#t-raith

[blackstonedresden]

Happy birthday to the greatest half-brother a wizard could ask for @t-raith I got you some chocolate as a double birthday/Valentine’s day present, but I thought to myself ‘nah that’s stupid’ so I ate it.

[rangerlake]

🔪

Huh, I feel like there isn’t one answer to this. You’ve got an excellent survival drive, I’m always impressed by it.

But

You make some bad life choices, some so bad that you won’t speak of what led you to be chased through a city by a large Fae lizard. Things like that.

So, depending on the situation, you are either making it out alive, unharmed, probably after throwing your companions at danger to help wear that danger out.  Legit tactic, though not the most moral by conventional standards. Or you are super dead, probably after some impulsive action related to food of some kind.  Either way, Exciting!

[askthewizardpi]

TMI Tuesday: favorite sex position?

STARS AND STONES, THOMAS!

I’m not answering that on general principle.

[botanyandbrilliance]

Message Shorts

[text] So, I’m going to assume this is your mobile number... I can’t imagine why it wouldn’t be [text] Goddess, I only hope I don’t break the thing!

@t-raith

[wickedclever-girl]

More Fomor -Thomas & Elaine-

Los Angeles might not be a “sanctuary city” by decree but it is home to lots of people and things who aren’t exactly legal citizens. People tend to think that the warm climate of the area benefits people who come here without much to live on, and our homeless don’t die off in droves come winter. The weather is the least of the worry here, most of the time, but that doesn’t stop disappearances, deaths, and deportations- and not always to Mexico. Paranormal things are attracted to the dense population, and maybe moreso, the ability to hide in plain sight.

Elaine’s tank top was torn, dirty, and now bloody. Scratches and bruising ran up her thin arms and torso. Her wheat-coloured hair fell down across her shoulders and framed her face, even though she leaned it back against the concrete wall. Each greasy smell of food being cooked in a nearby restaurant made her empty stomach growl and tense. This did not go as planned.

-(Great, let me count the ways I got here. Nothing but time,)- she chided herself.

Heavy footsteps paced passed the door, nervous in their repetition. She’d been tricked, and rightly so. These weren’t wizards, and she thought confidently she’d have the upper-hand. It had been a tip from the Paranet that people were going missing out of a gentrified neighbourhood on the east side. It wasn’t far from where the Fomor had been taking people before, but she was certain they’d relocated after a considerable number pushed back. Personally, she had checked it off as a win. As she sat alone in the dark, she knew she was both right and wrong. The Fomor and their direct band of henchmen had moved, but their mortal scouts still took cash for more low-key hauls. 

Elaine didn’t want to use her sorceress sight again. She had a perfect picture of the sigils and glyphs on the walls. Even in the dark, she could see them in her mind’s eye; glowing with power and dripping with blood and some sort of ichor she couldn’t be sure of without getting closer. Nonetheless, she it dampened her ability to call elements or to reach the minds of anyone outside the walls. She couldn’t even open a gate to the Nevernever. She’d never been blocked from that before. It was a more scary thought than the risk of enter a gate and not knowing what lie on the other side.

-(Someone will come. My team knows I haven’t checked in...)- her positivity was fading faster than her ability to stay awake.

-(Maybe just a small nap. Maybe something clever will come to me. Something to just get outside that door...)-  With the ease of a babe, she closed her eyes and drifted to sleep- exhausted from fighting hours ago and desperate for a way out of this mess.

[andiemmeundying-blog]

V-Day(ish) 2017: Jug of Punch

I’d become a little bit sidetracked, yes, but that just happened at times. Besides which, it had been...a bit harder than I’d expected to find what I was looking for.

Rivers tended to migrate.

Eventually, though, I did get a hold of it - buried in the mud, sure, but the barrel was still intact. Several of the bottles, as well! I did need to buy new corks though.

Once I was finished, I brought a bottle of it to Thomas’ doorstep, at about eight in the morning - a time I was sure he would be either gone, or at least asleep - and set it against the door. I’d tried to wash off most of the dirt, although that had taken the label with it, and hadn’t quite ended up with a clean bottle. Of course, the inside was clean...just not the outside.

I dropped a card with it as well, and wandered off down the hallway, humming lightly to myself.

Thomas,

I’ll be honest, I’m not actually certain how old this scotch is, but it was still casked. I thought you’d enjoy a bottle - straight from Scotland, give or take, and aged to...well, hopefully, perfection.

Hope you enjoy it,

Andiemme

@t-raith​

[kaiandyskyd]

Drabble: Return the Favor

The delivery man didn’t know what it was he carried. Really, he didn’t think about it at all - some might have been curious, but he wasn’t. It wasn’t too heavy. That was all he cared about, because his knee was acting up again.

The apartment block, and the apartment, were fairly upscale, but the delivery man didn’t really notice that either. What he noticed instead was a small rock in his shoe, that wedge in against his heel and was really irritating.

As the elevator rose up, he didn’t think about how the package seemed cool to the touch, instead only noticing one lightbulb that seemed to flicker - and other people might’ve said it was fine, it was just his imagination, but he knew better. He delivered the package with hardly a second thought about it, except for the fact that there were far too many doors in this hallway, and turned around to head back to his truck, which was perfect, and just about the only thing in life he legitimately enjoyed.

The package itself was a thick cardboard box, about the size of a cereal box but twice as thick, and wrapped in an almost eye-wrenchingly vibrant crazed pattern of paper that Kai’s mother had found in a closet, having been untouched for many many years.

Inside that box, was a layer of ice cubes, inside a ziploc bag, and enveloping a smaller box which held the actual present. A chocolate form in the shape of a penis. Kai’s, specifically - kind of. Modeled by hand, in an attempt to mimic himself...to some level of success. He didn’t know much about chocolate, so he’d bought a bar of fair-trade, 70% cocoa dark, and melted it down for the form. It didn’t seem to set quite right, and had to be kept cooled, but for a first attempt he didn’t think it was too bad. The leftover chocolate had been quite delicious, too. A card within was written by hand.

Thomas,

Does it count as re-gifting if I modeled it off of myself? Figured it was about time I paid you back for this one! While your dick may be gone (and the chocolate one too), I still have fond memories, and look forward to any repeat visits! Hope you’re having a good day, and oh geeze I really hope you’re home sometime near when this gets delivered, because otherwise I guess I’ll need to make another one.

Kai

(P.S. I knew I couldn’t beat the barbershop gals from last year so I went for the comedy factor. How’d it work? Feel free to state your response in the form of a nude picture mailed to my address (or not))

@t-raith

[pantslessoptimism-a]

@t-raith liked for a thing

Sometimes, luck liked to shine down on Sophie. Today was not one of those days. She was soaked down to her bones, caught in a rainstorm she had no idea was going to happen. It had been nice when she left her place, so she had no intentions of driving anywhere, which she now sorely regretted. Hair plastered to her head, flannel clinging to her body she shivered as she entered the building.

Hazel eyes scanned the area for a seat somewhere near a heater so she could get dry and warm, nose sniffling as she looked. If she was going to get a cold from this the world would pay-she wasn’t exactly sure what kind of revenge she could preform against mother nature, but she’d figure something out. Maybe she’d skip a recycling day.

Her day was saved when she spotted a table right by a radiator--but her face fell when she saw someone sitting at it. Still, she needed warmth. Moving towards the occupied table she made herself look as pathetic as she could, which at the moment didn’t involve much work. 

“Is there anyway at all I could sit with you? I promise I won’t bother you, it’s just, well, I kinda need by the heater.”