roots and beginnings

100 “Epic” Adventure Ideas...

Here are one hundred adventure seeds you can use to generate ideas for your adventures and campaigns.

  1. A ancient and evil balor sorcerer imprisons old friends of the player characters, holding them hostage in return for a service. 
  2. A band of several death slaadi rogues and sorcerers begins to waylay all planar travelers who chance through their recently claimed turf on the Astral Plane.
  3. A ranger hero recognized around the world begins to organize a group of explorers for reasons unknown…
  4. A bardic college develops a style of music that charms and dominates any that listen to it too long.
  5. A beholder cluster, made up of many beholders driven mad, begins to war with lesser beholder communities, apparently all seeking a beholder artifact. 
  6. A prominent deity grows sick and will die if the cause of its divine ill is not discovered. 
  7. A beloved prophecy long accepted as true fails to occur because of the characters’ meddling, and the world turns against them…
  8. A blinding, yellow haze seeps down from the sky, covering the world…
  9. A celestial tree hundreds of miles long reaches its roots down and begins to grow on the world’s surface. Creatures from other worlds live in the heights of the tree. 
  10. A child is born who prophecy indicates will one day ascend to godhood. 
  11. A black disease blights the forest, killing all vegetation as it continues to expand without limit at an ever-accelerating rate. 
  12. A clan of psionic militants breaks away from the kingdom — literally. A huge chunk of land hundreds of acres wide floats up and away (taking with it many terrified non-psionic people). 
  13. A conjunction of parallel planes somehow energizes a lowly peasant to the power of a greater deity — but only until the conjunction ends. 
  14. A cross-time catastrophe has cut off the Material Plane from all others. 
  15. A dragon kills the ruler of the largest nation and takes over, calling itself the Dragon King.
  16. A flaw in a true resurrection spell leaves one player character undead by night and alive by day. 
  17. A floating city arrives from across the sea, apparently fleeing the depredations of the Warlord, a barbarian of an epic caliber.
  18. A flock of angelic avengers and celestials is ravaging across the continent. 
  19. A meeting is called by a storm giant blackguard. Powerful giants from around the world (and other worlds) begin to congregate. Though no one knows the meaning of this calling…
  20. A glorious gemstone in which the first light of creation still lingers is purportedly languishing in an ancient, crumbling demi-plane. 
  21. A great chase ensues through endless parallel dimensions as wizard researchers follow the faint trail of the long-vanished elder elves. 
  22. A group of gargoyle paragons claims the Cathedral of Pelor as its own new home. 
  23. A hero of renown (a quasi-deity, really) is to be wed to an elven prince, but the prince’s royal family claims the prince is under a spell. 
  24. A hole is gouged in the veil separating life and death. As the tide of life pours out into the void, all creatures everywhere begin to die as they accumulate negative levels. The hole must be mended. 
  25. A red dragon and two of its siblings emerge from a red-lit cavern in the earth. 
  26. A lesser deity declares the PCs as its mortal enemies, enjoining all its worshipers and allies to find and slay them. 
  27. A longstanding illusion is pierced, revealing that the king is nowhere to be found, and that all dictates of the kingdom have been actually flowing from the thieves’ guild. 
  28. A new deity decides to leave the Outer Planes to set up its palace on the face of the Material Plane. Once it arrives, it demands worshipers and servitors. 
  29. A mad chronomancer with a mastery of time, has determined how to destroy the past (and therefore the present). Unless it can be stopped, time itself will unravel. 
  30. A planar conjunction will soon come to pass, allowing the legions of hell (or worse) direct access to a selected part of the Material Plane for 24 hours. It can’t be stopped, but some famous characters may attempt to defend key cities or strongholds from the onslaught. 
  31. A player character’s heart is stolen and replaced with a magical gem or a strange alchemical creation. Who knows how long the replacement will last? 
  32. A powerful wizards’ guild enters all-out war with the dominant religious order of the world. 
  33. A quasi-deity wants an escort as it ventures into the Abyss to release a companion quasi-deity from bondage. 
  34. A rogue moon threatens to crash down upon the world, ending all life. 
  35. A sentient spell-virus is raging out of control among spellcasters. All who fall victim to it become part of one unified mind controlled by a malign intelligence. 
  36. A species of “fish” introduced from another plane has provided good eating and relief from famine over the last year. Now, thousands (possibly millions?) of the fish-like creatures begin a sudden growth spurt, transforming en masse into terribly powerful and bloodthirsty predators. 
  37. A splinter community of humans evolves into a sub-race sporting strange and variant powers. 
  38. A syndicate of assassins dramatically expands its membership by introducing a mind-control potion into a city’s water supply. 
  39. A team of nightmares draws a chariot driven by a powerful fighter into the city. 
  40. A titan seeks those brave enough to release it from its age-long bondage; its rescuers may face the wrath of higher deities. 
  41. A vampire scion from another plane begins to conquer world after world with the help of a reforged artifact of legend, Midnight’s Heart
  42. A volcano erupts. In the aftermath, a portal to the City of Brass on the Elemental Plane of Fire remains open permanently.
  43. A well-known wizards’ guild’s magical dumping ground of failed experiments and stale spell components becomes sentient.
  44. A wizard attempting to summon a powerful devil slips up and somehow summons an abomination instead: an infernal lord of the hells. 
  45. A wizard claims to have developed an epic spell ritual that, if cast, will slay a deity.
  46. All magic items crafted from a particular city begin to bestow negative effects on their owners with each use. 
  47. All who fall asleep on a selected world cannot be awakened and eventually die in their sleep. Exhaustion is beginning to take a hold on even the greatest heroes of its realm…
  48. An adventuring party stumbles upon the tomb prison of an long dead half-god and releases it. 
  49. An anti-magic plague is released by an unknown agency, causing sickness and eventually death to any who prepare or cast arcane spells. 
  50. An artifact belonging to one of the characters must be destroyed, lest some great catastrophe, which has secretly been gathering, come to pass. 
  51. An artifact capable of forever dominating all red dragons everywhere is discovered.
  52. An enclave of gnomes customizes an iron colossus into a walking war platform.
  53. A group of NPCs known for good deeds suddenly embarks on a death spree, murdering merchants and their envoys…
  54. A group of NPCs decides to destroy the PC adventurers, for reasons that are initially obscure. 
  55. A sentient, free roaming, self-casting disintegrate spell breaks loose from a wizard’s laboratory. 
  56. A legendary paladin leads a crusade to hell. 
  57. An inter-dimensional caravan must float on the River Styx through the dangers of several lower planes. 
  58. Spirits begin to manifest from machines as complicated as simple steam-powered wheels — is it a warning from the gods of the forge to desist? 
  59. Angry druids raise the beasts, animals, and dire animals of the wild, intent on beginning a new world order in which nature comes first. 
  60. As the world ages, frequent earthquakes threaten to plunge the major nations under the sea. 
  61. Blue-skinned merchants begin to sell enormously popular items composed of dreamstuff — “mined from the very dreams of a deity,” claim the merchants.
  62. Deeper than the Underdark, the world is discovered to be hollow. Hanging in that vast opening is an unknown, uncharted inner world of strangeness.
  63. Dwarf miners follow a vein of adamantine to a hinged valve sealed with divine magic of an age older than any of the current deities. 
  64. A group of seemingly amateur rogues steal the magical scepter of the Dragon King. 
  65. Evil opportunists slay the Guardian of the Flame of Destiny, hoping to remold the Law of Reality to their own liking. 
  66. Ghosts of every sort begin to rise again, and they won’t recognize their own undead state. 
  67. Mind flayers successfully gain control of a surface nation, plunging the region into permanent darkness. 
  68. Jade pyramids of prodigious size rise from the earth. Sounds unlike any heard before echo faintly from within their stony cores. 
  69. Construct-like creatures of insane complexity called “machines” move across the land, preparing the way for a larger invasion of automated entities. 
  70. Magic begins to fail, supposedly because it is being “used up” faster than it naturally regenerates. 
  71. Mercenary half-dragons who ride chromatic dragons as steeds sell their swords (and spells) to an evil empire. 
  72. Newborns begin to be born without souls.
  73. Off-plane raiders begin to steal people away for use as slaves and food. 
  74. Once every ten years a small cave provides access into a magical, underground world where all living beings give off colorful light, ruled by mysterious fey lords with mysterious agendas. 
  75. One of the player characters learns about his or her real mother or father — in fact, that parent was a demon, and that demon has come calling. 
  76. Planetars and solars bring heaven’s war to the Material Plane, slaying any and all they deem evil or immoral. 
  77. Chromatic dragons decide that their “species” is the only true draconic race, and they begin a campaign of genocide against all other dragon types. 
  78. Several well-known cities and all their inhabitants suddenly disappear without a trace. More could follow…
  79. Someone is breaking the Seven Seals that maintain the integrity of the multiverse…
  80. The ancient Great Library has secret vaults where the Words Once Spoken are supposedly inscribed in the Book of Sleep. To speak them again would remake the universe. 
  81. The Clock that Rules the Universe is under attack by insane gnome alchemists, who are raiding it for parts. 
  82. The End Times threaten to begin. 
  83. The gods of Law put all humanoid races on trial for their excesses.
  84. The Lord High Priest of Pelor denounces her deity and faith. 
  85. The most feared and reviled weapon of legend, an artifact sword that drains life energy with a touch, is lost by its owner. 
  86. The Mother of Spiders emerges from her Cocoon of a Million Years to find a mate for her next spawning. 
  87. A vast necropolis undergoes a mystical transformation. Now, each coffin, sarcophagus, and mausoleum leads to separate cemetery dimensions and realms of death. 
  88. The PCs’ stronghold mysteriously gains new extra-dimensional halls and rooms of unknown origin, content, and extent.
  89. The populace decides that they want one of the PCs as their new ruler, which doesn’t please the current ruler. 
  90. The secret texts of a prominent religion, recently discovered, call into question the church’s real goal, its actual origin, and the agenda of its god. 
  91. The souls of a good queen and her family are drawn into the Abyss by an unknown demonic agency. 
  92. The spirits of the dead begin to possess the bodies of the living at an ever-accelerating rate. 
  93. The sun is infested with moon-sized parasites, and may soon fail like so many other stars have fallen to this celestial infestation. 
  94. The winter, which was overly cold, lasts too long — the goddess of winter, Auril, is suspected to be the cause…
  95. The woods begin to grow without bound, invading field, plain, and city. 
  96. The yuan-ti attempt to awaken the Slumbering Serpent, a little-known abomination born of their own race and a god of serpents.
  97. Twenty percent of all astral travelers begin to disappear in mid-trip. Mid-travel diversion spells are suspected. 
  98. Two parallel planes move too close to each other, and denizens and objects of one constantly slip onto the other, and vice versa. 
  99. Unless stopped, an ancient demi-lich will inject itself onto the Negative Energy Plane, where it can possess any undead anywhere in the multiverse. 
  100. When a friend or a respected associate is resurrected, the soul returned to the body has different memories from the original. Whence does this soul come? 
Founding Fathers as your family.

Benjamin Franklin: 69 year old grandfather who everyone is just waiting to die. He tells lots of dirty jokes and gets bad looks from all the soccer moms. You love him because he lets you drink and talks serious sex. 

George Washington: 54 year old uncle who everyone praises. Honestly he doesn’t ever want to go/host family gatherings but when he does he ends up being the BBQ’er. Pretty much talks shit about everyone when they leave.

John Adams: 48 year old uncle. Nobody talks to him, literally. Always brings up politics at the dinner table and you hear him barging into people’s conversations to say something super problematic. You’ll catch him drinking from a flask and not even hiding the fact that he is. 

Thomas Jefferson: 17 year old cousin. You’ll hear his Mom yelling at him to sit up straight or what the hell are you wearing. Everyone obsesses over all his many talents. He hates attention and doesn’t really talk. He is a music hoe.

James Madison: 12 year old cousin. You thought he was 8. Everyone always asks him if he’s okay- he’s never okay. He talks to quiet for you to hear but you pretend you’re listening anyways. You’re too afraid to touch him.

Alexander Hamilton: 14 year old cousin. Fuckboy alert. Probably one of the hottest people you know- too bad he’s your cousin. He is super into politics and is always fighting with Uncle Adams. You’re constantly venting about how much you hate him but like you don’t. He won’t shut the fuck up. Once beat up Uncle Adams when he was 4 and won.

James Monroe: 15 year old cousin. This is your nice cousin. Like your best friend cousin. Like the you’re-super-sensitive-and-tall-holy-shit cousin. He is so sensitive and you just wanna tell him to understand a joke. When the cousins get into fights *cough* Thomas *cough* Alexander- he’s always the one to step in and get everyone to calm the fuck down because Alexander is fucking rolling up his sleeves shit- fuck and then Adams steps in cuz that little bitch is always looking for a fight.


Aries: Death is smaller than you might think. Like, in height. We’re not talking about the fun kind of ‘small death’ here.
You pervert.

Taurus: It’s awful how you can pass by the same place day after day, never realizing there’s a hundred ghosts calling your name.
Do you have any idea how long they’ve been waiting for you to notice them? They only want a hug. But nooo…

Gemini: What to do? What to do? What to do?
No. Not that.
Stop it.

Cancer: Just remember, you can do something a nuclear war cannot - You can kill a cockroach at will. Revel in your power.

Leo: Build a castle from earth and spit. It won’t look pretty, but it’ll serve its purpose.

Virgo: The world is huge and terrifying. Similar to that gaping hole where your soul is supposed to be. Where’d that go? Should we be concerned?

Libra: Jawbones, with or without flesh, are aesthetically pleasing.

Scorpio: If the tree roots begin to twine around your ankles at an alarming rate: don’t panic.
It’s just been so long since they felt the warmth of human skin. They’ll let you go soon enough.

Sagittarius: We know we said it was cute when you got a pet rock, but after this whole outburst at the geological convention about how your “baby is far more adorable and could beat any of these fuckers” it’s gotten a bit out of hand.

Capricorn: It’s all gold and concrete.

Aquarius: “What’s the point of doing this anymore?” What’s the point of anything? You just do it and hope for the best.
Like checkers.
Fucking checkers, man.

Pisces: Despite what they want you to think, Necromancy is not a lost art.

My Top 5 Reasons for Shipping Root and Shaw

#ShootWeek Day 6 

(Previously: Top 5 Root Moments/Top 5 Shaw Moments)

In no particular order: 

1. They have sizzling chemistry.  

Root and Shaw were never meant to happen, but the writers immediately noticed the chemistry between Amy and Sarah and decided to play into it. They organically crafted a slow-burn romance just for them, and it became integral to the main plot as well. 

2. Root and Shaw are fully realized, complex individuals.

It’s all too easy for shows to fall into the trap of reducing characters to love interests. POI, by contrast, never does that. Root and Shaw’s relationship is an important part of their characters but it’s not all there is to them. They are both highly competent women with other important dynamics too. Root is also a prophet and spearheads POI’s AI mytharc. Shaw is also a soldier and is constantly involved in saving numbers. They are both neurodivergent, and Root has a disability. Shaw is Persian, and POI honours her heritage on multiple occasions. There are so many facets to each of these women. Their relationship is the icing on the cake, giving them an added layer of depth.

3. Root and Shaw are the fundamental exceptions to each other’s rules/beliefs.

Root begins as a misanthrope who regards humans as “bad code.” With the Machine’s help, her view of humanity changes, and she begins to fall for Shaw. Society has continuously scorned Shaw, dismissing her as bad code because of her muted feelings; yet, she’s always chosen to try to protect people. She was a doctor, then a soldier then an ISA operative who killed terrorists. She goes through extensive lengths to protect Root and the team (e.g. biking across the state to save Root in 323, killing herself 7053 times in simulations rather than risking Root’s life). Shaw is a shining example to Root of good code. 

Shaw, meanwhile, insists several times that she doesn’t do relationships; however, she slowly but surely enters one with Root. Root respects Shaw’s boundaries and never asks more of Shaw than she can give. She’s content with the bare minimum – look at how her countenance brightened at the mere possibility of her and Shaw being together in 411: 

Root doesn’t demand that Shaw change, but Shaw still does in that she becomes more receptive to Root’s flirtations. Innuendo that would earn Root a characteristic “Shaw eyeroll” and an exaggerated huff in early seasons is now met with a grin in 510. Shaw might recoil at the idea of holding hands with Root in seasons 3 or 4, but she readily laces their fingers together in 510.

It’s endearing to me that these two lethal vigilantes who have tased/shot each other in the past are now so soft with each other.

4. Their love is unconditional and steadfast. 

Root and Shaw’s relationship is the only one on the show that fits the Machine’s definition of love: being seen. I’d like to draw a contrast between two instances of hand-holding (or “hand-holding” for the first one): 

This relationship begins with deception as Root tricks Shaw by pretending to be Veronica Sinclair and drags her to the chair to torture her. But then in 510, we are presented with a rare moment of openness, honesty and vulnerability between these two as they hold hands. Root is not hiding behind any identities here. She’s just Root. She’s telling Shaw with this gesture that she needs her, and Shaw reciprocates.  

We see perhaps the most blatant declaration of unconditional, unwavering love in 513. Root has always loved Shaw for exactly who she is – an arrow. While other people in Shaw’s life, such as the head of Shaw’s medical residency, have made her feel like there’s something wrong with her “because you don’t feel things the way other people do,” Root appreciates her and finds the beauty in her unique way of experiencing the world. To use Amy and Sarah’s words, this is true love. 

Reese/Jessica and Finch/Grace, on the other hand, aren’t nearly as healthy as Root/Shaw. As the Machine said, Jessica would have left Reese once she saw the darkness in him. Finch and Grace’s relationship is based heavily on lies. 

5. Their relationship is normalized.  

By “normalized,” I mean that no one fusses about Root and Shaw both being women. Coming-out stories are great, but it’s so refreshing to see Root and Shaw’s sexualities accepted in the show just as they are. Moreover, they get to be unabashedly explicit in their interactions. They allude numerous times to their kinks, they have kinky sex on screen, and the line “Oh there was plenty of sucking” is uttered between them. They are two women who just happen to fall in love in the middle of an AI war and find hope in the darkness, and every single team member recognizes the depth of their feelings for each other.

Black Sails has blown my mind once more.

Lemme explain: this latest episodes was the season finale of their final season. This show isn’t just carefully plotted. This show is an intricate interwoven tapestry of history, fact, legend, myth and fiction. Every story has it’s roots, even before our canon begins. Every story has its repercussions. Everything is remembered. Stories carry on, echoes causing ripples in the live of the characters.

Nothing is forgotten.

I can’t reiterate that enough in this world of shows where characters change for convenience and plots are brushed aside for convenience. They remember every detail, they use every detail, and when the big moments come, the moments where the mess of threads suddenly becomes a picture before your eyes, you are ready to weep from the beauty of it.

They have planned this so carefully and so thoroughly. There are mirrors and parallels and whispers of echoes in every single moment of the finale and my chest hurts and I am so overwhelmed that I have finally experienced a show that was and remains the best constructed piece of serial television I have ever seen.

Also so queer. I’m not even halfway done with how gay my show is. Or that all but one of the queer characters got a happy ending. I am never going to be over that. Or that they introduced a bonus cross-dressing lesbian in the final five minutes for good measure :D

Title: Head Colds

Words: 1K+

Rated: T for innuendos.

Summary: A sick Natsu isn’t a problem for Lucy.

For @not-just-any-fangirl, who is sick! Feel better Maci <3

Lucy sighs, fingertips grazing the doorknob for a moment before she stills. She catches her lip between her teeth, silently debating whether or not she should go inside. This wasn’t her plan today, she was supposed to be out barhopping with Cana for the night, something Lucy isn’t too disappointed about missing out on, if she’s being honest. Playing nurse for her sick boyfriend wasn’t on the agenda, but Lucy would drop anything for Natsu, even if he didn’t ask her to.

She sips the bowl of soup in her grasp, shifting it to the crook of her elbows as she stares at the closed door. There’s not a sound coming from inside, which is unnerving, given whose room it is. Natsu has always been loud, boisterous, and he hates the silence more than anything else. The fact that there’s no pounding music coming from behind the door is enough to let her know how shitty he must be feeling.

Not that she didn’t believe Gajeel when he said Natsu was sick and wouldn’t talk to anyone but her, but, well, it was Gajeel. He tends to over and under exaggerate things at times. A prime example being the time he fell out of a tree and broke his arm. The bone was literally protruding out of his skin, but he said it was “just a scratch”. Lucy practically had a heart attack that day.

Slowly, Lucy shakes her head, pushing open the door quietly, hoping not to disturb her sick friend. The room is dark when she steps in, the curtains drawn tight and all of the lights off. A thin beam of light comes through the crack in the door, illuminating a sliver of Natsu’s bedroom, just enough for her to see the mass of blankets on his bed.

Happy, Natsu’s cat, lifts his head when he hears the door, meowing when he sees her. He stands silently, stretching, and hops onto the floor, his collar jingling as he pads over to her. Trilling, Happy winds between her legs, wanting to be pet, and Lucy’s lips twitch in amusement.

She shuts the door quietly, stooping to scoop Happy into her arms, and little Russian Blue drapes his legs around her neck in an odd sort of hug. His claws prick at her skin and he nuzzles the underside of her chin, purring up a storm, but she only grins, holding the bowl of soup out of reach of his curious little paws.

The mound of blankets shifts suddenly, a low groan coming from the bed. Her head snaps up, eyes locking with a pair of hazy, green eyes, Natsu squinting at her through the darkness. “Lucy?” he slurs, voice deep and tired. His lips twist into a curious frown when he sees her, gaze softening slightly.

Lucy nearly drops the soup when she hears him, a jolt running through her at the sound of his sleep roughed voice. Holy shit. A shiver runs down her spine when she hears him for the first time, her eyes blowing wide as he stares at her from the bed, hair sleep mussed and messier than usual and his voice low in a way that sends a tremor running through her, heat flooding her stomach and an uncomfortable ache settling low in her gut.

She’s heard that voice several times in the past, usually when he has her pinned to the bed, whispering dirty things in her ear, promises of what he intends to do.

“What’re ya doin’ ‘ere?” Natsu asks her, watching as she comes closer, and Lucy suppresses a shiver as his eyes follow her, dark and enticing.

She swallows, holding up the bowl of soup as she comes around to the side of the bed. “Brought you some food,” she says softly, placing it on his side table. He gives a nod, blinking at her sleepily and Lucy knows he won’t be eating anytime soon. “Gajeel said you were sick.”

He looks terrible, eyes puffy and red, and she can hear a hitch in his breathing, Natsu struggling not cough. Lucy places a knee on the side of the bed, feeling the mattress dip beneath her weight as reaches for Natsu, gently stroking his sweaty hair away from his face. He doesn’t look good, and Lucy checks for a fever, but he’s always so warm that she can’t tell.

Gently, her fingers ghost his cheek, soothing him. Natsu sighs, eyes slipping shut as he leans into her touch, nuzzling her wrist before pressing a chaste kiss against her skin, lips chapped and rough, but the kiss as soft as he can give. Natsu clears his throat suddenly, shifting to allow her room on the bed, reaching out for her with needy hands. “Come ‘ere.” Lucy sets Happy down on the bed, the cat plodding away from her, and eagerly slips into bed beside her sick boyfriend, cuddling up to his chest without a second thought.

Her arms slink around his waist, Lucy curling against him immediately, and she feels him smile against her hair as she tucks herself under his chin. His arms come around to envelop her, Natsu nosing at her cheek as she shifts against him. She guides him to lie on his back, settling over his hips when he complies easily.

Lucy sighs as she settles on top of him, blanketing his torso, and Natsu places a kiss on her bare shoulder, fingertips slipping below the hem of her top, wanting to feel her skin. Her hands find his hair easily, fingers slipping through the messy strands with practiced ease, working through the tangles as her nails drag along his scalp in a way she knows he likes. She smiles softly when he sighs, working her fingers through the bright pink locks of his hair, expression pensive as she looks down at him.

His roots are beginning to show, she muses silently, several millimeters of blackness showing closer to his scalp. She’ll have to help him with that later.

Natsu leans into her touch, blinking up at her sleepily as he murmurs her name. “Feels good,” he slurs, leaning into her touch as she plays with the short hairs on the top of his neck. He relaxes beneath her, arms tossed lazily around her hips as she curls against his chest.

“Your sick voice is hot,” she tells him, utterly serious. One of her hands slips down to cup his cheek, her thumb tracing the shape of his lips, and Natsu presses a kiss to the pad of her finger, nipping at her and chuckling when she squeals. “Total panty dropper,” Lucy murmurs, legs squeezing around his hips teasingly.

It drags a low groan from Natsu, who snorts softly, shaking his head, unable to hide the smile on his lips. “Are you trying to tell me I’m sexy even when I’m sick?” he jokes. She nods, expression serious, and his lips twitch before he barks out a laugh, unable to contain it. His laughter is cut short by a vicious coughing fit, and Lucy gasps as she lurches off him, but Natsu holds her in place, pulling her back down as his coughing fit subsides. “I’m dying, Lucy,” he moans, pouting up at her.

She shakes her head, relaxing slightly. If Natsu still has the energy to whine about a head cold, she knows he’ll be fine. It’s when he stops joking that she has to worry. “Get some sleep, Natsu,” she whispers, shifting to the side and curling up beneath his arm. Lucy drapes her limbs across him, pulling the blanket around them both when she feels him shiver, and her lips make contact with his collarbone, peppering his skin with butterfly kisses. “I’ll be right here.”

Say It (6/8)

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 5.344

Summary: you loved Bucky unconditionally, enough to sacrifice your life for his happiness, now Bucky tries to save yours. 

Warning: Lil’ bit of angst still, ya know this flow!

A/N: *peeps head up* Oh hello there, please do not kill me, I promise I’m back with this story! Do not ask me why I didn’t post it like promised yesterday, i think tumblr hates me. I really hope you enjoy, I love you all so much thank you for all your support! 

The road to recovery from something like having one’s mind wiped and being experimented on wasn’t an easy one. Bucky was the first person to know that. It hadn’t been a walk in the park; it had been a road filled with obstacles and setbacks. But he had people who loved and cared for him all along the way, and above all of that, he had you. Your unconditional love and care for him had made the road to recovery that much easier, and he was sure, had he not had you by his side, he wouldn’t have found himself as fast as he did.

You had helped him through his road to recovery, and he intended on helping you in the same way.

He had been relieved when you hadn’t fought him in the medical bay. Seeing you wake up and look at him with nothing but confusion had hurt him. Bucky knew you didn’t remember him the way he wished you did, but seeing the confusion in your eyes hit very deep within him. He didn’t want to appear as a threat to you, so he had gathered strength to speak, offering his concern and help to you. You hadn’t exactly accepted it at first, but the fact that you hadn’t just launched yourself at him to kill him on the spot was something.

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Hiraeth | Pt.4

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Words: 7,135.

Genre: Zombie apocalypse au, angst.

Summary: A world full of dwindling hope and lost loves and yet you and Jungkook are all the other needs to feel at home.

A/N: Inspired by The Last of Us.

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Feysand: Burning Love
  • *Feyre and Rhysand hunting in the woods for the Suriel*
  • Feyre: *trips over hidden tree root*
  • Rhysand: HOW DARE YOU *begins to repeatedly kick and stab the tree root*
  • Feyre: Rhys! I'm fine!
  • Rhysand: *sets the tree on fire*
  • Feyre: *sighs* Well, that wasn't overly dramatic or anything.
Mother Nature

Originally posted by thesoldierchildren

Originally posted by neverlandpixy

Bucky Barnes x Reader

     Everyone is wondering why Tony Stark recruited you.  With Tony being the only one who knew what your power was, you were always bombarded with one question: What the hell is your power? So, when Bucky asks you nicely, you show him.

Warnings: swearing, violence
Word Count: 2,360

    “C’mon, can’t you just tell us?” Clint slouched deeper into the couch as you refused for the millionth time.

    “Why won’t you show us? It’s pretty weird if your team doesn’t know what you can do,” Steve explained.  You were all seated in a circle, relaxing and drinking.  This was your day off and everyone was taking advantage of that.

    “I don’t want you guys to know.  Then the element of surprise would be no more,” you joked, chugging the last of your red wine and asking Nat for the bottle.  You smirked as Thor laughed and announced that he knew what your power was.  

    “Oh, really? Hint at it,” you pushed.  Thor straightened up and pointed at you. “Let’s just say all things green and beautiful blossom at their finest when you are around,” he stated.  You smiled and gave him a thumbs up.  That was the closest anyone had gotten to guessing your power.  You assumed, however, that Thor really did know.  Tony didn’t understand why you wanted to keep your power hidden from the rest of the group but he agreed to it after seeing how in distress everyone was becoming.  

    “So beautiful,” Tony agreed.  “Guess you guys will find out when Y/N comes on the mission with us tomorrow.”

    Your eyes widened.  “I get to go? Are you serious? You never let me go!” You were overjoyed, bouncing in your seat and gripping Bucky’s shoulders as you continued your happy dance.

    “What? No fair! You never bring me along, Mr. Stark!” Peter whined.  You giggled and winked over to the kid.  “Maybe it’s because my powers are cooler.”

    Peter scoffed and leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest.

    “Your Aunt May said you have a midterm this week,” Tony raised his hands up in defense. “Sucks to be you.”

    Peter whined some more but you drowned him out.  You were so giddy you hadn’t even noticed you were still hopping with Bucky.  You were practically in his lap.  

    “Who else is going?” Steve asked, seeming to enjoy your lively behavior.  

    “Me, Nat, Bucky, Y/N, and Sam,” Tony said.  You were even more happy hearing Bucky’s name.  You and Bucky had been flirting for the past month and your relationship with each other was to be announced.

    “Guess you guys will be the ones to find out!” you cheered, standing up and dusting yourself off.  “I’m heading to bed. Come tuck me in, Buck.”

     Everyone in the room either scoffed, rolled their eyes, smirked, or whistled.  They knew nothing romantic was happening yet between Bucky and yourself but they assumed something would happen soon.  Bucky’s cheeks went red at the sound of your request but he followed.

    Pulling him into his own room, you giggled some more and flew into his bed.  You laid on your stomach, all sprawled out and hugging the pillows.  

    “Guess you’re pretty excited about tomorrow, huh?” Bucky chuckled, sitting at the edge of the bed with his back facing you.  You rolled over and tugged on his shoulders.  Bucky now lay on his back and could catch glimpses of you from the corner of his eye.  

    “It’s my first one! Let me have this moment,” you protested, your giggling never stopping.  

    “I wasn’t taking it away from you.” Bucky reached up and pulled your head down.  You let him guide you.  Your lips met and your nose nudged his chin but it didn’t stop you from cupping his cheeks.  After a few seconds, you sat back up and watched Bucky sit up with you.  With him now facing you, you could see just how beautiful he was in the dimly lit room.  

     “What are you looking at?” Bucky smiled.  You leaned in for a kiss again and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.  You smiled into the kiss when you felt Bucky’s arm reaching below your hips.  You grabbed his arms and tugged them away, Bucky taking that as a sign on rejection.  But, you quickly repositioned his hands on your breasts.  Bucky choked on air and you laughed so loud you were sure they all heard you downstairs.

    “I wasn’t expecting that,” Bucky chuckled, his cheeks redder than ever before.  He removed his hands and placed them in his lap.  The silence in the room was comfortable, the both of you simply enjoying each other’s company.  

    After tracing his face and playing with the tips of his hair, Bucky asked you the repetitive question.  

    “What is your power?”

    You chuckled and pecked his lips.  “You just can’t wait until tomorrow, can you?”

    “No, I’m curious.  Way too curious,” Bucky whined.  You stood your ground and shook your head no.  

    That was when Bucky did the unexpected.  He sighed and looked down, taking a few moments before he raised his head with the greatest, most convincing pout anyone had ever presented to you.  

    “Oh, stop!” you swatted his shoulder.  He only sighed deeper and slouched further.  You sighed with him.  “Can’t you just wait?”

    “I thought I was special,” Bucky teased.  Your mouth was agape but you bit your lip to prevent another loud laugh from slipping through your lips.  

    “Don’t tell anyone, okay?” You hadn’t even finished the sentence before Bucky smiled the widest smile and hugged you tightly.  You grunted and pushed him away softly.  “You want to know or not?”

    “Yes, yes! Please!” Bucky shooed you off the bed so you could show him.

     You rolled your eyes and looked at the corner of the room.  Before you did anything, you spoke up and warned him.

    “Okay, it’s going to look gruesome only because I’m not wearing my suit and you can see everything.”

    “What the hell is that supposed to mean? Are you going to implode or some shit?” Bucky asked, worry etched all over his face.  You giggled for the hundredth time that night.  You were positive it was the wine that was making you reveal your powers in the first place.  

    “No! It just looks weird and painful but it isn’t.  I’m not dying, okay?  I had to catch my mom when she fainted when I first showed her,” you replied.  Bucky only nodded, still worried.

    You glanced at the corner of his room and gracefully lifted your arms midway in the air.  Tiny brown and black lines appeared all over your arms and chest.  As they grew and stretched further, they curled and twirled around each other, forming beautiful sketches of vines and flowers.  Bucky’s eyes couldn’t widen any further.  He was so amazed by what he was witnessing and it wasn’t even the main event.  Bucky’s attention broke from your gorgeous body when he heard a rumble in the corner of the room.  

    You turned your arms and lifted your hands and fingers slowly.  Dirt appeared on the floor and stretched out, stopping a few feet away from Bucky’s bed.  Gracefully moving your hand, you outstretched it and slowly curled each finger.  Once your hand was in a fist, you turned your arm quickly and opened your hand, swiping it across the air.

    As you did this, roots and stumps were beginning to appear.  They grew quickly, forming into an apple tree.  The tree reached the ceiling and you continued its travel, curving the branches so they could continue their journey to each corner of Bucky’s room.  Flowers and fruits hung from several branches, each more colorful than the one created before them.  You encased each corner of the room with your creation, wrapping the end of it back onto the main tree.  You sighed happily and clapped your hands together when you turned to face a wide-eyed Bucky.  

    Bucky stuttered at first, his mouth hanging open and his hands pushing hair from his face every so often.  He covered his face, squeezed his cheeks, wiped his eyes, and rubbed at his chin.  He couldn’t believe what just happened.

    “So?” you waited.  Bucky turned to you and cleared his throat.  

    “Fuuuuuuck,” he cursed.  You were satisfied with his response and went to kiss him goodnight.

    “That’s not even the best I can do,” you teased him, pecking his lips again.  

    “You could do more?” He was so impressed he couldn’t even form proper sentences.  You did amazing! I can’t believe I’m semi-dating a girl with this amazing power! Is this real? Holy shit!

    “So much more.  But you’ll find that out tomorrow,” you clicked your tongue and made for the exit.

    “Wait, aren’t you going to take this all down?” Bucky stood up, confusion written all over his face.

    You chuckled, “I create life, Buck.  Tearing it down would kill me on the inside.”

    Bucky pouted and sighed, “You’re a tree hugger?”

    You laughed at that.  “Goodnight, Bucky.”

    “Am I supposed to sleep with this?” Bucky yelled out to you.  “There aren’t any bugs, right?”


    Now, here you were, standing in the plane as the others fought on the ground.  You huffed, turning on your ear piece and talking to Bucky.

    “How you doin’?” you asked him, waiting a while before he replied.

    “We could really use a little help.  We heard they were sending dozens of more men to the roof and there’s only four of us down here,” Bucky replied, grunting each time he punched someone to the ground.  You opened the line for Sam, Nat, and Tony.  

    “Hey, guys?” you cocked your head to the side.  You told the pilot to lower the jet so you could step out onto the roof.

    “That jet better be here to pick us up,” Tony stated.  As you reached the roof, you could hear Sam flying passed the windows and Tony’s suit shooting at anything in his way.

    “Nah, I’m gonna kick some ass,” you replied.  

    “Y/N, no! There are too many of them and your power isn’t strong enough!” Bucky yelled.  You rolled your eyes as he continued to lecture you.  

    “What part of, ‘that’s not even the best I can do’, don’t you understand?” You smirked and stepped off the plane, watching as dozens of more men made their way onto the roof.  

    You walked passed Nat, Bucky, and Tony fighting, your eyes never tearing away from the stampede in front of you.  When you were half way to them, you crouched down to the floor and placed your palms on the concrete.

    “You better be sporting some Hulk type shit, Y/N or else you’re going to be roadkill,” Sam exclaimed.  You smirked again and focused on every person in front of you, careful to not trap the rest of the team as well.  

    “What are you doing?” You heard Bucky yelling but you drowned it out as the floor beneath you began shaking.  As if to answer Bucky’s question, roots and branches sprouted from the concrete.  Instead of curling gracefully like they did last night when you showed Bucky, the branches broke off one another and twisted devilishly.  You rose from the ground and curled your fingers in the same manner, looking as if you were crushing someone’s literal heart.  The branches swung down and grabbed any limb they could reach.  Every single person was pulled from the ground and crushed to the point of unrecognizable appearances.  You snapped necks, you broke backs, and you crushed their weapons.  

    Once you saw each one of them die, you peppered some white flowers all over each dangerous twist and swirl.  You marveled at your finished work.  

    The roof was quiet, the only sound was from the engine of the plane.  You turned to your team.

    “What the fuck was that?” Sam announced as he landed.  Sam hardly showed fear but from what you were seeing, he was shaking in his own skin.

    “That was incredible,” Nat stated.  She smiled and shook her head.  She high-fived you quickly, announcing that her “work here was done”, and made her way back to the plane.  Tony stood there with a proud smirk on his face.

    “I’m both amazed and frightened over what just happened.  I’m glad I recruited you.  Please show the rest of the team because I can’t keep this marvel a secret,” Tony explained, following Sam and Nat to the plane.  Bucky stood there not knowing what to say.  He looked at you and back at your masterpiece.  He thought he was astounded by what you showed him last night- he was shocked to witness this.  It was a privilege, he decided.

    “I am so hot for you right now,” Bucky admitted.  You snorted and skipped towards him, grabbing his arm and walking the rest of the way.  


    After Sam revealed what you did on that roof, every single person wanted to see you in action.  Steve was the first to coin your “superhero name”- Mother Nature.  You chuckled at the name but hey, it suited you.  You refused to show them just how brutal your power really was unless you were in combat.  For now, you littered the tower with plants and fruit trees. 

    You grew all kinds of fruits around the compound.  You smiled every time Peter would come up to you and ask you for an apple.  He only wanted to see you grow it.  You complied, growing the sweetest, reddest apple you could just for him.  He blushed each time, devouring it once he told you goodbye.  He wasn’t the only one.  

    Sam would ask for lemons to squeeze some fresh lemonade that morning.  Nat would ask for bananas and grapes.  Scott would ask for oranges.  You were everyone’s new grocery store.  

    You didn’t mind.  It was nice when everyone would ask nicely and shy away when they thought you would say no.  You always said yes, though.

    Bucky didn’t ask for anything.  Instead, he loved watching the brown and black lines stretch all over your body, minus your face.  He would trace each twirl as you lay tangled in his sheets, the both of you naked.  As he marveled at your body, you marveled at his.  

    For some reason, a reason you both knew very well to be true- the two of you would always get the best night’s sleep when your body art would sneak its way onto his metal arm, creating swirls Bucky absolutely gushed over.  

Day: 19/31 Shipping Challenge

Day 19: A pairing you’ve rooted for since the beginning. 

 Ichigo Kurosaki X Rukia Kuchiki (ichiruki) 

from Bleach

Originally posted by queen-hipstoria

I have rooted for these two since the beginning they have a complex relationship, they are compete opposites and both have strong personalities but they make an amazing well coordinated team. They are separated by situations and different worlds but they always get back together.

Rukia took her responsibilities as a Shinigami very seriously and wanted to fulfill her duty yet, she slowly opened up to Ichigo and the others realizing you may need to break a few rules to help the ones you care about. Ichigo has a strong sense of justice but he is stubborn, hot-tempered and impulsive. Rukia changed his world and mentored him on his journey, and when she is gone he misses her company. These two are open with each other and can trust each other with their lives.

Originally posted by chanichi

Originally posted by mummii

🌙Cosmic Flow🌙 

I got this mala custom made by BlissMalas. The care that went into its creation, is truly divine. My vision for this mala was rooted to new beginnings and mystical courage. Watery, Cosmic, and Goddess, an embodiment of my spirituality. 

Angelite (stars): higher realms, peace, creativity, clairvoyance 

Moonstone (lunar): magick, compassion, protection, sacred feminine  

Aquamarine (ocean): emotional, clarity, courage, deep meditation

Fake Mates & Running (Theo/Liam)

Since I’m not sure if I’m going to have time to actually write this out, I decided to do a not-fic:

Alternate universe-—werewolves are known, mating rituals, alive Hale family, fake/pretend relationship, possessive behavior, accidental bonding, semi-public sex, scent marking, sharing a bed.

Every year, the Hale pack hosts a tri-county Werewolf Mating Run (WMR). It’s compulsory for werewolves, and they have to be eighteen or older to Run.

It’s Liam’s first Run, and he is not into the idea at all. He thinks it’s a dumb tradition, and not romantic in the least. Participation is mandatory for every unbonded werewolf aged 18-35. Wolves in committed, unbonded relationships have to Run, but it is considered more of a ceremony and much less pressure is put on these werewolves. That’s where Liam finds his loophole.

All he needs is a fake mate.

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