In a forest far from the prying eyes of any silly human or elf, the oft-rumored witch Celeste the Conjurer was hard at work. The soft morning sky above was stained green with a mysterious haze from the windows of her cottage built into the trunk of a tree. She never was one who cared much for getting a good night’s sleep—much to her assistant’s frustration—but she was damn good at what she did. Once Celeste set her mind to something, there was no stopping her. This fateful morning was no different.

“Eye of a newt.”

The assistant let out a yawn before tossing the demanded ingredient into the cauldron. The pair’s living space, while usually quite homey, was frequently transformed whenever the witch had a strike of inspiration for a new concoction. Today, she had pushed (or more accurately, told her assistant to) all of their furniture off to the sides of the room. In the center lay an elaborate summoning circle drawn in a slug’s slime. Behind that, Celeste had set up her giant cauldron, brewing some disgusting smelling bright green shlop above a fire. It was so large she had to stand on a stool to reach the ladle.

“Good, good. Wool of a bat.”

The assistant again did as she was told. The mixture let out a poof of smoke, turning a deep purple as it did.

“Almost there, dear apprentice. Scale of a dragon and sting of a blind worm.”

The cauldron fizzes this time. Celeste smirks—it’s working.

“It’s time, darling!” She kisses her assistant on the forehead, then takes the ladle out of the pot. “I hope you enjoy this as much as I do, dear.”

With that, Celeste pushes over the cauldron, the seemingly toxic contents spilling out all over the summoning circle. The assistant’s eyes grow wide. She’s going to have to clean this up later, isn’t she? To her surprise, though, the liquid freezes in place after being spilled. The slime circle glows, then sparks, then turns deep red. It really is working! The concoction bubbles, growing more violent with every second. And then it’s over, everything gone in a poof of purple smoke. When the smoke clears, though, the fruits of Celeste’s effort reveal themselves. Where the center of the circle once lay, a mass of confused, blue tentacles sits, gently poking around with its tendrils.

“Perfect,” the witch whispers, an excited giggle spilling out with it. “Dear,” she begins, handing the assistant a notebook, “be sure to take careful observations on the results of our experiment okay? But do please allow yourself to join me as well, if you so desire.”

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Hello lesbians and/or monsterfuckers of dpp! Hope you enjoyed that little prompt. If it wasn’t clear, I’d like to write as Celeste the Conjurer and play her experience with her new familiar, a tentacle monster. I’m looking for someone to play as her assistant and lover, who initially is relegated to watching (for science!) but soon enough joins in the debauchery.

If you’re interested, please send me a message introducing yourself, describing your character, and letting me know your kinks. I write in third person and usually send 2-5 paragraphs per message. Please match that. I am also only looking for women and non-binary people. No men, please. I plan to keep this lighthearted—don’t expect our characters to become tentacle breeding slaves. PMs only, no chat. Bonus points if you can tell me what these ingredients are used in!

Hope to hear from you!