#i'll do drafts rn

[lilydvoratrelundar]

"We deal with the odd, the unexplained, anything on Earth, or even beyond." "Alien invaders? Little blue men with three heads?"

Giffing Pertwee Who - Spearhead from Space: Episode 1

[carn1epretzelz]

the way these cookies have such a choke hold on me that ive been yanked out of my art block is insane now if only i could apply that to owed stuff rather than personal stuff... ANYWAYS goobers for you guys yay! i apologize for the amount of photos i wanted to combine some of them to make it less of a scroll but tumblr ate the quality. so this is an art dump. dont forget to reblog please :D i appreciate it

bonus

[agentmoppet]

Erised Fic Claim: Where Starlight Falls

Author: agentmoppet (Me!)

Recipient: @citrusses (Happy Erised! And thank you for all your amazing fandom works over the years, and your gorgeous comments as you read through this fic and I silently squealed and sat on my hands so I didn't reply immediately)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60618175/chapters/154777987

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Rating: Explicit

Word count: ~33 000 words 

Summary:

The magic concealing Sirius’s Last Will and Testament doesn’t reveal the full extent of Harry’s inheritance until two years after the war. When it does, it turns out that Harry has inherited more than just the Black Family vault—he’s inherited the family’s magic, too.

He just has to find it first.

And he needs Draco Malfoy’s help to do it.

Tags:

Minor Sirius Black/Remus Lupin; Brief Sirius Black/Others; Drinking to excess; Kissing While Drunk; Grief and past loss; Guilt; Shame; feelings of worthlessness; Mental Health Issues; Smoking; Additional Warnings In Author's Note; The difficulty of redemption; Magical Theory; Mystery; Tenderness; Slow Burn; Competence Kink; Pining while fucking; Frotting; Blow Jobs; Hand Jobs; Anal Fingering; H/D Erised 2024; Clubbing; Legilimency (Harry Potter); Astronomy; Dancing; Gay Awakening; Sectumsempra Scars (Harry Potter); Apologies; Forgiveness; House magic; Punk!Harry Potter; Number Twelve Grimmauld Place; Constellations

Excerpt:

Harry couldn't look away for five whole seconds before he wrenched his gaze to try and see what Malfoy was seeing.

“What is it?” he asked in a hushed whisper, ignoring the crowds of tourists moving around them. “Did you find part of the constellation?”

“I did,” Malfoy said in a very strange voice. “Tell me—what are stars, Potter? What are they made of?”

Harry grimaced. “Gas?”

“Gas captured in a state of nuclear fusion,” Malfoy said, distantly, seeming completely unaware of the oddity of a pureblood wizard using the phrase ‘nuclear fusion’. “There is no way to record or obtain a part of a star down here on Earth without disrupting that chemical reaction in a way that fundamentally destroys it. But with this process of nuclear fusion, they produce light. They shine and they shine, Potter. And so the best way to translocate a constellation of light onto the earth without destroying it is to trap. That. Light.”

He looked at Harry suddenly, his gaze so sharp, the silvery depths of his eyes capturing Harry and holding him still.

“We couldn’t just draw a picture?” Harry suggested in a daze, moving his finger vaguely around in the shape of a star. “Five points, call it a day?”

Malfoy ignored him. “We trapped that light with mirrors. At some point in time, wizards reflected the beam of light from those constellations and then enchanted the mirrors’ reflection so the light never escaped again. And there was the constellation—translocated onto the Earth.”

Harry looked up, alarmed. “I don't see any mirrors.”

“Think smaller,” Malfoy breathed.

Thanks so much to the mods for all the amazing, difficult, exhausting work you put in behind the scenes!!

[midnight-mourning]

I'm back! (for the most part)

Hello, hope everyone is doing alright, needed a few more days than I expected. BUT, here now and slowly working on being more active. May take me a bit but plan to get caught up with everything and the likes. Going to release promptobers throughout the next couple of days, along with anything else I'm currently working on. Expect some updates on the oneshot, ch. 35 and so on as well ^-^ Thank you all for your paitence and hope to be back to regularly posting soon!

some medical/mental stuff below the cut if you're curious, I was going to save this for the ch. 35 note, but figured I might as well just say it now as it's part of the reason my return was delayed

SO, haven't really spoken on it but I've had a sinus infection for about two months now and gonna be so fr with you all, it's sucked. Like, i've never had one this bad before and it just totally knocked me on my ass. I've been tired, dazed/brain fog, some bad headaches/face pain, all the really fun stuff. I made the joke that I spent like two days of being 23 healthy and the rest of the time I've been sick lmao

But anyway, I kept waiting to see if it would clear up on it's own (and for like a week or so there my health insurance was messed up so there was that to deal with) and it just, didn't. And with everything going on with research (esp this past week) I just made myself tough through it hoping it would get better, and it didn't. So, finally went to the doctor and got on some meds and I'm feeling a LOT better.

The point to all this is to say, I've had no motivation to write beyond very small bursts and thus why I've been putting out promptobers but not the latest chapter of CS. My energy has just been super low, and I had a lot of brain fog for several weeks and I just, couldn't bring myself to do it. Maybe it was a little bit of writer's block from stress too, not super sure

I took the break mainly bc things with research just got, really shitty for a few days there and I just needed time away from everything for bit esp with the sickness issues. Thankfully, things are working out a bit better this week people-wise and hopefully we'll continue to go up from here.

As for why I was gone the few extra days, the stuff they put me on made me feel physically great, but it also made me feel like doing absolutely nothing for a day or so. But, figured out the timing for those so now it's manageable to get through the next week and hopefully I'll be fully back to normal by then ^_^

TL;DR if you can go to the doctor when you're sick, go. It is NOT worth the discomfort, stress, etc to not. Also, take a break when you're stressed, does wonders for your mental health

well, since you took the time to read all of this, enjoy these pictures of a cat that showed up at my parents place a few days ago. She’s a bengal! Which makes her the second stray that's shown up that is incredibly rare/bred to look like that (the first is Nubs, my idiot who eats everything if any of you recall). Not to worry, she went home to (hopefully) her forever family early yesterday :)

[maingh0st]

looking like that, you’ll open some wounds

Taryn’s traitorous heart is still quite fond of fairytales. She thinks, fleetingly, of a hero rescuing a maiden from a tower. Of a maiden rescuing a hero from a tyrant. Fairytale protagonists are always so pure of heart. She exhales a frustrated breath through her nose and shifts her feet. The Ghost shifts, too, and his cunning eyes glint up at her through the gloom. Her heart turns over. They are neither maiden nor hero, and what they had was no love story.

the promised taryn/ghost get-worse oneshot is up - read here 🖤

[osamusriceballs]

The Accident - Part VI

Atsumu x fem Reader

Warnings: None

Words: ~ 1,1 k

About: The flashback ends- but what will you do next?

Part I II -> Next Part

"You're not getting married."

Osamu's sharp remark did not have the intended effect. Both of you were still clinging to each other, acting all lovey-dovey.

"Samuu, you don't understand. She's my soulmate. I love her." Osamu's eyes almost popped out of their sockets while he kept watching how you two clung to each other and smiled like idiots, your hand on his cheek after he had said these words.

"You don't even know her. And stop touching her like that in public."

Atsumu's hands started wandering on your back, his fingertips teasing the bare skin on your back much to your delight - but to Osamu's horror.

"I don't mind - but who are you?" You turned towards him, and he paused for a second. You were beautiful, that much was certain. Shiny eyes, glossy lips, and a dress that looked like it had been made for you - but he quickly discarded every thought about your looks when he knew that he needed to stop this nonsense.

"I'm Osamu Miya. His brother."

"Oh." Your eyes widened as you took in his appearance, probably only then realizing how similar he looked to the man whose lap you were currently sitting on.

"Samu, we gotta go. The barkeeper told us that there's a priest next to this club."

"You're not getting married."

No matter how many times he repeated the sentence, it seemed like Atsumu was unable to understand.

xxxxxx

"And then you convinced me to get your car to drive us home. Wouldn't stop bickerin' about how it's expensive and designer and about how it costs more than Onigiri Miya will ever make. I'll definitely kick your ass for that."

A muscle under Osamu's eye twitches when he mentions the comment, and you have to hold back a snort at this. He's kind of cute when he's angry.

"And then?"

"You were gone. Found ya at the church, but it was too late. You idiots already signed the contract."

You slowly step back until your knees reach the bed, and you heavily sink down on it. It feels like he's telling you a story right out of a movie, not something that has happened just a few hours ago, the whole thing still too absurd and unreal.

"Can we redeem it?" You look at Osamu, like he's the only one that can save you now, and he somehow actually is. You still have hope that you can get out of this without negatively impacting the rest of your life.

"I've talked to our lawyer. It's a waterproof contract. Very surprising because the church was more than just a bit shady. You're both bound for a year until ya can file for divorce." His words feel like a death sentence, and you find yourself at a loss for words. You gulp at his words, blinking a few times to suppress your tears. You're an idiot—an idiot for getting in a situation like this.

It's silent.

You don't dare to look at either of them, your gaze only focused on the phone in your hands, and every passing second makes you feel even more uncomfortable, until you can't stand the silence anymore.

"I'll get going."

You stiffly get on your feet, your movements robotic and lifeless while you make an attempt to leave, but you're quick to get stopped by Atsumu before you can even make more than getting up. "Wait- I- I don't even have yer number!"

"Oh." You pause, standing there for a few moments while you watch Atsumu getting closer to you, until there is not much space left between the two of you when he stands right in front of you. "Hey- are you okay?" Concern laces his voice while he looks down at you, and you manage to nod with a forced smile. "Peachy."

Osamu snorts at your comment and shakes his head, a movement that you barely see in the corner of your eyes. He probably feels guilty for the whole situation too, the dark cicles under his eyes similar to Atsumu's, certainly because he tried to find a solution for this and did not sleep at all during the night. "People who say 'peachy' are anything but fine."

"Hey, look at me." Atsumu ignores his brother's comment and brings his hand to your cheek. You're startled but allow him to turn your face upwards until your eyes lock. "I'm not letting ya go when ya can't even walk properly. You'll eat something, then you'll take a nice hot shower and get in some clean clothes and then I'll bring ya home. That alright with you?" There is something about the way he softly states the words that sends a comforting wave of warmth through your body, and you find yourself nodding and trusting him.

"Hmm. Good girl. Now just eat the rest of the fries while Samu gets ya some clothes. Right, Samu?" Atsumu breaks the eye contact with you to look sharply at Osamu, who only sighs and nods. "I saw a souvenir shop at the lobby. Better than nothin'." You now look at Atsumu's side-profile, admiring his sharp jaw line, unable to do something else but wondering if there is even one bad angle on this perfect man, while Osamu leaves the room with another deep sigh.

"Shouldn't I have given him some money?" You take a deep breath and wipe your hands on your dress, noticing how clammy they got. Probably a side-effect of the nervousness.

Atsumu snorts and returns his gaze to you, an amused smile on his lips. "That serves him right. He always brags about how much he makes with his stupid restaurant." Atsumu looks so similar to Osamu when he rolls his eyes; it's almost comical. "Don't tell him I said that, but he really makes the best food ever. I'll take ya there and show you."

You hum approvingly, feeling somewhat a tingle run down your spine at the prospect of him taking you out for dinner but try to ignore it. "C'mon. Eat the rest of the fries. I saw how ya inhaled them. You can have mine too." He grins, something that makes him seem absolutely adorable, and you find yourself smiling back at him, a warm feeling running through your body.

"I'm not hungry anymore. I'll take a shower then?" You questioningly raise your brows, and he nods. "Yeah, of course. When Samu comes back, I'll put the clothes in front of the bathroom."

Thank you," you raise your hand as if to pat his shoulder, but you halt the movement just before reaching him. You shouldn't touch him. Technically, you don't even know him. His gaze flickers to your hand, and he appears to consider taking it. However, he quickly steps to the side, giving you some space to move to the bathroom.

Without looking back at him, you close the bathroom door, take a deep breath, and glance at the phone in your hand. You scroll until you find the picture of a bright-haired person—

and decide to finally make a call.

[akiraal]

he got arrested :/

[dawnthefluffyduck]

Not May, but the semester is finally over (not officially, but with my finals schedule, I've practically got nothing left)

I'm back :D I feel god-damn awful though, so for the next few days I'll be sharing the handful of sketches and scribbles I made over the last month or so. It's not a lot, but hopefully I'll be on my feet when they're all posted and able to work on my own art again. Thank you guys for your patience and support while I was gone, it meant the world to me as I was trudging through the rest of the semester <3

[seventh-district]

7am, eating cold leftover teriyaki stir-fry for breakfast and crying over blorbos

[yoosung-ah]

[maingh0st]

looking like that, you'll open some wounds

the promised taryn/ghost get-worse oneshot will go live this weekend 🖤 a tease:

Off balance, the two of them. She has come to rely upon the push and pull of their encounters. There's an equilibrium there—circling this thing hand-in-hand like revelers around a bonfire, tugging one another toward the heat of the flames and yet always inexorably on, around, away. But they've both fallen out of step. She once read the tale of a brave girl who had to dance through fire to thaw the ice-heart of her beloved. Every moment of the dance was agony, but when she emerged, she was unharmed. That's how love works in fairytales. This is not love, pure and generous, but she feels the lick of flames regardless.

[darehearts]

the only thing that's truly  booping  me is the 2 hour difference between california and texas...  in other words,  i am back babes  !

[ramblings-of-lola]

what to do when you have thoughts about something in a piece of media but when you go to draft the post, all the thoughts have vanished and you can't articulate anything?

[msommers]

thinking about. starter Riya spells

Armor of Agathys but make it Armor of Athalie to have it be named after one of Riya's Grey Warden mage ancestors, and a spell that's been passed down via scroll thru the family. similarly take Rime's Binding Ice and swap it to Kai's Binding Ice, another of her Warden mage ancestors.

there's a joke somewhere to be found about her having Expeditious Retreat and it foreshadowing her future Warden stamina but that's purely for the goof of it.

Loren would've been the one to teach her plenty of cantrips, but more notably both the Silvery Barbs and Fade Step spells. Riya inherited his flair for dramatics and choices made purely for the aesthetic, and he was the one who taught her magic until the College was officially in order, so her casting is just full of extra effects and unnecessary motions/gestures. likely also learned Thunderwave from him as well because they're both prone to throwing around destructive magic when worked up.

she didn't learn Fireball from Loren because he doesn't have access to 3rd level spells (focused on being a stay at home dad and trophy husband, not studying), but he sure did go crazy when she first showed it to him because he was so proud of her progress (and the extra sparkle she somehow got in there with the flames that's crazy). similar thing w Energy Barrage probs.

she picked up Searing Smite from all of the time she spent watching Bastian at work and practice. probably surprised him with it during a friendly spar just to see his face. Dispel Magic was a mix of observing his Templar dispelling and her own forceful use of willpower to shape things to her desires. Hunter's Mark could arguably come from him as well, a mage's version of the tracking that he was capable of.

Compelled Duel picked up from Regulus. is it an actual spell he can cast because he's magical in some way or is it just his natural charisma that inspired her learning it?? the world may never know.

[averlym]

pleaaase may i have 28 and 29 aramour angst ✨ i crave it

28: “Move out of my way before I make you.” // 29: “You deserve better.” (prompt list here)

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[anarchismnow]

I had a vision of an anarchist future growing in my head. There were 3 major roles for people who looked after the citizens. I called the main two Home Makers, and Statitions. The final extra is a guild of people, my brain calls them the judge club, or judging guild, or pickers group. All fun, but efficient.

Home Makers - like their namesake - look after a larger number of people. Their job is to know all their neighbours, to talk with them, to know what is going on in the town and make sure the relevant info gets to it's target audience.

The second group, the Statitions, collect basic information from people. They are efficient. They know what wants to do what, basically. They know basically where it happens. They get info from all the homemakers, but peoples ids remain anonymous if that works best.

These groups get together pretty often, work together hand in hand. In meetings, or private, or whatever, a Homemaker can mention an interest in the people they look out for, and a statition can see if other districts agree, and can then set up the thing to make it happen.

Judges are for when things go wrong. I use the example of a back or front end collision, where the person in the wrong gets away. Let's say, the person last hit is angry and demands the person behind them be punished. But the person behind them also has car damage, and did nothing wrong. The judges would try and pick an outcome to make both parties happy (their job is to call bullshit if bullshit is there). When person one isn't happy with person twos outcome, the judges may decide to assign the first person some sort of therapy or understanding class or guild service time. The hope would be they would end up happy with the arrangement, because they understood. And if not, they could try and appose it again, only to be sent back to another betterment facility again.

The whole point is that Education is the solution. Free education. It is free. In my ideal anarchoneedsism society (to shove that word in there) there would be clubs covering all the things important to society. Arts, building, healing, teaching. And there would be further splits when specific subgroups became big enough (like a sports club dojo for a larger group of martial artists). These guilds would make sure that people had the right education to be doing what they did.

This society would work via a "needs" focused tech system. There would be a scaling, so the most important tasks would be put at the front. For instance, if the town was building a bridge, the guilds working to make that bridge would be expected to prioritise making those parts. To meet project deadlines or to continue working on that task. After an important task had been completed, they would move onto free time or lower needs pieces. For instance, a personalisation for a persons home, a piece of art. They may also move onto working at a different guild, or on educating themselves further. Or just leave. It's up to them. As long as something is going they're doing good.

So, people live in houses (possibly rooms, or cabins. A capsule hotel for new people. Family housing can be gotten as well, but people start pretty basically) where they are able to socialise and get their needs addressed by their local homemaker (homemaker for the town). If they needed something, it would be logged into the needs system, and a statition would send that order to the right people, or create overall events get togethers and plans to make it happen. And if someone didn't like something they could make a case of it to the judges guild, whose aim is to make both parties happy.

If there was to be a criminal, or someone who did some bad shit, they would be blocked from all adjacent guilds. Like, if a person from a martial arts guild went bloodthirsty on their peers (which they shouldn't, because understanding the damage to a person it causes is a prerequisite for anything martial related) they would be banned from any sports, martial related, or weapon making related guilds. If they were corrupt in management they'd be banned from managing or working in the area affected (and again, their education should stop this before hand)

Since everything is ran locally, if you murder or mess with anyone in town, you risk loosing that whole section. You can have anything you want as long as your society is functioning and the resources are available. It may take a bit of time, but it's yours. No point in trying to cause, well... anarchy in the current common understanding of the word, because it just means it will take longer, or, you will not get what you want. And society won't work and you might die (which, well, it would be basic required equation lmao). So people would know not to do it.

We'd implement a certificate system. Courses should take roughly a month to complete. People could be given a partial certification, which would mean they would have to retake any test to earn it a month later to confirm that the knowledge was still known and consolidated. But, testing would be, just that. A course would outline what you needed to learn, and if you had learned those requirements, then the test should be a breeze.

An additional certification in working together could be acquired. Thus, if there was no doctor and someone hurt themselves, people from other fields of medicine, or with smaller degrees, could work together to address the problem best they could. A surgeon with a foot bone specialist, a muscle specialist and a bone specialist could come together to find a solution. (though people tell me that is already what happens, they're still talking about people who have to study 4-7 years in our current education system, away from small communities or their home communities, to get said degrees. We are talking 3 random ass local peeps getting together to help. With a few courses on human health in certain areas. Doing their very best. Which, if people don't like, judges guild. But it's better if more people know something that nobody has gotten into uni and everyone knows nothing on the topic. Or has to prey unreliable google will give them the perfect answer. Nothing wrong with google but I'd prefer a bit more certainty, yk?) Furthermore, certificates could be suspended, for instance if someone did a bad crime. Their knowledge would still be addressed if the degree was nulled in such a way. So people could transition to a field that used similar skillsets to the one they were leaving. So homemakers or statitions could mention fields where their past knowledge could be made useful again.

Further more, you could just visit and hang around a guild. People could watch, or offer what they could, to guilds where they weren't qualified but were interested. After a while, terminology could be picked up, skills learned. And, thus, a person deciding to get certified could already know most of the information on a test put before them, before they went to lessons. As long as safety is the first priority, people should be allowed to move forth in this manner. (Even if this slowed down the work, or caused some redos to be required, it is creating community well being and happiness to the person trying it out, so it is an acceptable cost if the resources are available and the safety is ensured and prioritised)

With people educated in their specific areas having the skills to communicate with others in areas regarding new projects, the need for government or voting should be all but gone. In places where one group or person will not accept the answer, it is the judges call. The focus is on the well being of humans (their world, their society, their health, their mental health and happiness, and the health of the things around them), meaning that the logical option, the correct one, morally too, would most likely be chosen. Without corruption, monetary gains and such, problems should turn into more logical and need worthy cases. For instance, "you want to build a train line over a small farming section, but that means some food will be lost". Logically, both sides are in the right to complain, and arrangements can be made for both to work out. Maybe a different train route, or more farm land in a different place. And this debate would most likely be brought up (because of homemakers and statitions) before any major steps had been taken. It's easier to work with things earlier in the piece then when the tracks are already partially down. Furthermore, many situations may be worked out without including the judges guild. Because logically, you can come to a conclusion with the facts in front of you, and that they are (or easily found by homemakers and statitions).

So, government happily abolished. Fighting is dealt with. Oh, time for contracts.

Contracts are required to ensure a person gives their consent. Punishments include time away from your passions to learn better, to understand damage caused. But it is beyond that. Each guild and project is usually documented to some degree. A person will sign or label their work. Something like a finger print and visual drawing beside a name. There should be no need to forge any signatures, but once again, judges and records in other areas can confirm, alongside testimonies, that the forger was in the wrong. (EG, forging a certificate which was signed by professors to show legitimacy. Said professors could prove they didn't actually grade or meet with the person who had the certificate. And if the person didn't have the knowledge to have the forged certificate, the certificate would be removed or lost anyway.)

But, for instance, lets say someone wanted an actual slave to live with them. If the slave consented, then they could have this relationship, if they wanted. Some dom/sub relationships are okay and actually appreciated, increasing peoples wellbeing. The certificate would have to be well wrote. Anything that would be done would be on the certificate. One wrong thing and the person could just not sign it. If the person says no, then they have also withdrawn consent, even if something was signed. The person said no for a reason, and the judges guild would hear that reason. With education as punishment, punishment would be more useful and better at creating understanding for wrongs. Uneducated people can cause problems for human well being. So education is the best thing to help both parties.

Even for things like marriage and partnership, contracts may be signed. For public projects, contracts would be signed. For items, there would be paperwork signed, records, contracts that say the item is important to a person. Paperwork that helps owners find lost items. Signatures when individuals have done things (like on what day they accepted to do something. Or, even more important, who did what was needed when. Overwatering plants and overworking people goes against the interests of happy and healthy society. Having signed paperwork and records helps stop any miscommunication that might cause these things.)

...

A town or community should provide its people with the basics required to live. I'm speaking a house / place to stay, 3 meals a day (even if they are basic), shower spots, places and servises to clean clothes, fresh drinking water (recycling water facilities can do it.) Places to do sports, to get care. All of it should be guaranteed. People moving from one place to another should be able to compare who does what and choose what they like. For instance, one community may have a preferred sport of the person, but another may have better playgrounds or a larger education resource library, or a larger field, or, a spa. Idk? But that would be what people would compare. The guilds, the features, the food provided. They'd get to pick what suited them best, based on what the different communities provided and their availability.

People themselves would have a bag or case for belongings. A selection of their belongings would be registered as high priority. Thus, if there was an emergency and things had to be evacuated, these things would be packed and taken to a safe place. They would then be returned to the person, or would be tracked in the system so the person could find where they were. For people, that means certain things would be protected. If you can fit it in the bag, if it stays in the bag, it's not going anywhere. That is what makes it safe.

Other belongings would still be looked after, in emergencies. Different guilds may have dibs on pieces, to make sure they are evacuated efficiently nd kept for prosperity. Prized china, outfits, documents and records, films and books, traditional gear. Tables and chairs and furniture even.

Some houses would be small enough to just be towed away. All stuff saved. But for other families, that would mean they had prized possessions and memories saved. Beyond records, they would have their most needed things. Things that bring them mental health and safety, pleasure and joy, nostalgia and belonging and comfort. Even if all else is lost.

...

As a final thought, I'll leave this: I like to think, in this anarchist society, that a person could request a castle for themselves, and that over the years, they'd get one. That people would think 'why not?' and would slowly do it, just because the project was big, quirky, interesting and weird. A breath of fresh air.

All the crazy things capitalism could dream up would happen better in this crazy anarchist society. I love that, personally.