#I’ve made her some devotional art too

[streganonalearns]

I wanted to publicly thank Freyja for answering my prayers

Our new kitten was showing signs of illness Saturday night and we rushed her to a 24 hour clinic first thing Sunday morning, but that night I asked Freyja to look after her and make sure she’d be alright. The little one has pink eye but the medicine is already working really well and she’s got all her energy. I’m just so grateful it wasn’t anything life threatening and she’s okay.

Thank you Freyja for looking out for my little love and for keeping her in your care

[naomis-daydream]

essence in the air // letitia wright

summary: interviewer!reader. it seems there’s a lot of underlying chemistry between you and your interviewee, Letitia Wright

a/n: saw clips of tish flirting w interviewers and here we are. i included a lil piece inspired by @drletitiawright and @aaliyg talking about a Dr kink 😏

warnings: just fluff. flirty reader and flustered tish. reader is from the Dominican Republic and speaks Spanish (very minimal)

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you exhale softly as you get last minute touch ups to hair and makeup. you glance across from you to look at your interviewee—Letitia Wright. she was dressed in a off white hoodie with matching sweats, a black jacket, and air forces, scrolling on her phone while her glasses reflect the bright screen.

you were very excited for this interview. you had gotten great reviews from many stars and prided yourself on having laidback, fun sessions with all guests for Essence Magazine. from Lashana Lynch to Keke Palmer, your issue of celebrity interviews in the magazine and on their channel had been something viewers looked forward to, which was very beneficial for your paycheck.

she looks up, catching your gaze as she offers a smile. you return the gesture, crossing your legs in the lounge chair. “you ready?” you ask as the cosmetologists left.

she inhales sharply, “yep, though i wish you’d told me about the dress code,” she says, eyeing your exposed legs from the slit in your dress. “i would’ve come in something nicer.”

“girl, you’d look good in a trash bag. besides, the whole point of this is for you to have fun and be comfortable. as long as that’s happening, you’re good.”

“says the one wearing a body con dress,” she says as you wave a hand at her. “you go out in designer everyday, you’ll be good for 30 minutes, hon.” she laughs, humming in agreement.

the tech guy comes in, cueing you as the cameraman starting rolling.

��hey guys, I’m y/n y/l/n with Essence Magazine, and today i’m here with esteemed movie star, devoted Christian, and—as of recent weeks— doctor in arts and letters, miss letitia wright. how you doing, angel?”

a smile dances across her face, eyes surely lighting up behind her black sunglasses. “wow, what an introduction. thank you. i-i’m well, how are you?”

“great, thank you,” you begin. “so, tell me a little about how you earned your doctorate, what’s it in, and what it means to you?”

she sighs briefly, “man, it’s um, it’s definitely an honor, such a blessing to even be considered for something like that. it’s in arts and letters, as you said, and to have it come from a school in my home country, Guyana, made it that much more…moving for me. i’ve been acting since I was a teenager and never dreamed of any of this happening.” she said, gesturing around us with her hands. “from small projects in London to…”

“being an international award-winning actress?”

“yes! it’s all a lot, but being recognized for my work is-is great.” she finishes.

“do any of your friends or family use the title or is it just a formality?”

“nah, after i got it some did as a lil joke but for the most part I’m same ol tish.”

so, can I call you doctor?” you tease.

she laughs lightly, shaking her head. though her words contradict her as she replies. “i-i suppose so, yeah, yeah you can.”

“dr. wright.” you said. “has nice ring to it. though mrs. wright wouldn’t sound too bad either.”

her laughter was fuller this time. “bad. you are bad.”

you shrug lightly, a knowing smile on your face.

“but in all seriousness, it’s nice to see representation for Afro Caribbeans out here. being an inspiration for so many across the world, and a role model for young people everywhere to see someone who looks like them, who comes from a place like them, on screen. we don’t see enough of us gettin’ our flowers. I’m glad you are.”

she nods humbly. “you Caribbean? stop playin, what part?”

“la República Dominicana, act like you know,” you said smiling. She hummed in admiration. “oh, the accent, ok I see you. you speak any Spanish?”

“eres muy hermosa y tienes mucho talento.”

you’re very beautiful and have so much talent.

you say the short sentence to her, none of which she understands, yet she leaned forward to rest her elbows on her knees as she listened. “i don’t know what you said, but it sounded hella good,” she smiles.

you shook head as you laughed. “man, you something else,” you said as you looked at her again, to which she put her hands up in defense.

“speaking of accents, in a lot of your productions you’re seen using your regular British accent, as well as those from various parts of Africa.”

“mmhm.”

“yet, we rarely hear you with an american accent onscreen. can you give me your best american accent right now?”

“right now?” she asks, pointing down.

“right now, go.”

she shakes her shoulders out before turning to the camera. “hey y’all, i’m letitia wright here with Essence Magazine,” she says in the absolute worst attempt of a southern accent you’ve ever heard.

your eyes go wide before you bust out laughing, shaking your head. “come on, now. don’t do me like that,” she says, a shy smile on her face.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry,” you begin as you calm yourself. “it’s just refreshing to know there’s something you’re not good at.”

“i haven’t had any roles that require an american accent yet, so there���s time to perfect it.” you nod in agreement.

“so for the real question of the hour,” you say as she leans back in her seat, waiting for you to continue. “why you always got them glasses on?”

she smacks her teeth, trying—and failing—to suppress the smirk that grows on her face. “man, i thought we were gonna get deep.”

“oh, we can get deep, angel. i mean, why hide the eyes? the windows to the soul. i bet you have a beautiful soul, yet the entire time you’ve been here i haven’t got to see for myself.”

“my eyes or my soul?” she asks, tilting her head back.

you open your mouth to respond, yet can’t find the words. you begin to smile as she points at you. “ahh, i got you there, huh?” she says, grills glowing under the studio lights.

you roll your eyes as you reply. “alright, alright. don’t let it happen again.”

“my bad, baby girl. here,” she says, reaching up to take off her shades. “to make it up to you.” she sets them down on the small glass table between you.

“aw, thank you, dr. wright.” you say, thankful for the gift of melanin, and blush applied previously, that the heat rising to your face isn’t visible.

“so?”

“so…”

“my eyes…do they live up to your expectations?”

you lean forward, not missing the way her eyes drop to your cleavage as she does the same. you pause to really look at her, defined jawline, toned skin, fresh haircut, before going back up to her eyes.

“they are…subpar.” you say, swiping her glasses from the table as you slide them over your eyes.

“wow,” she says, bringing a hand to her heart as she leaned back. “it’s like that?”

you wave her off. “i’m just teasing, relax,” you assure as she mumbles, “yeah, ok.”

with the glasses off, you can really feel her gaze on you, though luckily part of yours is hidden this time.

“now look who’s hiding,” she comments, nodding her chin up at you.

“a nice change of pace. i think i look good, right? real official.”

she laughs before she responds. “yeah, you look good.”

you smile as you take them off, putting them on the neckline of your dress.

“so, can I count on seeing you at Essence Fest?” you ask with a sickeningly sweet smile, one that prevents her from answering with anything other than yes. “yeah, yeah you’ll see me there.” she replies while nodding with a smile.

you turn to the cameraman, “ok, i think we’re good!” you turn back to her, “thanks again for coming! it’s been a joy to have you.”

“thank you for having me. truly one of the best interviews i’ve had in a long time.”

“just doing my job, angel.”

she shakes her head, looking at the floor. “of course, of course. would you mind if we have a picture?”

“not at all,” you say, going to sit on the arm of her chair. you do a few sitting, her signature smize and a couple hand motions. you both get up to do standing shots, some with her hands clasped in front of her and others with her arm around your middle.

once you’re done she pulls you in for a hug. your hands slide up her shoulder blades as hers find their way around your waist once more. she gives you a caring squeeze which you reciprocate. you feel pressure between your chests which makes you pull away as you realize. “oh! don’t forget your glasses,” you pull them from the hem of your dress, extending a hand towards her.

“please, keep ‘em,” she assures, giving you one last smile—small yet warm—before heading out.

“bye, doctor!” you call as she leaves.

she turns around, walking backwards with her hands in her pockets. “see you soon.”

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you packed up for the day, locking up your office and the main studio. walking out the building, your stride pauses as you feel your phone buzz in you purse. you pull it out to see a notification from instagram.

letitiawright started following you

you smiled at the message, seeing you missed two others from a couple hours ago.

letitawright mentioned you on their story

letitawright tagged you in a post

liked by essence, danaigurira, and others

letitiawright new issue of @essence for the March 2023 issue. You can watch the interview on their channel and see the wonderful photos this spring✨

koffee 😍🖤

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a/n: best believe she looked up whatever the hell you said and blushed

[mrs-snape5984]

“You've got the love I need to see me through…”

“Sometimes it seems that the going is just too rough and things go wrong no matter what I do. Now and then, it feels like life is just too much. (…) But I know, I can count on you!” (“You’ve got the love” by Florence + The Machine)

Clinging to a comfort character over a long period of time can bring you both: Comfort and a feeling of desperate longing…

That’s exactly how I feel about Severus. I fell head over heels for him, when I read the “Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone” 21 years ago. I remember that I was almost forced to read the books, which I’ve thought of being only some overhyped children’s books. Oh, how wrong I was!! The first impressions of the bitter and sarcastic potions master were enough to convince me otherwise. It felt like a recognition…enlightening my heart. “Hey! You’re just like me!!”

Severus Snape has made himself a home in my heart, that he never left since then. From the first moment, I was hopelessly devoted to this raven haired, sassy man with his adorably crooked nose and those beautiful - and yet so sad - obsidian eyes.

Trigger warning: Whoever has problems with reading about traumatic events in someone’s life, please skip the next paragraph! After that, it’s safe again.

He was with me, whenever I struggled with my life, no matter what it was. And damn….there were a whole bunch of traumatic experiences in this mess, which I’m calling my life. Abuse, divorce, too many terrible health issues and operations (resulting in a defeated addiction to opiates and morphines), disability, miscarriages, terrible high risk pregnancies with months of being bedridden at the hospital, prematurely born children…and so on…

And now, that I’m losing all my grip on my life because of this terrible disease ME/CFS (seriously, what am I? A fucking magnet for shit?!?! Hey, god!! It’s enough!! I’m already done with everything!)…Severus is the only consistency in my life. Being trapped in my dark room all the time, only to be allowed to step out to my balcony to enjoy some fresh air at night, when the world around myself remains in silence, can only be endured because of my dedication to Severus. He’s everywhere in my room…every little piece of my collection feels like a comfort blanket, being woven to grant me solace.

Commissioning art became my passion, my way of consolation. My walls are plastered with framed artwork, which all those talented artists of our beloved Snape Fandom have made for me.

This time, I commissioned something different for the first time. I found the lovely @juanasunfall-blog on Instagram. She’s creating stunning and hilarious comic strips and I absolutely adore her way of drawing our fabulous dungeon bat. I mean, look at this silver strand of hair…I’m melting!!!! 🫠

@juanasunfall-blog, you did a wonderful job with this project and I enjoyed every conversation with you. I’m grateful for your kindness and for the connection, we’ve found to each other. You’re a gem of a human soul, my dear, and I hope, that we will stay in touch! 🥹

🖤 Severus & Julia 🖤

[mo-nee-ta]

Please tell me what are your thoughts about Vera and Franz bonaparta relationship

Keep thinking about Vera who was introduced to us as how Franz saw her a miserable helpless beauty though his paintings about "her* but then we find out how different Vera is from Franz's Vera she was very smart,angry and furious at Franz to the point she wished her children to hate him and kill him.

This could be a reach but is it me or Franz draws Vera with a smaller nose?hmmm

Thank you, Nonnie, I’ve been starving!

This is a topic I have many, many thoughts on. It also started the whole Monita thing because my Lolita radar goes out of the charts every time I think about it. Let’s climb on the tip of the iceberg!  

Before I start, let me share a Martin Amis quote as it’s important for this post: 

Nabokov, in all his fiction, writes with incomparable penetration about delusion and coercion, about cruelty and lies. Even Lolita, especially Lolita, is a study in tyranny.

CW: CSA, kidnapping, imprisonment, misogyny

Appearance

I don’t think the nose remark is a reach at all; it’s a part of Bonaparta’s turning Věra into a piece of art. 

He changes her expression: a fierce and angry Věra turns into the mild, submissive and motherly figure holding a bouquet in her hands. Her features are also modified accordingly; we don’t like diverse nose shapes in our art, everything should be unified.

(On a side note: this is also why I think the twins have small noses—it’s a consequence of Bonaparta manipulating reality through his fiction. He wanted to create the picture-perfect twins after all.) 

Humbert Humbert does a very similar thing: he takes the ordinary little girl Lo and turns her into his fantasy girl. 

Her adorable profile, parted lips, warm hair were some three inches from my bared eyetooth; and I felt the heat of her limbs through her rough tomboy clothes.

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What next? I proceeded to the business center of Parkington and devoted the whole afternoon (the weather had cleared, the wet town was like silver-and-glass) to buying beautiful things for Lo. Goodness, what crazy purchases were prompted by the poignant predilection Humbert had in those days for check weaves, bright cottons, frills, puffed-out short sleeves, soft pleats, snug-fitting bodices and generously full skirts! Oh Lolita, you are my girl, as Vee was Poe’s and Bea Dante’s, and what little girl would not like to whirl in a circular skirt and scanties? 

They change the appearance of their beloveds so that it fits their tastes.

Which brings us to:

Safely solipsized 

Bonaparta imprisons Věra and places his vision of her in a red rose mansion. Humbert Humbert calls Lo his princess with her bodyguard roses (while reading her class list). 

A poem, a poem, forsooth! So strange and sweet was it to discover this “Haze, Dolores” (she!) in its special bower of names, with its bodyguard of roses — a fairy princess between her two maids of honor.

The imprisonment is decorated with banalities: the roses, the princess, the castle. And it’s banal for a very good reason: both Humbert Humbert and Bonaparta don’t know anything about their beloveds. They’re too preoccupied with their visions (and these visions are influenced by external sources; maybe all they are are just poorly made copycats?) to care. 

Lolita had been safely solipsized. The implied sun pulsated in the supplied poplars; we were fantastically and divinely alone; I watched her, rosy, gold-dusted, beyond the veil of my controlled delight, unaware of it, alien to it, and the sun was on her lips, and her lips were apparently still forming the words of the Carmen-barmen ditty that no longer reached my consciousness. 

Crushed hope

Humbert Humbert and Bonaparta crush their beloveds' futures (still, both Lo and Věra fight for their freedom).

To make it more tragic, Humbert Humbert was once hope for a better childhood for Lo.

We don’t know what it looked like for Věra and Bonaparta, but I think there is a chance that there was hope once as well.

Monster is full of crushed hopes: think, for example, about Jan Suk and Filip Zeman or even about Bonaparta and Čapek. But this is something I need to think more about. And because such an important moment between Bonaparta and Vera (at least according to Tenma’s interpretation of it that is shown in the last scene of the story) is when he forces her to choose between her children, I want to read Sophie’s Choice since I’m sure I’ll find even more food for thought there!

[paddlescuddlesbubblesgurgles]

Ideals

My ideal submissive and feedee is smaller than me. Shorter. Not quite as heavy. Someone I can throw around or push over. She would be able to eat a lot, but I still outclass her pretty handily. I want to be her garbage disposal.

I like all manners of submission, but a sub who wants me to take care of her is really special. Planning her days by the hour, picking her clothes, her makeup, her nails, her hair, her meals, how much she eats…removing as much choice and thinking as possible. Removing as many obstacles as I can to allow her to focus on her passions, and looking pretty for me is ideal. If I can enable her to grow and flourish and bloom, then I’ve done my job.

Ideally, she loves praise and being rewarded. She loves doing things I set out for her, and she loves doing things together. She loves completing tasks, making reports, and researching. She also loves games of all kinds, expressing herself through her art(whatever it is), and is certainly a real dorky nerd. She loves eating. She simply must love eating. She must love being trained. I love training submissive a little each day, and introducing them to more and more things I know they will love, and that will maximize their pleasure. She must also love routines. There doesn’t have to be many rules, perhaps just one: listen.

I like being much bigger, 100lbs+ and a foot taller. I want my hands to be massive on her. I want her to feel small and protected, even if she’s really quite huge. I want to tower over her and be able to wrap my arms around her either because they’re so long, or she’s so squishy.

Fat girls always giggle and squeal when you can manhandle them. One of my favorite tricks to pull out of my hat. So what you weigh 300lbs+? I can fling you across the room or hold you where I need you no problem. Really get me going and I may just lift you up. Adrenaline is a powerful thing.

I want to build a space for her around me where she’s heard, celebrated, and made to feel safe. Where her dreams are reality. I want her time around me to feel like a fantasy come to life. If I can make the world revolve around her, I will. I want to spoil her rotten, and then some. I want her to feel open to experimentation, and to trying new things.

I want to completely redefine pleasure for her. Mind shattering orgasms. I want her dedication and devotion to be rewarded. Hours of playing with her until her body can’t take it and she explodes in desire. I want trust, too. If she trusts, I trust, and we go places neither of us ever have. Deep, intense sessions with all manner of new and different kinks we’ve never fully tried, or that require total abandonment of reservation. All in the pursuit of a greater pleasure, and a greater peace together. Ideally, we will be able to play each other like fiddles.

Feedism fits perfectly in this dynamic for me. Stuffing, gaining weight, and pushing limits are all common, and are mirrored in D/S dynamics in general. It also goes hand in hand with pleasure control. Eating in extreme excess simply for enjoyment fits right alongside pushing the body and the mind for maximum pleasure.

Because I like to take care of my submissive, DD/LG dynamics also work well for me. Creating a fun, relaxed, and completely cute environment where thought, choice, and even talking is totally optional and entirely not necessary is easy for me. I love gift giving and planning out activities, so it’s easy for me to create a little space for the submissive. I’m also a total sucker for extreme cuteness.

Ideally we are a 24/7 dynamic as well, and romantic partners. A deep connection made only stronger by placing each other in each other’s hands every day. I’ve only ever had a 24/7 dynamic once, and it redefined what I thought possible.

In my world with my submissive, there IS takesy backsies. Safe words, traffic lights, serious aftercare, and session logs are all regular. To go to these deep places far in our minds and hearts, there must be ways to come out of it, heal from it, or stop it. At any time I want the communication to be open. We can rewind, end, or redefine things as needed to help each other reach these new depths of pleasure. Things can be added or removed at will, and we can fix things that don’t feel right.

In my mind, my submissive is trusting me to take her to places she’s never been in her own mind, and in pleasure as a whole. She’s trusting me to take as much off her mind as possible, so she can be free. I want to do the thinking, and the planning, and the worrying so she doesn’t have to.

thanks for reading!

[fanficshiddles]

Necessary Evil, Chapter 1

So! A prompt I received from red-fish-from-a-pond has become more than just a one shot. I’ve decided to make it into a longer fic...

Prompt: Sarah was young, naive and curious, so she joined what she thought was a nice summer comune. Turns out it was a cult. Made by the god Loki disguised as a mortal (he was bored and wanted to feel adoration again). And this god really liked the new member.

Warnings: Emotional/physical manipulation, cult-like behaviour, obsessiveness.

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Sarah had seen posters all over town for the last month, it was a simple image really, just green horns on a black background with a date at the bottom. It had a QR code, but she had always been wary of scanning it since she didn’t know what it was.

But eventually, curiosity got the better of her. The date at the bottom was today, so she decided to go for it and scanned the code.

It brought her to a website which was quite simple too. It just had one page with information:

Those who are interested in the Norse God, Loki. The God Of Mischief, meet at 24 Robson Way on the date below, at 7pm. We will talk everything Loki. Art and writings of devotion most welcome.

Snacks and refreshments will be available.

‘Huh… so it’s kinda like a commune for Loki. Well, that’s pretty cool.’ She said to herself. She had always been interested in the Norse Gods, and Loki was no exception to that. She had in-fact actually done a drawing of him a few years ago, that she was pretty proud of. Loki had been the first thing she thought of when she’d seen the horned posters around, so it made sense really.

She decided to go along, and she would take the drawing with her. What harm could it be, since she would meet new people. Which she really needed to do, she barely kept in touch with friends from high school. Perhaps this would be a new opportunity for her.

That evening, she made her way to the address from the website. She was a bit unsure when she saw it was an old abandoned building, similar to a warehouse. But when she knocked on the door and it opened itself, curiosity still got the better of her and she stepped inside.

Inside was completely different to the outside. It was pretty welcoming, was one large open space with sofas spread around, a fire pit in the middle of the room and a small kitchen area to one side with a bar. There was around thirty people there, mingling about and talking.

Sarah went over to the nearest group of people, there was four of them. They smiled warmly at her when she approached.

‘Hey, you’re new here.’ One guy said as he put his hand out towards her.

‘Yeah, first time. I’m Sarah.’ She said as she shook his hand.

‘Welcome, Sarah. I’m Matt. This is George, Hanna and Casey.’

‘Nice to meet you all.’ Sarah said with a shy smile. ‘So, how long has this been going on? And what exactly is it?’

‘All your questions will be answered soon when the leader gets here.’ Casey said with a smirk.

‘Ok… Who’s the leader?’ Sarah asked curiously.

‘Loki himself.’ Matt said excitedly.

Sarah raised an eyebrow and laughed a little. ‘Alright, sure. So is he like a cosplayer or something?’

The four of them shared a look. ‘No, the real God, Loki. You’ll see for yourself.’ Hanna said.

Sarah knew they had to be toying with her. Of course it wouldn’t be a God, he wasn’t real. It had to be some cosplayer or something. But she just nodded to go along with it.

She noticed the table near the kitchen had drinks and nibbles, so she made her way over to grab a few bites and a drink, since she skipped dinner.

‘Are you new here too?’ A girl asked as she approached for a drink too.

‘Guilty.’ Sarah smiled at her.

‘I’m Sophie.’ The girl smiled back at her.

‘Nice to meet you, I’m Sarah.’ She shook her hand.

‘I’m getting a weird vibe from this place, yet I am so intrigued.’ Sophie said as she took a few crisps.

‘Yeah, I know what you mean. I am too.’ Sarah said, glad that someone else was feeling the same as she was.

They didn’t have a chance to talk more as suddenly everyone fell silent as a door opened. Sarah turned to look, and from a side door that led to another room out walked a man. An incredibly handsome man. So damn tall, long black hair and the most beautiful features she’d ever seen on a human being. He was wearing a blue shirt with dark jeans and black boots.

As soon as he walked in, his presence just seemed to own the entire room and everyone in it.

And Sarah was hooked.

Everyone gathered around him as he went to the middle of the room, beside the fire pit. So Sarah thought it best to join them, she stood slightly to the side at the back with Sophie.

‘Welcome, everyone. So good to see all the usual faces again.’ He grinned and looked around the room at everyone, when his eyes landed on Sarah, she felt like time stopped and as if he was looking directly into her soul.

‘As most of you know, my name is Loki. And it is wonderful to have so many of my devoted fans here tonight.’ He began walking around a little as he spoke, his walk was so confident. And Sarah was surprised at how mesmerising his voice was.

‘Last week, I left you all with the task of spreading the message, which it seems you’ve all done reasonably well with, considering the few new faces I see here.’ He grinned and looked back at Sarah again, he was slowly making his way towards her as he moved around the room while talking.

‘But it doesn’t stop here. We need to continue to get our message out there, to bring more people in. So we can continue on with our mission.’

Sarah was a bit confused. What mission did he mean?

‘I know this might be a bit confusing for the newbies here.’ He stopped right on front of Sarah, she was craning her neck to look up at him. ‘But not to worry, because all will become crystal clear very soon.’ He grinned down at her and reached out to gently grip her chin, causing her heart to skip a beat.

Many of the people there were jealous of her already at the attention she received from their leader. It wasn’t often he physically touched anyone, if at all.

Loki looked at Sophie and smiled at her as well, then continued on. But Sarah swore she still felt his touch on her chin, her skin was tingling. And he smelled amazing up close, so intoxicating.

‘But before we go into details, let’s relax. Have some fun, eat and drink, relax. Get to know eachother.’

Everyone started clapping, which he clearly liked, though he waved his hands at everyone to go mingle about.

‘Hey, I’ve got a piece of artwork to put on the board, do you?’ Sophie asked Sarah as she motioned to a board at the back wall with various pieces of artwork of Loki.

‘Yeah, I do actually.’ Sarah nodded, trying to get her brain to work again. She couldn’t stop looking over at Loki though as she went with Sophie to the board.

Loki was talking with a couple of people, but he glanced over at Sarah too and smiled a dazzling smile that made her heart skip a beat again.

Sarah took her art out of her bag and pinned it up. It was a water colour, of how she thought Loki would look like. She’d taken some inspiration from various books, but as she stepped back and looked at her work, she realised it wasn’t that far off the Loki that was here. Which she thought was a little spooky.

‘So do you think he’s some major obsessive guy that likes to just act as Loki or he plays him in some play or something maybe?’ Sophie asked her.

‘I’m not sure. This whole thing is a little… odd. Not really what I thought it would be. But then, I wasn’t really sure what to expect.’ Sarah laughed a little nervously.

‘Yeah, me neither.’ Sophie agreed and went off to the side to look at some poems that had been written about Loki.

Sarah was taking in the other artwork, when she suddenly felt a strong presence behind her and tingles shot down her spine.

‘Did you do that one?’ Came Loki’s voice right in hear ear, making her gasp a little as she turned to find him right behind her, looking at her artwork.

‘Ye… Yeah, I did.’

‘It’s wonderful. Thank you.’ Loki smiled widely and looked directly at her. She found his eye contact quite intense, so was unable to maintain it.

‘So uhm… What exactly is the mission you mentioned? And are you a cosplayer of Loki, or what?’ She asked.

Loki chuckled and leaned in a little closer to her. ‘I am the Loki, God of Mischief. Everything will be explained later, as I said… What’s your name?’

‘Sarah…’

‘Well, it’s very nice to meet you, Sarah.’ He said as he took her hand and brought it up to his lips so he could kiss her knuckles, turning her knees to jelly.

‘And welcome to my cult.’ He grinned at her with a wink.

[blissfulstarsfics]

Black and White Chapter 8

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Chapter Rating: M

Pairing: A!A X Female Tav (Non-abusive fic.)

Summary: Astarion starts the week with his palace being broken into by his protégé. Tav is out gathering information on his rivals, which makes him greatly uneased.

Firstday always brings about the terrible return to reality. Work was, as ever, a necessary evil Astarion had to do in order to maintain the lifestyle he had grown accustomed to. Cazador may have left him a sizable fortune, but money was finite whereas the vampire was not. It wasn’t all bad, though. Some of it was quite fun, actually, such as blackmailing key figures in the Counting House or foiling a merchant’s business venture just because he felt like it.

Click!

Had anyone else been sitting at the desk, the sound would be imperceptible. Two feet landed on the floor, not as quiet as he would have liked. Astarion reclined in his chair, listening to the muffled footsteps approach. A small hand snaked its way into his pocket, reaching for his gold.

“You’re improving, Mol.” The young tiefling shot straight up in disbelief. Sometime after the Absolute’s defeat, Astarion briefly reunited with Mol in Nine-Fingers Keene’s Guildhall. She was growing dissatisfied with her position within the guild, due to the adults refusing to take a child seriously.

Their loss would be Astarion’s gain. Over the course of his travels from the nautiloid to Baldur’s Gate, Mol had proven herself time and time again to not only be efficient, but loyal. The group of children refugees she led had her total devotion. The vampire remembered fondly how she stole wine at their victory celebration, only to later sell it for quite the high price.

“How?”  Mol stomped her foot, “I’ve been planning that for a week! I scoped every inch of this place, learned the movements of your people, practiced with the picks, and still got caught.” Astarion listened intently, eventually motioning for her to sit across from him. He leaned forward and rested his chin on folded hands.

“Did you practice your stealth?” He raised his eyebrows, knowing the answer when Mol slumped in the chair. “You may as well have been a bulette when you came through the window. Contract your muscles before you land. Remember to touch your toes down first.” 

Mol stood on the chair, jumping down to perfect her technique. “Oh yeah, I heard the guildies talking about some contraband a big house is bringing in,” another climb up, “Some lady named Jannath is near bankrupt and bringing in traveler’s dust with some mining shipments. It sounds like a big deal.” Another jump. “Nine-fingers wants the stuff out of the city.”

Oh, this was interesting! Astarion remembered how Tav had helped save Lady Jannath’s penniless artist fiance. At the time he was wholly against wasting time on the two of them, but this turn of events made him grateful they did. While the vampire didn’t care one way or the other about the drug being in the city, the leverage he could gain over one of the greater houses was invaluable.

Astarion proudly beamed at Mol. He could see why Raphael was eager to become her patron. At such a tender age she had already mastered the art of blending in unseen. The window lock proved to be no trouble for her too. Indeed, she was shaping up to be a prodigy of criminal mischief.

He didn’t yet know what her final fate would be. Making her a spawn would give him a permanent puppet to run the Guild, but the girl was incredibly ambitious and may try to overthrow him. Leaving her a mortal thrall ran the risk of her losing some of her wits. Both options would be a gamble, it was a matter of which would be the safest bet in the long term. Nevertheless, today she did her job and did it well. 

“That’s enough for now.” Astarion reached into his pocket and flicked a gold coin to the girl. 

“Hehehe, thanks!” Mol deftly caught the coin. Light flickered off its luster as she slid the coin down her fingers. A prodigy indeed. The girl dashed to the window and had one foot on the sill when Astarion stopped her.

“Ah ah ah, manners my dear!” Young she may be, that didn’t excuse breaches of social practices. Mol gave a huff and a bow. Not the obeisance he preferred, however he would let it slide. Children do like to test boundaries. “Very good, my dear. Now have fun today.” Flashing a smile, she hastily exited the way she came in.

The clock chimed three times. Astarion could scarcely believe it was already that late. He determined that a short break was in order. Grabbing a bottle of a locally sourced red vintage, he thought to join Tav in the courtyard. It was around this time that she would train with her swords. He would have a light snack, she would maintain her technique, and he would admire her sweat covered body. Should that admiration lead to other things, so be it.

Upon his arrival, he was disconcerted to find the enclosure empty. No matter, she must be in her room. He knocked on her door. Nothing. Astarion didn’t appreciate not knowing where she was. Stomping through the mansion, he burst into the spawns’ quarters. There Tibbi was, soundly resting in her tiny bunk. 

“Where is your mistress?” The master vampire roughly shook her awake. The maid jumped out of the bed, cowering on her hands and knees.

“She had an appointment with Lady Foxworth today, master! She told me to take the day off.” Tibbi looked like a scared pup, trembling and whimpering. He had forgotten about Analee’s little offer in the park. This wasn’t good. Panicked, Astarion knelt in front of her as she mewled. She recoiled when she felt a hand settle under her chin. 

“And when will she be back?” He yanked her head up, allowing her to see the soft, horrifying red glow in his eyes. Snapping her eyes shut, she held up four fingers.

“My lady will return shortly before four o’clock,” she choked out between sobs. Astarion was about to leave the wretch to her blubbering, when he stopped. Thinking of Tav's words regarding the maid, he saw that she was correct. Tibbi was a mess of nervousness.

“Calm down,” he commanded. Fright melted and limbs steadied. While he did like to strike a certain amount of dread into his spawn, Tav had grown fond of her little maid. He knew if she found out that he made her attendant wet herself groveling, it would stir up unnecessary arguing. Best to avoid that. One day his happiness would be bound to hers, he may as well start compromising now. 

One hour. He could wait one hour for her to return.

~~~~~

Earlier that day.

The Foxworth estate was smaller in size than the Crimson Palace, which was unsurprising to Tav. What was surprising was how opulent the interior was. The manor’s inhabitants were minor nobles, but the way it was decorated suggested wealth on par with families like Belt or Portyr. It was becoming clear to her why Astarion became interested in a seemingly insignificant house. 

The ladies had tea in the drawing room. The walls were littered with embroideries similarly detailed to the one Tav had been shown a few days prior. Analee took as much pride in her craft as Tav did in hers. They sipped on an expensive imported tea while they chatted the afternoon away. So far, the only new thing learned was that the matron of the house was exceptionally lonely. She went on and on as if she had no other friend who would give her the time of day.

Something was off about the house, though. The minute she was inside, she felt something infernal happening within the walls. Tav’s attention became divided between reaping information from the exchange and figuring out what hellish forces were at work here.

Another distraction came in the form of a lush garden, viewable from the room’s tall windows, boasting plants not native to the sword coast. The moss covered rocks and trees littering the ground gave the enclosure a forested feel not seen in the city. Analee couldn’t help noticing Tav’s admiration. 

“Shall we migrate? The foliage is even better looking up close.” She struggled getting up. Her breathing was worsening, now sounding wet and phlegmy. Tav took hold of her arm, helping her to her feet. 

“Are you all right?” Tav gently rubbed her back. Without warning, the door had been burst open by an energetic boy. He leaped over the couch to encase his mother in a bear hug.

“Mom! Mom! Mom! Guess what!” The boy jumped up and down, barely containing his excitement. Analee stifled her coughs well enough to converse with her son. 

“Yes, my heart?” 

“My team won the kickball game!” Young Carlo had expected to be showered in praise, however he instead received a scowl. 

“Playing games when you should be studying?” The boy hung his head, but his mother wasn’t finished, “Your tutor is testing your mathematics in three days and you’re playing kickball? Son, you leave for boarding school next month. You need to be ready!” Analee pointed in the general direction of his room, silently ordering him to march back upstairs. Hands on hips, she shook her head, “This is what I get for being too lackadaisical. I let him rule the roost for years and now he’s failing in his basic subjects. It’s such a terrible burden for one so young, but I won’t be around forever and he’s my only child. My lumber business will fall to him. He needs to be ready for that when the time comes.”

Bells started ringing in Tav’s head.

“Your business?” She asked. Quickly, a plot formed in her head. One she aimed to set into motion that very afternoon. If all went well, her lord would surely be pleased.

~~~~~

Tick tick tick tick.

Four o’clock. She was to be back at four o’clock. It was now six o’clock. Where was she? Astarion paced the mansion’s halls, fidgeting and mumbling to himself. Going through his head were all the horrible ways she could be hexed, cursed, or worse. He saw a dark figure briefly flit by in the window, but when he looked onto the dusky hued streets it was only a hooded footman. 

Tick tick tick tick.

Unable to contain his fury, he picked up the damned, ticking clock and smashed it against the wall. Gears and springs flew in every direction as thralls and spawn alike ducked, squealing in terror. One of the wooden shards managed to lodge itself into the legs of one of the housemaids carrying coal to the parlor. Now, on top of the disquietude, he had to deal with his hardwood floors being singed.

“Well?” He mockingly addressed the rest of them, “Are we going to let our home burn or are we going to clean this up?” Scurrying to their feet, they managed to get rid of the smoldering embers before they could cause lasting damage. As for the maid? You know what? Fuck her. She shouldn’t have been there anyway. Astarion could see his spawn salivating at the crimson oozing from her well defined calf. 

“Take her underground. Dispose of her when you’re done.” A few sets of chilly hands carried the bewildered girl off to her grizzly fate. 

He sharply spun around when heard the doorknob twist behind him. To his relief, Tav walked in. Finally, she was home. She was where he could keep her safe.

“Where in the hells have you been?” He shouted, patting down her body, jerking her limbs about, “Are you alright? Did you run into that bastard’s warlock?” Tav looked over his shoulder at the damaged state of the foyer. Eyes wide and mouth agape, she peered over the scattered cogs, the lightly scorched floor, and…

“Astarion?!?” Why is there a massive hole in the wall?!?” One hand pointed to the crumbling plaster, the other to the bloodstain and soot, “What happened here?” 

“Answer me! Are. You. Alright?” His mind was one-track at this point.

“Yes, I’m fine. Now answer me,” she mimicked him, “What. Happened. Here?” Heat surged through his core, unappreciative of the imitation. He pointed a quaking finger, teeth snarled.

“Perhaps if you came home when you told Tibbi you were coming home, this wouldn’t have happened.” 

“Are you blaming this on me?” She scoffed, “You ungrateful prick. And after everything I set up for you today.” Tav examined the back of her hand, her mannerisms indicating that she had something to share. A secret she was now refusing to hand over. Rather, she smiled insolently as she walked upstairs.

The ascendant felt like he’d been slapped in the face. Did she really just walk away like that? Fuming, he ran up the stairs and slammed the door shut behind him. The impact of the mahogany pounding against the frame set Tav’s instincts into motion. Immediately, she took a defensive stance, one hand reaching for her swords. 

How insulting. No, not just insulting. Hurtful. 

“Do you really think I would harm you?” 

“You’re scaring me, Astarion.” No more bravado. The ascendant stood at his full height, nose in the air. He took her chin in his forefinger and thumb, taking care to not be rough. 

“You had me scared all afternoon, I suppose that makes us even. Do you have any idea what could have happened to you today? My spawn had reported that the place is teeming with infernal magic and now we know it’s from that woman, whatever her name was,” he waved his hand, “In any case, she’s a warlock. You are never returning there, am I clear?”

Tav swatted his hand away, “Who are you to tell me where I can and cannot go? Also, you knew about a warlock and failed to tell me? And,” she interrupted herself laughing, “after eight months in the hells, you thought I would be so weak and powerless against someone like her? A basic warlock with her basic infernal arts. You of all people should know better.”

That, he couldn’t deny. But, neither could he deny how he felt. For two centuries he knew nothing except pain, humiliation, fear, hunger, and subservience. Why did no one understand that all he wanted was to keep safe the one good thing that came into his anguished existence? The one person who understood him, who didn’t judge him, who cared for him? The one who rescued him from that misery by helping him ascend? The one person he loved.  

“Anyway,” she cleared her throat, “I’ve enacted a plan that will take about a decade to come to fruition. Long story short, Analee Foxworth is dying. Her husband is having his warlock mistress use her powers to imitate an illness of the lungs, so he can take over her fortunes. Or he would have if I hadn’t used my charismatic charms to convince her to have her lawyer draw up a last will and testament that left all her money in a trust for her son.”

He cocked his head, “Her fortunes?” 

“Yes. His lordship entered the marriage after his house fell to ruin. It’s her ladyship that holds the purse.”

 Astarion blinked rapidly, taking the whole thing in. This whole time it was her who held the money? He hadn’t been able to learn the lord’s source of vast wealth, now it made sense.  Inwardly, he chastised himself for overlooking something so blatant. 

“And he won’t see a copper of it when she dies?” Oh, this was delicious.

“I was able to convince her that he didn’t deserve it. After years of maltreatment, why should he live the good life off her hard work?” 

“Without her money to play with, the lower city will be mine.” He could see it now, his vast network spreading into every corner of Baldur’s Gate. More and more would soon be answering to him.

“His lordship will be given a livable stipend of course, mhm,” her face morphed into something diabolic, “However, there is the matter of her son. This is where the plan gets tricky. We will need to use some discretion, some finesse. I was able to persuade her to leave guardianship of her dear little one to her newest best friend, should tragedy strike and he became orphaned.” 

Astarion threw his hands up in protest, “Hold on, I’m not playing house with some random child!”

“Even if it meant controlling the city’s entire lumber industry?” Tav crossed her arms smugly.

“What?” It took him a few seconds to process what he’d heard.

“Oh yes. All of it. Think about it. His mother dies, we kill his father, and all that is ours. What’s more, the boy is work shy. I’ll foster that mentality, ensuring he won’t want his destined burden, then we do him the ultimate favor of letting him sell that pesky old family firm to us for a sum generous enough to let him gallivant across Faerun worry free.”

“Darling, that is pure evil. Manipulating a child!” Astarion wasn’t sure if he should be happily surprised or slightly disgusted. Never would he admit it, but he had a soft spot for children.

“I promised Analee I would look after the health and happiness of her son and ensure her family’s legacy never died out. I never specified how. What’s more, the boy won’t suffer. Quite the opposite,” Tav looked into the distance, dreamy eyed, her smile widening, “Ah, I think when all is said and done, we should celebrate by burning down the docks and charging double for repair materials.” 

Well, the day was certainly coming to a magnificent close. First, the information on Lady Jannath, now the plot for controlling essential resources. And this was only the beginning. Tav beamed proudly, as she should. What she had accomplished in this one afternoon pushed them forward to his goals much faster than originally planned. Yet, he still would have preferred she not do it.

“While I do appreciate your efforts, and believe me I do, don’t ever do this again, darling.” Astarion cupped her face in his hands, “Even if it sets us back centuries, don’t place yourself in harm's way. If you detect danger, leave. Find me. I can replenish my wealth, rebuild the palace, construct a new web, but I cannot replace you. ” 

A single tear fell into the crease between his hand and her cheek. “Do you really mean that, my lord?” 

Silly girl. He wiped the saline liquid away and took her hand. Astarion guided her through the palace to the balcony which overlooked Baldur’s Gate. The full moon casted a silvery glow on the rooftops, contrasting with the golden hearth light coming from the homes of the lower city.

“Do you see all this?” He stretched his hand over the expanse, “My sole endeavor is to make this city ours. ” He took care to emphasize “ours.” Let there be no mistaking his intentions. Tav was, at first, bewildered at the revelation, but he could see that she was quickly warming to the idea. As she gazed upon the city below, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back into his chest. 

“Ours, forever, my love,” he whispered into her ear. Tav’s body stiffened.

“Forever. As your spawn?” She turned her head sharply.

“You wouldn’t just be some spawn - you’re far more than that to me. My dark consort. My right hand. My most beloved spawn.” Sincere as his words were, Tav still wasn’t convinced.

“A beloved slave is still a slave.” She knew full well what it meant to be a vampire’s spawn. To submit to him meant he would have control over her, that he would effectively own her as Cazador once did with him. 

“Don’t be like that, darling. If I had wanted to enslave you, I would have done so by now. Heh, I’ve had plenty of opportunities. No, this will be your choice. When you are ready to accept this immortal gift, all you need to do is ask.” He released his hold on her and went back inside the palace. The proposal was made, now all that remained was to see when his beloved would accept. Yes, when and not if. Who would refuse eternity with the vampire ascendant?

[the-martyrfication-of-the-matron]

can i ask for a quick rundown of your mcd and/or mystreet rewrite? i’m a new follower and a tiny bit lost 😭

Ah, Ofc!! this will be a long post, because you said 'quick' and i just heard 'explain everything'. just because I don't know HOW to summarise everything, so I just explain what I can... which is too much.

each section will have a TL;DR if it's long, though.

So, the only rewrite I’ve actually, like, done so far is Amaranth (https://archiveofourown.org/works/31310384)

It’s an MCD rewrite, the first one I did, and it’s not **technically** related to my overall rewrite universe, though I’m not going to totally discredit it. It’s where I got a lot of my ideas, and it was sort of a first draft for me. It’s very similar to MCD, just with events changed to how I would have written them myself. Major change is that the Zane/aphmau engagement actually goes somewhere. My favourite change was the Pikoro arc tho for some reason bc it was just my first significant deviation from the original plot.

Now… cannibalism and cult stuff, yeah?

(Don’t read past this point if you are uncomfortable with discussions of human-on-human meat/organ consumption)

Lycoris Radiata (https://archiveofourown.org/works/50710504) is the only part of this current era of rewrite!Aphverse that has any content so far.

TL;DR for this section: i mostly just emphasised themes present in canon, there's cannibalism for magical reasons, Shad is more relevant early on, and there's a reason why characters look like that when i draw them, i promise. Also, cult stuff!

LR is an MCD rewrite, which has some lore changes. It begins with Avra (Aphmau) travelling with Visher, Garroth being angsty, and so on. Only the prologue and first chapter are currently posted, and you don't need to read Amaranth to begin it (though it will follow similar storylines later on). Basically, the main premise is that it’s kind of a criticism of imperialism, organised religion, and so on. Those are themes already present in original MCD, and so I… expanded. Blood Magic is the main magic focused on as well. It's the kind that Avra uses, and it's the kind that makes SKs function. Avra has to consume blood and meat (typically organ meat, preferably human) in order to have any amount of magic, and depending on what creature the meat comes from, also grants her some fun little magical extras. She also has a strong association with Judgement(Shad) in my rewrite, and there is a reason I draw them so often together. Most character changes you'll see have some lore-based backing for it. Characters who are made darker-skinned, or have had their haircolour changed, it's typically due to them belonging to a particular ethnic group that i made for Ru'Aun or Tu'La, which does impact their characters in the way that they obviously grew up under certain cultures. Sometimes it'll just be because I think it looks cool, or for visual/thematic parallels with another character. If you're ever curious as to knowing why i have certain characters looking the way I do, then just ask. Oh, also, people aren't just loyal to Avra because she's nice. there's like an actual cult thing that begins happening and to say there's some weird shit with that would be... underselling it.

A Royal Tale, and Mermaid Tales both fall into the timeline between LR and the MyS rewrite. they're quite insignificant series, but i decided to devote myself to being a completionist.

My plans for them aren't really set in stone yet, but I know i want to expand upon them and their lore a lot more, and they will eventually both fall into the, uh, cannibalism and murder theme of the rest of the rewrites. they'll likely be little side projects. I have trauma from ART tho. Show makes me *uncomfy*

Mystreet.... yayyyy...

No official name for the rewrite yet, I'm working on it.

TL;DR: If you let an edgy teenager write MyS but they also watched desperate housewives so they write some sitcom episodes on the side. Also, Avra needs that gross-tasting nailpolish that stops you from chewing on your nails... but like... all over her body.

Basically, MyS except they've always been reincarnations of their MCD (or LR, in this case) selves, with some residual trauma and habits because of that. I'm going to lean more into the darker seasons, even though Ik popular opinion is that the light-hearted ones were the best, and I'll just focus more on lore and stuff. PDH has a 17 year old Avra joining PDH, after being homeschooled for a while due to having some mental health issues. I'm going to go a little more 'general highschool drama' vibes, might have some mystery shit idk. Will be less cringe than canon, because yes, i'm cringe and i'm free, but even i have limits. The more lighthearted seasons might just be amalgamed into one big 'sitcom style' fic, which will be set before S4 and such, but i'll probably make lighthearted chapters between the serious ones. S4, Aphmau's Year, S5, S6 and Her Wish will be my main priority, and will go into the whole murder and cannibalism theme of LR. It'll already have been kind of expanded upon, because MyS!Avra has a bit of a habit of auto-cannibalism (eating the skin around her nails/on her fingers, on the inside of her cheeks and on her lips) which eventually just... goes a little crazy. There is gonna be cult stuff in MyS too, it just might present differently to how it does in LR. Or maybe similarly. Idk, depends on how you view it.

[humming-pokemon-helpers]

“So, Vanilla, what have you been up to? You’ve been awfully quiet lately.”

Excellent question, person I made up in my head. I’ve been watching each and every one of the Pawmark Dash to Delibird Day movies released in The Year Of The Twin Dragons 2023. There are 42 of them, which deeply unsettles me.

But unfortunately I dedicated myself to the art of cataloguing Pawmark movies when I was a much sadder and lonelier Zorperson, and I’m too stubborn to quit now. (That, and they’re a guilty pleasure; sue me.)

So, below the cut is my ratings of some of them. About 10. Not all 42, I still have some semblance of a life. I did watch all of them though, so I guess if there's any Pawmark enthusiasts who really need to know my thoughts, you can send me an ask? Or you can ask me in-person. At my New Year's party. Which is still happening tomorrow. (Psst. Here's a link if you're interested: https://discord.gg/PkmkQEVF)

1. Celebi With You: Young career businesswoman comes back to her old hometown devoted to Delibird Day and nothing else. Grandpa asks her to take over the shop. She refuses because she has a career. Local childhood-friend-man in flannel gets sad. A Celebi takes her back in time to watch her grandparents’ romance as they open the shop. She changes her mind, gets with the male lead in a very rushed side plot, everyone’s happy.

This one’s a shaky 5/10. Points for not focusing the modern romance first and foremost, but it’s so sloppily done. There's no lead-up to the kiss. And I mean, it's Pawmark. There usually isn't. But give us some level of flirtation! Grandma and gramps are cute, though. Shame grandma’s dead for no reason other than “there must be at least one dead relative in a Pawmark movie”. Also, the CGI Celebi looks TERRIBLE. Like, eye-bleedingly so. That is an onion and a few pipe cleaner legs. I know they can’t get a real Celebi, but at least get a Ditto instead!

2. A Little Holiday Maschiff: The obligatory “turn your brain off and watch cute puppies” movie. Female lead recently lost her Stoutland. Somebody leaves a box of Maschiff puppies on her step in the winter cold. She takes them to the “hunk” at the Pokémon shelter, because she’s not ready to open her heart again, but the shelter’s on the brink of being shut down. They co-pup-parent and create a Delibird Day Pokémon Pageant to fundraise and save the shelter. Get in a fight because the male lead thinks she’s actually trying to get the shelter sold. They make up. They kiss. They adopt like 3 Maschiff puppies. The end.

8/10, but not because of the plot. The “fight” they have is absolutely idiotic. No, the reason I say 8/10 is because I can understand everything those little Maschiff have to say and their commentary is worth their weight in gold. Even if 90% of it is “Am I a good boy? Can I go for a walk after this? Why am I in a box again?”. So good. 4/10 for anybody who doesn’t understand Pokémon. At least the puppies are still cute to look at.

3. Snow Warning: Short summary here because it’s so generic. F!Lead gets caught in once-in-a-lifetime blizzard on her way home. Flight cancelled. Has to share a hotel room with smarmy male lead who looks down on her job as a novelist (and is also a wildly successful businessman). The two roadtrip their way down to F!Lead’s hometown so she can go see her sick dad. Grow a begrudging respect. Eventually they kiss for some reason. Also there’s a side-plot about how the guy actually pissed off an Abomasnow and caused the whole thing, but that wasn’t really interesting. ...Somehow. How do you mess that up?

2/10. The chemistry’s off. I get going for “you hate me so bad you want to kiss me” tension, but it really just comes off like the female lead ought to sock her "date" in the face already. Instead we get a weak “Sorry I called your books stupid. I read one page of your debut novel and it’s not. Can we kiss now?”. Yawn. Also, he never apologizes for the whole Abomasnow thing, which seems like a pretty massive oversight? If we're being realistic here, that's getting held over that man's head for at least a good five years.

4. Sawsbuck’s Greetings: A movie focused around the female lead, who runs a Sawsbuck farm that’s been passed down for generations, and the male lead, who kicks puppies for a living and wants to put a golf course there. But don’t worry, he learns after she makes a deal with him that if he stays on the farm for 30 days and doesn’t see the value of it, he can buy it. Because that’s how buying real estate works. The guy actually has some traumatic history with Pokémon that the saintly female lead helps him overcome. He cuts ties with his company, moves into the Sawsbuck farm, and they have the Pawmark Kiss.

3.5/10 for me. Not even the bored Sawsbuck save this (they are so, so bored). There’s no interesting side characters anywhere! No life! Also, I will say it once again: love does not heal trauma. They try to make it seem like this man goes from erring 50 feet away from “those horrid beasts” to snuggling up with a Deerling in the early AM all thanks to a woman's love. That is not how that works. Get therapy. (I say this knowing full well I would not be as critical if it were gay. Know your biases, folks.)

5. The Chingling Ring: This is one of their “Deli-Day Wedding” movies. A sequel to last year’s “The Chingling Sing”. Female lead gets cold feet about marrying male lead. They nearly break up to all of their friends’ constant dismay. But the woman's Chimecho works with her fiance to gather 25 Chingling to show her 25 places all key to her relationship with her soon-to-be husband. Of course he’s waiting at the 25th, they kiss, make up, happy wedding, baby at the end of it.

Surprisingly, a 6.5/10. The concept is a decent one, if only they didn’t have to stick to 25 arcdamn places instead of… five? Even 12, if you’re looking for something holiday-like but smaller. Each place gets no focus at all, because of course they don’t. It’s an 80-minute movie! The gesture is really romantic though. Chingling are so so adorable. And the male lead is genuinely sympathetic throughout. Just… agh, the rush. Also, do we always need a baby at the end of the wedding ones?

6. Special Delivery: Sort of a mystery movie, on the first female lead's side. (Yes, 1/2!) She, a detective, starts receiving mysterious gifts via Delibird from a ‘secret admirer’. Determined to figure out more, she goes on a hunt through the specifics of the gifts, the places they’re ordered from, and even tracks a Delibird itself. Along the way, she keeps confiding in her best friend, the second lead, about the situation. First lead thinks it's from her coworker, but no, it's a red herring. Lo and behold, it turns out the gifts are secretly coming from... the second lead! There’s a decent coming out/confession scene, which is a compliment for a film studio where movies are produced in 5 weeks. Pawmark Kiss. End film. (Too soon.)

I promise this is not just my lesbian bias (it is), but 7/10. The two leads truly understand the power of pining. Of yearning! …The gift situation is so blatantly obvious that it very much feels like the movie spins its wheels for a while, though. I feel like they were trying to have a twist, because the male lead's pretty heavily marketed, but he also falls flat as a character other than "hey, he's there, and he probably likes you". As a result, though, I thought I was going insane for thinking the leads had chemistry for the first 50 minutes until this film fully vindicated me, something that is incredibly rare with a Pawmark movie. They’d better make a sequel. That’s up-front about its being gay, and at least halfway decent.

7. Deck The Royal Halls: What would Pawmark be without its annual foreign prince movie. This time from the made-up kingdom of “Britain”. Where are they even pulling these names from now? Bog-standard, except the two leads also have to work together to handle the King getting possessed by the legendary Calyrex along the way. Because apparently the “old family heirloom” Hometown Female Lead brings as a gift to His Highness is actually its crown. Anyways, Calyrex demands the two of them get married in the name of the kingdom. They waver on this in some royal courtship, get into a fight, and eventually agree. Happily ever after.

4.5/10: This movie is so cluttered. There’s no good justification for why the female lead is there, why her family has this ancient treasure, and why it is so absolutely crucial she marry The Prince. Calyrex’s VA is very funny during the possession scenes though. So the movie gets an extra point. Calyrex trying to give Mr. Prince Guy a confession pep talk is genuinely one of the better written comedy bits I’ve seen on the channel in a while. Shame the CGI for Calyrex is... not very good. There's no way its head is that big.

8. A Champion Chrismas: So this is what they've had Champion Leon up to since he lost his title. The Battle Tower and paying him to take part in mass-produced rom-coms. Anyways, unfortunately for the female lead, who is absolutely trying her best, this movie is entirely about Leon--or Levi, and how the self-insert (AKA, female lead) saves him from his battling slump when he comes home for the holiday season to his totally-not-Postwick small town with his totally-not-Hop little brother. (who is, actually, played by Hop Laventon. How did they get all of these people???) Anyways, the female lead shows Le-whoever the "joy of Delibird Day" again, they kiss, Le-guy wins a big championship match with his Charizard for her and shouts her out on live TV.

6/10, purely because it's fun to see how non-acting celebrities deal with acting. Also, this is 100% somebody's Leon x Reader fanfiction that got brought to Pawmark's writing room and approved without a second thought. I love that for whoever that was. (Though pretending that definitely isn't Leon and he totally isn't dating Raihan is a bit ingenuous.) Anyways, the writing sucks. The poor heroine is the epitome of a self-insert, for very obvious reasons. But I will admit, I can see why Leon has so many fangirls. He's great at playing that sort of "charming, down to earth" guy. His little brother's pretty good at acting too! Even if he really got shoved to the side for the sake of the love plot. Always seems to be the case for that poor kid...

9. Operation: Present: A movie about... Santa from the future? I think somebody saw Iron Bundle and ran away with it a bit too much. (Also, they have a real Iron Bundle there. This scares me.) Anyways, in this movie, Santa's son appears in front of a social media "influencer" with an Iron Bundle and tells her that if she doesn't convince the world Santa is real, they'll fall into a dark timeline...? I'm so lost as to who wrote this. Is this still Pawmark? I guess it's tangentially Delibird Day-related. Anyways, these two go on a... social media campaign... to spark belief in Santa. Livestreams, Chatters, anything a 60-year-old exec believes is part of social media usage, it's there. But actually, Ms. Influencer doesn't even believe in Santa herself, so they get in this big fight, until Santa's Son gets this notification that Christmas is saved or whatever. They make up. They kiss. I am so lost.

2/10, I am relatively sure this movie was made by drawing ideas out of a hat? And shoving them together? So it's a time-travel, social-media, robot-Delibird, Santa's son, romance movie? Why did they not pick an angle. Any one of those could have worked as an angle. As it is, I feel like I'm going insane even trying to describe the plot. ...And yet I feel as though I know several people this could happen to. Such is the reality of our multiverse.

10. Don't Have A Bird: Okay, they clearly used all of their ideas on the last movie. Because this one is about a woman who works at an Unfezant tip line. As in, a tip line on how to cook Unfezant at the holidays. (Which feels more like a Thanksgiving movie, but I digress!) And a man. Who is trying to cook an Unfezant. That's... the entire plot. The whole thing. Though the woman is also secretly romancing the man in real life! ...And on... the Unfezant tip line. That feels like a blatant violation of phone line policy, but what do I know! The Unfezant Guy feels betrayed by this until The Unfezant Girl brings by a perfect Unfezant, and the day is saved. Hooray.

1.5/10. Who wrote this. Who approved this. Why is it about an arcdamn Unfezant Tip Line. How far down do you have to dig for this idea. Who in the writing room called in to figure out how to unfuck their completely dry, flavorless Unfezant, and thought "You know what would be romantic?" On the bright side, absolutely none of the actors take this movie seriously, thus warranting an extra .5 points. They earned it. Nothing else did. (//Mod note. Based on a real fucking Hallmark movie.)

[t0adst00l]

Here’s some world building I’ve been working on recently!

The Red Queen and the motif of chess and playing cards in AiW got me thinking about the other rulers of Wonderland! I like to think they each rule an equal sect of Wonderland and cooperate peacefully but in their own unorthodox ways. The top left is of course our Red Queen, the top right is the Sovereign of Spades (Any pronouns), the bottom left is the Duchess of Diamonds (she/they), and the bottom right is the King of Clubs (he/him)

The Red Queen/Queen of Hearts ♥️

We know the most about the Red Queen’s court from the show/other media. The people in her court are team players, excel in social skills, and love being there for others. The main focus in the Red Queen’s court is the arts and healing; creativity flourishes in things like parties, plays, and concerts. Nothing is too ambitious of an endeavor when done in the pursuit of artistic expression. However, sometimes residents of this court can be a little touchy at times, and spontaneity can lead to poor execution in the end.

The Sovereign of Spades ♠️

The Court of Spades is a very militant and valor-centric state full of people with warrior hearts. Think of them as Wonderland’s Mandalorians, they prove their worth in friendly sparring matches, and uphold a very strict code of honor. The height of achievement is winning in battle, or losing with the scars to prove you fought. Being injured in sparring/battle earns you the highest honors. Even though the citizens of this court come off as a little brooding and intimidating at first, they enjoy a good deal of celebration (when it’s earned of course) and party hard when they do. Events like fencing, jousting, boxing, wrestling, and martial arts are common in the court of Spades. The downside to this court is the physical demand it puts on its people; training for hours a day, getting hurt during sparring, and even paralyzation or death.

The Duchess of Diamonds ♦️

The Court of Diamonds focuses heavily on intellect, appearances, and devotion. Residents in this court love learning new things no matter what it is, and pride themselves in their range of know-how. Academia is the height of civilization here, and there are schools everywhere dedicated to all types of trades. Spelling bees, scholarly debates/discussions, and quests to recover historical objects are often held by the court of Diamonds. Open-mindedness and the willingness to see new perspectives is greatly appreciated by the people here. The downside to the Court of Diamonds is that if one struggles with things like attention span or performance anxiety during tests, they will fall further and further down the social hierarchy. People who struggle to perform well academically experience greater pressure and sometimes ostracism by their peers in fear they won’t be caught up with their ability.

The King of Clubs ♣️

The court of Clubs is ruled with hard work, dedication, and follow-through. Agriculture is the main occupation for most of those who inhabit this court. Your keep is earned by an honest day’s work, and leisure is meant to be a private, almost shameful activity. Like the Court of Spades, athleticism is also enjoyed recreationally by its people. The quality and quantity of one’s work is their source of pride and worth. This is the court Clover is originally from; she found the demand by her peers to do her absolute best at all times to be paralyzing. Her unorthodox methods mixed with her eclectic way of thinking made her feel out of place amongst her fellows. She still struggles with setting her standards higher than she’s able to reach, but being in the Red Queen’s court helps her take a step back and breathe. The downside to this court is of course the crushing expectations, especially at the expense of personal injury. If you aren’t working as hard as you can, then you’re wasting your time with whatever else you may be doing instead.

If anyone wants to make their own AiW OC based on the courts I’ve designed I would absolutely love to see them! Please tag me so I can see it :)

[verdantglow]

asking you some easier questions. (or hopefully)

who's your favourite troll or troll pairing to write/think about?

also whats pearly up to in this au?

(also to be abundantly clear its still me, your loyal asker, ive just changed my username, i have not abandoned you i promise)

The Mummbo-Griann-Scar combo/group is probably the one I think about the most, though I also have a lot of love for my other disaster trio, Cleaoh-Eethos-Bedubs. Which is funny because I’m not a huge Clethubs person generally (nothing against it! I don’t think poorly of it or anything, I actually like it, it’s just not Ver-bait.). But there’s something about these two blue bloods that everyone finds scary & their blustering but generally amicable bronze blood quadrant mate, & the fact that if you dare touch their low blood, they will completely fuck you up. (They consider themselves in a stable 3-way auspistism, but, because this an AU made by my queer ass self, they tend to drift around the quadrants a bit. Nothing as…. Intense as Scar & Griann, but sometimes one of them will be feeling pale or flushed towards another & they just roll with it like it’s nbd. & occasionally, Bedubs lets Eethos & Cleo drift a bit more pitch. You know. As a treat.)

Relatedly, I personally subscribe to the thought that an auspistism can be either two or three trolls: you’ve got dynamic auspistices, where they generally act as this meme for each other

& then there’s stable auspistisms, where one party is consistently auspistizing for two others. I can’t back this up at all with Homestuck canon, but it was a fairly common head canon for a bit back in the day & I like it so in the AU it goes!

Anyway, back to the question. It’s really funny, because I’m sooooo hype for so many of the characters & spend so much time thinking about all of them, but I just keep drawing Eethos instead of any of the many other trolls I still need to make art for. I think it’s because his cartoon moose antlers delight me so. (Also there’s just something about characters with pale/white hair that gets me every time. Every single ship I’ve ever been properly feral for has included at least one pale haired dude & I still cannot figure out why. Also they all have red eyes. Fuck.) (Note: I’m not including Scarian in that because while I am devoted to Scarian, it’s not like how I am over SmallEtho. I am unhinged about those two lol.) (Nevermind, my fiancé just pointed out that my first ever ship— Zutara—didn’t include a pale haired dude with red eyes, just every single one since then.)

Okay, so Pearle. From what I’ve got figured out, she starts out on the same ship as Scohtt, Jimmie, Martyn, & Wrehnn, as she & Scohtt are moirails at that point. Post-Double Life, Pearle ends up a bit sour about how Scohtt acted towards her, & winds up deciding to spend some time on another ship. For a while she hangs out with Bigbee on his tiny transport ship, but it is, you know, tiny, so Bigbee introduces her to Gem, a defected Alternian military officer who is currently wandering space doing piracy. Pearle & Gem hit it off & Pearle joins Gem on her (slightly) larger ship.

After Limited Life, they both move on to the Tangoh-Impuls-Skizzl ship for a variety of reasons. For one, they want to be more connected to Pearle, & eventually Gem’s, VLARP friends & honestly the crew of that ship has the least amount of nonsense happening out of anyone. But also, Gem’s ship doesn’t have the speed that Impuls can make happen, & the Alternian military isn’t taking too kindly to Shiny Duo’s piracy & connections to the resistance. So, when Gem’s ship gets burned (as in it is no longer capable of going undetected), it’s the last straw pushing them to join up with another group. As of post-Secret Life, the five of them are all still living harmoniously on the ship together, though they sometimes have additional guests (mostly Jimmie but Bedubs as well).

As for what Pearle is doing outside of where she lives, crime, mostly. She helps Gem with piracy for a while & once they properly join the resistance, Pearle runs a lot of operations type stuff.

A fun fact about Pearle: She is actually also a mutant like Griann, though hers presents as moth wings she keeps hidden & secret.

[sanitytomychaos]

So as I’m taking a brake from playing BG3… a thought came to mind

What was are Dark Urge like before the betrayal of there sister? What made them the apple of their fathers eye and why did Gortash like you more than they tolerate Orin?

So me being me I looked up Bhaal and read a little about him.

About dear old Pa….

He’s a neutral evil god. (In 5e)

He’s Lawful evil in BG3

He’s the god murder in BG3

He was a god murder and the hunt (amung other things in D&D)

He’s was that guy in D&D that wanted to murder everything so THE MURDER HOBO

He was petty Because he lost to Bane and a Merkel, and therefore he had to be the god of murder.

From what ever art I’ve seen of him, we did not get are looks from him at all.

He also impregnated many woman as well to carry his seed. So that’s why You and Orin are half siblings (sisters in my case) and then I learned they were wiped out… well clearly the missed some here. So it’s either we are really flipping old.

(Wait does this mean we are demigods???????)

Anyway you were described as the perfect one… why ? Was it because you were not as unhinged as your sister? The one who took pleasure in murdering her victims in a chaotic insanity?

And are you the one that just enjoys the hunt that leads to your murder? And you’re not as unhinged as your sister hens why is easier to talk to you and have a conversation, and not blurt out you want to murder the person who you’re talking to.

You to your father.

Du (calling her Posie, cuz putting Durge is weird…) she was his fine crafted tool, she was perfect one, she didn’t complain and did her work. She was the “point and kill with out questions asked”

She was devoted and not crazy. No crazy makes you miss all the fine detailed of your kill. Makes you miss and appreciate the murder. How it was done, why it was done.

And you know why it was done, and it brakes you. That’s why you are the favorite he wants you to suffer as you do the deed so you know, each soul you take will haunt you and curse and scream your name.

But he forsakes you once your mind is corrupted by the Tav pole, his voice isn’t there any more to keep constantly whispering. The butler is his way of trying to get Posie back. This is the only way he can help to get his daughter back. To give you gifts and rebuild you.

And since you were “perfect” before. The fall you didn’t need the butler…

But never answer your questions.

That’s what I think…

BEFORE EVERYTHING

Relationship with Orin..

I wanna think Posie (okay pocket we get it she’s the Du) and Orin were sisters ( well duh pocket) .

Posie tried to be good sister to Orin, cuz she wanted a family or have some sort of family, but Orin made it very had to do so. They were two deferent sides of the same coin.

But there were small moments? Like Orin would listen to Posie as she reads something out loud. And then listen to Posies questions on the “holy” scriptures to Bhaal as alot of it was hogwash.

“He wants blood in his name, nothing more or less. Just that”

Orin complains that Posie is not. Doing things right and she does the same to Orin.

Share a meal together…

( they are both cannables, only fact I will stay with in the game cannon the other stuff is…. I’m sorry I draw the line of necrophilia and incest tendencies, This game has no chill at all man).

It would be a “hey I turned this Drow into a roast what do you think? Too much garlic or its not enough sage?”

Yes full on Hannibal’s here with the cooking…of humanoid meats. There’s even a part in the game were you can eat said meats in the goblin camp and it heals you by a lot…

I can see Posie just be “Orin that hand was in piss, do not- “

“Orin do not put that in your mouth!”

Orin proceeds to eat the hand anyway because she gives no shits and she is chaos energy.

Posie doesn’t talk to Orin for the rest of the day or week Because that’s just vile even for a cannable like her….The rude ones get eaten only, or she stops because people are junk food and she was gaining some weight.

Orin makes fun of Posies name all the time “Sister dear you should change your name”

Posie refuses to do so as it’s the only thing that keeps her human. And reminds her “there are flowers that can grow from blood”

We have Orin “The Red” because blood and gore..

Posie Would have been “The flower of Bones” as when a body decays. Nature takes it for its own. And bones are forever?

Foreshadowing that Posie will be around even after death….(someone’s death! )

Durge had nothing, your Bhaalness awakens when you were a child and you murdered your foster parents.

(Great really make your Durge a tragic character why don’t you Larian. I love it!)

Orin had parents and Posie will forever resent Orin for that.

Orin was the one that betrayed you. I think when Posie gets to that part in the game. And just thinking about it now. With being more human than she ever was before and finaly fighting her father and wanting to be free of all the nightmares and the voices.

She would be heartbroken. Her sister took everything from her and Orin dosnt care, she was watching and waiting for her sister slip up, and she did slip up. She fell for the chosen of Bain.

Why? It could be a lot of things, bust mostly jealousy, why did someone like Posie get all the love and she got nothing? And even when Orin took Posies place she will always still be compared.

Orin and Durge will always be that Back staving jealous, sibling troop. You still get rid of the sibling you hated and wanted to be… but you’re forever compared to them and your forever and their shadow no matter how much you shine in your own, right. That’s Orin in my eyes…

About the DarkUrge…. Posie.

(It’s funny you get murdered or beaten up by an orc with a flower name)

Im doing a Monk play though with this character so really plays well with being the “perfect weapon”. Posie body is the weapon. Everything around her. Is a weapon so when she’s out doing something for Gortash she throws her victims in a false sense of security

“You fool you have nothing to kill me with!” They have a sword.

She then disarms arms then and used that sword agents then “You were saying?”

I’m also multi-classing as a Druid in there too (I love moon Druids) Because… sneaking in as a cat or bird undetected is just funny.

“Oh look a pretty kitty!”

Turns into a half Orc (need more orc love) then proceeds to murder. Then walks away with bloody paws or flys away as a raven…goes and cleans the filth off your paws or preens your feathers for the next 3 hours.

When she’s mad she will throw things. Books, spoons, chairs…people. Has Yeeted a victim in the Gray bay Because that woman was just- let the fish eat her.

Each murder is different and never the same twice back to back.

She doesn’t do senseless murders. That’s not her style. She wants them to mean something. Hens why this. Would make her the favorite.

Posie had more sanity in them than Orin did. You were able to carry out conversation and look like a completely normal person and not go batshit crazy when you were stalking your target.

(Looking at you Orin)

You were a hunter… a well sharpened You didn’t play with your kills- naaah, you like toying with them.

Or you just liked to strike when your pray was at a peaceful state of mind were they think they are safe but not. That’s when you liked to strike.

That’s what Bhaal loved the best…

I’ll have more, maybe just needed to get this out there

[efrmellifer]

XVI. Fiction (Jerk)

heavily suggestive. Post-EW.

Cup of tea tenuously balanced on a saucer in one hand, Etien settled into straddling Estinien’s lap. “What are you reading?” she asked, setting the cup and saucer down on the table behind her.

“You are aware we’re in public, yes?”

She giggled. “And what do you think people will do or say to us?”

He sighed. “A fair point.”

“So. What are you reading, Estinien?” She gently tipped the book toward her, reading its words upside-down. “Oh, dear gods. And you’re worried about me sitting in your lap in public?”

“Don’t be—”

“A jerk?” she finished for him, giggling again.

“Aye.”

She let go of the book, deadly serious as she cupped his cheeks, so he’d look her in the eyes. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to… make fun of you? Judge you? None of that. I’m sorry.”

“I know,” he said, looking away. She dropped her hands.

“You didn’t when you found the art,” Estinien said finally, voice quiet, “so I would hardly imagine you would now.”

“Is this an offshoot of that?”

“If you are asking if it is illustrated, it is not. Though that might have been a pleasant choice for the publishing press to make.”

Etien tipped her head, curious.

“One of the artists whose drawings I have purchased more than once contacted me about a friend of his who was writing pieces of fiction. As he told it, she has made quite a name for herself writing titillating works about the Warrior of Light. This is not her first novel, and they have only gotten more legitimate as she has gone on.”

“They have?”

“The first ones were simply passed, hand-written and hand-bound, between the hands of writer and reader in the market square. Then the next was mass-printed on a printing press, but still distributed in small batches, through the Postmoogles. Now, they have a devoted printer and readership.”

“Oh, wow,” Etien mused. “Have you read the other ones?”

“Not by this author. And I do not know if I wish to read her other works.”

Etien shifted, picking up her tea again and sipping it, saucer held at her chest. “And why’s that? Is something wrong with them?”

“Well, as was the case with the art, the love is missing. Too much raw passion, not enough genuine affection.”

“Well, I assume she—I?—the Warrior of Light is only having flings or one-night stands in these novels? Or have they invented some long-term lover for her, me, the Warrior?” She put her teacup down again, clattering with the force of her frustration, not knowing how to refer to the subject of those stories.

“See for yourself.”

She took the book, eyes flicking back and forth as she read. Eyes widening as she read.

Against his thigh, Estinien felt Etien’s tail straighten in shock, flick in fluster, and thump against him in confused frustration.

She read on, though, turning the page as her brow furrowed, eyes still devouring the text. Finally having had enough, she marked the book and closed it, pressing it against Estinien’s chest. “Well, I have to say, I’m impressed you read this without blushing to the ends of your ears.”

“It is certainly lurid.” He laughed when he realized the insides of Etien’s ears were pink.

“I… cannot identify who this man could possibly be. He’s like no one I’ve ever met. No one I’ve ever been interested in—not even T’ahn.”

He set the book next to Etien’s teacup. “From what I understand, she was involved with a woman in the last installment. So the author had that correct, up to the point that said woman was not in fact an auri ninja from Doma, but a pirate—from the Sanguine Sirens, if I heard right.”

“Goodness,” Etien mumbled.

“But you see what I mean? All steam, nothing underneath it.”

Etien hummed. “You’re just too used to the real thing.”

Now Estinien blushed.

[mrs-snape5984]

“How can you miss someone, you've never met? 'Cause I need you now, but I don't know you yet…”

“But can you find me soon because I'm in my head? Yeah, I need you now, but I don't know you yet…” (“IDK You Yet” by Alexander 23)

Being devoted to a fictional character for about 21 years can be challenging from time to time. Sure, it’s called “having a comfort character” for reasons, and I can’t deny, that my long lasting love for Severus Snape has given me the much needed comfort and consolation all over those years. He was by my side, whenever I felt the urge to escape from my traumatic reality…and fuck…there was way too much in my life, which made me flee to Severus. Don’t worry, I won’t mention all these experiences in this text (I’ve already done this in one of my other pathetically whiny posts).

But there’s another issue, that comes with the adoration for a fictional character…something torturous, heart-wrenching and devastatingly painful: It’s the piteous longing for someone, who will never be mine in real life….a goddamn feeling, which is eating me alive! Of course, I’m still coping with my current situation of being doomed to a life in darkness (fuck you, ME/CFS!!!!!) by writing my own ridiculously self-inserting fan fictions about Sevy and Jules…only for myself…solely to soothe my troubled heart. Furthermore, the many artists of Snapedom might know me as someone, who’s requesting immensely personal artworks for my blog…always using them to emphasise my journal entries here.

But there are times, when this isn’t enough anymore! I’m surrounded by Severus in my dark room… one could say, that I’m living in my private Snape-and-Wizarding-World-in-general-Museum. 😅 Everything here feels like my very own comfort blanket, which I’m pulling tighter around my trembling body to create a sensation of warmth and safety. And yet… yeah… and yet, I’m fucking lonely! Lying in darkness and solitude all day makes this cruel longing for Severus become agonising and almost unbearable. I’m bawling my eyes out for someone, who will never be able to hear my heart crying out for him. And to be honest: In my age, this is a sentiment, which I’m absolutely ashamed of!

For the past 21 years, I’ve known this miserable emotion only in this exact context. But now, something happened, which made the confines of my heart and the walls, I’ve built around myself, shatter into pieces…leaving me vulnerable and emotionally churned up like never before. Becoming close and trusting friends with someone, who’s living so far away from me - separated by the ocean - turns out to be blessing and curse at once.

Suddenly, I feel confronted by the same emotions, which my pining for Severus provokes in my heart…a yearning for a deeper connection - regardless of the relationship’s nature between us friends. And just like in the song, which I’ve mentioned above this text, I’m asking myself: “How can you miss someone, you’ve never met?”

Fortunately, I’m able to reach out to my friend in these occasions. I don’t have to weep over my fan fictions or my art collection…no, I can just grab my phone and annoy the fuck out of my beloved confidant. And I think, this is beautiful! 🥹

For this heartwarming piece of art, I’ve commissioned my friend @alinearthp once again. I asked her to draw Severus and my undeniably self-inserted OC Jules as young adults…going out to grab some butter beer in “The Three Broomsticks”. Whenever my longing for Severus becomes too strong, I’m trying to imagine him doing something casual like that with me…and now I’m doing the same with my long-distance-friend. For this reason, I’d like to dedicate this loving post to him. @preciousthelmadonna, you’re in my heart and in my thoughts every single day, since I got to meet you on tumblr. Despite those 6095 kilometres, which separate us from each other, it seems as if you’re right beside me, whenever we’re talking about everything and nothing at once. I’m beyond grateful for our connection, my love. Thank you for being you.

Oh, and @alinearthp, you made me smile with this cute drawing of Sevy and Jules! Thank you for your understanding of my ideas and for each of your lovely and kind messages! Feel hugged, my dear!

🖤Severus & Julia🖤

🖤Sevy & Jules🖤

[jademickian]

hello! long-time lurker here. feeling very brave right now and very much felt encouraged by @callivich​, so here i go.

Name: jade

Age: 20 sumn

What made you fall in love with Gallavich? aside from the fact that their love story probably covers every possible trope ever and noel and cam truly lived and breathed these characters into life, as a closeted kid who had once ‘loved’ and was extremely afraid to be found, i also deeply related to their initial struggles with the hiding and the pushing away. but the way ian and mickey made it ! and got married ! and things are generally looking up ! it’s such a joy to witness and fills me with great hope.

How long have you been a fan? a year and three months! i know, i know... i’m a baby. but there is nothing very baby about how this show and ship changed my brain chemistry because i have never devoted this much on anything until... well.

Favourite Gallavich moment/scene? oh man it’s like picking a favorite child... can i say everything? no? okay i would say s3e3, when they were running away from the cops after mickey headbutted n*d on the street. it’s so carefree, they were just two boys laughing and running without a hint of what’s to come and now i’m crying!

Favourite Shameless character apart from Ian and Mickey? fiona. is that a red flag? idk but i’ll defend her and let her knock me out actually.

Do you write or draw or make edits? i create when i feel too much or when an idea is ping ponging around my head and demands to be known by the world or when something i want to consume has not existed yet. so i have a very sporadic relationship with making stuff (also because college sucks). i (sort of) write and make video edits or memes.  

Favourite type of Gallavich fics? i love AUs. god i LOVE aus. i prefer multi-chaps, but i also adore extremely witty one shots with good dialogue or banter. nothing in particular. just put those boys in situations and i will eat it up.

Favourite Gallavich quote? SO many great ones. my first one would always be the classic “what you and i have makes me free”, but aside from that there’s also “we got nothing to be ashamed of” “what fucking world do you live in?” because holy shit.

Anything else you’d like to share about yourself? head empty no thoughts. just want to say, every one on here is so fucking talented and welcoming. the words, the art, the fics, the gifs, the manips, the hilarious text posts, the metas, the podcasts, etc. i see you. you keep this community alive and it’s the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen. and i’m so, so grateful. i internally squeal every time someone makes something because wow i get these treasures for free. all for the love of some silly lil boys. wonderful, wonderful gift. i am a chronic introvert folks and is a very awkward human and sometimes i still feel shy but really, all i want to do is scream at you for how great you all are.

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excuse me i NEED to know more about clementine and mince

HELLOOOOOO HIIIII yes I will tell you all about my fucked up and evil lesbians

Sorry u sent this a couple days ago but I wanted to draw new art of them to post with it :3c

ANYWAYS HERE THEY ARE

TMA avatar ocs, Clementine (Clem to her friends and Clemmy to Mince) and Mince!!

Clementine serves the Desolation as the eldest daughter of a matriarchal family that’s been devoted to their entity for generations (think the Lukas family but for the Desolation). She’s currently not on speaking terms with her family though, and lives alone. She’s made entirely of wax and normally wears sunglasses in public to cover up the whole. eye situation.

Mince has no memory of who they were before they were an avatar of the Flesh. Mince isn’t their original name, and actually started out as a nickname from their ex, but they figured it was as good as anything since they have no idea what they were called before. They basically emerged from a brain fog some odd years ago with the Flesh in their head and nothing else. They’ve been relearning how to properly Be A Person and not just an embodiment of Viscera and they’re doing a really good job smile

The long and short of their relationship is that if you take a woman powered by a purely destructive force and put her next to a largely (but not entirely) invulnerable flesh monster, they’re gonna try and push the limits of how far that invulnerability goes. Mince is head over heels and Clem thinks they’re too cheerful but fun to play with. Sometimes they even kiss.

I’ve had Mince since 2020 and Clem came around a little later