#I didn’t want to take it out because tumblr would hex me

[soft-twink]

I just ate dinner an hour ago but I’m hungry again. Tragic.

He/They

[slytherintrikru]

|| It Wasn’t A Dream ||

— Part 1 —

Pairing: Severus Snape x gryffindor!student!reader (she’s of age) 

Word count: 1904

Warnings: anxiety, angst, crush, older man/younger woman, she is of age, cuss words, pet names, an OOC Severus?, SFW (if I missed anything please let me now)

Summary: Y/N couldn’t stop daydreaming about her potions professor so she did what any insane person would do. She went and confessed her feelings to him. Will he accept her feelings and return them back? Or will he reject her? Read to find out. (SHE’S OF AGE)

Requested: by no one this is my idea 

A/N: hi- I’m a new writer and this is my first post one-shot on tumblr (I already posted this on Ao3). I know this probably sucks because I have a hard time to write what I imagine and feel but I hope you like it. Please give tips and feedback no matter what it is so I can make my writing better. Also in this hogwarts has 8 years of hogwarts and the reader is 18 almost 19 years old.

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Y/N sat at their desk, surrounded by textbooks and notes, in her warm and cozy Gryffindor common room,

but their mind was miles away. Thoughts of Severus Snape consumed her every waking moment, her heart yearning to confess the feelings she harbored. Frustration and self-loathing gnawed at them, for he was her potions professor and Y/N is his student, despite being of age. The internal battle waged on, distracting Y/N from her studies, leaving Y/N torn between desire and the constraints of her forbidden affection. 

Y/N's feelings for Severus had deepened, fueled by the pivotal moment when she saved him from the clutches of Voldemort and Nagini. The intensity of that experience had only strengthened the bond between them in her heart. Her and Severus had became closer since. Yet, the weight of Lily's memory lingered, casting a shadow of doubt within her. She yearned to express her emotions, to confess her love, but the fear of Severus's lingering affection for Lily, even in death, held her back. The unspoken words weighed heavily on her soul as she grappled with the ache of unrequited love. Or at least that’s what she thought it was and made herself believe it was true.

Besides who would want her, she’s just a filthy mudblood, just like Draco said. Severus could find someone better.

Yes, Y/N and Severus are friends which could come off as strange to everyone else considering he is her professor and she was his student but that didn’t stop her from hanging out with him. Even though she did get bullied and got hexed by slytherin’s for taking away ‘their’ professor for her being friends with him many times. Y/N still ignored them. She would go to his class just to talk to him after a long day of work and most of the time they wouldn’t talk at all. The times they weren’t talking she would take time to admire him, how he would concentrate on his work, and how his eyes would shine a bit when he saw his slytherins got answers right. She loves how much he cares for his slytherins even though some may think he’s heartless, cruel, & vicious, deep down he’s caring and kind.

She couldn’t take it anymore; her feeling was getting too much for her; she needed to tell him. She needs to at least know she tried and to know that he knew her true feelings. She huffed softly and quickly got up from her comfortable chair, she didn’t really have a plan on how to do this and she didn’t think of how he would react. She just knew that if she kept her emotions in any longer she would burst. Her feelings for him felt more powerful than any sort of magic that it took over her whole body. Making her forget how idiotic with what she was doing is.

Leaving the warmth of her Gryffindor common behind, Y/N embarked on a mission through the corridors of Hogwarts castle. She walks fast through the dimly lit halls, each step echoed in the silence making her palms sweat ferociously as her hair blows in the wind. Y/N’s heart race as she heads towards the cold dungeons towards his potions class. Her anxiety increases by the second.

With every turn and staircase descent, her heart raced a little faster. The weight of anticipation settled heavily on her shoulders, and the air felt thick with trepidation. Thoughts of Severus Snape's strict demeanor and piercing gaze occupied their mind, intensifying their nervousness. Then thoughts of his soft, kind, & more gentle side filled her brain. She didn’t know what he would say to her after she confesses her feelings. Y/N just hopes he won’t reject her.

As she reaches the dungeon halls, the corridor grew colder and darker, her steps slows dowm. As if her body and brain finally realized what she was about to do and how everything could go wrong in a few seconds. Y/N could hear the paintings on the wall’s whispering to each other. Making her feel as if they are talking about her which caused her mind to panic more.

The flickering torchlight cast eerie shadows on the walls, making the journey feel like a solitary quest through a labyrinth of uncertainty. Each unfamiliar door they passed only heightened their unease, until finally, they stood before the entrance to Snape's potion’s class.

She looks nervously around, making sure no one is near her or his room. After she saw no one, she stood there for a while anticipating her moves. Gathering the little courage she had left, Y/N raises her trembling, sweaty hand and knocked hard on the door. The sound of the knocks echo through the cold, partly lit silent of the dungeons. It was in that moment her mind was screaming for her to stop and leave. 

But she didn’t have a chance to. The form of Severus’ appears as he opens his potions class door, revealing his stern face. When he saw it was Y/N his facial expression changed to a soft, exciting look, and a hint of another emotion.

What am I doing here? I shouldn't have come, why am I here? This is stupid— her thoughts had stopped when she heard him speak.

Y/N looks at him, his soft expression made her melt. “Ms. Y/L/N? What do you want?” He asked

“C-Can I come in?” She asked, he looked at her with confusion before moving aside allowing her to enter. She slowly walked in as if he would snap at her and tell her to leave at any moment. After she made it in he slammed the door causing her to jump.

“To what do I owe you the pleasure of having you bother me on a Saturday?” He jokingly questioned. She saw that hint of emotion in his eyes before going away completely. She felt her cheeks turn red as she blushed at him. Severus smirks at that. 

“I need to tell you something, it’s important. I know that it will probably not end well. I want you to know before I say anything that, I apologize. I have enjoyed being your friend for all those few years so much so that you are one of the reasons I decided to come back for my 8th year here. I know you probably will think I’m crazy-“ before she had the chance of finishing he cut her off.

“Would you stop the rambling for Merlin’s sake? Go on, tell me what you want to say.” He hissed playfully and she could have swore she saw a smile, not a smirk, a normal happy smile. Which was rare for him to do.

“Ok here it goes… I like you and not just as a friend. After the war my feelings for you have grown into something more and I know you probably don’t care. That I may be nothing more than just a dunderhead-“ before she could finish he grabbed her face and he kissed her. Y/N  felt lips, not just any lips, his lips, on hers. It took her a few seconds to comprehend what was really happening, as if it wasn’t really happening. As if it was all a dream.

Sure enough she slowly came to her senses as she did, she knew it was real. Y/N kissed back almost immediately when she realized it wasn’t a dream. She felt his hands move from her face and make their way down to wrap around her waist. She wrapped her arms around him back, taking in and feeling everything. This felt almost like a dream, the way his lips were moving against hers, but it wasn’t a dream. It was as if she was on cloud nine and she never wanted to return to earth.

The kiss lasted for a few minutes before they finally pulled away panting as they were out of breath. She slowly opened her eyes and saw his dark brown eyes staring at her with that same emotion she saw after she walked in. She knew that look anywhere, it was the same look she has when she looks at him. The look of love. How didn’t she notice that before?

“That was- that was…fucking amazing.” Y/N whispered, as she stuttered a bit, her cheeks were as red as a tomato. She didn’t want this to end. She wished she could fill this way for a lifetime. Just her and him together. Forever.

“It truly was, my little love.” Severus murmured back while looking in adoration at her. If it hadn’t been for how close he was holding her and her hands in his hair he could’ve sworn it was all a dream. “I like you more than a friend as well. I have for a while now, I just didn’t know how to tell you. I thought you’d reject me so I just ignored my feelings.” 

“Oh my Prince, I would never reject you, I’ve liked you for years, Severus. The last couple of years, especially last year when I saved you, my feelings have grown stronger.” She said with honesty, he looked at her trying to see if she was lying or if there was any dishonesty in what she said but he couldn’t find it. Instead he saw the same look he has on his face right now, which was love.

They looked at each other for what felt like ages and then Y/N leaned in to kiss him again, he happily accepted and kissed her back. This kiss was much more intense than the last. They kissed as if at any moment one of them would disappear and be gone forever. Y/N tugged at his hair, Severus groaned at that and held her tighter. His hands swiftly began to make their way from her back to her ass, squeezing gently. Y/N moaned but then Severus pulled away causing her to whine at the loss of connection. Severus smiled at her.

“I want our first time to be special. I want it to be in a place where you and I are both comfortable, not worrying about who will walk in. So I’ll be able to take my time with you.” He said, creasing her face softly while looking at her beautiful E/C eyes as he continued. “Let’s wait ok, darling.”

She was a bit disappointed but she knew he was right, she also wanted her first time to be special. “Ok.” She whispered. “I guess I’ll go back to my common room, I need to study for my NEWTS. I’ll see you later Sev.” 

She kissed him one last time before turning away to head back to the Gryffindor tower. Before she could take another step she felt a hand, it was his hand, grabbing her. She turned to look at him. 

He kisses Y/N softly once more and than lets her go.

Y/N smiled in return and flustered at him kissing her again, “I’ll see you later, Sev.” She muttered, he smiled back. She then made her way to the door, opened it and left for her common room with a huge smile across her face. I can’t believe that just happened, she thought. Tonight was the best night I ever had in a while.

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Part 2

[sailtomarina]

Tea Leaves and Pure Nonsense

It was a lovely spring day, the sort where the sun hung high in a true blue sky and the clouds drifted like dandelion seeds. Arthur would have enjoyed a lark around the lake, or perhaps an idle sort of broom flight out on the castle grounds.

Instead, he sat in a dimly lit room, nearly choking on the overwhelming incense of the Divination Classroom. No cool breeze, here. There was, however, a different sort of reprieve to be found at the table next to the one his own.

Fiery curls spilling artfully over one shoulder.

A full-bodied laugh that might have defied decorum if it came from anyone less enchanting.

A rose-cheeked smile capable of making the recipient feel at the top of the world.

His eyes lingered on the graceful curve of her neck as she flung her head back in another one of her laughs. He wished he were the one at her side. What could Malfoy have said to entertain her so?

“If you wanted to partner with Molly that badly, then you should have said so from the start.” The sharpness in Minverva’s tone pulled his attention back just in time to pretend fascination in his tea leaves as the professor sauntered past.

He couldn’t read much in the muddling at the bottom of his teacup. If he squinted, he thought they might look something like a leaning tower. Or, was it the number seven?

He waited until their professor had walked away before replying. “There’s no point. Also, I wanted to partner with you. How else am I supposed to make sense of this?” He emphasised the last point with an exasperated wave of his hand.

She gave an unladylike snort, but still leaned over to peer into the porcelain cup. “How do you know there’s no point? She’s a lovely witch, and you are not unpleasant company.”

Arthur peered doubtfully over his shoulder once more. “I don’t have much to offer. Ow!” He rubbed at his hand where Minerva had sent a mild stinging hex. “What was that for?”

“I loathe self-pity. That will not attract anyone.”

As much as Arthur wanted to list out all the ways in which he was inferior to wizards like Lucius Malfoy, there was no arguing with Minerva on the matter. Deep down, he knew she was right. It was maddening, sometimes, how she refused to let him wallow.

And she wasn’t done speaking.

“You are every bit the Quidditch player that he is, and, I dare say, even better because of your exceptional teamwork. You are not lazy in your studies, which is why I don’t mind partnering with you. You would catch more romantic attention if you sat up and took confidence in your abilities.”

As she rattled off the list of assets, Arthur felt a warmth spreading slowly from his centre, outward. He straightened his back. Relaxed his shoulders. Took a deep breath that he let out slowly.

Minerva quirked a brow at him, taking notice of the shift in his demeanour. Then, she nodded in approval. “That’s more like it. Now pour me another cup; my reading is pure nonsense.”

He chortled and did as she bid.

Arthur didn’t pick up the way a certain witch peeked his way at the sound of his amusement, nor how she nibbled at her lip as if in deep thought. Minerva did. Her smile was slight, then gone before anyone could see.

Written for the Weasleys, Witches, & Writers' Wheel of Chaos.

Your Weasley is: Arthur Your Hogwarts Class is: Divination And your trope is: Meddling Friends

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I almost never write for this era, nor for these characters, making this prompt even more of a challenge! I have no clue if Minerva went to school around the same time as Arthur, Molly, and Lucius, but I like to think so given their personalities.

Cross-posted on Facebook and Tumblr.

[pisc3s-baby]

Do you think you were always gay and didn’t realize it until now? Or your bad experiences with men essentially turned you gay? I know the latter isn’t what most people happens but am just curious what you think.

Good question!

I think, there were signs I should’ve questioned when I was younger, but didn’t.

There was my massive crush on Kiera Knightly in PotC and her in that corset dress and seeing the way it made her boobs sit…like 7yr old me was like 👀 I wanna be her just for the dress.

Then there was crush on the fictional girl band Hex Girls from Scooby-Doo. Then Velma in that latex outfit in SD2. And then Lucy Lu in Charlie Angels with that whip/cane whatever it was 👀👀

When I found out about porn through tumblr at 13/14…I always gravitated toward wlw porn and got myself off to that a lot. Like was obsessed with ✂️ ✂️ videos (still am) and would search everywhere for it. I was very much under the impression all girls watched it…maybe maybe not 🤷🏼‍♀️

I was uncomfortable in changing rooms at school and would hide somewhere to change. Made some of my sims lesbians and made them ‘woohoo’ 🙃

Not to mention I made out with my high school best friends..a lot. It started off at a party when we’d been drinking and she wanted to make her ex jealous. I hated it at first because she was teethy kisser- ended up doing it a few more times at her’s to “practice for our eventual boyfriends” 😅. At other points after school I’d kisses a few more women…a couple it was just on a night out…but then I met one girl and I wanted to take it further with her because I liked her but she didn’t feel the same…so then we went separate ways and I ended up in a relationship shortly after.

I’ve been thinking about it for years and I came to conclusion that I must be bi 🤷🏼‍♀️ Now I can imagine myself with either a woman or a man.

Um so yeah.

[magnoliaroad]

Fantasy Furs + Future Plans/FAQ

In my last blog post I shared some of the realistic furs I had been making.  I’ve also been dabbling with some fantasy furs as well!  Read on for more pictures + future site plans.

Once you start making textures, it’s hard NOT to experiment.  As I said in my last blog, one happy accident leads to another and before you know it....you have like a bajillion textures.  As I was making some of my realistic textures, sometimes the process would rabbit-trail off into “fantasy” fur territory.  I wanted to play around with a few themes - iridescent, rainbow, icy, stormy, sunset, etc .  

Yes - I know these are suuuuper “dithery” but they actually look much better in game when the pet is in “motion”.   It’s the still shots that make some of them look super pixelated.   (I am determined to beat the petz palette at it’s own game ;P)

Lastly, I wanted to briefly go over some future site plans as I’ve had a few people ask me some questions.  Thank you to everyone who has taken the time to comment with your kind words!  I do see them even if I can’t get back to them!

Will any of these textures be available for public release?

Hopefully in the not-too-distant future, I do want to offer resources to download.  If time permits - I might even write up a tutorial on some techniques that have resulted in fun textures.  There are a few hold-ups.  Reason #1 - I may need to rethink tumblr as my site platform because I’m already hitting limitations with what I want to share on here.  It’s already getting a bit cramped.  Reason #2 - A lot of these fur files are in big messy folders mixed with “duds/reject” textures that didn’t work out.  It’ll take some time to compile a curated collection and retest some of them - (some of them weren’t properly formatted/indexed and so they may not work properly in people’s games)

Will any of your hexed creations be available for adoption/trade/etc?

Possibly for certain ones, yes! I have a lot of questions about how adoptions/trading “works” in the petz community.  I’m not new to petz but I am new to hexing and the petz community so there are some things I want to figure out before I’m ready to do some adoptions!  I’ll definitely share when something becomes available <3!  

[detroitbecomeonline]

Not expecting a reply, just wanted to drop by and say THANK YOU SO MUCH!

I started doing a little modding around in January, mainly trying to google and learn stuff only to find out that info and the modding community of DBH is scarce. I’m a very shy person, so starting to talk with other modders didn’t (and still doesn’t) seem like an option. Not to mention not knowing how to approach them ans where.

I used all the little info I found and got as far as to learn how to do hex swaps on the dbh demo (since the online model swapoer doesn’t work on it). Also found tutorials for textures but didn’t go for it yet. Now that I finally have the full game I’m better able to do more stuff.

Thanks to your activeness, more info has become easily available. Of course I have to thank the whole modding community as well, but I personally feel like it wasn’t until you came along that the info started to surface.

So thank you again and keep doing what you do. I love to follow your modding diary and I’m excited to learn from your learnings!!

I started modding at the start of the year too! I'm so glad you're finding my mod diary entries helpful.

I really want DBH modding information to be much more public, so that's why I started my diary! Unfortunately, a lot of people keep things private when they're not supposed to/are told not to share it. I somehow got caught up in that (which you will see in one of my previous entries) even though it's like, the opposite of what I want to achieve.

I can't take credit for "figuring out" the mods though. People have figured these out long before I got here, and those people are linked in my previous entries. <3

I would love to learn a programming language so I can reverse engineer the game and get codes that way rather than asking fellow modders, but learning that feels so out of my grasp since I like, you know, have work to do. Grass to touch. It's time that I wish I had!

Unfortunately, (and this is NOT to cause drama) my main source of info/mentor has blocked me on Tumblr because she misunderstood a post I created (classic Twitter-style misunderstanding lol)(and no hate to her at all! I am unable to talk to her privately anywhere to reconcile and clarify. So, I'm locked in a learning stalemate at the moment), so the entries will be significantly slower.

You are absolutely welcome to DM me if you get stuck with something. I only know as much as people tell me, so if you figure anything out, please let me know! I'd love to learn anything from anywhere and put it in an entry for more people to find.

I hope your modding journey is easy! It's tough for me because I have no idea what I'm doing and finding stuff is so, so hard. So I hope you're having fun and getting the results you want. I'm so glad you're using my regurgitated info lmao <3

DATE: 01/03/2023

[papermint-airplane]

get to know me - useless info edition

I was tagged by both @pudding-parade and @happy-lemon. I feel so loved! 🥺

what do you have under your bed? 

The ultra chonky adjustable base of my bed lol. The house used to belong to my brother-in-law's late grandmother so when I bought it, I ended up with a lot of old lady furniture his family didn't want back. So I got me a super fancy (if not totally ancient) giant bed that adjusts and I'm never going to back to regular beds. Don't judge me and my old-ass granny bed.

favorite candy? 

I like fruity candy! Chocolate is fine, I don't hate it or anything, but fruity flavors are the best. Starbursts, Lemonheads, Smarties (not the UK version), Nerds. Basically, I'm the one you give all your non-chocolate Halloween candy to.

describe your favorite shirt. 

It's just a gray t-shirt with the NASA logo on it that I got from the men's section in Kohl's for like $8 (my fellow plus-sized ladies know the true comfort that is men’s t-shirts). But let me tell you when I say that thing is comfy, I mean it. It's way softer than normal t-shirts for whatever reason. Also, I accidentally got acrylic paint splatters on my shirt. It washed out of the shirt part but not out of the vinyl logo part. I guess it must have molecularly bonded or something. Anyway, in the true spirit of Bob Ross, it turned out to be a happy accident because it looks like a star field.

the last thing you drew/doodled was:

I don't really doodle much but I write things down a lot. The last thing I probably hastily scribbled on a post-it was a hex code for decorating in the Sims 3.

are you completely sober rn?

Depends. Do you consider chronic sleep deprivation to be a drug? If so, no. Other than that, I'm annoyingly sober.

what's one thing that annoys you more than anything? 

Mouth noises, specifically eating noises. Like...oh my God even just typing that made me want to strangle someone.

have you ever gotten your tongue stuck to a cold pole during winter? 

Not my tongue, not a cold pole, not during winter, but I have gotten my just-washed-still-damp hand stuck to the inside of my freezer door more than once. It was an accident every time. It takes me a while to learn things.

if you could be anywhere in the world right now, where would it be?

At home, in my craft room, playing the Sims. I'm a very simple woman. 😭

what was the last single word you spoke? 

"Fuck", because Tumblr is being an asshole with the layout of this post.

I am tagging @simstryingtheirbestok, @muckleberri, @xoelands if y'all haven't done this already Idk I didn't check.

[blackyuna]

Stars Palette drawing rules:

use only 24 colors that represents each talent

no blending

just my thoughts just the cut

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I was gonna post this without the link to my inspiration. But this morning I randomly found it!! It was a Hakka drawing by WhiSha on Twitter (it was just a WIP when I saw it). I normally would bookmark posts but for some reason I didn’t bookmark that drawing. I know I liked it but I have this habit of going on my Twitter likes and would unconsciously like it again, thus removing the like. It’s been months and I don’t even know if the artist tagged the drawing. But today I found it! Funny thing about Twitter, you can search posts made by a user if you go to their profile and use the search box on the page BUT this only works on mobile.

Initially, I was planning to do just a couple of drawings. The simplest one I think would be Miyabi and it didn’t take me long to draw it. It wasn’t good though, so I ended up redrawing it. I was gonna stop after Arurandeisu but I don’t know I just feel like doing more. I did stop drawing by May to draw other things. Then continued in the last half of September and drew the first three graduates. I guess I was somewhat still sad because of Magni and Vesper. I was gonna stop at that but just to make it look good as a post on Tumblr, I also drew Roberu.

Then I just continued until I realized, I only needed to draw a bit more and I would have drawn all 24 Holostars talents. So I just drew the rest..

I really don’t know what I was thinking. Whenever I draw, I would either listen to Magnus Archives or a true crime podcast. Surprisingly therapeutic honestly.

I had 2 rules when I started. First one is obvious, use only the 24 colors representing Holostars. There are official Hex codes (mainly for Rio and Tempus HQ) but the rest I based on the background of the talent profile from the Holostars Official website. For Kaoru and Suzaku, I came across the color codes on Twitter. But I do take advantage of the canvas color which is always white. I’d like to think the color white represents Yagoo or Daidou Shinove. And the last rule, no blending. I was thinking, when you blend there will be a new color in between.

I do make sure to try to incorporate all the colors, which would explain why the details on Bettel’s collar are colored differently. Of course I couldn’t do that for all the talents so I just drew stars on the empty space.

I used an app called Sketchbook. When drawing I mainly used one brush that draws the sharpest lines, nothing much to say about that.

There were a couple of drawings I was worried about which is why I drew them last. But along the way, I kind of figured out what to do. Not all of the drawings were perfect. And when I couldn’t figure out what to do, I just changed the color instead of staying faithful to the design. Of course I wanted to stay as close to the original design, sometimes it just doesn’t work.

One drawing that surprised me was the Magni drawing. I was substituting colors but Magni with blond hair (Temma’s color), just looks weird. It feels like looking at a Magni we haven’t met. But somehow I managed to make it look different using grey for hair shadows (Vesper’s color) and using the skin shadow color (Rikka’s color). Then make sure to have a clear but subtle divide between hair and skin color. I was avoiding outlining the drawing but sometimes I can’t avoid it.

There are also moments that I’m thinking of a pose that would fit the talent’s personality (like Shien, Shinri and Uyu), then regret it cause gloves are hard to color especially because all of their gloves are black! But I kept it, especially Shinri cause I really want to draw his blue hand.

I wanted to draw Oga right from the beginning since he is one of my kamioshi but then again I was hesitant since Oga’s color scheme is dark. Also out of all the Stars, his skin tone is darker and it doesn’t look right to suddenly give him a light skin tone just cause it's convenient. I was going back and forth with the skin tone, I was debating Rikka’s color or Shinri’s color for the skin tone. Though Shinri’s color is probably the closest, it’s way too dark. I also wanted to color the hair mainly Magni’s color but there is no other darker color to give his hair shadows. So I ended up using the darkest blue (Izuru’s color) as base for the hair and every single black piece of clothing. Of course the colors are quite different from the original but it actually looks nice.

I’m planning to post the clean version. If you have noticed, on the posts I made, it has the line art. But I haven’t decided if I should post the clean version on the post I already created or post 3 new image sets (having 8 drawings each) for the clean version.

Well I’m done! I’m definitely gonna try and draw some other things. If I feel like it. But since I’m also doing a drawing summary for this year, I will definitely draw a couple more before the year ends. Heck, maybe I’ll draw Yagoo.

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If the links aren’t working, here are the URL you can copy paste: Rio debut: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kEmz1bLVUNk Tempus HQ debut: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jar19J3HXQY Color codes from Twitter: https://twitter.com/byongbyongbyong/status/1610860361745567745 Hakka WIP by Whisha: https://twitter.com/WhiSha_Sub/status/1643568245503324160 Hakka finished by Whisha: https://twitter.com/WhiSha_Sub/status/1643947160222695424

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 185

Clip Show

“Clip Show”

Plot Description: as the third trial nears, Sam and Dean reunite with Castiel. They stumble upon an undiscovered film, which could be the key to the third trial

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I…think so? The only supernatural being I’ve ever encountered was the ghost cat from my old house. I’m not sure if whatever’s going on here is targeting people who’ve previously had supernatural shit happen to them OR been saved by the Winchesters, but either way I think I’m okay

Poor Dean having to take care of these two.

Or……..he’s just taking care of Sam. Awkward.

Man. I’m such a Castiel apologist. Sam’s on my side here. Thank you, Sammmmm. Lighten up. He got fuckin shot

Oh shit. I forgot about the dungeon in the Men of Letters bunker

Omggggg. First, the immediate casual-ness with which Sam starts referencing their new found dungeon and then Cas asking “your what?”

Omgggg, Dean. You should listen to Cas. The switch in Latin is PROBABLY IMPORTANT

That’s such a cruel “get better.” That wasn’t a “I hope you feel better/heal soon” it’s a “get gud” one. A “be a better person” one. I’m so mad at Dean. Be nicer to Cas!!

Is…is this an apology gift? Beer? Jerky? Porn? Pie? It sure looks like an apology gift for Dean…and then some toilet paper for good measure

I don’t know who I trust less: Naomi or Metatron. I feel like he’s playing Castiel. OMG HE WANTS TO SEAL HEAVEN.

What is it with angels craving crepes? First Aziraphael now Metatron?

Oh holy shit. Dude actually cures a demon…how’s Sam’s blood gonna cure a demon??

Omg…Metatron IS playing Cas like a fucking fiddle. And part of me is wondering if he’s even leading Cas to close off Heaven or if that’s a cover.

Oh, stitched back together Abbadon is even hotter…ugh, except for how she’s treated. I forgot how awful they are to her (both the boys and the writers)

Oh but she is crafty. I LIKE her. Not giving her her hands back didn’t stop them from being part of her, and wouldn’t keep them from being animated, and couldn’t stop her from digging the bullet with the devil’s trap on it out of her skull

Ok, so whatever it is IS going after people the boys have helped. So, yeah, I WOULD survive

Crowley is PERSONALLY going after the people they’ve helped til they get him the demon tablet and stop the trials. I also love that he’s read the supernatural books

Cas please don’t. Don’t do it. Don’t rip out this poor girl’s heart. She doesn’t deserve it…well, guess THOSE trials are starting now

(I lost some notes because tumblr fucked up but it’s fine I’ll…write what I remember)

She would have LIVED if they’d smashed the phone Crowley had called earlier?? That’s where the hex bag was??

What a fun change from the beginning of the ep when Dean had zero doubts Sam was gonna finish the trials…now, Sam wants to take Crowley’s deal

[vmeemo]

50 (meters)

For that one singular fan on ao3, this ones for you. I got no idea if you use Tumblr or not but hey, another story for the size pile.

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When Rylee and Hex had asked them out to another date out near the Peninsula past Hammerhead Bridge, River was excited. Another date with the inkling she loves? Sign them up. And apparently the two have been busy lately, doing something that they say is a surprise.

Fortunately for their lovers, they also has a surprise for them. Looking at the little clear bottle in their bag, River smiles as the inkling makes their way over to the spot where Rylee and Hex are, with chairs and a blanket nearby with a small box sitting nearby. They were dressed up wonderfully, Rylee with a short sleeved vest, and Hex for once is wearing a sweater. Makes sense since they’re near the ocean.

River looks at the two, “Aww, you didn’t need to dress up for me. I appreciate it though. Rylee blushes a little at this, making the inkling smile. Sitting on the blanket River scoots closer to Rylee and Hex, giving them a small kiss on the cheek each, “How’s the trip to the Splatlands going? Anything interesting come up?”

Hex lets out some air as she think it over, “It’s definitely different compared to Inkopolis that much I can say.” Rylee leans on River’s shoulder, looking out towards the ocean as Hex tells the inkling about how it is in the dessert that is the Splatlands. Before long Hex stops after Rylee tugs on the sweater arm, nudging her head towards the box.

“Oh right.” Hex slides the small box past Rylee and over to River, “I know its not much, and that I’m not much of a baker,” River opens up the box to reveal a small batch of cupcakes decorated in yellow frosting, “but Rylee and I made these for you. For our special little inkling.” Hex leans in close, gently clasping River’s hand.

River, upon seeing these cupcakes, is ecstatic about tasting something that both of her loves made. They pick one up and eyes the cupcake, seeing that there was definitely some work put into these. Taking a bite from it, she is greeted by the sweet icing and the chocolate chips that lay inside it, “Oh these are so good. Thanks you two, really. This was kind of you to do this.”

Hex nods, holding Rylee’s hand as they eat the cupcake, “Glad that you like them. Those four are for you. We’ve...” Rylee glances away, blushing all the while, “Had enough I would say.”

While River was confused at this, it doesn’t stop them from eating the second one, enjoying the flavour of it. That’s when they remember the bottle in her bag. Looking at the two, they wait until they’re not paying attention to them. Once Hex glides her hand on Rylee’s cheek before kissing her River takes the chance to drink it, eating another cupcake as they do so. Once the two were done kissing Rylee looks down at the box.

"Oh!" Rylee giggles at seeing nearly all of the cupcakes gone, "Guess you really liked them huh?"

River nods, absentmindedly taking the last cupcake as they mentally prepare for her upcoming surprise, now that they drank the bottle. “Yeah the cupcakes were really good. Thank you.” They lean forward, gently holding both of their lovers hands, “I do have one surprise for you. But you gotta wait. Think you can do that for me?”

Rylee and Hex look at each other, nod, and look back to River, “Yeah we can wait.  Rylee says first, “We have a surprise of our own to give you. It’ll just take a few minutes, so...”

Hex stands up, looking down at River, “You will like it. Rylee made sure of it. Now then-” She pulls Rylee up from the ground and onto her feet before walking away from the inkling still on the blanket, “Give us a moment.”

River simply nods, smiling a little at the fact that their surprise will be happening soon. When they feel the tingle in their body the inklings knows its about to start. And what starts is them growing, bit by bit. River tried to hold back their excitement at this, mainly because she doesn’t want Rylee and Hex to see it now and more closer to when its done.

The contents of the bottle as far as River knew would only make her grow to about 40, maybe 50 feet. Enough for them to hold Rylee and Hex close to them, and as a treat for the other inkling for actually growing to be a mile high a week ago.

As the inkling grows and grows, River already approaching 10 feet in height, Hex and Rylee return, with knowing smiles on their faces.

“Hex look!” Rylee says, pointing to the growing River, “They’re getting bigger, just like you did with the cupcakes before!”

That... Made River pause as she looks down at the two, Hex now sporting a small blush on her face, “What do you mean by that exactly?”

Rylee giggles as she lifts up the box that once contained the cupcakes, “These have a special batter in them that when mixed, makes people bigger in different ways! I bought the tall batch, not knowing that’s how it worked. So imagine my surprise when I saw Hex bigger later.”

As Rylee laughs at Hex’s expense, not that she didn’t find amusement in it either, River... Wasn’t doing so fine. As they keep growing, now at around 20 feet and growing even faster she eyes her bag containing the empty bottle, “Um... Rylee?”

“Yeah Rivi?” Rylee asks.

“Lets say... Hypothetically, that I also wanted to make myself bigger for you, as a treat after making you grow a mile high before. And it was a clear bottle that when drank, would make me around 45 feet tall.”

The octoling’s eyes widen, piecing all of the parts together, “If the two things were to interact with each other-”

Rylee, now very aware what is about to happen, takes Hex’s hand as she makes them get some distance away from the inkling, who’s growth is accelerating by this point. River watches as the ground gets further and further away from them, surpassing the 40 feet she thought it would’ve been.

It took time, but when they reach around 30 meters River can feel the growth slow down. When they go to crouch down and tell the two that its slowing down, they feel the tingle get stronger. Very strong in fact.

“Umm... Guys?” The couple down below look at at the inkling, both concerned and amazed at the height that River is at, “I think another spurt is coming!”

River was glad that she warned the two, because her feet swelled in size, almost hitting them before their legs lengthen. Their torso feels like its being stretched as her arms catch up to the increasing size of her growing body. The inkling may have taken biology but from what they can see, having your limbs grow out of order is not normal. They let out a grunt as their skin felt tight from the growth, causing River to wobble as the feeling gets worse.

Just when River is about to fall over, they felt an arm wrap around them, keeping them up. When they glance over to their left they see Rylee, now 50 meters tall and level with her, keeping them aloft. “Uuugn... Rylee?”

“Shhh... I got you.” Rylee gently pats River on the back as she sits the now giant River down closer to the ground. Sitting down with them, Rylee brings the comparatively tiny Hex closer to the inkling. “You should be fine soon Rivi.”

Now that they are now laying on the ground, River looks up at the two, “Ugh this sucks. I just wanted to surprise you since you well, allowed yourself to be a mile high last week. So I wanted to repay that by pampering the both of you while I was huge. Seemed that the both of you got the same idea...”

Hex, now brought down onto River’s forehead, rests on her belly as she gently strokes their head, “Seems so. I guess... We should’ve asked first instead of having it as a surprise. Or at least had done it earlier so that this didn’t happen.”

The octoling lets out some air as she makes herself comfortable, “But since you’re like this anyway and we don’t know how long the combined effects will last for, how about we make the most of it?” Carefully crawling onto River’s cheek Hex gives it a small smooch. “We have almost all night after all.”

River chuckles slightly at this, and a little bit more when they see Rylee’s face blush a little. Though there was a mischievous look once the equally sized inkling went in close, kissing the same cheek that Hex was on before pulling away.

“Yeah. We do have all night.” Rylee starts to shrink down and eventually becomes small enough to sit on the other cheek of the giant inkling, “Just the two of us, and a giant that we need to show just how much we care for.”

River feels a smile form at this, letting themself be content with this now unusual, yet almost expected, date turned out. They place a hand on each of their two lovers, gently smooshing them against it.

[kingofjohto]

Pairing: Will Byers X M!Reader (he/him)

Description: After a long day, followed by a confrontation with Angela and her friends, you though today would be the worst day of the week. But who comes knocking at your bedroom door but your friend, Will Byers.

Tags// Bullying, Use of Queer as an insult, fluff

Word count: 1k

A/N: this is my first work for Tumblr so if it feels rushed or something it’s because I’ve never written in a Y/N format. Also, the fic takes place in January (4 months after the Byers moved to California since according to the wiki they move in around October) so it’s pretty chilly, just an fyi for immersion reasons. Also if you have any constructive criticism In ways I can improve my writing PLEASE lmk, I want my writing to be as good as possible.

Let’s Make a Deal.

Loser.

Queer.

Freak.

All things you had become all too used to hearing in the last 4 months. Being the new kid wasn’t the easiest, or at least that’s what your dad told you, but it’s been four god damn months… when does it get easy? It was a particularly bad day as well. First, you wake up too late for breakfast, then you leave your lunch money at home, and then the one person who actually treats you like a human being doesn’t show up?? It’s like you were hexed that day, or like everyone was. It seemed like everyone was trying their hardest to piss you off today.

Just when you thought you were free, you heard someone yell your name.

“Hey y/n!!”

You turn around.

“What do you want Angela.” you say with a defeated tone.

“I wanna know where your boyfriend and his freak show sister is.” She said as her friends start to surround you.

“Just leave me alone Angela.” You plead again, to absolutely no avail.

“Awwww… did the precious Will and y/n Byers get a divorce?” Jake taunted.

“Probably wouldn’t be the first divorce you’ve seen.” You said under your breath.

“What did you just say?” Jake quickly snapped.

You pretended not to hear him and began walking off. It was already a shit day, and you didn’t have the energy to deal with this now. Jake still yelled at you but you continued walking until you finally got to your bike and rode off.

It was a cool afternoon, but even the somewhat chilly weather of the crisp January afternoon wasn’t enough to cool off the anger and frustration that gnawed at the back of your mind. Why of ALL days was Will absent today. You felt angry, but deep down you really just felt sad. As you finally rolled up to your house you put your bike at the side of your house and walked into your house through the back door. It was the best way to avoid your mother asking how your day was, thankfully she was in the front today, so you were able to avoid the conversation. You slammed your bedroom door behind you and immediately crashed onto your bed. There was no way your day could get any worse.

Knock knock.

“Go away mom!” You yelled towards the door.

The door creaked open.

“It’s not your mom, don’t worry.”

It was an all too familiar voice. You quickly sat up and looked to see who it is.

“Oh and where were you all day Byers?!” You asked, a big sharp in your tone.

“Sorry… it was Janes birthday today so I came over to see if you wanted to come over.” Will said, “I didn’t think it would be that bad today.”

“Well it was that bad today.” You said, a few tears swelling up in your eyes.

Will quickly rushed to your side.

“Y/n, you know can talk to me about it. My mom always says that talking about your problems will make them easier to handle.” Will said, a bit awkwardly.

“Well… I don’t know. It just seemed like the world was against me today. Angela and all her friends made it seem like I had a target on my back all day, not to mention the fact that my luck today?? It’s been absolutely terrible. And just when I think my day is getting bad I walk into first period and the one person, the one person I want to see today isn’t there. Sorry it feels dumb to say out loud…” you ranted.

“Y/n…” Will murmured.

You looked at Will who was pretty close to you, his face was bright red.

“Erm… I mean…” you tripped over your words.

“You shouldn’t listen to someone like Angela.” Will said.

“Huh?”

“People like Angela shouldn’t be listened to. Neither are her friends. You were the only person I’ve met here in California that actually makes getting up and going to school worth it.” Will said.

You felt your face get a bit warmer at Wills remark. Did he really mean that? He looked at you right in the eye, and he was also very flustered.

“I mean… there’s gotta be more to it than that.” You say a bit under your breath.

“If you ask me y/n, you’re the funniest, kindest, and just… just the greatest person in this awful state, and I think instead of thinking about today, you should come with me and eat some cake. I mean… you’re really handsome when you smile.”

You barely caught that last part but you were definitely flustered now. You froze up a bit, lost in the conversation. Will seemed to panic a bit at the silence but you finally gathered yourself and said something.

“Well, I think you’re handsome when you aren’t panicking.” You quickly blurted out as you grabbed his hands to calm him down.

You quickly pecked him on the forehead and you were both super flushed now. You could feel him squeezing your hand, his somewhat warm hands felt good against your skin.

“So let’s both agree that I’ll start smiling and you’ll calm down. Deal?” you quickly said.

It took him a moment to respond, but eventually he returned to the conversation.

“Deal.”

Will quickly leaned in and kissed you on the lips. It was quick, but still sweet. You could feel the biggest, stupidest smile crawl across your face, which garnered a slight laugh from Will.

“C’mon, Jane is probably waiting for us.” He said, grabbing your hand and leading you out of your room.

It was like the entire day was reset. No more thoughts about Angela. No more thoughts about grades. The only thing in your mind for the rest of the day was Will Byers.

[magecrafts]

requiem for a hex.

hello! a reader suggested i expand to tumblr for shorter fics and perhaps some imagines — so here i am. you know who you are . . . this one’s for you!

RATING: E FOR EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT (18+ ... MINORS DNI).

agatha x fem!reader ; agatha frees you from wanda’s hex because she’s bored and she wants an accomplice. it’s not the most productive arrangement. ( request: agatha thinks she’s stronger than wanda. the reader disagrees. agatha doms the hell out of the reader. )

warnings: nsfw, explicit smut, manipulative power dynamics, legal age gap, humiliation, mentions of exhibitionism, mentions of object insertion, brief mommy kink, cnc (only a little — keeping it light), anal play, butt plugs, strapwarming.

i do take requests but please give this a read before doing so!

Agatha Harkness is a fool.

Not a fool with a heart of gold, mind you, that much you can attest to. You’d say a heart of coal, maybe, if you didn’t think she’d slap you for it. You almost want to say it because of that.

“You’re not going to beat her,” you tell Agatha for what feels like the thousandth time in ten minutes. “She’s bonkers strong.”

“I’m stronger,” Agatha says, giving your ear a playful tug as she passes behind you. “I’ve seen things that would wilt even her prettiest flowers.”

Sure. Maybe. Whatever Agatha needs to tell herself to sleep at night.

You still think Wanda will wipe the floor with her if it comes to blows. Even if they level Westview in the process, which is a substantial risk. According to Agatha, if Wanda manages to free the chaos within her from behind the shield of grief there’s no telling how much magic she’ll actually be able to wield and weaponize. There is a risk, too, that Wanda’s magic might overtake her, age her a hundred years in sixty seconds, and put her in an early grave. Which, also according to Agatha, would be a horrific waste of perfectly good magic.

Magic is new to you. You had no idea it existed until Agatha broke you from the hex and explained exactly what was happening. In her words: “That pretty little tart with the robot husband has this whole town magically enslaved. And I thought we as a society had grown since the eighteen-sixties.”

“…Excuse me?”

“Wanda, darling. The witch doesn’t even know what she’s got.”

“Hold on,” you said, rubbing at your eyes with the heels of your hands. Your head felt like it was under fire. “Her husband is a robot?”

Agatha looked at you like you were a petulant child. “Keep up, would you? I didn’t break you out for you to waste my time.”

In the days that followed she told you more, though always on her own time which would have been inconvenient if there were actually anything else to do in Westview besides wait for whatever Wanda wanted to happen to happen.

It was the Scarlet Witch’s world and you were just living in it.

You’d been participating in it until just recently, a pawn against your own will, a game-piece for Wanda to move around when things got dull. And Agatha hadn’t yet said why she chose you out of everyone else in town to set free.

“You’re young,” she told you when you worked up the courage to ask, “and Wanda likes you, so I’ll be needing full reports on anything and everything she’s dumb enough to say to you. And you aren’t awful to look at.”

“Do I need to restore your faith in me?” she asks now, settling across from you at the kitchen counter. She’s cradling a wine glass and smirking over the rim, perfectly sculpted eyebrows jumping as you open your mouth to respond, think better, and close it. “Got something to say, little one?”

Yes.

No.

You press your lips into a thin line and muster up a glare, unimpressed. You’ve got perhaps a million things to say, maybe, but if you’ve got time to count them all then you’ve surely got time to think of something that won’t land you in hot water.

“I don’t know that I ever had faith in you to begin with,” you say after a moment. Caution to the wind.

Agatha drags you to her office for that one.

Throws you over her desk, too, and yanks your shorts and panties down to your knees in one rough tug. You don’t feel entirely bared, only mildly embarrassed, until she spreads your cheeks and pulls the lips of your cunt open with her thumbs.

“I don’t actually need you to have faith in me,” she says after a moment.

Just from her tone you can tell she’s inspecting you, staring at the needy hole between your legs while she holds you open. She hasn’t fucked you in — what? a week? You haven’t been counting the days, it isn’t worth it with Agatha; she’s too unpredictable, her surface moods are rarely consistent, and she’s made it very clear that if she’s going to fuck you it’s going to be on her time. You can ask, plead, beg, whatever, but even if you fell to your knees and spread your own cunt open in offering there’s no guarantee she’d actually take it.

“I just need you to do what I tell you to,” she says next, prodding at your cunt with a finger. She presses in to the first knuckle and wiggles the tip inside of you. It almost feels clinical. “If I told you to spread yourself out on the front lawn with a ripe cucumber stuffed up this itty bitty little hole, would you do it?”

God, you hate that. Even though it sounds so good in her voice. All velvety-smooth and so condescending.

“No,” you say, nearly choking on the word.

“You would if I forced you by magic.”

“Is that a threat?”

“Do you want it to be?”

You’re not going to dignify that with an answer, and not just because you aren’t certain what your answer actually is. You don’t doubt that she’d do it, you know she would, and she’d love every second of it, but it takes a moment for you to process that you might like it, too. It’s the not knowing who could stumble upon you, who might stop to watch your pussy stretch around a foreign object while you were held in place by Agatha’s magic that makes you tingle. It starts in your belly and spreads quickly down between your thighs and before you can help it you’re leaking around Agatha’s finger.

“Squeeze for me,” she tells you.

You clench around her finger and feel yourself leak a little more.

Agatha hums, murmuring, “Now that’s a beautiful sight,” as she slips her finger free and pulls you open again. “And what if I told you to offer yourself to Wanda? Like this? With your pants down and this” — she makes a sound like a growl and spits right into your cunt — “pretty pink thing just begging to be fucked. Would you do it?”

“Yes,” you say, “but Agatha—”

“Oh, please,” she says, words disappearing into a laugh that is equal parts mocking and amused. “So quick to say yes when it’s Wanda who’s hypothetically involved. Why is it that ‘no’ is such a big part of your vocabulary when it’s me?”

“You like when I say no,” you mutter, eyes fluttering shut as she drops her hands and slaps at your thigh. “Jackass.”

She really does.

Like when she retrieves a glass plug from the top drawer of her desk and drags it between the lips of your cunt until it shimmers with slick and you gasp out, “no — not today — still so sore,” as she pushes the tip against your puckered asshole.

“Should’ve thought about that before you started running your mouth about how strong Wanda is,” she says, grinning, and slowly eases the plug into you. It doesn’t hurt, but you are indeed still sore, and no matter how many times she plugs you up it always feels like a foreign stretch, something new to get used to all over again. “Mommy doesn’t want to hear about that. All I want is for you to shut up and take it because that’s two-thirds of what you’re good for.”

You don’t have it in you to ask what the final third is.

Before the widest part of the plug pushes past your rim Agatha stops, holds it there, keeping your poor asshole stretched around it. Your cunt throbs, pushing fluid from your hole each time your muscles contract, and you hate how good it feels. Then she lets go of the plug and it sinks all the way into you, the circular base seated between your cheeks.

Agatha leaves you like that, bent over the desk with your ass plugged, for a short while. You suspect she went and had a glass of wine while you were alone in her office, not daring to move past folding your arms beneath your head and letting your eyes wander the room. It’s easier not to fight it, and it does feel good.

When she comes back she’s got a silicone cock strapped to her — a new purple one that’s scarily realistic and intimidatingly thick — but she doesn’t fuck you. No, she just relaxes into her leatherback chair and pulls you onto her lap.

“If you’re good I’ll think about actually fucking you later,” she tells you, nestling the head of her dildo against your empty weeping hole. She stuffs your pussy in one rough thrust; it’s tight, another thing to get used to, especially with your asshole already full, but hell if it isn’t gratifying.

You can’t remember the last time you felt this full or the last time she put something so big in your cunt. All of the fight has left you — no more snark comes to mind, no more back-talk. You’re doing what she wants: sitting there and taking it in both holes with one of her hands rubbing slow circles on your belly while the other thumbs through the pages of a magazine. If you know Agatha at all you reckon she’s going to go through the damn thing cover-to-cover twice before she even considers allowing you any real satisfaction.

Every time you twitch she reaches up and twists one of your nipples without missing a beat. It’s awful, and you’re so fucking wet.

You hate that there’s nothing you can do about it. You hate that it feels so good to have your holes so casually violated. And yet you just sit there, so full, pussy gushing around Agatha’s big silicone cock, waiting and waiting and waiting for her to give you anything at all while expecting little more than drawn-out torture.

And, for the record, you still think she’s a fool. You still think Wanda’s going to get the best of her in the end, and maybe, if you’re lucky, you might make it out alive when all is said and done. In the meantime you figure it isn’t the worst thing in the world to let Agatha use and abuse your holes like a ten-dollar whore. There are certainly worse things you could be doing.

[porchlightfairyfan]

You Put A Spell On Me

a/n: first time writing on tumblr pls have mercy.

warnings: swearing, terminal illness mentioned, season 1 Steve

Chapter: 1 2

Chapter 1

Ophelia was different. She didn’t mean to do it on purpose but because of sophomore year English class, the direction of her life was altered. They were reading The Crucible in class and she played Elizabeth Proctor, one of the accused. She was embarrassed to read aloud to everyone but her chilling voice put everyone at unease when she spoke. They started actually accusing her of being a witch outside of the class as a joke.

It didn’t help that Ophelia would walk around the outskirts of the two schools and pick the wildflowers or wander into the woods and come back with fistfuls of plants in each hand. And then her mother got sick and passed away within a few months.

Now everyone was sure she concocted some kind of poison and killed her mother. Which wasn’t true. It was ovarian cancer. She didn’t like her mom, she could admit that but she would never curse her with cancer. Her mom wanted her to be normal like all the other kids, do cheerleading in high school like she did, become popular like she did, and be white like she was.

There was no hiding the fact that Ophelia took after her father more than her mother. She had his dark complexion and curly hair. She had his broad, flat nose and two-toned lips. Her eyes were a deep brown near black and she was taller than the other girls at school. She stood out like a sore thumb among her peers. Which didn’t help her case when it came to not being a witch.

It was her junior year now and the comments were not phasing Ophelia anymore. If anything, she was feeding into it. It was only the first month and she had already put a ‘hex’ on someone in the bathroom by mumbling some bullshit in French she learned from class. It was fun honestly, people thought something was wrong with her and would avoid her and she didn’t have to do much to deter her.

But sometimes people just seemed to take it too far. On her locker, after homeroom, she found the words, “witch bitch” scribbled in red. She frowned at the sight before licking her thumb and smearing the ink. “Somebody’s pathetic attempt to scare me.” She mumbles as she puts away her backpack and takes out her textbooks for her next class.

Ophelia takes a seat in her English class and listens to the teacher’s lecture. While her teacher spoke a note was passed to her. She furrows her brows as she stares at it. She flips it over and sees it is not for her but for the girl she sat next to. She tries to hand it to the girl but she looks back at Ophelia with disgust. “Leave me alone, freak.” The girl spat.

“Ophelia, do we have a problem in the back?” Ms. Adams calls out. The class giggles as Ophelia shrinks in embarrassment.

“No ma’am.” She mumbles.

The girl next to her raises her hand, “Ophelia was trying to pass me a note.” Fuck. Ms. Adams comes down the aisle and opens her hand. Ophelia hands the note to her feeling defeated at this point. Ms. Adams opens it up and a look of disgust creeps on her face. “Do you find this kind of stuff funny, Ophelia?”

She flips the note around to show Ophelia. It was a grotesque and crude drawing of the girl next to her getting crucified on a pentagram. “Would it be insane if I said yes?” She looks up at Ms. Adams. She huffs in disgust, “Get your things and take this down to the principal’s office. See if he finds this funny too.” Ophelia takes the paper, “Gladly.” She grabs her books and heads out of the classroom and into the hallway.

Oldest trick in the book and she fell for it. It was a good drawing she’ll give the person credit but she wasn’t this good at drawing and Ms. Adams didn’t give a second glance at the hideous handwriting, which wasn’t Ophelia’s. She crumples up the paper and throws it into the trash before going to her locker to get her cigarettes.

While she gets them out, she hears a group of guys coming down the hall. Shit, She thinks to herself, It’s Tommy H and Steve Harrington. She grabs her smokes, shoving them into her pocket before looking over her shoulder. Tommy’s looking right at her. She mentally prepares herself as she hears their footsteps come closer.

“Hey, Witch Bitch. “ Tommy calls her. She knows she shouldn’t acknowledge him but she slowly closes her locker and turns her head to him.

“What, Tommy?” She tries her best to give a death glare at him. He lets out a dry laugh and elbows Steve, “Uh oh, I think she’s trying to cast a spell on us.”

“Very charming Tommy.” She laughs with him, “But I heard you got soft in the middle of screwing your girlfriend last night. My spell is already working.” She smiles as his face turns red. He takes a step forward but Steve stops him.

“C’mon man she’s not worth it.” Steve glances at her then back at Tommy.

“He’s right.” She walks past them, “Wouldn’t want your dick to fall off next time.” She flutters her fingers at the two boys before leaving the school and going for a smoke near her car. She looks over at the middle school and smiles as the bells ring and she hears the kids going to their next class. She remembers how nice it was at that time. Her only worry was what was for dinner when she got home.

She finishes her cigarette and crushes it in the rubble beneath her foot before heading back inside to go to her next class.

The last class of the day was Chemistry. She didn’t like it a lot because there was always a chance for, “Partner projects this weekend folks. Don’t whine to me, whine to your momma.” Mr. Craig says, “I’ve already assigned you a partner and unless this person has murdered your entire family in front of you, I don’t want to hear it.”

One by one the kids move until Ophelia is last. “Ophelia, you’re with Harrington.” Eyes immediately follow her as she moves to the front of the class sitting next to him. He wasn't paying her any mind, thank goodness. If anything she was sure that he scooted farther away from her. She could feel everyone around her stare and gawk. She would rather be burned at the stake than endure this type of hell.

The bell rings and class is dismissed. Steve stands up to leave when Ophelia taps him on the shoulder. He jerks away from her and grimaces. She retracts her hand, “So when are you free to do the project?”

He shrugs, “Not tonight nor Saturday. I’ve got plans.”

“Okay so, Sunday then?”

“Isn’t Sunday God’s day? Shouldn’t you be busy repenting or some shit?” He laughs at his own joke.

“All jokes aside, asshole, I’d like to just get the project done. We only have the weekend to do it.”

“Fine, fine. Sunday it is. But don’t show up until after dark. I don’t want people to know you are at my house.”

Ophelia gives a thumbs up, “Whatever the fuck you want. Asshole.” She leaves.

Ophelia arrived home and went to her room to put on a record and do her homework. Her dad worked late nights so he stopped parenting her after her mom died. Not that he was really present in the first place, looking rather unhappy in most album photos. The only thing he wished was that Ophelia stopped with her nonsense that encouraged the town bullies to vandalize the house. Something Ophelia couldn’t help.

She made herself dinner once she finished her homework and went through the mail that was delivered that morning. As she shuffles through she stops at a bulking letter addressed to her sent from her grandmother. Her grandmother lived in the South so she rarely got to see her, so it was always a nice surprise to get a letter every now and then.

Ophelia finishes eating and opens the letter. Inside was a page and a ball of tissue paper, which had some significant weight to it.

Ophelia reads the letter: “My dear Ophelia, I was thinking about you while I went out shopping today and found this charming little thing in the store. I wrapped it good so it wouldn’t break.”

Ophelia looks at the tissue ball in her hand. She opens it up to find a heart-shaped glass bottle filled with a sparkly pink liquid. On the label, it read “Love Potion” which made Ophelia giggle a little. She looks back to the letter:

“I thought it was so cute and you could put it on your dresser with all your perfumes. The clerk said it was drinkable and had a really good taste. If you do try it let me know. Thinking about you always, Granny.”

Ophelia smiles as she finished the letter. She sets it down to further inspect the bottle. Under the big letters was fine print, “Gift this to the love of your life and when they lay eyes on you, they will fall madly in love with you.” She giggles as she sees even finer print underneath that, “Warning: People will not automatically fall in love with you. This drink has no effect on how other people feel about you.”

Once Ophelia had a good laugh she pockets the potion and goes to get ready for bed. The anxiety of the weekend sets in as she tosses and turns in bed. She was so distracted by what was to come that she had totally forgotten about the love potion that sat in her jacket pocket.

[night-market-if]

Paper Lanterns Part 29

Paper Lanterns is a community based IF game here on Tumblr.  I need something to fuel the creative fires while I chip away at The Night Market demo, and I want to give you all a little something in the meantime.  Here’s how it will work.

I will post a snipped under the cut every few days.  At the end of the post will be three options.  Comment below or send me an ask if you would rather be anonymous, over which route you would like to see.  I will tally them up and write the majority option and post it in the following days. From there, we repeat the process until we, as a community, have crafted our story.

Please reblog and share this with others.  The more people we have participating, the more fun I think this can be for us.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24 | Part 25 | Part 26 | Part 27 | Part 28 | Part 29 under the cut

Winner of last vote: Agree to Hazel's plan (this won't pop up entirely in this one but will within the end game as a whole)

You could see the fear in Malcolm’s eyes, and you felt it swell within you as well. It was Hazel.  Above all else, she was the one that was supposed to be protected. She was the youngest of you three, the one with the kindest heart.  It didn’t often matter what happened to you and Malcolm, as long as she was okay. But, the thing was, you had all grown up. Somewhere along the way, the three of you had stopped being gangly little kids with dirty knees and lantern burnt noses, and you had become adults.  

“I think we should go with Hazel’s plan,” you say, not quite able to meet Malcolm’s eyes. You could feel the way they bore into you, though, the betrayal that one little statement made ringing loud and clear.  Swallowing, you lift your head, turning to face him head on.  His jaw was rigid and his face a mask of apathy.  “It’s a good plan,” you defend. “There’s only one way in and one way out of there, so we’d see the Baron coming.  On top of that, there is an entire army of vengeful spirits outside the apothecary, places still filed with your mother's hexes, entire spots of land just looking for power, ripe for the taking. So, if things get out of hand, let's give them a Baron.”

“Wait,” Hazel said with a frown. “We’re not planning on killing her, are we? I- I don’t want to do that.”

Malcolm quirked a brow at her.  “You think she’s going to be amenable? She wants a second Baron power.  She wants to be able to control the gates for her own gain. I doubt a sit down session is going to entail cups of tea.”

“I know that,” Hazel snapped. You had heard that tone very rarely. The one that was all their mother.  Hazel only brought it out when she was well and truly pissed.  “I’m not a child, Malcolm.  I know a little about how the world works, despite your efforts.” There was a coldness in their gaze with each other.  One that had always been there when a fight between the siblings was about to pursue.  But you remembered the aftermath of those fights. The way Malcolm would storm off and Hazel would cry. How you would find Malcolm later wracked with guilt that left his eyes empty.  Reaching out, you place a hand on his knee, shaking your head when you caught his eyes.

When his shoulders slumped in shame, you felt the brewing emotions shatter. 

 “If we can avoid killing her, I want to try,” Hazel said, the hardness from her voice fading. “Mainly because I do not want a vengeful Baron lingering around my home, Malcolm.” 

He sunk back in his chair. It was obviously something he hadn’t thought of.. “I’m sorry, Hazel. I-”

“You’re being the overprotective brother,” she said. “I get it.  Now stop because when it’s both of your lives on the line, there is no room for that behavior.”

You smile. You hide it well behind your hand, but you smile all the same.  There was a certain joy you always felt upon seeing Malcolm get put in his place.

“Alright,” he agreed. “The Apothecary is where we do this.  We invite the Baron there, and I face her.”

“Wait,” I said. “Why do you have to do that? Why can’t you just give her the key that she wants and…”

“Because my job is to keep the gates safe.”  There was nothing about his tone that was superior or bristling. It was all said with a weariness of a man who did not want the responsibility he held.

“You gave me several keys already,” you protest.  Why couldn’t he just break the rules? This once.

“To inactive worlds,” he said with a small smile. “They weren’t going to do much.  She’s been getting pissed over how ineffective they are, from what I hear.”

You let your head fall to the table, not even wincing as it made loud contact. Malcolm put a hand between your shoulder blades. “I wouldn’t have let anything happen to you, Button.” You could hear the grin. Asshole just kept pulling one over on you. He loved being in charge.  When this was all over you were going to tease him endlessly for his job because you were pretty certain that there was no one better for such a role, than Malcolm fucking Albright. Fed right into his ego and padded the chip on his shoulder.

“So what is it you plan to say to her?” Hazel asked.

Malcolm shrugged. “Knock this off. Maybe knowing who the Gatekeeper is will end her game.”

You frown at that. “What do you mean?”

“Think about it. The gatekeeper has always been a job that has had secrecy around it. The monthly Baron meetings they always sent a proxy. I’ve been sending little willow constructs since the first go of it.  Everything about the Gatekeeper is supposed to be shrouded in mystery in order to protect the gates. To make sure people like the Baron of the Mists can’t gain more control. But, maybe it’s time to change things. Go public. I give up autonomy and will have to listen to a hell of a lot more political bullshit but, I don’t know. One person controlling who comes and goes through the Market? Doesn’t seem right.”

“You. A politician.” You mock incredulously.  It stretched a smile across his face.

“Could be,” he said. “And you the politician's consort?”

You rolled your eyes at him and pushed your way up from the table. “Alright, well, no time like the presence. Let’s go fortify the Apothecary for a fight with a bitchy vampire.”

“Wait,” Malcolm grabbed your wrist, his eyes also pinning Hazel’s.  From his pocket, he produced a key. It was small. Barely bigger than your pinky finger. “It’s a door to a world that is still forming.  It’s located beneath the lawn gnome near the basil in Hazel’s garden.”

“Oh,” Hazel cooed. “How cute. Is that why I had all the gnomes move in?”

Malcolm ignored her but you had a suspicion that he was exactly the cause for the gnome invasion of last summer. “If things go sour, get out. Use the key and run.  Don’t let her take your life.”

You frowned, looking between him and Hazel. “But you two can’t leave.”

“We can,” Hazel assured. “It’s just the Market will call us back. Eventually. Born here, you cannot escape.”

“It’ll give you two enough time. To let all this blow over.”  You couldn’t help but notice how Malcolm gripped you, clearly not wishing to let you go.

“Why wouldn’t you come with us?”

“Gatekeeper’s can’t,” he said. “But I’ll find you.”

“Mal…”

Cupping your cheek, he leaned in close. You could feel his breath on your lips. And as your eyes raised to his, you saw the tears swimming within them. Malcolm was scared. “You and Hazel are more important to me than anything else in this life,” he whispered.  “I will find you.  You will not be let go.”

There was nothing you could say.  You could only feel your chest choke in terror as the desperate need to cling to him bloomed bright and true.

~~~~~

In the end, she didn’t come that first night. She didn’t even come the second. The Baron was toying with you and the three of you knew it. But there was nothing that could be done.  Leaving the shop felt as if you were walking into a trap, but sitting, was nearly maddening.

You played cards to pass the time. Helped Hazel in the garden.  Malcolm and you reconnected in the rickety old bed of his.  While fear and danger lurked at the edge of your thoughts, you tried to stay present with your friends. The people you loved.

When the door burst open on the dawn of the third day, you still were not prepared for it.

The Baron of the Mists danced her way inside, her lavender eyes cold and calculating as she hopped down the landing steps. Her long blonde hair fell gracefully over one shoulder, brushing against the white bodice of her blood-red dress.  

“Why, hello,” she greeted with a wide grin.  Two sharp teeth glinted in the dim light of the apothecary.  

Hazel stood behind the counter, Malcolm off to the side, while you stood near the back stairs.  

“Do you have my key, dear?” she asked, looking at you.

Swallowing, you shook your head. “No,” you say. “But I do have the Gatekeeper.”

The grin she gave you split across her face, her skin separating into a leer. Hungry. Eager.  Lazily, her eyes trailed towards Malcolm. It was at that moment that your heart dropped. Your suspicions were confirmed. Belladonna had tried to warn you.  The Baron had already known, but for some reason, just needed you to bring Malcolm to her.

“What do you want, Kavitta?” Malcolm asked. 

“You know what I want,” she responded.

“You’re not getting me so what else would you like to do here?” Malcolm stepped forward, standing between Kavitta and Hazel.  “Want me to come to the meetings finally?” That shit eating grin was on his face. He was going to goad her and you nearly jumped between him and her and begged him to stop.

“Malcolm. I could care less what you do.  I could care less what the other Baron’s want to do. All I know is my land, where I am from, is dying. So I’ll be opening a gate to let them in.”

You blink, looking between all of them. “How many are we talking.”

“Oh, millions,” she said innocently. “Overpopulation and all that. There’s no food left. But here, in a world that is full of endless possibilities, endless gates? It’s a buffet,” she giggled.

“Not gonna happen,” Malcolm said.

“It’s cute that you think there is a choice here.”

Part 30

Bargain with her to bring a portion of her people here.

Have Malcolm offer to bring this to the council of Baron’s. Perhaps there was another way.

Step forward between Malcolm and her.  Offer her another land for her people. Someplace where there is food.

If you haven't seen, Chapter Two of the Night Market is now out! It is linked below if you're interested. Reblogs and feedback are also love! Also, there is a Paper Lanterns discord now. Click the link below to join.

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[vivithefolle]

Can I join your anti-Hermione club? Is there an application form? (In all seriousness, I'm so glad there's someone on Tumblr who is anti-Hermione for good reasons. It drives me absolutely insane how much the fandom worships her. I respect her intelligence, but there are so many absurdly unethical things she does. The hexing of Marietta Edgecombe - I researched it, it's both against contract law and would almost certainly be considered assault - was crazy, and even crazier was that it's excused.)

Hahaha, no application form needed, just a lot of bitterness and a touch of rage.

Something that really annoys me is how people are trying to tell me I'm doing Hermione-bashing when I give her the what-for. Or try to say "but she was a teenager :(". Really, freaking really? So when Hermione scars people on the face she's being a teenager but when Ron is pissy for a night in fourth year he's a total asshole? No, nope, not gonna let that lie.

My issue is that Ron's mistakes are teenager-sized; making an ass of yourself during a soirée, dating someone you're not really interested in because you're flattered by the attention, getting mad at your friend over silly stuff, saying stupid things without thinking... teenage mistakes. Those are teenage mistakes. (Something could be said of his leaving on the Horcrux Hunt but. Bitches. Voldemort himself (a part of him at least) was there singling him out for torture. Not to mention the heavy blood loss, the fact that his family's in danger, etcetera... But of course nobody is willing to accept those circumstances, nooo, it's only Ron who's the sole responsible for leaving absolutely, right, "Hermione is a teenager :(" and "Harry has PTSD :(((" but Ron isn't allowed to have problems of course. Fucking hypocrites.)

Meanwhile Hermione wakes up everyday and chooses violence and not for good reasons. I mean when your first reflex to distract someone is to set them on fire surely that indicates some issues? (Later on she forgets that she can use magic to light a fire... against a plant. I mean. How. How do you come to the conclusion that you should light a person on fire to "distract" them but cannot apply that reasoning to a goddamn killer plant.) The thing is people just... because we're constantly told that Hermione is intelligent/has good grades/works hard, people are quick to assume that she's obviously the most mature one in the room. But being a hard worker isn't necessarily a "proof" of maturity. It's just that people's expectations are that "a studious kid" is a mature kid, but really what they mean by "mature" is "doesn't annoy me to hell and back by playing noisily".

There’s this huge manipulation that plays on people’s expectations: being coded as “the studious girl” people are told through stereotypes that Hermione is smart, mature and logical… and the text is quick to try to reinforce the idea by having her spout definitions (=”smart”, for a degree of it; it’s mostly good memory), scold others for being rowdy (=mature, except that she’s not above it all either and a big part of maturity also involves REALIZING YOUR ACTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES which, Hermione’s don’t, so oops) and have her solve some puzzles or explain things (=logical… but sometimes her reasoning is based on emotion and she just tries to find evidence to justify why she thinks it’s right, rather than go from one thing to another).

When people try to brush off the fucked-up things Hermione did with "well she was a teenager" or "it was the war effort"... no. Fuck no. She didn't have to wipe her parents' minds and memories, there was the Order, the Dursleys were treated better than Hermione's parents for God's sake. But the only thing that matters about Hermione's parents is that they can be conveniently sacrificed to let us know how brave their daughter is right, it's not like she's in anything called the House of the Brave or something, it's not like she's constantly being thrown in mortal danger and is scared but keeps pushing forward, no we absolutely HAD to have a plot point that involves Hermione destroying two people's identities so we know how brave she is (how was any of it brave? Bravery is risking yourself, not the life of two innocents who barely know what's going on and are in no position to fight back).

And with the Romione fandom trying to push back to "nooo but she was a teenager m'kay she had her reasons for everything"... You want to get back to the Dark Ages where Hermione can do anything to Ron and it's his fault for not being perfect enough for her? Because that's how you go back to the Dark Ages.

In concept I love Romione. In the books I love it till about Book 3 (and even then that's pushing it because Hermione's utter disregard for Ron's pet sits very unwell with me, BUT okay fine she's still a child, it's her first pet, she has no idea how to own a pet and she's not used to being mindful of others' feelings. Then she gets validated by the plot because Scabbers was Pettigrew and somehow that means Hermione wasn't horribly callous to Ron's feelings or anything... meanwhile had it been Ron buying Crookshanks and Scabbers being Hermione's pet everyone would have been like "but who cares that Ron was right in the end, do you see how horribly he hurt poor Hermione's feelings!!!"...

It's just. No more excuses. Hermione is fucked-up. As a person, not just because of the war. She had a vicious, vindictive streak that only got enabled through the books because she never was called out on it. And I mean, I'm all for standing up for yourself, or for slapping Draco Malfoy's bitchy ass ferret face. But fuck. When you're doing the magic equivalent of an acid attack on someone's face, when you're physically abusing someone you're supposed to love AND THREATEN TO DO IT AGAIN AS IF IT WAS SOMETHING CUTE OR QUIRKY, when you're brainwashing your own parents into compliance because you can't be bothered to lie to them or make the Order get them... You know how many fics I've seen that take the "I did actually Confund my examiner" exchange from the Epilogue and run away with it to make it so Ron gets in a horrible car accident or invent entire collapses of the Statute of Secrecy as a result of an investigation connected to this "ha ha look it's funny Ron cheated on his exam" moment? Why don't I ever see a fic talking about how Hermione erasing her parents from existence leads to the destruction of Wizarding society through the legal bullshit that follows? Because Hermione dear, did you think to alter "Wendell" and "Monica"'s birth certificates? Their marriage contract? Their VISAs? Their bank accounts? Otherwise you've just turned your parents into homeless vagrants hopelessly lost in Australia who can't ever find a home anywhere because they simply don't exist in the eyes of any government. But hey nobody ever thinks of that because it's so much easier to nitpick everything Ron does. The only thing folks notice about Hermione nowaday is Emma Watson's boobies.

... I'm sorry, I just... Ugh. People.

[britishth0t]

Hyperactive (With slight homicide)

This is my first post on Tumblr (not my first post overall as I have Wattpad, but I'll post my username here when I've added my Klarion one-shots on there unless people want it lmao

You grabbed his interest when you were hanging out with your friends near the old cinema.

He seemed intrigued at first when even Teekl became slightly amused by your hyper personality.

Klarion may or may not have stalked you for a bit because of that

Eventually, Klarion did admit you seemed fun to Teekl, and wanted to get to you know you better in person.

Both of you finally met each other when you were walking around the harbour, taking photos of the sea and the horizon even if you knew you would delete them later.

Teekl thought this would be a great time for Klarion to introduce himself to you.

She half prayed that Klarion wouldn't freak you out, and the other half wanting you to not make Klarion too annoyed.

Somehow, it went really well.... A bit too well, as you two then talked as if you had known each other for years

Lets just say, you're both extremely hyper. I mean, it's Klarion.

You being a hyperactive person and him having chaos magic while also wanting mischief? It's a perfect yet dangerous match.

Teekl rethinks her choice about you two being together, as she now has to deal with two children and not one.

This also means that the Light have to deal with another 'kid' as well, since Klarion will definitely bring you to at least one meeting.

They're a bit cautious about you on first impression, not too sure if you're using Klarion to get information about the Light

But after a while, they see how much you deal with when you're with Klarion, and figure out that no one can put up a façade for that long

Yeah, even the Light know that you're one hyper son-of-a-b*tch

I wouldn't say you're obnoxiously loud, it's just being in a Light meeting no one is really talking except you, so it's dead quiet other than that. Nevertheless, you can be extremely deafening without realising it

Klarion's magical powers gives you a lot more freedom when being with him. Like, a lot more freedom, he's a lord of Chaos, you basically have no limits.

You can now do all the crazy sh*t you've ever wanted to do with Klarion by your side, and he's more than willing to join you in whatever ideas you have

A couple of times Teekl has to warn him that you're still a mortal, so he does lay off a bit from time to time to avoid getting you seriously injured

If you do get hurt, Klarion is gunna freak tf out, trying to play it off cool but failing

All adventures go out the window if you get hurt. And if you try to get up saying "I'm fine", he'll magically trap you in your bed to rest.

Don't test him, he will do it

A lot of things may break, and it's whether or not Klarion will fix it with his powers or not after... Probably not, it's not like either of you really care

If the Young Justice team do meet you, it's because you were in a forest with Klarion, messing around while climbing from branch to branch in the trees while Klarion floated next to you

The two of you were ambushed by the team, as Zatanna had sensed Klarion's power in that area while the team were nearby

They would have saved you, but you're surprisingly very good at climbing trees for any of them to grab hold of you, something that actually made them impressed

Klarion was very unhappy, so unhappy that you had to mention about going back home to hang out there to calm him down

Couple of times you'd wander off too far that Klarion isn't able to find you and would have to teleport you to him in order to know where you are, the only big thing that does get him slightly annoyed.

^ If you can make Klarion take responsibility (other than over Teekl) and act like a parent, my respect goes to you

You two don't have any rules apart from when you're injured, although there is one thing that bugs you both

2 hyper devils + "Calm down"= Death stare with Klarion hexing whoever said that

No one is allowed to tell you guys to calm down

Klarion x homicidal hyper reader ⚠️Mentions death⚠️

You met each other like the first one, except that you seemed more wanting to go into danger and edge your friends into doing bad things than actually have fun

This time, Klarion was intrigued before Teekl

He noticed your cold yet intense gaze on everyone that was near you

Something about you was odd. Klarion knew that but he didn't know what was making you seem so odd

It's not until you become best friends that he finally realises your love for murder

While you got along with Klarion before him knowing this, wow he's ecstatic that he finally knows what seemed off with you

He tempts you into murder as well, seeing that you showed to be very refrained from not doing anything about your homicidal thoughts

Catches on very quickly how manipulative you can be with your friends, friends that Klarion now wants to be your first kills

Unsurprisingly, it doesn't take that much convincing from Klarion to make you agree to killing your soon-to-be-dead mates

He helps of course, trapping them all and giving you all sorts of weapons to use on them

It's like a holiday for both of you

You even asked Klarion at one point to make their screams quieter since they were annoying you

And after you had finishing butchering your friends, Klarion realised that he like-liked you and confessed right there

Yep, Klarion did just admit to liking you while standing in the middle of dead bodies scattered around at your feet

Soon after that, you both start doing more destruction together

Limits? F*ck no

Hell, if you asked for half of the moon to be destroyed, Klarion would snap his fingers and bam, moon gone.

One time you asked Klarion to give you powers like superman, just so you could fly and mess around in the city

It started off as just throwing cars as far as you could, not exactly caring if people were inside or not

Which then turned into full blown 'lemme jump/crash into one sky scrapper to another', looking like a monkey swinging from vines in a jungle

While the heroes didn't enjoy your hyper and destructive personality nor Klarion, the news loved you. The amount of reports you and Klarion got in the news just boosted both of your ego's

"Double trouble strikes again!" "Witch boy causes havoc with anonymous villain" "League fail to stop villains, have they met their match?" "Criminals cause devastating downfall on the city" "61 lives lost in under an hour" You felt prideful in the last one, a new record in your books

If you two ever go out to have dates, it'll 100% always end with something, mostly a building, being completely destroyed

Whenever the 'kiddie' team as Klarion calls them, or the Justice League come; they're always too late to stop you two

Even if Batman claims they were so close to stopping you, he's wrong. The heroes don't even manage to get you two to notice them arriving, already going off to have some fun somewhere else

You've mentioned about wanting to kill at least one of the heroes out of spite and because you felt like it on multiple occasions

Klarion would love to snap his fingers to have every hero there for you to choose from, yet he couldn't do that because of Vandal wanting some of them alive. Especially Lex with Superboy.

You get along nicely with the Light, as they trust you enough to know that you can calm Klarion down and that you're classed as a criminal

Occasionally, you have unnerved them with the gory deaths about some of your kills, Klarion kissing your cheek out of pure happiness from hearing the defined details

Teekl doesn't really care about it as long as you get the blood off her fur if you get any on her later.

A lot of lives are lost when you two are together... Which is all the time

(Secretly, the young justice team have envied how much freedom you get when with Klarion-> This is after they have to tidy up the mess you two make)

Sorry if this isn't very good, literally made this and posted it the same day. I've loved Klarion's character for quite a long time now and saw that, although the fanfics are good, there isn't a lot of them. I'm down for requests, but right now I don't think I can do many. You can send me stuff and I'll write it down, just don't be upset if I don't post it in the next week or two. If this isn't up to your standards then srry aha, I realise I don't add much fluff and focus more on the storyline, but there's always room for improvement tho✌️