#WOO that one was a doozy

[marimichae]

III 18!

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[ambrozians]

Please do elaborate because I 100% agree with you (and happy Easter btw 💛)

happy easter to you too, anon! 🩷

(elaborating on this post)

so there’s a few reasons why jade would not surrender full custody of her son to roy that extend past the mere fact that tommy is not his child. let’s get into them!

i’ve spoken about this here in comparing her and roy, but jade prefers to keep her professional and personal lives as separate as possible. jade is also very particular about who can/should have a hand in raising her children, and she’s already expressed disdain for dinah because of that. (sidebar: the only character she has trusted lian’s care with outside of roy is dick). as we all know, she does not like the titans or the arrowfam. she would not be very inclined to have her son in situations where he might have to interact with or be babysat by any of them unless it was unavoidable (ex. lian's birthday party). she might not be able to limit lian's exposure to superheroes, villains, etc., but she can do it with tommy, and really work to make sure his life is as normal as possible.

the most important thing, however, is acknowledging what motherhood empowers jade to do, which is to retire. her desire for retirement is something that persists throughout her appearances in pre-52 continuity. she has expressed a desire to leave "cheshire" behind on multiple occasions and spend the rest of her life with the people most important to her. do take note that when lian and tommy were born, most of the missions (exclusively, with tommy) were accepted because they furthered a personal goal of hers, finding roy and catman respectively. in fact, she retreated to the himalayas and later southern california when raising tommy. all this to say that being a mother is far more important to jade than "cheshire" is, and it is only when she feels like she cannot/is barred from that does she resort to working.

lastly, there’s no reason why tommy should not be in jade's custody. she has never expressed any intention in raising her children to be an assassin and that’s an assumption that has run rampant. does it make sense for the characters within the universe to assume that? yes, but not for fans. let’s put that narrative to rest. she has only ever wanted the best for her children and works to ensure that.

so as not to derail the post, i’ll save what i think tommy’s life would’ve been like had he been able to become his own character instead of a plot device used either to demonize jade or induce her suffering, and what roy’s role in his life might’ve looked like. but alas, he unfortunately exists in the series that has caused the most harm to jade’s character so that’s why he doesn’t get talked about a lot.

[thebuttsmcgee]

forgot to mention but I got my doomguy plush today woooooooooooooooo

It's been like. something I've been trying to get since june last year and even then, around when I first started recollecting plushes again holy shit.

Alls well that ends well I suppose!

[au-maker]

*You find a hastily crumpled up group of papers on the ground

What would be traits in any other universe (by this I mean the color) is factors here, the collective soul is a means to glean into the heart of the have thus even though some souls may look the same

Which means: multiple people having the intergrity factor may result in either loyalty, endurance or honesty.

This is because the TRAITs are a combinaion of different FACTORs (the original 7 SOULs -though the Red one = the Player Soul, is swapped for gold = Determination- and their negative counterparts -w DT becoming Doubt), so the color at the end may appear even ever so slightly altered.

This also means having PURE SOULs is effectively impossible, since no human is ever only gonna be just and not integre (if that's even how you spell it).

* This page seems like it used to end here, but there's more

... or so I thought. Turns out the 7 mages we PURE SOULs, and that is how they learned to use magic so well.

[the rest of humanity could learn magic if they hung around monsters a lot, but the powers would NOT be passed down to their children. Now if a human were to have a child with a monster... huh, maybe that's why the mages looked that way. Perhaps... perhaps PURE SOULs are merely a result of Monster-human crossbreeding. I will have to look into this phenomena more closely.]

*This page ends here.

*You take a look at the other page

There's also souls with multiple traits at once (usually DUAL, TRIPLE, or hell, even QUADRUPLE traits!!!)

Then there's enhancers. (Though I am not sure if these are all there is to it. After all, enhacements are someone's motivation to keep on going) They can commonly also be Factors. They are also rarely - if not ever - traits. They are Detachment, Emptiness (more commonly known as Soullesness), Determination, Hate, love and LOVE.

The first two are actually a lack of enhancers (the second one is the lack of a soul in it's entirety, usually caused by trying to raise oneself or others from the dead, but failing to do so correctly), which can cause depressive states

*You notice that these pages end very abruptly.

*You stop to think on why,

*Could this person be very messy? Perhaps they are buried in work and can't find the time to take a break.

*... maybe you were looking too much into this, and they just didn't know how to end a phrase.

*Regardless, you go on to leave-

*But just when you thought you got away with it, you are interrupted by a shrill voice

"* Uh-umm, what a-are you doing here... W-wh-what are you looking at?"

*You called for help

*You yell for assistance

*You use up all you strenghts, hoping that somebody, anybody would hear

*...

But nobody came

*Thus, you watched as your last memories in that world got darker, yet darker...

*...why.

*She had no choice

*... but why m-

*Don't you understand? She did it for the future of her kind.

*...I- I- I-

...

I understand, she had to do it

[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

MTL 18+

Who in atz do you think could be a mean dom? Full on mocking and teasing maybe maybe even some degradation (doesn’t have to include degradation)

In my opinion↓

I think woo, hwa, yeo, joong would be towards the top. gi imo would definitely be last he’s a big softy. Im not so confident about yun, gho, or san but id like to say they’re more towards the bottom.

•More•

Woo (what can I say🤷)

Hwa (he’ll be so sweet while ‘bullying’ you. prepping soft kisses while being so so mean ☹️)

Joong (again what can I say😗)

Yeo (ik ik he’s a sweetheart but hear me out. he thinks of himself as a doberman instead of a maltese is all I’m saying. think he has a lot more bite than he lets on)

Yun (I feel neutral about him idk.)

San (possibly can switch spots with gho)

Gho (possibly can switch spots with san)

Gi (I don’t think he’d enjoy degrading his s/o in any way shape or form. even without degradation I don’t think he’d be mean possibly afraid of hurting them or himself lol. meanest I could picture him being is him teasing you. calling you mean dirty things, mocking you etc nahhh I don’t see it tbh 🤷😗)

•Least•

How would you place them instead ?

This is the next ask to answer and omg what a doozy, what an absolute fkn (horny) doozy.

It's taken me weeks to complete this post because I keep thinking and changing my answers lol.

Disclaimer: This is all speculation and not to be taken for reality.

Who in Ateez Could Be a Mean Dom?

Most!

Jeong Yunho No 1!!!

Of course I'm going to put Yunho as the meanest dom in Ateez because firstly, he's the ONLY member of Ateez that's a 100% 'suit-wearing, lamorghini driving dilfy-ass' DOM!- all the rest of the members are switches.

Whilst he doesn't have the biggest degrading kink, he's still a mean dom in my mind because he'd be the type to love to mock, edge, tease and humiliate yourself in front of him.

His natal chart also indicates he could be a downright sadist and enjoy objectifying whoever his submissive partner, like downright depersonalising you and treating you like property.

Yunho's dominant presence reminds me of James Spader's character from the movie 'Secretary' and in the movie, he has a bdsm relationship with his secretary (duhh) and he's a mean/hard dom.

In the movie, they're roleplaying a scene where he tells the secretary to place her hands on the table and she cannot move her hands until he comes back to her and he's gone for HOURS and he doesn't come back until she's fallen asleep (and peed herself).

Then he comes back and completes the scene and there's a beautiful aftercare segment where it shows him giving her water, he picks her up and carries her to the bathtub where he cleans her and washes her hair. The bathing scene then cuts to him gently placing her on his bed where he proceeds to absolutely worship her and treat her like a princess.

And yeah- that's how I imagine Yunho as a dom.

Also, Secretary is a great film in general that shows how a dominant should take care of their submissive PROPERLY and it also highlights how he enhances the life of the secretary/submissive for the better.

In another scene, there's a moment where they are having a conversation and he encourages her to be more independent and tells her to go take a walk because it's sunny and it'll be good for her mental health.

And Maggie Gyllenhaal is sexy in it and James Spader is SEXY in it!

James Spader is a Capricorn Venus and Mars so he was perfect for the role honestly and I know he's unconventionally attractive for the girlies who get it- you get it.

Park Seonghwa!!

He's the second because he's not a dom, he's a switch with a heavy dominant preference...probably 90% dominant to 10% submissive but as a dom- he'd be a mean one indeed.

His Aries Mars indicates he doesn't have the best stamina and *finishes* quickly so think 10-15 minute rounds but A LOT of them.

He's a mean dom because this Mars sign have the type to be a bit selfish, so for example, you have 4 rounds with Seonghwa and he'll expect you to prioritise his needs in the first two and then he'll satisfy you in the last two.

Would be the type to almost bring you to orgasm and make you wander around frustrated from a ruined orgasm for hours before giving you the euphoria you desire.

Jung Wooyoung!!!

Wooyoung is one of the three true switches of the group and I'm including him under Wooyoung because he would be a mean dom but also a bratty dom and enjoy mocking you in social settings.

He's got a bit of voyeurism kink most likely and so I can imagine him being mean to you by allowing you to go out the girls at the club but he'll leave a huge bite mark on your neck and expect you to leave it uncovered for everyone to see.

Definitely an edger, like I can imagine him running his fingers up your thighs while you're chatting with someone at the dinner table, going so close to where you need it but just never close enough so you're all red-faced and antsy whilst talking to others.

Kim Hongjoong!!!

Hongjoong is smack in the middle because I always mention how he's the most flexible with his kinks and interests.

He's one of the more switchiest members of the group and it doesn't matter if you're a brat or obedient, he'll tailor his personal interests to what you like and enjoy.

In terms of meanness, he is a Sagittarius Mercury so he could enjoy a little bit of degradation but I think he'd be more 'mean' in his love for edging, overstimulation, teasing etc.

He's also more into the psychological aspect of being mean so instead of calling you degrading words, he might be mean by making you crawl on your hands or knees etc.

Choi Jongho!!!

I'm placing Jongho here for the same reason as Hongjoong even though I think he's more dominant than Hongjoong, I don't think he'd be as into degradation as Hongjoong.

I feel he'd more show his mean/hard dom energy by restraining you with his size or with shoving your underwear in your mouth so you struggle with the audacity of teasing Jongho as he edges or overstimulates you.

Choi San!!!

Choi San is one of the true 'switchy' members of the group and could easily adapt to your desires and preferences so whilst I think he could be into being mean- I'm not sure he would pursue that unless you initiate.

He's a Leo Venus and they're extremely words of affirmation oriented and his fancalls consistently highlight his love of praise and being complimented- so I'm just not feeling it with him.

He'd love to spank your arse and manhandle you in multiple positions before degrading you verbally.

Kang Yeosang!!!

It's not that he could be a hard dom I just reckon he'd be bad at it and you couldn't take him seriously if he stuttered.

'are you being a b-bad girl for me?'

Let's be real, most would laugh if his voice broke during dirty talk.

Least

Mingi is least because (imo) he is the subbiest member of Ateez and I legit think he would actually feel bad if he was degrading towards you.

I think he would try if you asked him but I think he'd feel guilty about it or he would overthink about it and worry if you thought he'd actually meant those things?

I feel it would cause more harm to his health emotionally being the giver than if he would the receiver.

Not that I think Mingi would enjoy receiving the degradation but I think he could handle receiving it more knowing you'll praise him afterwards.

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[moonferry]

who's that pokemon? "it's pikachu!" it's fsioy chapter 6! "fuuuu-"

omg hi guys i FINALLY finished chapter 6 and this one is a DOOZY. like its twice the length of the last chapter, which was already twice the length of a normal chapter. this is FOUR TIMES THE LENGTH OF A NORMAL CHAPTER GUYS.

warnings: emotional abuse, emotional manipulation, physical abuse, parental abuse (mentioned), anger issues/uncontrollable anger issues, drowning (used as a metaphor), religion(mentioned)

word count: 4347

summary: kent and jodi tell jodi's mother about their engagement, shit hits the fan, and then they finally get married (woo)

ao3 link: here

other chapters: chapter masterlist

April 19XX, Midtown Zuzu City – Middle Of The War | One Day Until Deployment

“You WHAT?!” Jodi’s mother asked angrily. Her face was bright red and her teeth were bared. Kent could’ve sworn he noticed a small stream of white smoke funneling out of her ears. Needless to say, this encounter was not going as smoothly as he hoped. 

The two decide to (rather stupidly) tell Jodi’s mother of their engagement. If you could really call it that, anyway. It didn't help that, given the situation, they would have to get married that very day. This fact did not go over well with Jodi’s mother, which brings us back to the present: Kent and Jodi are standing in the backroom of the small bookstore, receiving an earful from Jodi’s mother about how “irresponsible” they were. 

“I told you to stay away from my daughter,” Mrs. Smith - Jodi’s mother - barked, sending a glare in Kent's direction. He shrank down under the pressure of her look - it felt as if a thousand tiny, jagged knives were piercing his skin. He was definitely not a fan, in fact, he was actually quite afraid. 

“I know, Ma’am, and I’m sor-” Kent tried to defend himself, though he was quickly cut off. 

“You’re sorry? You’re SORRY?!” The older woman sneered, her voice rising in volume as she repeated the phrase. She shook her head with a barely contained rage. “Oh, I’ll make sure you’re ‘sorry’ because this-,” she waved a finger between Kent and Jodi, “is never going to happen.” 

“Mother!” Jodi protested, her own voice rising from the rush of emotions. Jodi absolutely hated it when her mother was angry, especially this angry. She had lived with the other woman long enough to know that it never ended well. Someone always got hurt. 

“You’ll get your turn, Jodi. So be a good daughter and stay out of it,” Her mother snapped back, her voice never softening - even when it was directed at her daughter. 

This phrase seemed to spark Jodi’s own anger. She had heard her mother use those familiar words far too many times. It had been used against her throughout her entire childhood– “why can’t you be more like your cousins?”, “‘good daughters’ don’t do that,” “Jodi, I’m very disappointed in you”. She was sick of it. 

“My entire life, I have done nothing but be a good daughter,” Jodi retorted, her own emotions clouding her thinking. Normally, she is able to keep herself composed, but this time her mother went too far. “I did everything you asked, whenever you asked,” she spoke before shaking her head as she realized her next words, “But it was never enough.” 

“I was never enough for you,” Jodi expressed, her next words hitching in her throat as she glanced over at Kent, “but I was always enough for Kent.” 

 “Jodi, your words are hurtful to me. Don’t you realize how hard it was to be a mother to you and your siblings?” Mrs.Smith scolded, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Don’t do that,” Jodi pleaded, the shiny wetness of tears appearing in the corners of her eyes as she spoke again, “Please.” 

“As your mother, I know what’s best for you,” The older woman piped up. She sent another glare towards Kent before adding, “And he isn’t it.” 

Jodi shook her head, barely able to keep herself together. Watching the scene before him pulled at Kent’s heartstrings. He knew Jodi had a rocky relationship with her mother, but he didn’t know it was this extreme. Despite desperately wanting to help, Kent didn’t know how. Everything he could think of would only make the situation worse. A small frown formed on his lips. 

Jodi glanced down at her feet and went quiet. Her mother approached her and gingerly patted her cheek, though the gesture seemed kind enough, Kent swore he noticed Jodi tense up. 

“This isn’t her fault, okay?” Kent defended, breaking his lapse of silence. He inhaled deeply, gathering his wits before adding, “Do whatever you want with me, just leave her alone.” 

“Oh, I intend to,” Mrs. Smith replied flatly. She moved over to where Kent was standing. Despite being much shorter than Kent - even in her heels - the woman seemed to tower over him. He felt a small lump form in his throat and shrank himself further. He was absolutely terrified, but he managed to get the woman’s attention off of Jodi - which was really all he was trying to do, anyway. Kent was too worried about Jodi to care what might happen to him. 

Jodi’s mother scrutinized Kent, her eyes narrowing and her lip curling into a small sneer. It was as if he was an insect not worthy enough to dirty up her shoe. Kent braced himself for an unimaginable string of hateful words - and he could think of at least 3 different phrases the woman might use - but they never came. Instead, all Kent received was a short “You’re fired.” 

Kent nodded.He expected as much. After all, that was the condition he agreed to. It’s not like it would matter, anyway, because he would’ve had to leave the job because of the circumstances. He expected far worse, to be honest, and that made him especially suspicious. 

Kent’s suspicions grew as he watched Mrs. Smith walk towards Jodi. He shook his head in protest, a look of shock  contorting his features. 

“Hey!” He protested, “You said you’d leave her alone.” 

“No,” the woman replied, sending another cold sneer towards him, “I didn’t.” 

Kent was dumbfounded. His jaw stood agape in surprise. It was true, though, the woman had never explicitly stated she would leave Jodi alone. How could he have been so stupid? He was filled with worry as he watched Jodi, who hadn’t moved or spoken in at least ten minutes. She was just looking at the floor and had her hands neatly against her lap, one hand over the other. 

“Look, sweetheart,” Her mother started, adding a copious amount of what Kent could only assume was fake kindness into her words. She stood in front of Jodi, resting her hand on her daughter’s chin. She tilted it upwards, forcing Jodi to look at her, before adding, “We can chalk this up to a big misunderstanding, yes? Forget this little fantasy of yours and come back to the real world. Be that perfect daughter you once were.” 

Jodi began trembling, but not from fear. She was desperately fighting against a massive wave of emotions, trying so hard to keep herself composed. She took a deep breath and let herself sink beneath the water, letting the coolness of the waves lap against her flaming skin. Soon, she was drowning. Drowning in an ocean of her own making. Everything she did - every struggle she made - seemed to only drag her down further, so she let go. She stopped fighting against herself and learned to move with the current, to finally speak when her head breached the surface of the water.

Jodi took a deep breath before calmly shaking her head, adding a barely audible, “No.” 

“Excuse me?” Her mother replied. The older woman’s face contorted slightly. She hoped this was just a big misunderstanding, so she asked, “What did you say?” 

“No. I said ‘no’,” Jodi replied, her voice gaining volume as she was filled with an almost alien confidence. She raised her arm and pushed her mother’s hand away from her face, taking a step backwards to add even more space between the two of them, before adding, “I’m so tired of being your ‘perfect daughter’.” 

“You don’t mean that, Jodi.” 

“Yes I do,” Jodi replied, her own anger returning once again. She crossed her arms over her chest and let out a small huff. “I did everything for you. Everything. And you barely acknowledged me.” 

“That’s not tru-” 

“It is true!” Jodi spat. Her voice rose and her face flushed red with a mixture of remorse and anger. She shook her head and blinked back tears before softly mumbling, “I just wanted you to love me.” 

“Well, maybe, if you weren’t so hard to love, I would have,” Her mother replied back, disdain filling her voice. 

Jodi sniffled before closing her eyes - trying desperately not to let any rogue tears escape. She shook her head lightly. That wasn’t true. Everyone Jodi met seemed to love her. Even so, she couldn’t convince herself it wasn’t true. There was something about hearing those words from your mother - from someone who was supposed to love you no matter what - that broke her. 

Kent’s brows furrowed together as he moved closer to the two. He grunted in anger and sent his own glare towards the older woman. 

“You’re wrong,” He spat. He glanced at Jodi with a soft expression before reaching out and gently taking her hand in his own. Kent gave her hand a reassuring squeeze before speaking once again, “Jodi isn’t hard to love. She’s amazing.. And.. and fun. And so full of life. For me, loving her is like breathing: it’s so easy and I do it without thinking.” 

Kent turned to Jodi and moved to rest his hand against her cheek, brushing away a stray tear with his thumb. He glanced back at Jodi’s mother before adding, “Maybe you’re the one who’s hard to love.” 

Mrs. Smith’s lip curled and her nostrils flared in anger. She bared her teeth, clenching a shaking fist at her side.

 “You don’t know what you’re talking about, boy. I’ve lived with this girl for seventeen years. None of those were easy,” She spoke viciously: it was like venom was shooting out of her mouth with every word. 

“Please, just let me do this,” Jodi pleaded, glancing up at her mother with a somber expression. She held her gaze for a few moments - trying to express how much this meant to her - before adding, “Just this one thing.” 

“This ‘one thing’ ruins everything I’ve worked for, Jodi,” Her mother replied, the harshness never leaving her words. Mrs. Smith moved a hand to rub away a protruding vein in her forehead, letting out a sigh. She spoke in a matter-of-fact tone, “I expected you to understand that. Yet, you can’t seem to.” 

She shook her head with a small “tsk”, her lips forming into a small line, “And after everything I’ve done for you, nonetheless. Ungrateful.” 

“No! I appreciate everything you’ve done,” Jodi protested. 

“Do you know the things I sacrificed to get the family I have? To get where I am?” Her mother asked, accusations layered deep in her voice - as if her poor life choices were somehow Jodi’s fault. “Well, do you?” She repeated, her voice raising in volume as she inched closer, slowly closing the distance until there was only a foot between the two of them. 

“N-no,” Jodi replied, all her previous confidence seeping out of her body. 

“You will never understand!” Jodi’s mother shouted. 

A loud SMACK soon followed and Kent shook out of his stupor. He looked over and noticed Jodi was cradling the side of her face, barely covering a bright red palm print as tears stung her eyes. He rushed to Jodi’s side and wrapped his arms around her protectively. He angled his body, making a barrier between Jodi and her mother. 

“What is wrong with you?” He spat at the older woman. His concern shifted to anger after Jodi assured him she was alright. His eyes flashed with rage and he exhaled heavily out of his nose. 

Recognition seemed to wash over the woman, followed by a wave of regret. She frantically shook her head as she glanced between her palm and the red marking on Jodi’s face. All the anger seemed to disappear from her body as she tried to get closer to her daughter - though she was stopped by a firm hand on her shoulder.

“Oh, Jodi, I’m sorry.. I didn’t.. I didn’t mean to,” Mrs. Smith frantically apologized, tears of regret streaming down her face. She was sputtering now, trying to justify her action in some way. “I’m sorry, honey. I don’t know what came over me. I just.. I get so angry,” She pleaded, once again reaching a hand out to try and comfort Jodi, though she was once again stopped by Kent. 

“C’mon, Jo, let’s go,” Kent urged. He wrapped his arm around Jodi’s shoulders and led her out of the store. He glanced back at Jodi’s mother and gave a disapproving head shake. 

“I’m sorry. Don’t go. Please don’t go,” her mother called back, but her words were barely audible. The soft chime of the bell over the door caused the words to get lost entirely as Kent and Jodi exited the store. 

Once outside, Kent frowned and gently cradled Jodi’s face in his hands. He tilted her head to the side and carefully investigated the swelling mark. 

“Kent, really, I’m fine,” Jodi protested, though she allowed him to investigate the wound. 

“I’m sorry that happened,” Kent spoke before gently releasing Jodi’s face - he had finished his examination and determined that it was likely going to bruise. 

Jodi shrugged. She anxiously fidgeted with the sleeves of her cardigan and mumbled, “I’m used to it. Mom has these.. Anger issues. She can’t help it.” 

Kent’s frown deepened as he listened to Jodi’s explanation. He opened his arms and allowed Jodi to lean against him before wrapping his arms around her and resting his chin on the top of her head. 

Jodi wrapped her own arms around Kent’s midsection, burying her face in the small crook of his neck. 

“I understand if you don’t want to marry me anymore,” Jodi mumbled. Kent felt small speckles of wetness against his shirt and moved his hand to rub gentle, reassuring circles onto Jodi’s back. 

“No. I still want to marry you,” Kent assured. He hesitated before placing a small, barely noticeable kiss on the top of her hair. When Jodi didn’t react, he spoke again, “I meant it, you know. What I said back there… about loving you."

Jodi raised her head and looked at Kent curiously, “Really? After everything you just witnessed?” 

Kent smiled down at her and nodded. “Yeah. We aren’t our parents, Jodi. I will love you despite everything you’ve been through or anything you will go through. Your past or future experiences don’t define who you are. Sure, they helped shape you into who you are today, but you are not your experiences. You’re just Jodi - who, by the way, is an incredible woman. So, yes, I still want to marry you, in spite of everything I witnessed.” 

Jodi smiled back and rested her forehead against Kent’s chin. Despite everything that just happened, she felt lighter in a way. Part of her knew her mother would never agree, and Jodi was fine with that. She was finally realizing she could make her own decisions. 

“I just wish I had an actual ring to give you,” Kent mumbled, a faint frown moving across his lips. Under better circumstances, he would’ve asked his father about the Zuzu City marriage ritual - the process of exchanging rings with someone you love and want to spend your life with. Unfortunately, that isn’t possible. Kent doesn’t even have time to get a cheap knock off from the local pawn shop. 

“Oh, Kent,” Jodi replied, shaking her head, “I don’t need a fancy ring. I just need you.” 

…

A small group had gathered in the middle of the city, completely filling the small chapel - only two seats were left open, one in honor of Kent’s father, the other for Jodi’s mother (Jodi insisted on inviting her despite the earlier events, she was her mother, after all.) . The two people they surrounded were wearing their fanciest clothes: Kent wearing a suit that belonged to his father - ironed so neatly that a wrinkle wouldn’t even dare form on it, his hair slicked back with so much gel it might be considered a fire hazard if he got too close to a stray candle - and Jodi wearing a dress borrowed from Kent’s mother - it was a bit too big and yellowing at the edges from age, but Jodi didn’t let that bother her. 

Kent waited anxiously as a piano started playing the familiar bridal march. He scanned the faces of everyone in the crowd, noting his own mother had a proud expression on her face - despite the tears streaming down her cheeks. Everyone in this room was someone close to him or Jodi and that made him feel even more sentimental. He glanced toward the chair left for his father and felt his heart ache. Even though it had been five months, the grief of losing his father never fully subsided. Somehow, Kent swore he saw a ghostly figure resting in the chair, a wide smile on his face and his eyes doing the familiar crinkle. He also felt the warmth of his father’s hug pressing against him - as if every single thread in the suit was embedded with his essence, his love. 

Kent closed his eyes and silently prayed to himself: “Yoba, if you hear this, thank you, for everything. Please take care of my dad for me, okay?” When he opened his eyes, the ghostly figure was gone, so was the warmth, but the memory remained. 

The song continued and Kent eagerly watched the church entrance. There, Jodi was slowly entering. She nearly tripped over her dress several times - Kent noticed. He smiled to himself as she crept closer and closer to the stage where Kent was standing. He extended a hand and helped her up the stairs - careful not to snag the dress and make her trip. 

He glanced at her again and was utterly speechless: she looked even more beautiful than usual. Her hair wasn’t in its normal braid, instead, her peachy-auburn locks were wound in an intricate bun (likely his mother’s doing, he assumed). Kent looked at Jodi and saw the entire world in her light blue eyes; he saw their future and knew everything would turn out fine. Kent held both Jodi’s hands in his own and smiled once again. 

“You’re beautiful,” he spoke breathlessly as he waited for the priest to open the Book of Yoba and begin the officiation. 

“You’re not too bad yourself,” Jodi replied, adding some of the familiar joking nature Kent was used to. This caused him to let out a small laugh, which promptly caused him to receive a glare from the priest - who had just begun his sermon. Kent getting “scolded” caused Jodi to let out a small giggle of her own and Kent promptly made a dramatic “shh” gesture. 

The priest sent another glare their way before continuing his ceremony. He included the usual bells and whistles but stopped when he mentioned the exchanging of the rings. 

“We.. we don’t have rings,” Kent explained sadly.

The priest nodded and was about to continue when a loud creak was heard - someone had just hurriedly pushed open the huge doors of the chapel and was currently sprinting towards the altar. It was Jodi’s mother and she seemed to have something in her hand. The whole audience watched in stunned silence, unsure of how to respond. As the woman continued to approach, worried murmurs filled the space. 

“Jodi, dear, I’m so sorry. I’ve been awful to you. I realize that now,” She started, moving closer to the stage and beginning to ascend the stairs. Kent made a motion to stop her, but Jodi shook her head and told him to let her continue. 

“You didn’t deserve any of that. I am truly, truly sorry,” Jodi’s mother continued. She approached Jodi and took one hand in her own before speaking again, “You don’t have to forgive me. I just couldn’t let you get married and not be there.” 

“Mother…” Jodi started, an uncomfortable expression crossing her face. She looked at her mother and noticed her mascara was runny - as if she had spent the last few hours crying. 

“Here,” Her mother spoke, placing two small objects in Jodi’s hand - wedding rings. “These are the rings your father and I used when we got married. I want you to have them.” 

Jodi let out a soft gasp as she inspected the rings in her palm. Her mother hadn’t taken that ring off, ever. Jodi had started to wonder if it was permanently glued to her finger. She glanced at the items once again and shook her head, “I can’t do that, Mom. These.. These are yours. You never take them off.” 

Mrs. Smith smiled and gently cupped Jodi’s cheeks, tucking a loose hair behind her ear. The moment was one of the most tender Jodi had experienced with her mother and she wasn’t sure what to do. “They’re yours now, dear,” Her mother explained, moving Jodi’s hand and curling her daughter’s fingers around the small objects. “I want you to be happy. You’re my baby girl, Jodi. I’m so sorry for how I treated you. When this young man spoke so highly of you today, it made me realize I was wrong. You deserve someone who will let you be happy. You deserve him, darling.” 

Jodi felt tears well up in her eyes once again. She wrapped her arms around her mother, pulling the older woman into a tight, bone-crushing hug. 

“I’m sorry, too, Mom,” Jodi replied, sniffling as she felt her mother return the hug, “For being hard to love.”

“Oh, honey, you have nothing to apologize for,” She reassured, gently cradling the back of Jodi’s head when she pulled away from the hug. “You’re not hard to love, Jodi. I am.” 

Jodi’s mother gave her one final hug before walking off stage and joining the audience. Jodi turned back to Kent and placed one of the rings in his palm. Kent’s dumbfounded expression turned into one of gratitude as he inspected the ring in his pocket. It appeared to be a special kind - one with three gemstones instead of one, but one of the stones had fallen off due to age. 

The priest continued the ceremony, allowing the couple to exchange their newfound rings, before moving along to their vows. Kent went first:

“Jodi, I never imagined that I would be in this position one day - under an altar, getting married. While I wish we had gotten to properly experience life together, I think this is pretty good - given the circumstances before us. One thing I constantly find myself hoping for is more time. I hope that, with you, I get all the time in the universe - or if not, that whatever time we spend together feels like that. I meant it the first time I said it and I mean it every time I say it in the future, I am truly, madly, and deeply in love with you, Jodi Smith. I think I knew that from the first moment we met. I absolutely adore you and I can’t wait to spend my life with you, however long I live. I love you, Starfruit.” He sniffled as he finished speaking, briefly letting go of Jodi’s hand to wipe a stray tear away from his eye. Jodi appeared to be sniffling as well - this caused Kent to gently squeeze her hand. 

Jodi went next: 

“Kent, every moment I’ve gotten to spend with you has been… such a journey. I don’t know how you do it, but you continue to one up yourself every time. I know these circumstances are rather grim and I, too, wish things could’ve been different, but I’m so grateful that we were able to find each other. I would like to thank Yoba, because I know he likely had a hand in this, and I would like to thank you, Kent. Thank you for being the most amazing person I’ve ever met. Thank you for always giving me the option to choose. Thank you for showing me what “freedom” means, what “fun” means, and even what “love” means. You truly are my best friend. And - not to steal your line - I am in love with you, Kent Neilson. You are the first person who showed me that I could truly be loved and I can never thank you enough. I know we may not get a long time together, but I am going to cherish every single moment we are able to share. When you asked me to marry you, I was incredibly surprised– I didn’t think anyone would ever want to marry me, let alone you. You mentioned how, if something happens to you, I could always marry someone else and, to tell you the truth, I don’t want to. I don’t want anyone else, Kent. I want you, it just took some time to realize that fully. I’m going to be worrying about you relentlessly, but I know everything will be alright in the end. And, just so you know, I will be holding you to your promise that you will make it back okay. I want a future with you, Kent, so don’t you dare die on me.” 

Kent gave a light laugh at the end of her speech before sniffling once again. The entire crowd seemed to let out a string of “aw”s and cheers. The priest nodded as Jodi finished her vows before moving forward. He asked Kent the usual: to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, and Kent replied “I do” before he could finish speaking the last word. The priest had begun to repeat his spiel for Jodi, but she also quickly blurted out “I do.” The priest gave an exasperated sigh, though he nodded his head and quickly said, “You may kiss.” 

Kent moved his hand to rest on the side of Jodi’s face, the other resting on her waist. Jodi pulled Kent closer by his tie before wrapping her arms around his neck. Kent carefully tilted Jodi’s head upwards, glanced lovingly into her eyes, and connected their lips - allowing the two to share a tender, emotional kiss.

[possum-quesadilla]

Chapter four of Time’s Arrow, “Suddenly, nothing is as it was, Where are you now, Orpheus?” Is out now! Goodnight. Make sure to read the warnings carefully!! This one is a doozy!

As always, extras!

- The lyrics for this title’s chapter are from “Hey, Little Songbird” from ‘Hadestown’! I’m sure we can all connect the dots with this one, hehe.

- “Are ya finally takin’ me out back to give me the Old Yeller treatment?” “Not today.” - based on a real conversation I had with my sister one morning as she dragged me out of bed!

- “He went to hop up out of the bed, squinting at the horrible, pounding migraine that was slowly blossoming in his skull. Christ on a boat, has the room always been this bright?” - It has! He’s just struggling with enhanced sensory issues.

- “sipping from a coffee mug that read ‘Happy Father’s Day from your favorite financial burden’.” - Based on a mug my friend got for their dad!

- “Ah, shit.” … “C’mon, Chuck, conversation is not mandatory.” - To clarify: Beej is not irritated that Charles is trying to speak to him! He just thinks that he feels obligated to talk to him, and that that’s really awkward.

- “Beetlejuice grit his teeth as Charles paused to take a sip of his coffee and swallow louder than he was sure any human ever needed to.” - again, sensory issues! Charles didn’t swallow that loud at all.

- The oatmeal cream pie incident - based on a real incident with my own sister. The same sister as before. Yes, word for word.

- “Goodness! I was worried I’d have to grab my bear mace!” - Based on something my own stepmother said, oh my god.

- “Delia’s ‘organically’ cherry-scented chapstick” - Beej can smell that it’s not actually organic! But he won’t break Delia’s heart by telling her that.

- “… on second thought, Beej, why don’t you stay here?” Lydia finished up tying her boots, hopping to her feet. “Wh- huh? Why?” “I don’t wanna overwhelm the poor cat with too many people at once, y’know?” Beetlejuice frowned a bit. What did I do wrong? “.. I guess.” I would scare the cat, wouldn’t I? I can be less scary.” - Misunderstanding, woo! Beej thinks Lydia thinks he is too scary to go with them to get the kitten, and that she may be embarrassed to be seen with him in public. Lydia understands he is spooked at the idea of being in a car and doesn’t want him to experie nce that while he’s already going through something else.

- “ “Oh! Hey, give me your jacket.” The demon immediately went to remove his jacket…” - Too bad Barbara and Adam were too busy to witness jacket-less Beetlejuice!

- “… clacking his teeth a few times. He halted when Charles raised an eyebrow in his direction.” - Charles isn’t perturbed by this stim, Beej just assumes he is. It’s just an odd noise to hear out of nowhere!

- “ “Sorry, Bug, we… have some cleaning to do in the basement!” Barbara called from… Beetlejuice squinted. Why was she and Adam walking towards the stairs from the garage like that? Were they… sneaking? Don’t they hate the basement?” - I wonder what the Maitlands are doing in the basement?

- “ “Aren’t you forgetting something?” Beetlejuice halted, furrowing his brows. He wasn’t quite sure what she’d meant. Maybe he didn’t say goodbye properly? Did she want more affection? He then slowly stepped back over to Lydia, leaning over to press a kiss to her forehead once he reached her. He then turned to bolt towards the stairs once again. Lydia groaned loudly. “No, clean up your mess in the kitchen!” She turned to open the door, shaking her head. “Damn, who raised you?” ” - based on a splendid scene from one of my favorite shows ever, Brooklyn-99.

- “Beetlejuice, totally not enjoying an episode of ‘Jane the Virgin’ with Delia as they sat together on the couch…” - he absolutely was enjoying watching ‘Jane the Virgin’ with his new bestie.

- “Lydia reached into the box and pulled out a scruffy, disheveled little black kitten. He had small white patches on his face, paws, and stomach, and looked like he was born in a dumpster.” - based on my sister’s kitten, Pinto Bean! He is more white than black, and we got him from a farm. He looked like a little garbage baby.

- “ “‘Percy’?” “Yeah, he came with that name. Apparently they were themed? I’ll probably change it.” ” - The whole litter was, unfortunately, named after the Weasley family from (ugh) Harry Potter. Also, yes, he is partially based on Lydia’s cat from the animated series!

- “ “Why? You are small.” “I’m taller than you!” “Not for long. I’m due for a second growth spurt soon.” ” - Beetlejuice is 5’3”! Lydia is too, but not for long.

- “It reeked of some aromatic herb he couldn’t discern.” - he does not Know His Herbs.

- “You’ll have to send me away to a remote cabin by the sea to ‘clear my mind’, like they did to women back in the day. I’ll go even more insane and rip off all the wallpaper. Maybe set the place on fire.” - another ‘Yellow Wallpaper’ reference!

- “.. either up from the secret project in the basement…” - hmm, once again, I wonder what this is!

- “… while she was taking a break from… Y’know. Downstairs.” - being downstairs for too long freaks the Maitlands out. Y’know. ‘Cause their bodies were down there.

- Lydia’s questions - some of the proper questions to ask while someone is having a meltdown! Never touch or approach someone without permission. Ask if they want to be alone or not.

- “.. I like ‘Frankenstein’ as much as the next guy, but three times? Overkill.” - Based on my experience with ‘The Great Gatsby’. I read it three years in a row. My sister read it two years in a row. I now own five copies of that book.

- “I heard the other class is reading ‘Flowers for Algernon’. And that it totally sucks. Super depressing.” - don’t read ‘Flowers for Algernon’ unless you wanna cry.

- “Barbara nodded a little. “I know how to get blood out of wool. It’s really easy.” ” - both because she likes true crime and ‘cause, y’know, she’s a woman! People with periods know how to get blood stains out.

- “ “M-my hair’s starting to grey. Sometimes, I look in the mirror and I see-” he halted, a shudder wracking through his whole body.” - sometimes, he looks in the mirror and sees his mother. It terrifies him. (Based on personal experience)

- “I’ve never been this tired before. Not since… I was alone, in the loop. I feel like if I let myself lay down, if I stop.. performing, pretending I’m doing great, I’ll… I’ll never wake up again.” - oop. Based on personal experience yet again.

- “ “… Bee, I… it sounds like you’re burnt out.” The demon whirled around to face Adam suddenly, eyes wide. “… b-.. burnt… out?” ” - Beej is terrified here because he thinks Adam means the other meaning we find out about later!

- “ “When we push ourselves too much, sometimes our minds and bodies push back. If you don’t let yourself properly rest and recuperate, your body will make you.” Adam glanced down as he went to wrap Beetlejuice’s arm, but otherwise kept his eyes on his face. “It feels like you’re sick because you are. You haven’t been properly taking care of yourself.” ” - just gonna put this here, for those that need to read it. Your brain is an organ, and can get sick just like any other organ.

- “… excuse me for a moment. I’m about to lose my temper.” - based on a line from ‘Fantastic Mr. Fox’.

- The scream - based on the scream from the touring version of the show. You know what I’m talkin’ about.

- “crunching of leaves under his shoes.” - back on his illusion bullshit already

- “Autumn is on it’s way, his mind gently supplies, the thought drifting in slow and sluggish. The cold will come. It is inevitable.” … “Steady now. It will only consume you if you let it. But the cold will come.” - wow, foreshadowing? In my fic? Sure is!

- “I let you in.” - although I’ve heard it in many pieces of media with demons, the most famous use of this phrase is in ‘Talk To Me’.

- The art is once again done by the fabulous @/splasharooni !! Here it is again bc I love it so much <33

- “They stand up straight, trying not to cower as he rises to his full height, towering over them by a good foot, at least.” - Cyrus is 6’4”!

- “his long cigarette holder” - like they had back in the ‘20’s, ‘cause he’s a classy old bitch.

- “If they had held them for too long, Beetlejuice’s felt their own limited warmth be slowly but surely sapped away. But now, he was… warm. Goosebumps chased up their arm as he gently turned their hand over, inspecting their purple-ish-blue-hued fingers with his cool gaze.” - I wonder if this has any thematic implications.

- “ “.. couldn’t leave... the house that breather lived in.” They briefly chewed on the inside of their cheek. Careful. Careful.” … “The mark burned into Lydia’s arm, although they are very careful not to say her name, or who she is.” - Demons work by Fae rules, Beej has to be careful not to let their names slip in front of them!

- “Beetlejuice sees hints of starlight through the canopy. They wonder if the sky is clear enough for them to locate their own star. Or Cyrus’. Or-” - Each demon’s true name is based on a star! Like how Beetlejuice’s name is actually Betelgeuse, Cyrus’ name isn’t actually Cyrus.

- “His gaze is gentle and understanding and… alluring. (Was he really that bad? A voice whispers in the fog.)” - YES HE IS. GET A JOB. LEAVE MY BOY ALONE.

- Burning Out / Extinguished - when a demon is killed/dies, these are the terms used to refer to it. ‘Burning Out’ means their internal flame is dying due to any variety of circumstances.

- Seal vs. Ward - a seal is to keep a demon tied to one place/thing/person, a ward keeps demons away from one place/person/thing!

- “Of course. I’m never outside of her control, am I?” - based on my own personal experience once again. Sometimes, no matter what you do, a part of you is unfortunately always influenced by your abuser.

- “ “I know you don’t… partake, still.” Cyrus looks down at Beetlejuice again, raising an eyebrow mirthfully. “You never could stomach it.” A shudder ran up their spine once more. Beetlejuice cast their eyes down to the ground. “.. no.” The thick, sticky taste of iron stings in the back of their throat. Guilt creeps into their hazy mind.” - by ‘partake’, he means consuming human blood, or even flesh. Beej never had the stomach for it. He had to do it once, and he regrets it.

- “Darling, I only want your time.” - Yes, the perfect Deal. Surely there are no exploitable loopholes.

- “So it is done.” - another ‘Late Night with the Devil’ reference!

- “Unlike then, however, Beetlejuice could see the shape of his tail wagging underneath his skirt.” - I wonder why he’s so excited this time?

- “His right ear panged, and he instinctively reached up to fidget with it, halting when he was met with.. something new, some sort of earring now piercing that lobe. It was cool to the touch.” - yes, Cyrus straight up pierced Beej’s ear without consent. But he got a cool little piece of gold jewelry out of it!

[honey-minded-hivemind]

yandere Laura and Sabertooth and child reader who is a hummingbird mutant

Woo! I like what you're thinking! And those two would have a doozy of a time trying to keep up with a hummingbird mutant Reader.(May I call you Humming Anon?) Let's do it:

They weren't sure how it came down to this. An agreement over something irreplaceable, a threat to break whatever broke it (whether it be each other or an enemy), a promise made with blood to decide honor such an important uptaking...

It was a custody agreement, over a young hummingbird mutant. You.

Laura liked you. You were always happy, chattering a mile a minute, all while sipping on juice and eating graham crackers, not a care in the world. You chose to hang out with her of your own free will. You weren't upset when she got things wrong, or weirded out by her trauma. You accepted her as she was, gently hugging her and distracting her with games and fun. You pulled her into games of tag, races to see who the fastest was, competitions over who could drink the most juice. You always included her, even picked her over others.

It wasn't a surprise to her when she decided she would take up being your sibling.

Victor had heard word of a new type of feral mutant running- well, flying- about. A kid with hummingbird wings and jewel-colored feathers, one who had caught the eye of his brother's child. And what good uncle would he be if he didn't go and see them? (He was curious, and if he could use them as leverage, so be it).

He didn't expect to be greeted by sunshine personified, you, a child with buzzing wings and a penchant for sugar. You'd pulled him into a race, and he followed along (he was trying trying chase you down, see if he could capture you). He lost. HE lost? Well... that's new. When you rewarded him with his own box of orange juice for playing along, he came to the conclusion he had to have you as his. A kid who could outrun him, was nice to him despite his fearsome appearance, and had the interest of Logan's pup?

Count him in.

The two ferals found out rather quickly the other had eyes on you, thus leading to their confrontation. Neither one wanted to lose you, especially to another feral, but then, they came to a standstill.

They could simply... team up? Or at least split custody over you. Why not? Laura could be a kid with you and help tire you out, keeping you filled with sugar, and try to bring her dad in on adopting you... While Victor could teach you how to use your powers, giving you an idea of how to defend yourself, showing you new places and treats, and also driving his brother into a protective frenzy, thus sealing the deal that all four of you were family...

It's a win-win situation.

So with a blood pact made and a deal sworn in secret, the two older ferals decide to give sharing a try. How hard can it be between family after all?

[grace--le--domas]

Mission Impossible Rant ? Part 1

had a breakdown and watched all 7 (seven) Mission Impossible movies over the course of *checks watch* three days? Read more for an unhinged rant. Or scroll away. Don't care either way cause life is pointless etc etc

MI:1 - The beginning. The oldest of the bunch. And just like all elder siblings, this one's stoic as hell. Ethan Hunt is introduced to us as this charismatic, cocky agent, out for chaos. Movie looks like it's going to be yet another generic action thriller. Except- his entire team dies (Well, not all of them- more like most of them). Thus begins a noir drama of sorts and honestly? It still holds up. It is paced perfectly, has those late 90s over-the-top action sequences and is a good time all around.

2. MI:2- So, this is where it gets interesting. For some background trivia, let me tell you why this movie's existence is interesting as hell. Up until MI:2, Tom Cruise has never participated in a sequel. People were wondering if he ever would, and sure enough we soon got MI:2 . MI:2 can be best described as a Woo- fever dream of sorts. The only things I can remember now are Thandiwe Newton, pigeons (and doves?) and a cliff climbing. It is the weakest of the bunch in my opinion.

3. MI:3- Lack of critical reception to MI:2 led to a change in directors. Tom Cruise ends up watching Alias and falls deeply in love with JJ Abrahms. JJ has a whole new aesthetic for the franchise. And action!

The entire ending of MI:2 is forgotten. No, seriously, this one begins with Ethan's engagement party to a random girl. He has taken a step back from spying, and is just chilling about- mostly teaching the craft to other agents. Keri Russel is one such agent, and when she gets kidnapped, Hunt springs into action. Russel is killed (wasted Keri Russel imo- go watch The Americans) , Hunt gets married, his wife gets kidnapped and nearly killed- this one's a doozy. Philip Seymour Hoffmann (RIP) is exemplary as a villain though.

Another highlight is Benjamin "Benji" Dunn. More on this later.

4. MI- Ghost Protocol- Keeping in with the let's- get- a- new-director- tradition, this one has Brad Bird at its helm. Bird hasn't directed any live action movies at this point, but he does have more than a decade's experience with animated material (The Incredibles, Ratatouille).

Honestly, this is my absolute favourite of the bunch. This film has everything- the iconic Burg Khalifa sequence, great dialogue, AMAZING pacing. The supporting cast have this incredible chemistry with each other. And this one has humour too! (most of the credit due to Benji, played by Simon Pegg).

Absolutely everything goes wrong in this movie and that's why it slaps. The tension is palpable in almost all scene. This movie is the one that revitalizes the franchise. It only gets better from here.

[houseofsnarry]

💚 HoS Members’ Recs: Self Rec ❤️

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*Sorry for the repost! In the process of fixing a mistake, I accidentally deleted the original post. This mod and Tumblr are not on good terms right now. lol BUT! We added one more fic and it's a doozy! Check it out! And hopefully there are no more mistakes. *crossing fingers

- Scarlet It's NaNoWriMo! While we are busy creating new fics and art and rec lists and everything under the sun for our fav ship, what about some self-recs? Here are some of our fav Snarry works made by us! As we look forward to accomplishing our goals, we got to give appreciation to the works we've done in the past. <3

Art

🎨 Little Christmas story - @flymetosnarryland (AO3) with a snippet on Tumblr

🎨 Severus in red + Under the Influence Harry - @ofnightsndsongs (AO3)

Choose Your Own Adventure

🌸 What Comes Next (And How to Like It) - @likelightinglass (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 28.6k

A choose your own adventure fic! You are Severus Snape. You survived against all odds, and now it's time to take life into your own hands. What will you do with this gift of a second chance, and how will you find your happy ending? Your happy ending is pretty much always Harry Potter, but there's so many fun ways to get there.

Fanfic

📚 B.R.E.D - Elffaw Rated E, Word Count 5.3k

“You have been summoned here today,” he said, each word crisp and clear, “to partake in a physical examination required by the Ministry itself; in other words, you will be B.R.E.D.”

📚 Certain Dark Things - @liladiurne (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 50.3k

“You want me. I know you do.” I was too worn-out by then to even deny it. In the light of day, with only the summer wind and the cicadas to hear, it didn’t seem necessary to hide it. “It doesn’t matter, Harry. This can never happen.” He stared at me some more, and I did my best not to falter under those shimmering eyes. “I won’t tell anyone, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he assured me.“ I know you wouldn’t,” I added, insisting on the conditional. I didn’t like the way he’d spoken as if it had already happened. As if I had already lost. Perhaps I already had. In which Severus takes a trip to Italy, thinking he'll have a quiet time at the Malfoys' villa, but Harry has other plans. Written for prompt #182: AU. Harry never lived with the Dursleys. He was adopted by the reformed Malfoys as an infant. He is secretly in love with his adopted father's best friend, Severus Snape.

📚 Contempt - @danpuff-ao3 (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 20k

Harry hates Snape, and he always will. (He will, won’t he?)

📚 Courting Day - wendymarlowe Rated M, Word Count 42.8k

It's Courting Day: seventh- and eighth-year students get the chance to declare their intentions to formally woo each other. The only way for Harry to avoid being a matrimonial target is to put in a declaration of his own. Surely if he picks someone who would never in a million years accept his suit, he'll escape unscathed...

📚 dream a little dream of me - @dandelionstars (AO3) with art by @acydpop (AO3) Rated T, Word Count 4.6k

While Severus was not a strong enough Seer to receive complete soulmate dreams, unfortunately, he had just enough power to catch fleeting moments of his soulmate. These flashes of intense joy were more of a curse than a blessing. Despair was suffocating when his hopes were dashed again and again like carved crystal, inevitably shattered on the floor. A Snarry Soulmate AU

📚 For I Have Found Salvation - @lumosatnight (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 7.1k

Severus is a priest, and Harry is the parishioner who may just make him break his vows of celibacy.

📚 Harry Potter’s Avada Kedavra Wedding - whythehellnothavefun Rated M, Word Count 11.4k

(From The Book of Terms And Their Definitions, page 101) Avada Kedavra Wedding: noun, informal, see also: Avada Kedavra Marriage An enforced or hurried wedding, due to one member being pregnant or under blackmail, potentially to gain access to another’s vault(s) and/or properties. (See also: Muggle Oxford English Dictionary, shotgun wedding/shotgun marriage)

📚 Invisible String - @givereadersahug (AO3) Rated G, Word Count 3.7k

The first time Harry saw Snape's black eyes — him truly acknowledging Snape's existence beyond him being his mean professor — it was the night after Harry killed Professor Quirrell. He was dreaming, and in his dreams, he was screaming. Harry dreams of Severus over the years.

📚 On the Origins of Dementors - DarkTony Rated G, Word Count 2.6k

Amidst the pages of tomes that now remain unread,there a story, a fable, a legend goes of a man made of misery…

📚 Sir Saisir - @coconutice22 (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 27k

Some things that glitter are gold. Twenty years after defeating Lord Voldemort, Severus has a meet-cute at a, ahem, private members' club.

📚 The Beat of Their Own Drum - @aeternumregina (AO3) Rated M, Word Count 2.4k

Harry sees Snape dancing at a bar, and is instantly enthralled by this new, carefree person who barely seems to resemble his old teacher.

📚 The Way Death Clutches At Life - @tax-onomic (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 7k

Death is permanent, unless it is not.

📚 This is not my beautiful wife - Klari Rated M, Word Count 35.9k

What happened after Harry smashed up Dumbledore’s office? With Sirius dead and his plans to run away from the Wizarding World on hold, Harry is on the edge— literally, and Severus manages to learn rather a lot about him at the top of the Astronomy Tower.

📚 Wish not for a soul that is full of sin - @serenaew (AO3) Rated T, Word Count 4.7k

After all, a flighty soul could not return to the water, or to the earth, as they maintained all life eventually should. (What one did not have, they believed, could not be broken.) Prologue to the merman!Snape, amnesia AU no one asked for.

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[poindexters-labratory]

Okay, just blurting out my bare bones of planning. I am REALLY close to finishing Chapter One of the first issue of Wild Cat, and I really want to start working on the short pilot comic for The Abyss (my creepypasta au).

I haven't forgotten about my fnaf Easter fic, that's going to be updated soon, I believe. I have to write out the script for issue two of Wild Cat alongside it, and woo, that's gonna be a doozy.

Thankfully, the rest of the issues for Wild Cat aren't going to have a prologue, so I won't have to do five segments for the rest of the installation. If one issue is going to take me a year, so fucking be it. I do everything by myself, and I like it that way.

If I can get the rest of these smaller projects out of the way, I can put a lot more of my time into Wild Cat, but I'm hoping to start college sometime soon, so EH. The Abyss isn't going to be an actual comic until way later down the line, I hope I'm still interested in it because I really enjoy that project.

It probably won't start being worked on until after I finish up Wild Cat, which I'm planning on it being maybe 7-9 issues long. The Abyss can be a "shifting gears" project in-between Wild Cat and Before the Storm. I'm planning on Before the Storm being a little bit longer, maybe 12 issues because there's a lot more ground to cover.

I don't have much of a plan worked out for how long The Abyss is going to be. Originally, when I was deep in the trenches of my creepypasta hyperfixation, I wanted there to be four installations. And just a heads up, The Abyss is going to be an 18+ comic because it's very heavy on the guts and gore and mature themes and all that.

I really do enjoy making comics and being a comic artist. This has been a blast so far, and we're only just getting started. And thank you to everyone that leaves commentary in my notes!! I really really enjoy reading them and appreciate them a lot, they give me the inspiration to keep drawing and writing. I love making people giggle and gasp and get invested. Tells me that I'm a good storyteller! At least I hope I am :3

Also!! Send me asks about fnaf or Wild Cat or creepypasta if anyone would like, I love talking about my stories :D

[thrwheeloffate]

Hi hi! If it isn't too much of a bother, may I see what the wheel has in store for me?

Oh no! Not a bother at all!!

Here you go!

A demigod! Woo! Now this will be fun. Stronger, faster and more powerful.

Now to see the type of demigod.

As a true demigod you are a child of an olympian level god whose domain I will pick next.

Here it goes!

A demigod of medicine. Immune to illness and a great healer too!

Of course demigod implies only one half of the equation, now we see the next.

A mythical being...now this one is a doozy because there are lots of possibilities here...dryads? sirens? minotaurs? giants? All here.

A mermaid? Much like a fish hybrid you have fins and a tail, unlike them you are not able to leave the water in normal conditions ...also unlike them you have some amount of control over the water around you.

Talking about that, where do you live in the sea?

The midnight zone, so deep light doesn't reach. You might have some interesting characteristics like pointy teeth and weird features, this is the zone where angler fish live in.

Hope being a nightmare fuel demigod of medicine mermaid works for you @silverorchideon !

[the-chronicle-of-holy-days]

Day 6

Liber Liberi vel Lapidis Lazuli Adumbratio Kabbalae Aegyptiorum sub figurâ VII

I

1. My God, how I love Thee!

2. With the vehement appetite of a beast I hunt Thee through the Universe.

3. Thou art standing as it were upon a pinnacle at the edge of some fortified city. I am a white bird, and perch upon Thee.

4. Thou art My Lover: I see Thee as a nymph with her white limbs stretched by the spring.

5. She lies upon the moss; there is none other but she:

6. Art Thou not Pan?

7. I am He. Speak not, O my God! Let the work be accomplished in silence.

8. Let my cry of pain be crystallized into a little white fawn to run away into the forest!

9. Thou art a centaur, O my God, from the violet-blossoms that crown Thee to the hoofs of the horse.

10. Thou art harder than tempered steel; there is no diamond beside Thee.

11. Did I not yield this body and soul?

12. I woo thee with a dagger drawn across my throat.

13. Let the spout of blood quench Thy blood-thirst, O my God!

14. Thou art a little white rabbit in the burrow Night.

15. I am greater than the fox and the hole.

16. Give me Thy kisses, O Lord God!

17. The lightning came and licked up the little flock of sheep.

18. There is a tongue and a flame; I see that trident walking over the sea.

19. A phœnix hath it for its head; below are two prongs. They spear the wicked.

20. I will spear Thee, O Thou little grey god, unless Thou beware!

21. From the grey to the gold; from the gold to that which is beyond the gold of Ophir.

22. My God! but I love Thee!

23. Why hast Thou whispered so ambiguous things? Wast Thou afraid, O goat-hoofed One, O horned One, O pillar of lightning?

24. From the lightning fall pearls; from the pearls black specks of nothing.

25. I based all on one, one on naught.

26. Afloat in the æther, O my God, my God!

27. O Thou great hooded sun of glory, cut off these eyelids!

28. Nature shall die out; she hideth me, closing mine eyelids with fear, she hideth me from My destruction, O Thou open eye.

29. O ever-weeping One!

30. Not Isis my mother, nor Osiris my self; but the incestuous Horus given over to Typhon, so may I be!

31. There thought; and thought is evil.

32. Pan! Pan! Io Pan! it is enough.

33. Fall not into death, O my soul! Think that death is the bed into which you are falling!

34. O how I love Thee, O my God! Especially is there a vehement parallel light from infinity, vilely diffracted in the haze of this mind.

35. I love Thee.

I love Thee.

I love Thee.

36. Thou art a beautiful thing whiter than a woman in the column of this vibration.

37. I shoot up vertically like an arrow, and become that Above.

38. But it is death, and the flame of the pyre.

39. Ascend in the flame of the pyre, O my soul! Thy God is like the cold emptiness of the utmost heaven, into which thou radiatest thy little light.

40. When Thou shall know me, O empty God, my flame shall utterly expire in Thy great N. O. X.

41. What shalt Thou be, my God, when I have ceased to love Thee?

42. A worm, a nothing, a niddering knave!

43. But Oh! I love Thee.

44. I have thrown a million flowers from the basket of the Beyond at Thy feet, I have anointed Thee and Thy Staff with oil and blood and kisses.

45. I have kindled Thy marble into life — ay! into death.

46. I have been smitten with the reek of Thy mouth, that drinketh never wine but life.

47. How the dew of the Universe whitens the lips!

48. Ah! trickling flow of the stars of the mother Supernal, begone!

49. I Am She that should come, the Virgin of all men.

50. I am a boy before Thee, O Thou satyr God.

51. Thou wilt inflict the punishment of pleasure — Now! Now! Now!

52. Io Pan! Io Pan! I love Thee. I love Thee.

53. O my God, spare me!

54. Now!

It is done! Death.

55. I cried aloud the word — and it was a mighty spell to bind the Invisible, an enchantment to unbind the bound; yea, to unbind the bound

Years favorite is in bold

Wow this is a doozy lol why all the tower cards remind me of the finale of the Magnus Archives

Artwork source https://www.deviantart.com/decepticoniancybra/art/The-Tower-Tarot-Card-871366781

[minijenn]

Yknow in the swap of fates au it's interesting as a dynamic because despite everything atleast the twins still have each other. Unlike Steven who was the only one who had to deal with the unknown of being a half-gem atleast Dipper and Mabel will have each other to fall back on and relate with the growing pains of not knowing what you quite are and where you belong.

Dang the birthday episode must've been a doozy though cuz you've got Mabel "Scared to grow up" Pines and Dipper "I want to grow up faster" Pines in conflict with that whole age presentation thing

Hhhhhh no but I’ve had such Swap brainrot lately bc THINK ABOUT ALL OF IT!!! The way the twins dynamic would evolve would be so interesting in swap! Like early on I think Dipper would be pretty jealous of Mabel, she can summon a tangible weapon while he can’t, has both fire powers and superior strength, meanwhile all he can do is summon ice and future vision which I I feel like he’d often see more as a curse than a blessing. But then suddenly he develops stuff like the whole “being able to make others cry when he does” (idk what the term for that is), levitation, and other such Diamond specific powers and suddenly the Sapphire was Blue Diamond reveal comes out and suddenly there is this HUGE power imbalance between the twins esp in the swap equivalent of Diamond Days where Homeworld expects Dipper to basically be royalty while hey expect Mabel to basically be his servant and when they don’t fall in line with those roles bc why the hell would they? Woo boy the other diamonds boutta be maaaad

Also Swap Future? These two both trying to cope with everything they’ve been through and failing miserably? Honestly I could see Swap Future being all about their relationship breaking down even more bc of just how unequal they really are, culminating in a huge fight (verbally and physically) between them. And of course, much like Steven one of them, if not both ends up corrupted bc I live for the drama.

God just swap au man… I forgot how much I fucking love it.

[fayeandknight]

I went to check out another house today and oh boy was it a doozy.

It was originally built in 1881 and I could see from the photos that it was not habitable. But it sits on a half acre in an area I'm interested in. Also I can see the charm in the bones, so to speak. Like a half circle window with built in seating, which to me shouts book nook.

I brought my dad because he's knowledgeable about construction and built our family home from scratch.

Got there and it was immediately obvious that this place is way worse than advertised. The second story all season room looks ready to fall off, there's foam patching along sections of the underside of the roof, porch looks like it'd drop you faster than you could curse, etc. It would be a massive undertaking to make it livable.

But the yard is fairly level and partially fenced in from the neighbors. It's set a decent distance from the road and has ample space from neighbors on all sides. This is big for me because I intend to board dogs (through my current job) and I don't want to piss off neighbors with barking dogs.

And while this isn't a basis to buy such a house on, something about it calls to me in a way I haven't experienced before. More on this under the cut because it's spiritual woo woo talk.

When I do a drive by, I literally drive by. I cruise through the neighborhood and take my time. But I don't go up to the house. However between this place clearly not being occupied and my dad having older white dude audacity, we got out and walked around the yard. We went all the way around the house, he pointed out a test patch where someone investigated the siding and it's layers, stomped on the dilapidated porch, and found a well with a hand crank.

At one point I was standing close to the road while he was on the porch reading orange town issued notices posted on the front door. A guy working for the house across the street stopped to stare at us. My dad gave a friendly wave, the contractor returned it, and despite my fears of the cops being called on us, nothing happened.

I thought initially this might be a place that I buy, spend a few months of heavy sweat equity on and hire a contractor or two for major things. But ultimately could make livable while continuing to fix up within three months or so. In addition to major interior work, it needs rewiring/electrical work, a plumbing overhaul, a new roof and gutters, new siding, a new porch, new windows, and most likely just tearing off the all season porch at minimum. So yeah just a fuck ton of work.

My dad and I agreed that this place was pretty far over our ability to renovate. But something makes me want to dig into it deeper anyway. While I highly doubt this place will turn into anything for me. I'm going to look into possible financing options. And I've set my dad to contacting the listing agent and the county office to see what's up.

My next step is digging into a renovation specific loan, the FHA 203k loan. Even though this place probably won't pan out I think it'll serve as a good test run of what I'd need. Cause let's be honest between the current economy and housing market, whatever I end up with will need work.

I don't typically talk about this, but I am pagan and consider myself a spiritual person. And while I don't see the mystical in the mundane everywhere, when I do I, I do.

When I hesitantly stepped onto the property I got a sense of the house. It's got a presence. Something quiet, mostly dormant, and not a little resigned to being torn down. But it's deep, having grown out from the house itself and into the ground around it. It felt like it cracked one eye half way open to regard me. It was very tired. But it also conveyed a feeling that if I restored it, it would be my house.

It would not only protect and shelter me like a good house should. But it would make sure I was happy there. It would pull on its deep connection to the land to make sure this was a place I thrived in. If I invested in it, it would invest in me with the shared goal of quiet, simple joy.

No bombastic promises of glory or great success. But a secure space to sing off tune while I bake bread. Sunny windows to dry herbs in. And love ingrained in the archways of architectures no longer in fashion.

It's not something I'm willing to use as a reason to immediately go all in on. But I'd be lying to myself if I didn't admit that it's part of the reason I'm investigating what it would take to make this place a home.

[nerdynikki94]

I've kind of been in limbo on this fic I've been tossing around, but I wanted to hold off and see where canon will be by the end of S16 with the emotions brewing between Mac & Dennis. And boy.... I'm glad I did.

Yes.... the 'Johnny' of it all. I have too many fucking thoughts (all wickedly delighted at this shameless development) but even just at a surface human level: Dennis catfished Mac. That's a really fucked up thing to do to your friend.

He falsified a relationship with him. That's an intimate betrayal, and I don’t think it's just a joke that Mac was in denial. He's given up at Dennis' insistence of being straight. Only for the lie detector test to determine: THAT WAS A LIE! Followed by the confession that he has been intentionally yanking Mac back, outright pursuing and establishing a written, sexual and consuming relationship because he's no longer getting Mac's attention and devotion. He tells Mac to move on, but he's secretly working against any possible progress Mac could make.

I know it's a sitcom, and reveals are played for laughs, but Rob first put on that heartbroken and wounded puppy dog expression when Dennis admitted that he was Johnny. If Mac really didn't understand what Dennis was saying, then why did he try to stop him from talking about, proving it? Why did he lie and say it was buzzing before Dennis could press it?

'Then, who is you?' Is Dennis, Dennis? Is Dennis, Johnny? Is there any hope that Mac could ever fall in love with anyone other than Dennis? After everything it took for them to become friends again; Mac doesn't want to believe it. Even if the remaining episodes do little to show it, deep down, he knows, and he's hurting over it.

Still, the point stands that according to S16E4, Dennis had devoted weeks to secretly wooing Mac. Like, they had to start somewhere before the anal beads. There's a reason Mac thinks Johnny is special, a reason Mac is certain he's in love with someone he's never met. I wonder what's in those texts.

Can't wait for the smut fics to come out on this. We all know that Mac wasn’t the only one getting off during those exchanges.

I cannot even get into the Charlie and Uncle Jack trauma they've been bitch-slapping us with this season. Like, Jesus Christ, they won't let up. I'm cringing the whole time. I started getting the neck thing.

This one was a fucking doozy, just like.... damn. Hey, at least RCG are not catering to the sunny dudebros so much, because they pretty much just finally gave us our rightful, canonically queer Dennis Reynolds!