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Pep Power: Wild Side

#what is the origin of this power exactly was it ever explained#did the three of them get drunk one night and Serena was like 'hey wanna try some fun magic shit?!'#just have threesomes like normal people gOD 

or fivesome, if you factor in Erik’s Divide ability.

The Great Sylvando grows even greater, even in a modern rendition of their outfit!

Sir Hendrik got his behind handed to him

Honored Luminary. Last Prince of Dundrasil. Rowan has many names, and doesn’t feel he’s lived up to any of them, what with the hole in the sky where the World Tree once bloomed, and a victory that feels hollow in the aftermath. When he’s offered a chance to do it all over again, he doesn’t have much of a choice. He’s the Luminary, and his life isn’t his own to live, and he’s about to learn just how much is lost when one loses time.

Canon Divergence AU: The Luminary returns to a former place in time with an interesting new ability that might prove to be more of a curse than a blessing.

Chapter 9: If I Had a Heart 

Rowan watched her with a small smile, a warmth unfurling in his chest.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Veronica demanded.

“I’m just glad you’re here, is all,” he told her, offering a grin. “I’m not sure we’d get anything done if you weren’t.”

“Of course you wouldn’t,” she struck a haughty tone, even as she ducked her head down to hide her own blooming smile.

They both turned to the sound of a knock.

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i would like hand-holding to happen please

Elves and Their Appetites 1/7 [Fanfiction][NSFW]

The sheets had been clean when he arrived, laundered somewhere outside of Lowtown he suspected, otherwise they would not have been so white and crisp. The linens at Hawke’s hoity-toity manor were just as pristine and he wondered briefly if Merrill had asked Orana for tips, or if perhaps there were some kind of blood magic spells for cleaning. He shook the latter thought out of his mind, embarrassed he’d had it. Surely blood would just make things worse.

But the sheets were clean, though they didn’t stay that way. It was a long walk from the Deep Roads, and under his Warden blues he was sweating and dirty. He thought she’d want him to take a bath since padding and plate could only keep out so much of the filth. But as soon as his armor was haphazardly balanced on a rickety chair she slipped her lithe arms around his shoulders and pulled him into her bedroom, eager and deceptively strong.

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Clay Plaque

1800 B.C.

Old Babylonian

Fired clay plaque showing a woman drinking through a straw from a jar resting on the ground while being penetrated from the rear by a nude male; moulded and fired.

Source: The British Museum

That's what I call living the dream.