#dr. cee

[caossource]

High res promotional stills from Hilda and Dr Cee's wedding (s4 ep2)

[zayne-snowman]

Dr. Zayne... The moon is so pretty.. Would you like to watch it with me?

-Cee 🌹🌹🌹

Yes, the moon is beautiful, isn't it?

I would love to watch it with you.

[joshriku]

Can you suggest some good comic!pietro fics?

sure! emphasis on 'some' bc there aren't many i like out there. youd think for a character w 14k fics some of them would be about comic pietro that i like. regardless

but i believe you are pushing your luck by shroomyystar: i read this one today. i cant express how bad this fucked me up . i am still thinking abt it. pietro & erik post axis retcon, a conversation about how pietro is no longer erik's actual son. the character writing in this is driving me crazy i need to go sit down with someone and discuss i tliterature class style IM INSNAE. so good.

Cycles by shroomyystar: fucked me up good as well im not gonna lie! pietro faces judgement from the progenitor. AXE compliant. SHOULDVE BEEN AN ACTUAL ISSUE METHINKS.. pietro characterization immaculate, plus LUNA.. ahh!!

Color Theory by Kworei: silver age pietro ft erik and wanda, brotherhood early days. SO good. pietro bullies erik for being a lil stupid and they also get to choose the colors for their outfits :) huge fan of pietro's writing and just how easy he can provoke erik he's my special boy

I might have recced this for the time someone asked me for wanda fics but Scatter What Remains by indevan remains such a good fic for both of them augh

rite of passage (driving lessons remix) by kworei: erik teaches pietro to drive. (GONE WRONG) set in the silver age as well. it's so ic it's actually painful and you really really wish they could jus thave normal driving lessons but they DONT. thats the beauty of it. pietro is just so good in this you really understand why he is the way he is

holding out for a hero by punkbean: OHH IM CRAZY IM CRAZY IM CRAZY U HAVE NO IDEA... TOMMY AND PIETROOOOOOOO THAT'S HIS FUCJKING UNCLE BTW IF ANYONE CARED. it's super good. in which tommy is recued by his hero, quicksilver, and their relationship develops from there. LIEK ITS ACTUALLY CRAZY GOOD ITS MY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT FIC

bonus technically x-men evolution but i liked it sm im reccing it anyway. a bitter boy like him by chocolatechip in which pietro gets injured and scott summers kisses his boo boo. SUCH a good and funny fic PLEASE.

[gamat3000]

[saphluvstc]

CANON EVENT!!!!

[provokedgoalie]

trying to finish caos 😅

[godheadjones]

HUNGRY LIKE THE WOLF IN SABRINA!!!!!!!!!

anyway if i had a nickel for everytime i heard hungry like the wolf by duran duran in a show developed by ras based on archie comics id have two nickels which isn't a lot but its weird that it happened twice

[thebumblecee]

Went to work, lasted one hour and was sent home due to the agonies

Spent more time travelling than working 🙃🙃🙃

[reinabeestudio]

I don't regret the direction I took with Colorful Company at all (detaching from Deltarune & making it my own thing) but I admit sometimes I miss the simpler askblog days

[yoroiis]

@thundertide​ cont. from here!

“ Okay, but then let me ask you this- ” Heizou would continue with a finger lifted for emphasis. 

“ If we’re strictly going by what’s written on menu, then wouldn’t the ‘sakura mochi ice cream’ be false advertising? If it’s listed as being something ‘sakura’, then shouldn’t it taste like sakura instead of being flavored like strawberries? It’s really not that hard to make something taste like that, you know. Especially in Inazuma- ”

“ On the other hand, the ‘lavender melon dango’ is just what it says: dango that both looks and tastes like the fruit it’s named after. So in theory, the dango should be the most popular, right? I mean, no one likes to be lied to. ”

Yet, Cee was right regardless. This shop’s ‘sakura mochi’ was the most popular item on their menu despite it technically being misleading. As it turned out, the customers who frequented here liked the mochi’s more sweet flavor, which could’ve only been made possible with the addition of a sweet fruit, like strawberries. As it turned out, people didn’t mind being lied to so long as the end result was something harmless.

Just like Cee was falling right into that same trap, too! And Heizou would just laugh-

“ Haha, now let me take a stab at something! Sakura mochi ice cream is what you’d order here, too, right? ”

[votava-records]

SOUL ASSASSINS - CHAPTER 1 REVISITED: 25 YEARS LATER (Mini-Doc)

[zayne-snowman]

Zayne... Can you hold me? I'm so traumatized with everything that happens in N109... I am so scared without you.. 😢😢😢

-Cee 🌹🌹🌹

I'm here now. It must've been frightening to go there by yourself. I know you're strong, and you can get over this, but I will be here for you until you do.

[magaprima]

Lilith made a deliberate effort to smile brightly, her desire to be perceived as the warm, approachable and entirely normal principal lacing her expression with a barely hidden intensity. She kept her blue eyes fixed on Joyce Byers as the woman was headed towards the door, Mrs Meeks waiting dutifully to lead her out of Lilith's office.

"May I be the first to say welcome to Greendale, Mrs Byers," she added as a parting comment. "And if you're ever feeling particularly lost, or at sea, have a little visit to Dr Cerberus'; it could be just the ticket."

That was the thing about the Upside down it had changed a lot of people that knew about it. But she wasn't sure that Principal Wardwell needed to know that because they were trying to put it behind them.

"I hope so too." She said. Just because they had moved that didn't mean they couldn't contact their friends. She just asked that they not tell them because she was a bit too afraid that it could follow them here. It was supposed to be a fresh start. A nod from Joyce. "I will thank you. You've been very kind."

[eastwindmlk]

Another dubbel dip for Jilyweek? Don't mind if I do! The continuation station will depart to a little piece of The Everything Else from TB(itb)US. This little gem does require having read the first 7 chapters for full context. If you want to the full thing is 19.6k and can be found here

Though can be enjoyed as a standalone with a little TL;DR

Lily left Hogwarts in year 3 because her parents emigrated. Years later, she is given a potions apprenticeship with one Fleamont Potter. She moves into the bedroom across the hall from James. With a little meddling of his mother, they realize their feelings for each other. But now comes the hard part. They cannot be together until she is no longer his father's apprentice.

Once again, thank you to @kay-elle-cee and @sunshinemarauder for making all this possible and enabling me to dip back into this.

1.5k under the cut!

It was one of those quiet nights where Lily wanted to do nothing more than waste away her hours brewing. Staring down a cauldron, working towards her graduation, towards not having to sneak around any longer. Afraid to be caught sleeping with her teacher’s son.

But tonight she was barred from the lab and under strict instructions of her her potions master to enjoy herself.

The problem was, she really had no idea what or how.

Initially the redhead had planned go down into town, have a drink at the pub and maybe beat some of the old men at darts. Something that she’d been known to do from time to time. Her name now standing proudly near the top of the leaderboard. But she was about to shimmy into her one dressy skirt as the sky broke open.

Now, could she still slip and slide her way down the hill and have a good time? Sure. But she also could slip and slide her way right into the A&E, which was not something that she was all too keen on.

Which meant she was going to have to make new plans that did not require her to leave the Potter estate.

Lily’d wandered the hallways for a while, making idle chatter with some of the paintings before winding her way up to the small library. In the hopes of finding James there, reading or playing chess with himself. She even found him playing with Sirius over an enchanted mirror once or twice. She usually would slip out of the room before either of them would notice.

But she had no such luck. The room was empty, the fire dying in the hearth.

That was something to do, she supposed, finding the little rack of tools beside the fireplace, picking up the poker. Hoping to bring some life back to the flames, watching the embers glow and crackle at her insistence. Slowly but surely they were spurred into coming alive.

It was then, with her eyes trained on the embers that she remembered James talking about being out for a Quidditch match. She’d even sulked about the the fact that he was going to be out the whole night.

Lily reached up, letting her fingers linger on the spot on her jaw he’d kissed before leaving her with the promise of more when he returned.

When the flames danced brighter now as she placed a few more logs onto it. The warmth of the flames pleasant.

Lily took a deep breath, letting the quiet warmth wrapping around her like a blanket and the crackle of the fire persuading her to stay here. To curl up with a book. Research was almost as good as actually brewing.

It would not even really be ignoring instructions. She enjoyed research and just this room had enough rare books to keep her occupied for years to come. If the house had not offered another, more enticing, distraction she might have made more headway.

But alas, she would have to settle for reading whenever the distraction was too busy to distract her.

And so, gathered some pillows and one of the large throws that were in nearly every room and settled in with a modest selection of books.

Chewing on the end of her pen, Lily was studying a particularly chapter on transmutation when a folly of footfalls pulled her from her reading. Her eyes flicking to the door.

No one should be home until tomorrow. So who was in her house?

Heart hammering in her chest, she reached for her wand before remembering that she’d left it in her room. Never expecting to actually need it when she wasn’t going to be going anywhere.

Shit

Lily’s eyes darted around the room trying to find something, anything, to defend herself with. Landing on the fire and the little rack of tools that stood beside it.

She jumped to her feet just as the door began to rattle and scrambled over to grab the cast iron poker, brandishing it like a sword as she faced the door. She was determined to get at least one good wack in before she would let herself panic.

The door swung open, Lily’s eyes squeezed closed as she charged the fire poker raised up, over her shoulder going for a wide swing.

“Oh ho, ho! Careful there Little Red,” said a familiar voice, a hand wrapping around her wrist and easily stopping the momentum of her swing. “What in Gaia’s green earth are you trying to do?”

Her eyes flew open and instantly narrowed at a incredibly amused looking Sirius. “Defending myself,” she replied with a perturbed pout.

“Maybe next time keep your eyes open?”

“-Gee, thanks for that enlightened titbit,” Lily bit back, masking her embarrassment with snark and an eye roll, jerking the poker from his grip and waving it in his directions threateningly. “What are you two even doing here? I thought you were staying in Oxford.”

Her eyes shifted from Sirius to James, who clearly made an effort to not make the same mistake Sirius had and keeping his features schooled into a mask of nonchalance though he could not quite keep the glint from his eye.

James pulled up a single shoulder. Too casual to not be practised, she decided. “You sounded pretty disappointed that I wasn’t going to be around, so I thought we’d move our evening here.”

He said this with such nonchalance, like it wasn’t the most thoughtful thing a boy – man – had ever done for her. And without her even having to ask. It filled her with a warmth that spread from her chest, like a tight embrace.

So distracted by the little gesture by the casualness of it all that she almost forgot that Sirius was there when she threw her arms around James, their lips smashing together unceremoniously for a desperate kiss with too much tongue and teeth but neither of them seemed to care.

It wasn’t until Sirius cleared his throat that she let her eyes leave James’, keeping an arm around him. “Can I help you, Padfoot?” she snipped, turning her nose skyward when he chuckled.

“No, no by all means go on,” Sirius teased in return and gave them a superior look. “I was just under the impression you two were waiting for after graduation. New plan?”

Lily nodded doubtful, James eagerly.

Sirius snorted, giving his head a shake. “Good to see we are all agree here.” He wrapped his arm around the pair of them, the fire poker now laying discarded by the door and he steered them towards the couch. Wedging himself between them, much to the dismay of both of them.

“You two get to cuddle up when you decide what the plan is,” he informed them. Lily couldn’t help but groan, knowing full well this would end up in another argument.

Still, she took a deep breath and answered. “The new plan is the old plan, just because we fell off the wagon once, doesn’t mean we can’t give it another try.”

She could hear James scoff and she knew he was giving her a deadpan stare, not that she was going to look at him and give him the satisfaction of her flustering as he added. “Right, once. Every other day, sometimes twice a day.”

He wasn’t wrong, but hearing him say it like that sounded so much worse than she had compartmentalized it as. Maybe they did have a problem. “Right, maybe it is a bigger commitment than we anticipated, but I am sure we can rise to the occasion.”

“I think James is rising to several occasions by the sound of it,” Sirius quipped and coughed as Lily elbowed him in the side. Offering him her best glaring side eye.

James just laughed and she wanted to be annoyed at it, but is was just too damn funny.

She had to stifle a laugh as she leaned her head against Sirius’s shoulder. “Damn you, Black,” she made a poor attempt at not laughing at the innuendo.

“As long as nothing rises while I’m still in the room, I don’t really see the issue,” Sirius added with a shrug of his shoulders. “You’re both adults, legally speaking,” he paused to give James a look that made her wonder what inside joke she was missing before continuing “, you can make your own decisions.”

Lily was about to say something about her degree when she was cut off with a hand raised. “I understand the academia side of it all. I am not saying run and tell. I am saying, maybe just stop pretending to each other.”

Lily couldn’t help but be somewhat surprised at the thoughtfulness behind the words. Somehow she never quite expected the Sirius Black she knew in third year to actually speak wisely. But people change.

Just as she thought that, he had to go and remind her that they might change, but not that much.

“And me. Not that you could, I could tell by this one’s stupid smirk,” he joked, wrapping an arm around James to pin him to his chest and mess up the already messy hair. Like it would make any difference.

This set the tone for the rest of the night. They filled it with cosy banter and no actual potions. Which maybe was actually what she needed after all.

[songstresstinyteacup]

Lilith catching Zelda with her cat o’nine tails after a fight with Sabrina.

The sharp click of stiletto heels, no less than three inches tall, typically announced Lilith’s presence to anyone within the Spellman Mortuary, be it Sabrina, Ambrose, Hilda, or Dr. Cee, but alas it was not the four of them that Lilith sought.

It was Zelda that Lilith was looking for, following an explosive fight between the matriarch of the Spellman household and the newly-resurrected Sabrina, during which Ambrose had cowered, and Hilda and Kenny were at their shop, blessedly having missed the entire row.

The click of her heels, often accompanied by the faint scent of brimstone mixed with a seductive floral and musk perfume that Zelda had purchased for her during the past Solstice, served as warning enough.

Or at least the demons in Hell had learned to think so.

Lilith’s eyes scanned the parlor, then the kitchen, and then Zelda’s office at home within the mortuary, but the familiar coiffed red tresses were not to be found anywhere within.

The demoness huffed as she brought her hands up onto her hips, continuing her saunter into the hallway and up the stairs toward the bedroom that she shared with Zelda.

The house was conveniently empty following the row, Sabrina had stormed out in a cacophony of slamming doors and stomping feet, Ambrose had cut and run almost immediately after, though of course Lilith hadn’t bothered to chase after the cowardly warlock, and with the comic book shop open till the witching hour, she hadn’t had to worry about finding Hilda and Kenny in a compromising position on her search.

Bile rose in the back of Lilith’s throat at the memory of her accidental intrusion, yet, at the same time, she was highly impressed with just the amount of chains Hilda had her husband bound in.

The clock chimed in the hall, and Lilith muttered a curse under her breath as she realized how long it had been since she’d left the house after Sabrina.

Every fiber of Lilith’s black and twisted soul had called out to her to stay with Zelda, rather than chase after the teenage witch who seemed to have a death wish, but Lilith had been able to push her guilt at leaving Zelda aside, heaven-bent on lecturing her niece.

Sabrina had needed to be informed just how much Zelda had gone through to get her back, and with Zelda crumbling to pieces under Sabrina’s angry words, that duty fell to Lilith.

Even so, Lilith was back in the mortuary now, and actively seeking her wife, so she continued through the hallway until she reached the threshold of their closed bedroom door, pausing with her hand on the knob, listening.

Quiet sobs could be heard from inside, and Lilith’s heart wrenched at the sounds. 

She hated it when Zelda cried, hated it more than Lucifer and the kings of Hell, and, somehow she hated it even more than she hated herself, and so Lilith pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The Queen of Hell had expected to see Zelda crying, expected to see her wrapped in a dressing gown and curled into herself on the bed. Lilith had also expected to see Zelda clutching a bag of ice in her hands, an alternative to harming herself in the various other ways Lilith had learned that Zelda used to torture herself with.

What Lilith had not expected to see, however, was Zelda, sitting on their bed, the bodice of her dressing gown pooled around her hips leaving her chest, shoulders, and back exposed, and her cat o’nine tails in hand.

“Zelda Phiona Spellman, what in Hecate’s name are you doing with that?!” Lilith hissed, striding forward and grabbing the flogger with one hand and using the others to pry Zelda’s fingers off of the handle.

“Leave me alone.” Zelda whimpered, clenching even tighter around the flogger’s handle, but she hadn’t the strength Lilith had, not at that moment, and before Zelda could utter a single word more, Lilith had the flogger.

Lilith strode over to the fireplace, lighting it with one glance and slinging the flogger into the flames, watching as it burned.

Zelda flung herself off of the bed, lurching for the fireplace, hand outstretched, but Lilith was quick to pull a weeping Zelda into her arms and hold her close.

They remained that way for a moment, Lilith staring at the flames, Zelda weeping with her head down, before Lilith guided Zelda back to the bed and sat her down.

“I think you’ll find that I’m very much incapable of leaving my beautiful wife alone, even when she asks me to.” Lilith tried with a wink, but Zelda just began to cry harder.

Lilith quickly gathered the despondent High Priestess into her arms, clutching her close.

“Just breathe, darling. Can you do that for me?” The demoness whispered, taking and releasing a large breath in the hopes that Zelda would follow suit.

Zelda took all of two breaths before another sob bubbled up in her throat, and Lilith pulled back slightly.

“She hates me, Lilith. Sabrina hates me.” Zelda sobbed, and Lilith ran her fingers through Zelda’s hair, once perfectly coiffed, now wild and messy from the force of Zelda’s grief.

“No. Do you hear me, Zelda? Sabrina does not hate you, she just didn’t understand exactly what you had to go through to get her back. She won’t make that mistake again, I swear to you.” Lilith cupped Zelda’s face, wiping away the tears there.

Zelda, on the rare occasion where she allowed her emotions to show, still managed to be mind-bogglingly beautiful. Even with red, bloodshot eyes, a red-tipped nose, tear stains trailing from her cheeks down onto her neck, Lilith still couldn’t believe Zelda’s innate beauty.

“Come here, my love. Let me clean these up for you.” Lilith soothed, stepping over toward Zelda’s vanity to pick up a tin of salve, returning to the bed to sit down and gently rub some onto all of the marks Zelda’s flogger had made.

Red angry marks mottling Zelda’s skin should be a crime, Lilith had often stated more than once, a crime to mar the alabaster flesh, unless Lilith herself had been the one to make the marks.

Lilith’s brow furrowed at the thought, even her marks were not so extreme as these.

“Lilith?” Zelda’s voice was small, unsure.

“Hm?” Lilith hummed in response, moving Zelda’s fiery tresses to one shoulder so she could reach a particularly nasty mark on Zelda’s back.

“I’m sorry.” Zelda mumbled, and Lilith inhaled.

Zelda almost never apologized for anything, and she was apologizing to Lilith when Lilith was not the one in pain.

“I don’t ever want to see that infernal tool again, Zelda. Do I make myself clear? If you’re struggling you can always summon me. I’ll gladly come to you.” Lilith’s tone was firm, but gentle.

After a moment, Zelda nodded, and Lilith carefully pulled the silk dressing gown back up and over Zelda’s body, taking care not to let the fabric brush over the welts on Zelda’s fragile skin, then Zelda pushed herself back up and in the direction of her vanity.

Zelda’s fingers had barely skimmed the handle of her hairbrush before Lilith tutted, then she turned to face the demoness.

“I believe that particular privilege belongs to me, Zelda, dear. Go on to your creams and salves.” Lilith breezed over, wrapping her own fingers around the brush handle and revelling in the weight of the antique steel brush.

Last Solstice Lilith had very nearly replaced the entire brush and comb set with a new one made of solid gold, befitting the station of the Queen Consort, but after discussing the idea with Hilda, Lilith had learned that the silver vanity set had been the very last gift Edward had given his sister before his death.

Still, the silver was sturdy, cool to the touch of Lilith’s palm as she lifted it and began to pass through the ends of Zelda’s hair.

Touching Zelda’s hair was one of the rarest privileges, not offered to just anyone. Hilda was only allowed to touch it when treating wounds or tending to an ill Zelda, no other member of the family or coven was ever granted the same.

That had been before Lilith had quite literally strode into a grieving Zelda’s room, intent to meddle and pester until her promise to a young Sabrina Morningstar had been fulfilled in its entirety. Now Lilith herself held the right to handle Zelda’s fiery tresses as much as she wanted.

Lilith’s careful gaze flickered between Zelda’s reflection in the mirror and the brush in her hands, watching as the High Priestess took off her ruined makeup and applied her nightly skincare routine, ending as always with the lotion being applied to her hands and arms before Zelda put her wedding ring back on.

Lilith carefully replaced the brush on the vanity, taking Zelda’s left hand in her own and bringing it up to kiss her knuckles, the edge of the wedding ring cold against Lilith’s crimson coated lips.

“Better?” The demoness inquired, and Zelda nodded, keeping hold of Lilith and dragging her in the direction of the bed.

Lilith waited until Zelda was settled under the duvet, then snapped her fingers to change into her own nightgown and lay next to her.

“You’re going to get lipstick on the linens again.” Zelda hummed, eyes already bleary with sleep.

Lilith grinned wickedly.

“Oh, Zee, I very much intend to. Hilda can scold me later.”

[cosmicdream222]

Sub & aff tape updates 💕

I hit 333 subscribers at 2:22am 🥰❤️ Thank you all!

I was up late last night making subs cuz I got super inspired! Thanks to queen submaker Cee not gatekeeping the AI voice she used in her latest aff tape, I found a new TTS site with amazing voices! One has a very calm meditative voice that is perfect for relaxing aff tapes. I’m going to be making a few new ones for shifting and void meditations, and I’m gonna remake some old ones like my classic comfort & relaxation tape in a new format with the new voice cuz it’s just so good!

Here’s a list of the robotic aff tapes I have up next to post:

1. I am loved 200x

2. I get whatever I want instantly 100x

3. Everything is easy for me 100x

4. I always wake up in my dr 100x

5. I’m in control 100x

6. I manifested everything on my list 100x

7. I’m in my dr rn 100x

8. I’m living my dream life. I’m in my dr rn. 100x

These are robotic aff requests that I’ll be making next (in no particular order):

1. I have my dream face

2. I have my dream body

3. I have my dream family

4. I have my dream job

5. I have my ideal boyfriend now (+girlfriend version if ppl want?)

6. I have all my desires

7. I am in the void

8. Why am I so lucky?

9. I am a money magnet

Random other requests and things I’m planning:

1. It’s already done. I have everything I want. (15 minute meditation, silent affs, isochronic tones, plus a version without the tones)

2. Boyfriend askfirmations (+girlfriend version if desired?)

3. I am aware in the void right now (void meditation)

4. Comfort & relaxation (updated)

If anyone wants alternate versions of any of these (like no music/sounds version, longer reps etc) let me know cuz they’re not too much extra work. Also taking any requests or suggestions! I’m excited to use the new voice, so any suggestions for calm & meditative aff tapes especially welcome ❤️

And if you requested something and it’s not on my list, I forgot so lmk again 🤪