Keep it Moving, Junior

Megara Creon | 27 | Bartender at Pixies

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thelostillusionist​:

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Family Dinner || Eclipse

Lymantria wasn’t sure where all this strange maternal energy she’d been flooded with lately had come from, but she thought this dinner was a lovely idea. There was also something very romantic about Megara making food and also something very cozy about using Meg’s leftover filo to make baklava.

Of course, now that meant leaving it in the oven while she went out in the backyard and picked some flowers for the dinner table. She could use her magic to make them a little centerpiece, but the wildflowers were in a beautiful bloom and she thought there was something charming about that.

The doorbell rang and by the time Lymantria walked up, Megara had answered it and the gangly sorceress was looking around their house. Ash hid behind the couch, but poked her head out curiously. 

“Hello,” said Lymantria, smiling. She’d met Vanessa through Berlioz and at first had been a little put off by her brashness. But Meg clearly saw something in her and after she’d shown up at Pixies a few times and they worked together more, Lymantria grew to have a soft spot for her. 

“Wow, all this for me?” Vanessa blurted out. “This is — thanks.” Her cheeks colored a slight pink. “I, uh, brought a bottle of wine?” She swung her backpack around and unzipped it, revealing a bottle. “Don’t they say not to show up to a party empty handed?” 

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“Don’t think too much of it, more of an apology that we’re only just doing this before you head off. Stuff your face before you eat your food from a tube or something.” Meg continued to tease with a smirk and took the wine, “Ah, not bad. A change from the hard liquor we constantly deal with.” She gave a slight wink and motioned for her to step through the door.

At the sight of a new person, Ash seemed to size up the state of the girl and cautiously move forward.

“That’s Ash. Wandered in one day and Ly just had to take in the stray.” She gave her wife a pointed yet playful look before moving into the kitchen, “Hope you brought your appetite.”

She fished the wine glasses out from the cupboard, really had they not gone to IKEA it would have been out of various glass mugs and cups and not standard wine glasses. They had to have a full set of something somewhere after all. 

“We’ve got lamb finishing up, spanakopita and baklava.” She glanced over towards the timer again, determined not to lose sight of it as she brushed around past her wife playfully. “So, I know I tease you and everything, but what’s the deal with this camp anyways? Anyone else you know going or is it a fresh start with new Americans or something?”

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Family Dinner || Eclipse

Meg had offered a while ago to cook for Vanessa and get her out of the college food and fast food life she was currently living in. Also it let her flex her old recipes from her Yia Yia and make her Greek roots proud (to be honest, she’d been a bit home sick lately and felt like she needed to get back towards to a few things she used to like before she cut that part of her life out). 

So, she pulled the spanakopita, flaky crust, steam and all out of the oven and set it out to cool as the lamb continued to cook. She shooed Ash away from the kitchen counter as she stared at the various items coming to rest on the counter. “Off the counter when we have company.” She murmured but she still smiled as the cat curled itself around her legs. 

As the knock on the door came, she called back to where Ly was, “I’ll grab it!” She gave one more glance to the timer before heading over to the door and opening it to reveal their guest for the night. “Ah, there’s the little astronaut.” She teased, obviously just prodding at their very talented and smart friend they’d taken under their queer wings.

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thelostillusionist​:

Looking for One Night Stand || Jaded Moth

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Lymantria sometimes thought of children.

Oh, in a very far-off way, of course. Purely hypothetical. Theoretical concepts. When she was younger, after her father died and after her mother made it clear she wanted no part in Lymantria’s life, Lymantria thought that having children would be a terrible idea. Even when she’d moved to Swynlake, she felt that she was too far gone to ever entertain the possibility.

But now…

Well, she’d be lying if she said those thoughts were less than hypothetical. Mostly, because she did not know what the mechanics would be. Or if Megara would want to…

“Oh, we should definitely have her over for dinner,” said Lymanria. “I am interested in seeing this soft side of yours.” She brushed Meg’s cheek with the back of her hand. “And… maybe we should stop loitering in the display room.”

As Meg looked at her wife she smirked, “Yeah, we should probably get us further away from the bedroom furniture before something less than family friendly happens.” She joked, but really could you blame her? For the first time in a very long time, Megara was truly happy and living a normal life. Discussing the future as if it were truly attainable. 

“Now, for the kitchen, did we need any more appliances..” The answer was always yes. To both appliances, and whatever she’d do for the woman next to her.

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Looking for One Night Stand || Jaded Moth

“I do love the night sky,” sighed Lymantria, dreamily thinking of constellations and nebulae now. “Perhaps it could be like we were floating in it? With the tops of trees below?”

She leaned over to Meg, so that she might whisper in her ear a little. They swayed next to the rather plain furniture, as Lymantria spun a tale.

“It would be a deep indigo at its darkest, but also with faint traces of the violet twilight towards the bottom where the trees are. And silver clouds floating by, while the stars twinkle above. Oh! Maybe they could change too. Depending on the time of year.” She smiled. “I could get a spell to anchor the illusion. There is this one sorceress that Berlioz was working with… Oh, you know her! That one who comes in Pixies sometimes? With the white in her hair? Vanessa?”

She wrinkled her nose.

“We are getting carried away from the headboard business, aren’t we?” And then, because the thought just occurred to her, she added, “If our room is a gorgeous night all the time, it would be even harder to get out of bed.” 

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Meg’s lips quirked up into a smile as Lymantria started to spin her own ideas and illustrations of their room in her head. She just pulled her wife closer, grin spreading on her face as they stood next to the neutral and blocky dressers and shelves in the IKEA.

They swayed back and forth a bit as she told her vision, like they were dancing to the rhythm of her words. She was in awe of her wife every day they continued to breathe the same air. She learned new things every day, broadened her scope of thinking every day, and she grew to love her even more as time passed. 

At the mention of Vanessa, Meg’s eyebrows rose, “Vanessa? Yeah, I’m sure she’d help us out. I actually offered to cook dinner for her at our place at some point. Help a college kid out and all of that. She’s good company, sort of reminds me in a weird way of how I was when I was her age, but also not at all. Honestly I wished I was as confident as that girl is when I was her age.” She sighed, quipping, “Honestly I blame you, adopting a cat has suddenly made me maternal.”

Meg’s lips pursed at the thought, “Ah, that could be a problem.” Her smirk reappeared, mischievous glint in her eyes. “Then again, all I really need is in that room, so.”

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tirameunpaso-felix​:

Squi-what? || Open

The weather was pretty nice outside, so Félix had decided to take his lunch out to the park. he liked to get away from his desk, if he could help it - he wasn’t like those doctors, running around for days at a time, barely stopping for a nibble of a vending machine sandwich. Breaks were important! He couldn’t do his job properly without a proper break.

Sometimes he went down to the cafeteria in the hospital, sometimes he went to Hatter’s, and sometimes he went home, especially if he had a bit of a longer lunch break. Today he was trying to get back to work early, though - so a quick half an hour in the park, and then he would be back to the hospital, with any luck.

Of course, he should have known better. Never announce your intentions in Swynlake, not even internally.

Halfway through his soft pretzel, a little squirrel hopped up on the bench next to him. And what kind of man would he be if he didn’t offer it a little bit? But then again, what kind of squirrel snatched an entire soft pretzel out of a grown man’s hands?

Félix blinked. Stared at it. “That squirrel just stole my pretzel.” He said, more to himself than to anyone else, watching in disbelief. “Can I chase after a squirrel? I can’t chase after a squirrel.”

Meg was out during the day, shockingly. She’d just woken up at lunch time (the life of a late night to early morning bartender) and was on her way towards Hatter’s to go get herself some coffee because she felt like splurging a little and treating both herself and her wife (also they were dangerously low on cat litter and she’d learned the hard way when they’d run out and--you really don’t wanna know--so a trip to the grocery store was also in order). 

She had passed by the park when she caught sight of a particularly happy squirrel that had a very big pretzel in its mouth and was bounding away. The man behind it looked shocked and started talking to himself, “Yeah, I think your pretzel is a lost cause.” She tried not to laugh at the shocked look on his face. 

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thelostillusionist​:

Looking for One Night Stand || Jaded Moth

“Oh, a filigree certainly. I think it would look very nice with the tapestries in the room.” Their bedroom was not very big — and now that Megara had moved in with her stuff, it was more crowded than ever. But it was cozy, tapestries and various fabrics draped on the walls, like it was the inside of a tent, and pillows strewn over the floors. There were candles on every possible shelf, and a nice big window where Lymantria liked to sit and gaze out of, especially when it was too cold to go outside.

People were staring at the moth, now. Lymantria did not really care. It was harmless —  not a big display of magic that would cause outrage outside of Swynlake. A moth could’ve very well somehow flown into this IKEA.

“Purple would be divine — I wonder if we should repaint the room, then? Not that many of the walls show, but maybe we could do a mural of some sorts.” She tilted her head as she ran a hand over the headboard, long dark hair spilling onto the bland wood. “What landscape would you like?” 

Megara didn’t care if people stared, she had grown pretty used to being the center of attention over the years. The problem was when they tried to touch or came near her wife, that’s when she got a little more prickly. 

She watched, amused as Lymantria ran her hands over the bed and talked about their room. Their room. She’d never really thought about what landscape she’d like. She had an ever changing landscape provided by her illusionist wife every night. 

“A mural could be nice.” She gave a slight nod. “I’ve never really thought about us painting a mural when you’ve been so fond of making your own little illusions on the walls at night, but I can see why you might want to just look at something and not have to conjure it. I always liked your night sky illusions, not exactly landscape but a quiet star gaze or something. Maybe we could make the whole room sort of like that. A forest or something with a night sky.”

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Discover University || Megnessa

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“Oh, really?” Vanessa tried to be cool about this. But when two older women-loving-women basically offered to take her under their wing, she couldn’t help  but feel, like, super cool. Between Meg and Lymantria and Tiana, Vanessa really did feel like she’d stumbled into some sort of sapphic sanctuary. 

Plains View hadn’t been, like, aggressively homophobic, but it was the sort of place where no one really talked about being gay and if you were, you sorta had to just keep quiet about it and fit in. It was like that with a lot of things — being Magick, being anything but a white, cis, straight Anglo-Saxon, protestant.

“I’ll definitely take you up on that! I’ll bring over a cake! I got decent at baking when I was bored at Howl’s house and doing nothing. Well, simple recipes but y’know. Tastes good.” 

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Meg truly didn’t know how the illusionist had done it but she found herself caring and taking little wlw projects on at Pixie’s. Not that she necessarily had her shit together at their age but hey, you live through some demonic shit and you’re bound to have learned a thing or two of wisdom.

“Cake doesn’t sound like too bad an idea. Do you like Greek? Because I’ve got a recipe or two I break out for company that my yia-yia taught me a long, long time ago. Suppose I should ask if your like a vegetarian or allergic to things or something.” Meg snorted a bit, listen, people could eat whatever they wanted (she certainly did in more ways than one) but she couldn’t picture a life without a bit of meat in it.

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thelostillusionist​:

Looking for One Night Stand || Jaded Moth

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Lymantria wrinkled her nose. At least these designs were decently cheap, if not… very bland. 

“I suppose a black might look nice,” she sighed. “Oh… this one is not so bad. It has storage. The headboard could look nice. Maybe we can get Wendy to carve something on it for us.” She imagined it now — the plain, dull headboard adorned with intertwined vines and flowers and insects. She did not know how expensive such a job might be, but even just a simple carving would be better than just the drab wood.

She sighed, leaning on Meg’s shoulder.

“I suppose the best thing I can say about this is that a blank canvas is inspiring. I think it would look quite charming with a pattern — I was thinking vines and leaves. Maybe a little moth or two.” She giggled a little. “Can you picture it?” 

She coyly twisted her hand and a tiny moth fluttered out of nowhere, landing on the headboard.

Meg tilted her head a bit, thinking on the vision Lymantria had for it. She was honestly fine with doing whatever her wife wanted to do. That’s sort of how things went really. Meg wasn’t one for a ton of furniture or patterns or whatever, but she was one for Ly. Her wife had a very specific eclectic taste and Meg wouldn’t stop until that taste was satisfied. 

She leaned into her wife, arm wrapped around her as they stared at this grey headboard which would show the pattern across it. The bartender was very amused at the small moth, people confused and staring at how the moth got into the IKEA in the first place. 

“Vines and leaves could do nicely back in the room. Were you thinking something of a chaotic jungle or a filigree sort of thing? I know you kind of jump around pattern wise.” She pressed a kiss to her wife’s temple and squinted at the bed, “I wonder if we could dye it purple or something.”

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Discover University || Megnessa

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“Actually, I am getting out of trouble,” said Vanessa, triumphantly. She put both hands on her hips and grinned. “I dunno if you heard but I got kicked off campus and then won the appeal to get back on campus, so I’m turning over a new leaf.” She paused. “It was in the Squire, pretty big deal actually. I’m kinda famous now.” 

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“Oh really?” The bartender teased the young girl, crossing her arms over herself. “I’d heard there was some kind of big thing going on, didn’t know the outcome, but congratulations, kid.”

She leaned against the side of the bulletin board, “Famous, huh. Well, come by Pixie’s some time and maybe I’ll give you to suit that famousness of yours.” She didn’t know what it was about this scrappy little university student but she couldn’t help but add, “You’re always welcome to come by the house too, if you ever need anything, ya know. We look out for our own and Ly’s making me feel all maternal lately.”

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thelostillusionist​:

Looking for One Night Stand || Jaded Moth

Most of Lymantria’s furniture had come with the house, or come from curbsides and thrift stores. Nothing matched, really, and she was fond of spotting something sitting on the side of the road and dragging it home.

Which was precisely why she felt very out of place at this very large and white IKEA. There was so much and it all looked… rather boring, if you asked her. She wanted to shop for furniture the way she usually did but, well, Megara had pointed out that they couldn’t just wait for a new bed frame to drop out of the sky and onto a curb somewhere.

(They’d recently broken the bed frame).

And besides, they also wanted to start decorating the spare room and maybe put in some shelves. Maybe a night stand, too. 

So, here they were in the IKEA and Lymantria was doing her very best not to be completely overwhelmed. She held Meg’s hand tightly and looked at some of the little rooms that were set up.

“This would be much more interesting if they were magic,” she mused, casting a judgemental gaze onto the fake fruits sitting in a bowl on one of the dining room displays. 

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Meg browsed with a very unimpressed look on her face, eyes darting to the little tags as she kept hold of Lymantria’s hand in hers, swinging it between them. Listen, the bedframe was going to break eventually, who knew it would be so soon after she moved in? 

She knew everything was strange in here to Ly. It was all neutrals for a girl that had crazy patterns and mismatched florals all over the place. None of this was a great match for her wife but it would have to do until they could manage an alternative. 

At Ly’s comment, Meg smirked a bit and tugged her in closer and gave her a soft to her cheek, “We’ll have a magic headboard soon enough, I know we can get some kind of discount on the ridiculously expensive ones Wendy makes for Oaken’s. Just need to get our research and designs right.” 

She glanced around, “So, it seems we should at least figure out what neutral, bland color we want our furniture pieces to be. White? Black? I think I spotted a grey even.” She had a bit of an amused look on her face as she suggested them. 

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vanecessary-conditions​:

Discover University || Open

Vanessa was back, baby! She was back in the Pride U dorms, which, like, thank fucking God. Not that living with Howl hadn’t been cool, but she had lost a semester of her life that she was desperately trying to get back. That meant extra classes, which was going to be stressful, but she was more determined than ever. 

After stepping out of her engineering ethics class (lol), she walked through the building, stopping when a cool poster caught her eye – and nearly collided with another person who was also looking at the flyer. 

“Doesn’t that look cool?” she asked, pointing at it. Ah, campus life! Good to be back.

Meg was on campus for official Pixie’s business. They had a few different flyers for parties and events coming up at the club and Meg was sent out to go tack them onto the college campus boards. 

With the ridiculously neon colored flyers in hand she proceeded to very aggressively (because it was more fun that way) staple the shit out of them into the board. She stood back to look at her handiwork and heard a familiar voice from a body that was just jostled next to her.

Said body immediately said some noncommital something or other and left, leaving Meg smirking and raising a brow at the very familiar college student, “What trouble are you getting into this time, V?”

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Shared Space || Jaded Moth

“I can’t help it if all I want to do is tell my wife how great she is.” Meg smirked slightly as she looked over the woman she adored more than anything else in this world. The woman she would face any and every demon for even if she had no magic of her own. 

This was their space. Their home together for however long they stayed. Them and Ash and whatever other misfits they invited into their lives.

She readily accepted the kisses, hands pressing to the counter behind the illusionist so she could press her body up against hers, wanting to feel every bit of her. She murmurs back with a soft smile, “I love you. More times over than I can ever say.” 

She places a kiss to her lips once more, “But I can definitely continue to keep trying to show you.” She husks with a grin, leaning to the side so her mouth pressing a kiss to her jaw and neck, “Over and over again.”

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i-want-candy​:

Pour It Out || Meg & Candace

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Candace’s gaze flickered towards the bartender when she mentioned her wife. She looked her up and down curiously. There weren’t many married queer women that’d she’d met in her life. The idea was kind of nice, but also kind of scary. She didn’t know why. It just made her feel…like she was way out of her league with things.

Not that that was a new feeling. That’s how she always felt. 

Simple, easy, strong, sweet. Good qualities to a relationship. Candace had never had all of those elements at once. Just another fucked up part of her life: her romantic life. Candace knew things weren’t great with Aquata, but they were also as good as she felt she could get. 

“Ooh, thanks,” Candace said, pulling the drink closer to her and taking a little sip. “Mm, this is really good. You sure know your drinks. And your relationships, apparently.” It was an awkward joke, but there was a part of Candace who just wanted to keep talking about that. She was curious. And lonely.

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Meg chuckled, wiping the counter off and leaning on it again with a shrug of one shoulder. “Drinks sure, relationships? Don’t exactly know. I mean, it took a long time and a lot of fumbling. I barely understand how we ended up the way we did.”

She sighs, tilting her head towards the younger girl. She really did feel old at 30 in the town. “Always do my best to help though if you need to bounce anything off me. I wished I had someone to tell me to stop being an idiot and marry my wife sooner, to be really honest. Went through kind of a shitty patch in the middle but we’re here now obviously.”

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thelostillusionist​:

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Shared Space || Jaded Moth

Meg’s breath escapes her for a moment as Ly presses her fingers in. She’d had plenty of sexual partners, especially in the last few years with the whole life essence sexual feeding thing, but none of them--not one--compared to how she felt when her wife was focusing her full attention on her body.

She felt on fire but had goosebumps as well, her head leaning back as she moans, praising Ly for her hard work because fuck did she know all the right spots of her body. Every movement of her fingers and tongue made Meg dizzier, trying to catch her breath as the familiar feeling curls in the bottom of her stomach. Her hand in the illusionists hair tightens its grip for one or two last thrusts before she has to let go to grip the countertop and steady herself, her heels pushing back into the cabinets as her orgasm rips through her in the form of a moan and ending in a small whimper as she comes down.

Her chest heaves as she tries to refocus as she chuckles, her voice husking out, “God, how is kitchen sex so much better when you’re married.” She slips down off the countertop, legs still a little weak, to tug Lymantria up to stand so she could kiss her fully up against the counter.

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i-want-candy​:

Pour It Out || Meg & Candace

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Candace didn’t want to think about what type of drink she wanted, which was why she’d given the bartender the reins in the first place. It felt too…overwhelming to even choose the kind of vibe. The stress came at her from all sides: friends, school, work, family. Pacifica’s campaign. Studying for exams. The winter showcase next month with Emira and Edward. Vanessa being kicked out of school. Her RA duties. Ferb’s birth mum being shady as hell and no one believing her!

“I just wanna–stop thinking,” Candace admitted. She already had had one drink–her go to, but it was in the dregs now, though she kept desperately sucking on it as the ice melted anyway. “So, I guess strong. I guess I don’t wanna get messy.” Candace sighed and pushed herself up so she was sitting a little more properly on her bar stool. After all, she was still part of Pacifica’s campaign. If she got sloppy drunk and did something embarrassing, it could embarrass Pacifica. She wasn’t going to be like her idiot brother. 

“Alright, alright, I got it.” Meg chuckled. Obviously she was a little bit stressed over something. “Something simple, easy, strong, sweet.” She grabbed different bottled and started pouring her ounces out into jiggers. “Sounds like all the good qualities in a relationship, to be honest. Not that my marriage to my wife was always so simple or easy.” She joked slightly, glancing up at the girl before pouring ingredients into a shaker and shaking it over her shoulder as she scoped out the rest of the bar to see who was poking around.

Usually, she wasn’t so open with her relationship, but one, she was trying to change that. Two, if it helped this poor girl maybe it was worth it. And three, she’d made enough of a spectacle of the wedding that she was kind of already out in it already.

She pulled a martini glass from below and expertly poured the drink and placed a lime wedge on the side before sliding it over to her. “Enjoy.”

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thelostillusionist​:

Shared Space || Jaded Moth

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As she watched her wife drop down onto her knees in front of her, a shiver ran through her, not from the cold countertop on her about to be bare ass, but because no matter how many years they’d been together, each time was like exploring something brand new. Something exciting, but knowing that it was completely safe all the same.

She inhaled deeply, eyes trying to remain open and watching as Lymantria ran her lips up along her thighs and teased her, pressing up against her now soaked underwear from the anticipation of all of this. 

Well, if anyone asked, these counters were definitely clean enough to eat off of.

She bit back the snarky reply because now really wasn’t the time, especially when her wife’s tongue ran down along her clit. Her hand slipped into dark stresses, she didn’t grip them, not yet, her teeth biting at her own lip a bit as her fingers gently massaged her wife’s scalp, coaxing her along.

As her tongue grew more adventurous and her mouth started to work her over, she sighed out a, “Fuck...” And let her head roll to one side a bit, one hand gripping the counter for support while the other entagled in the illusionists hair. “Oh, Ly...” Her back arching a bit before pushing her hips up wanting to press more firmly against her wife’s waiting tongue.