm there, professor.”
“I have two more lectures today, you can meet me after and we can go to my tower, if you would like.”
“Yes!” You said, loudly, your excitement causing gale to Shush you. Apologizing you still nodded, “Yes, I would love that, sir.”
The rest of your day dragged on as your mind found itself hoping for what was to come, when the time had arrived you met Gale outside of his room. Leaning against the wall, you hadn't even noticed him, you were reading a scroll and focusing on the movements it instructed. Only for gale to grab the parchment and gain your attention, “A bit of difficult Magick, right here… where'd you get this?”
He was so close to you, leaned against the door frame, his body facing you as he glanced over the spell. Absentmindedly taking his lip between his teeth, his eyes pensively traced the scroll. Before he glanced back over at you, handing it back to you.
“A little shop near my house, just a goal I'd like to set for myself.” You explained as the two of you began your walk, tucking the parchment back into your satchel.
“I could always help you..” Gale offered.
“I would like to figure it out on my own, I think.”
“That's understandable, when you get the hang of it you'll have to show me.”
“Of course, professor.”
“Please, for tonight, call me Gale.” Your heart skipped a beat.
“Okay, Gale.” A small and nervous laugh left with the name.
Once the two of you arrived at his door, ending the short commute, he flicked his hand and the door swung open. The candles lining the walls all flicked to life as you walked in, it was like a fancy library, bookshelves lined the walls and little trinkets sat on top of them. You were taking the scenery in as Gale dropped his bag, it fell to the ground with a thump.
“Before we begin, I can make some tea, if you would like.” He said, “and I have some biscuits.”
You nodded, following him into his kitchen, you sat in a small chair as he paced around the kitchen collecting small items and preparing the water. He was speaking to you about magick, but not in his usual teacher way. Now he was more like a friend indulging you in his interests, “but surely to a student as talented as you, my experiences probably seem trivial.”
“Of Course not, professor.” You said, replying without even thinking.
“What was that?” He said, stepping closer, now towering over where you were seated.
“Sorry, Gale, but it doesn't seem trivial, not in the least..” You spoke, swallowing deeply.
A simper had crawled onto his face, smirking down at you, before the whining tea kettle called for him. He quickly glanced over his shoulder before looking back at you, “Just one second, love.”
You nodded the word ‘yeah’ ghosting on your lips, but breathlessly, no words could escape you. It felt almost as if he enjoyed teasing you, between the moment with the scroll earlier now this, blissful agony one could call it.
Gale poured water into the two cups of tea, letting them steep. He walked back over to you. A finger ghosting on your chin, lifting your chin slightly, looking in your eyes, he smiled, “ready?”
Your heart skipped a beat, “F-For?”
“For tea…” He spoke, placing a kiss to your lips, “what else?”
He smiled as he brought a small tray closer to you, two tea cups and a plate of pastries sat on the tray.
You hastily drank your tea, meanwhile Gale sipped his, watching the ways you moved around in your seat. When he drank the rest of his drink he stood to his feet clearing the dishes away, “I'm going to clean this mess up, the bedroom is through the stairs and to the right, you can't miss it, get comfortable.”
“O-okay.” You said, scampering up the stairs, you walked into his bedroom, the bed in the center was huge, you laid down on it, the plush blankets were soft and cool. You began undressing and crawled under the blankets, laying down comfortably.
After a few moments of you laying there, the door swung open, Gale was also undressed, he crawled over the bed, laying over the blankets on top of you.
Placing small kisses on your lips and trailing them down your neck, “Get up, and on your knees.” He growled.
You did as he said, standing on your knees, he pushed you down onto your hands and knees, getting behind you he slowly stroked himself before pressing into you. You moaned painfully, inhaling sharply, Gale did not give you time to adjust. He was driven feral by how warm and wet you felt, just for him. You were all for him and Gale was loving every part of it, his pace increased with every moan you gave him.
Roughly pushing into you, “Yes, take it just like that, such a good pupil.”
You moaned out beneath him, unable to form words as he ravaged you, placing kisses down your back, his hands held onto your forearms. The two of you rocking against one another, it wasn't long before your legs began to shake.
“Gale, please.”
Your quivering voice was clouded by your ecstacy as you constricted around Gale, who groaned as he continued to pump into you. Your legs gave out, falling onto the bed, Gale lowered too, laying on top of you, “Damn, already?”
Gale didn't stop, he milked your orgasm, rocking into you, stopping only to pull out and pat you on the leg. His hand traced your thigh. Before he rolled you over, you helped him, and Gale moved to stand up, still panting he pulled you closer to him.
You were now on your back, Gale leaned down over you, placing your thighs on his shoulders, he placed another soft kiss to your lips.
“Is this what you think about during class?” Gale asked, pressing back into you.
“S-sometimes…” you admitted, Gale began to rock into you, “Ah-! Gale.”
He pressed your legs to your chest, his face buried in your neck, kissing and biting at the sensitive area. The easy access to the sweet spot made your mouth water as Gale audibly moaned into the crevice of your neck.
His moans were loud and breathy, chasing his own release, his thrusts became sloppy and delayed.
“Kiss me.” He demanded, you obliged, taking his bottom lip between your own. Kissing him as he rocked into you, “Yes, Gods, look at what you bloody do to me.”
Finally, Gale thrusted, gripping the sheet beneath you tightly, and with a prolonged groan, he came. Chasing his orgasm, he sloppily rammed into you as your body milked him, clenching around as your orgasms met each other. Both of you gasping for air and mumbling swears beneath your breathless demeanor.
“You know, that was nice,” Gale said, pulling out and moving to lay beside you, “I appreciate it,”
Gale looked over at you, still panting, “I'll go run us a bath.”
“Umm… sir,” you spoke up catching your professor's attention, “this was just a one time thing, right?”
Gale nodded, “yeah.” He mused as he walked into the bathroom.
It was most certainly not a one time thing.
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IT'S MIGHTY NEIN DAY LET'S GOOOO
god, the SET, the COSTUMES, travis in full half-orc makeup — fucking gorgeous. but I do have the sneaking feeling that Matt is dressed as young Ludinus.......
The time: seven years after the peace treaty that ended the War of Ash and Light, immediately after the ignition of the Malleus Key. The level: 20. The setting: the Encanter's Rest, Blightshore, where Caleb and Beauregard have landed.
In the midst of this, Caleb has a terrifying realization: if his own collar has been disenchanted, what others have been, too? But Beau's priority is to get to Yasha, who was with Caduceus, and Caleb teleports them there with a chipped piece of gravestone.
The Blooming Grove is healthier than they've ever seen it, and the curse of the Savalirwood has been driven away slightly. Caduceus' hair is a vibrant pink again.
"We made it to the Malleus Key like we planned, but nothing ended as we planned. Da'leth brought down a champion of the Matron, into the heart of the dig site, and he did something — our vision went white, we woke up in a different part of the world —" "Long story short, everything's fucked. I think we need to rally the troupe."
Next stop: the deck of the Nein Heroez, docked in Nicodranas.
Fjord update: his level 20 multiclass is warlock 14/paladin 6, and holy fuck his new art—
Stone's Throw has acquired multiple new ships, including the Rumblecusp Express and the Sapphire of the Sea.
As they travel through Nicodranas toward Veth, they catch wind of something having spooked sea-beasts into the streets.
"I'm sorry, the place is a mess, the world has been turned upside down—" "Wait, something happened here too? What's wrong?" "I have a teenager!"
They sit down to have a conversation, alongside Yeza.
"Uh... Cerberus Assembly, global fuckery, the moon is not where it's supposed to be, Trent may not be imprisoned anymore — and we're getting the Nein back together to deal with it."
Jester update: she took flash recall as her 19th level feat.
Jester attempts to scry on Trent and it doesn't work. They immediately assume that he's broken out and has an amulet, but it could still be that the entire prison is warded against scrying.
"Caleb, do you need an amulet so he can't look in on you?" "Let him come." that's what we call character development!
The Nein, in true Nein fashion, decide to tackle the immediate problem first, rather than trying to push the moon back into space when they don't really know anything about it. Trent joined with Ludinus is far more dangerous than Ludinus on his own, so they'll take down Trent first and play whack-a-mole with the rest of the Assembly later.
Veth isn't sure if she should go with them, but Luc slams his door open — "mom, don't be a coward! You do this every time! You have to be an adventurer for everyone, that's our calling! You can ground me all you want, but I learned it from you!"
Caleb cuts in. "Young man, you do not take your mother's love for granted. Do you understand me?"
They start to leave, but Veth doesn't want to. Caleb draws the circle to the Cobalt Soul archive in Rexxentrum, he steps through, the last to go — and Luc, rogue 5/wizard 3, dashes through at the last second!!
The way the entirety of the Mighty Nein turns on Luc the second they realize he's there and are so protective of him is fucking adorable. Beau challenges him to hit her with a spell, but ol' uncle Caleb counters it and puts him in a wall of force. "We are dealing with people who could kill you with a blink. You are not ready. You are talented, and I'm proud of you, but you're not ready." Luc is out here using Sam's 22 charisma to convince everyone — including Caduecus — to let him stay. Caleb agrees, too, on one condition: that Luc will stay under his eye at every moment, and that he reserves the right to teleport Luc back home the second it becomes too dangerous.
On the upside, it appears that the teleportation circles in the Cobalt Soul are still working.
Since the solstice, the Cobalt Soul has closed its archive doors. They discovered that the master vault has had its wards interfered with and has actually been infiltrated and trapped from within — with Yudala Fon meeting with the king, they ask the Nein to investigate.
Caleb update: Fortune's Favor is his second-level spell mastery choice.
The hallway to the vault leads to a massive adamantine door covered in runes — though it would usually glow blue upon approach, the runes are cold and lifeless. It creaks open without issue.
Inside is a storage room filled with various chained crates, tomes, display cases, and other such things.
In the middle of the floor is a toothy mouth. "Welcome, Bren. You are nothing if not reliable. It feels good to be free — have had so much time to ponder. I can now see how solitude forged you, I now know the greatness that can come from endless quiet and conjecture. At the edges of my mind, many seek me in silence. I wonder If any partnership would meet my standards. I have much to thank you for, my exemplary pupil. It is only fitting you have now taught me, and I return renewed. I must confirm my theories, for they keep many secrets beneath this library. You are welcome to learn what I have, Bren." The magic mouth spell vanishes.
At the far end of the room is a figure, crouched — Aggy, a dwarvish monk (way of the drunken fist, presumably), level 5, played by Wembly Arena's announcer Daniel! The monk was sent into the archive ahead of them, but got caught in some kind of explosion. "Without being too rude, who the living fuck are you?"
Beau update: She got promoted to High Monk!
Fjord uses see invisibility, revealing a handle on the wall that was previously hidden. Aggy goes and headbutts it, inadvertently turning the lever and opening a secret door in the wall.
Through this new door, another mouth appears. "We have all done terrible things, Bren, and we all must be punished for them. I still pay the price, and so too shall he. The Shadowhand must step into his own might. I will tell the Bright Queen of his betrayal, and in this, he shall be made free to follow your path of pain. Only in suffering are we made paragon, and I will make you better; you will be my proudest achievement."
The passage leads to a series of terraced platforms that then lead to a room covered in lockboxes. Each is hidden with invisibility, and protected by various wards.
Aggy, brazenly running down the passageway and sticking his hand on one of the lockboxes, gets instantly killed by a disintegrate.
One of the lockboxes is slightly ajar, and no longer has a trap on it; the inside is empty except for a piece of paper, and another magic mouth appears. "To bleed is to scab, to break is to mend stronger, to hurt is to learn; but recklessness will only leave you dead and forgotten. I was called here to take of its blessing and release one of its forgotten nightmares; arrogance thinks it can use me, but I am the master here. I am he who feeds on ambition, he who drinks of promise and leaves nothing unearned." He tells Caleb to meet him at the ruins of his childhood home — "dinner will be waiting."
Beau comforts Caleb in the way that she does. "You've worked really hard to overcome this. You are above this." "You are right. I don't care that he taunts me. But he doesn't need to be breathing anymore."
With at nat20 plus true seeing, Beau can see the name of what each lockbox contains. The two that were ajar read "adrenus sap," a rare unholy ichor distilled for use in abyssal rituals to bind servants of the abyss or undeath to their domains, or to ensnare such creatures; and "afterimentahl," an arcane binding stone used to capture powerful beings for study, syphoning, or experimentation. The ones known typically contain an entity from the Calamity or before, but the process of creating them has been lost.
back from break and so ready to watch them finally kill this motherfucker—
They put up the tower to sleep for the night, and cast a heroes' feast preemptively.
Caleb uses wish to cast simulacrum on himself to create a copy. He then gives Luc his luck stone, re-attunes his ring of evasion, and casts mind blank on himself before going to bed.
And with a night's rest, Caleb can prepare another 9th level spell or can keep wish — he didn't even have to roll for it because he duplicated a spell! 20th level wizards are a hell of a thing.
With potions drank, fog clouds created, and a heroes' feast had, the Nein plus Luc teleport to Blumenthal.
As they approach, Caleb feels the ghost of his grief, but he has come to terms with it. The house that stands here looks exactly like his childhood home. "I have done what I have needed to do in this world. If I don't walk from this, I need you to get that boy to safety."
Inside, there is laughter — Una's, followed by Leofric's, mingled with Trent's. Caleb walks in, followed by Jester and Fjord. With divine sense, Fjord reads both Una and Leofric as undead. Caleb's simulacrum is polymorphed into a sabertooth to protect Luc. The rest flank the house and watch through the windows.
Breakfast is set at the table. There are seven empty chairs.
"Mother, don't you think it's strange, you haven't changed one iota?" "Not at all. He has given us a second chance." With an insight check, Caleb sees them for what they are: just bodies, reanimated.
Jester leans, says "I'm sorry" to Caleb — and casts turn undead. Both parents fail their saves, fall back. Trent's face falls. "Wery well, then. Perhaps the lesson should start with me." The entire house explodes, but their preparation reduces the damage significantly, and before them is Trent Ikithon, floating up in the air — and where Una and Leofric were are two ghoulish corpses.
time for initiative and combat updates!
Trent's spell save DC is 22. That's just about on-par for a 20th-level wizard with money; a 22 INT plus a robe of the archmagi gets him there, and an arcane grimoire can compensate for no robe or a 20 INT.
Trent can use 2 legendary actions to cast a spell.
Caleb Prime: *downed* Caleb 2: immediately turns into a fucking t-rex
Luc casts see invisibility and reveals that Trent's avatar is an illusory duplicate, and the real Trent is crouched behind a tree like a little fucking creep.
After a chain lightning, a meteor swarm that did higher-than-average damage, and a massive house explosion, everyone's back to full with a mass heal! So with two clerics in the party with a 9th level each, plus a guaranteed divine intervention that can duplicate a mass heal, these fuckers have a latent health pool of 2800 hit points.
Beau update: Her 19th level feat is mobile.
In an antimagic field, Trent is cowering — "but this is why the intelligent prepare. Omentis, be unleashed." The field doesn't suppress artifacts, and he breaks the afterimentahl against his chest. From where he stands, an orb of pitch darkness grows, and a 40-foot entity made of purplish and black shadow, with four arms and glowing purple orbs begins to stalk toward Blumenthal itself.
Seeing that, Caleb plants one palm, two palms on the ground — and uses shapechange to transform into Gelidon, the Nightmare in Ivory.
KAIJU FIGHT!!
and then, just to top it all off, Luc casts enlarge on the fucking t-rex!
"Arty, if there's ever a time we needed you—" Jester uses gate to pull Artagan out of the feywild and right into this fucking kaiju fight. "Don't worry, Jester, I've got y—oh, what have you brought me into?! Really?!"
An archfey, an ancient dragon, a giant t-rex, and the avatar of an abyssal archfiend tethered to the soul of a 20th-level archmage walk into a bar...
With holy weapon active, Yasha does 168 damage in a turn without a crit.
Its full name is Omentis, Scion of Ruin. Everyone within 60 feet gets hit with its "void hunger," automatically takes necrotic damage at the top of its turn. It also has "aura of oblivion," a beam that emits from its face and deals massive (as in, 150 points on a failed save) force damage. Its AC is 24, and it is considered undead.
With his passive perception, Caleb notices that the crystal that Trent shattered is still visible in its chest.
Luc notices and targets the artifact, which causes the shadow holding the creature together to flicker.
Caduceus uses divine intervention (which automatically succeeds) to cause the creature's shadow to become translucent, so that they can see the artifact clearly within it. In the center, with the crystal at his heart, is the shadowy echo of Trent, hanging like a puppet.
what is it with live shows and nat20s at crucial story moments???
With a nat20 strength check, Beau rips the heart from the creature. All the shadows swirl around it and get pulled back into the egg, and as it reforms, Trent himself gets pulled, screaming, into it — Beau tosses it up, Gelidon catches it and smashes it into the ground.
As the dust settles, the people of Blumenthal gather, and the sun begins to rise.
The heart remains intact, but sealed forever with Trent inside it.
Caleb uses demiplane — which opens into a familiar nine-sided tower — to seal the heart away for..... future use.
They decide that after all this, Luc deserves a party — not least of all to celebrate Fjord and Jester's engagement!
At the end of it all, Caleb uses the tower to cook a feast for all of Blumenthal.
"While this was a singular victory, it is still the beginning of much work to be done."
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