#salem's pot

[cliffburton]

PEARL, SO GONE, SO DEAD.

pearl (2022) dir. ti west // so gone, so dead by salem's pot

[salemoleander]

I'm very tired of how bad/incomplete all the wikis are for Farmer's Delight, so I guess now I'm working on my own set of infographics. Starting with a lot of very repetitive editing in Photoshop!

[beggars-opera]

Me, sitting in my overstuffed chair reading 300 year old court records by candlelight like the dramatic bitch I am the minute the temperature dips below 70: Abigail Hobbs is the Bhad Bhabie of the 17th century. Swag impeccable. You would do well in this time period my freaky little goth child

[some1s-sista]

The amount of coffee I need this morning!

[huffl3boy]

puff puff pass

[gayamulet]

Absolutely last minute sketch-for-lino 8)

[thebusytypewriter]

Oh uh forgive the sudden theme change I was thinking about my boy too much

[onewomancitadel]

Omgggg making posts about Qrow and dadliness like a lunatic only mildly cognisant of all of the Tai discourse... I just want to talk about storytelling and the difficulties of parenthood and characters who are interesting and make mistakes and how even simple parental mistakes can hurt children without being malicious. Or like maybe it can have a thematic message or something idk

But this is also the fandom that calls Raven a 'deadbeat' without once thinking about the magical stakes of the story or giving her an ounce of nuance so I don't know what I should be expecting. Or maybe that like, irrespective of any of that, Yang's relationship with Raven is one of the most interesting dynamics in the story lol and maybe characters going through change and understanding their parents as adults is interesting?

This is why I'm so pleased they've gone with the Summer Rose characterisation I always hoped they would, which is that she's actually deeply imperfect and her last 'mission' was grounded in a lie (which Raven was party to). Disillusionment but growing knowledge of Summer as Ruby's mother but as a full person. Actually interesting and humanistic.

By virtue, Qrow is made even more interesting because he's always worked with insufficient information but has tried given the circumstances (and himself had to learn to stop babying Ruby, get a life outside of being a dad, and Ozpin's servant). That he doesn't think himself truly fit to the task is even more interesting because it's a similar belief to Raven but inverted a little.

That is always going to be more interesting to think about than 'Tai is irredeemable!!!!!' I can't tell if some of these people in the discourse have really fucked up home lives or think their mother is a cunt for not buying them Splendour in the Grass tickets, it's really hard to tell. I am always here for nuanced parental relationships and the foibles of growing up. (I am not relating the information on whether I have a sufficiently fucked up home life to make this commentary).

But if this is the story where you think not even remotely villainous characters making mistakes is 'irredeemable', oh have I got unfortunate news for you.

[pluttskutt]

Battle of the Bands

Stranger Things | Steddie | M | 33 K (est. 120k) Alternate Universe - High School // POV Alternating // Underage Drinking // Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism // Past Child Abuse // Mental Health Issues // Closeted Steve Harrington // Queer Eddie Munson // Bullying // Homophobia // Dead Dove: Do Not Eat // Attempted Rape/Non-Con // Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers // Internalized Homophobia

With a shrug, Gareth spun his chair around. “As you wish,” he said and stood up. “Still can’t believe he figure skates, that’s kinda sus.” “He’s lying, ain’t no way,” Eddie snorted and sat down in the red beanbag. “Could you imagine him on the ice like a cheerleader?” he mocked and sipped his coke. Gareth laughed. “Yeah, in one of those short skirts twirling around on the ice with pompoms being picked up by Nick, what a sight.” Sipping his coke in silence, Eddie stared at the loading screen and tried to think of anything else than the image just put in his head. Of course, in his mind, it wasn’t Nick who carried Steve on the ice. There wasn’t that much ice involved at all, to be honest. Steve’s miniskirt was very present though. His thighs were thick, grabbable… “Prepared to be crushed!” Eddie would very much like to be crushed; by a meteor, preferably. No way he found Harrington hot. His weakness was guys in skirts, not Harrington. Clearly, Gareth’s comment had infected his mind and momentarily confused it. How utterly vile.

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[jwowwsboobs]

hey girl! i um. ummmm. hey!

[cliffburton]

[faithandarisadventures]

Coffee Service by Michael Banner and Maureen Banner June 23, 2024 Peabody Essex Museum Salem, Massachusetts

[arc-misadventures]

You know what be fun a female Rusted knight Jaune.

The Rusted Paladin

Jeanne: Hey, Jaune?

Jaune: Yeah?

Jeanne: Do you think if I was in your place, that I could have been the, Rusted Knight?

Jaune: Hmmm... Maybe... I'm not really sure.

Jeanne: Why not?

Jaune: I never understood how I became the, Rusted Knight, I sorta just became the, Rusted Knight. I understand, Alyx gave me the moniker of, The Rusted Knight, but I did not understand how my armour began to rust as it did. I personally think due to the nature of the, Ever After; My mental state effecting me as it did so, and probably caused my armour to rust as it did.

Jeanne: Mental state?

Jaune: The conscious mind of an individual often warps the reality of the, Ever After around them. This can often lead one to being trapped in a situation that feels like you are being toyed with an eldritch horror that is messing with your mind simply because it was bored. Or, you'll be stuck in a tea party with a sentient slug who is a massive pot junkie.

Jeanne: Did that often happen?

Jaune: Often enough that I was able to 'dull' my mind enough so it wouldn't effect me as much as it first did. And, that I was able to see the signs of what was coming to avoid them, or choose which scenario I would rather deal with.

Jeanne: So less dealing with eldritch horrors then?

Jaune: Actually the eldritch horrors were easier to deal with.

Jeanne: Really?

Jaune: Yeah, they usually had some sort of gimmick to them, speak in opposites, talks in rhymes, stuff like that. Once you figure it out they were easier to deal with. I even became friends with some of them!

Jeanne: And, that was better then dealing with a slug pot junkie...?

Jaune: You've read the book where it comes into the story. Those drugs play havoc on the mind, and body.

Jeanne: Okay. So do you think I could have become the, Rusted Knight?

Jaune: ...

Jaune: I honestly believe if we swapped worlds, the Fall would never have happened with you in it.

Jeanne: You do?

Jaune: If you as you are now, Jeanne went to my universe, and took my place. You would have probably have killed, Cinder, and became the, Fall Maiden.

Jeanne: Seriously?!

Jaune: Cinder may have been more experienced then you, but in combat she is no where near as strategically minded as you are. She relied on brute force, and the mastery of her semblance to defeat her foes. You would have probably adopted a defensive stance, and waited for your semblance to super charge before activating your, Arc-Angel persona. I can't think of a single individual who can withstand your semblance as it is now when you let loose, let alone when you become the, Arc-Angel. Hell, you could have easily soloed that, Grimm Wyvern with it. People may have mistaken you for a, Maiden considering it's visual appearance.

Jeanne: But, what if I was the, Fall Maiden, and I used my semblance?

Jaune: ...

Jaune: You probably could have cut a path straight through the, Grimm Lands, right into, Salem's Castle, and captured her.

Jeanne: Sweet~!

Jeanne: But, seriously, would I have become the, Rusted Knight: Yes, or no?

Jaune: Well... If you becoming the, Rusted Knight that meant you saw the members of, Team RWBY fall into the abyss. Had to do preform a mercy killing of your friend to prevent the, Winter Maidens powers from transferring to, Cinder. Failed to escaped through a portal before you to fell into the, Ever After. Accidently touched some clock fruit thingy that sent you back in time. Was betrayed by the first human you saw in ages. Had to deal with a psychotic cat antics where it was trying to weaken your mental stability so it could take over your body. And, you became the over protective parent to a village of sentient origami paper because you had developed a savior complex because of all the people you failed to save. And, that you were doing all of this for... a long time because you knew that one day, some day you would be reunited with your friends, and you would finally manage to get out of the psychedelic nut house that was the, Ever After.

Jaune: Then yeah, sure... you could have become the, Rusted Knight.

Jeanne: Uhhhhh...?!

Jaune: What?

Jeanne: That's what fucking happened to you in the, Ever After?!

Jaune: I didn't tell you what happened? Could have swore I did.

Jeanne: I knew you were the, Rusted Knight. I didn't fucking know how it happened?! I would have remember you telling me if that's how it fucking happened?!

Jaune: Oh...

Jaune: Still want to be the, Rusted Paladin?

Jeanne: Paladin?

Jaune: I would assume that because you would have your more... developed staged armour, by the time you became, the Rusted Knight.

Jeanne: By developed stage, you no doubt mean me having armour plating that can hold my, F-Cups?

Jaune: Yes.

Jeanne: I see. Please continue.

Jaune: Having your developed stage armour, your helmet, and your semblance you would have been mistaken for some holy figure with rusted armour. Hence, the name: the Rusted Paladin.

Jeanne: The Rusted Paladin... Not bad... My helmet would have given me a crown of rust... I bet it would look pretty cool.

Jaune: I would have liked to have seen that. Mostly.

Jeanne: Mostly? I thought you liked my helmet.

Jaune: I do, it is...? It will look awesome! But, that stupid hole in the back of the top your helmet to let your hair out, that makes your helmet look like it has plumage is so stupid!

Jeanne: Hey, I have...! Or, will have so much hair, I have to put it somewhere, or else I can't see in it! It works, and it looked awesome!

Jaune: I know! That's why it annoys me so much!

Jeanne: You're just jealous of my style.

Jaune: And, you're just jealous that I became a famous character from a children's book!

Jeanne: No, I'm jealous that you got to ride on a giant jackalope because you became the, Rusted Knight!

Jaune: Oh, Juniper... I almost forgot about her...

Jeanne: You did...?

Jaune: I miss my giant bunny...

Jeanne: Uhhh...?

Jaune: I am sad now.

Jeanne: ...

Jeanne: Oh shit...

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It's nice to see I can still write stories for the, Rebirth AU.

I guess I need to scrap what I previously wrote for the separation bit to actually finish it.

[annie-creates]

Almost four hundred years

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x sister reader

Genre: fluff

Words: 900

Note: So I usually don't introduce new characters on a whim but I've been so obsessed I literally jumped out of the shower for this, so I just had to write it right away even when it's not that good. And to my possibly new Marvel/witchy/Agatha fans who haven't seen me before, hi, I hope you like this and please check out my blog for more very demure, very cutesy and most of all very lesbian fanfictions I write.

When you got on the Witch’s road, you didn’t know exactly what you expected to get out of it. You weren’t hungry for power, you were doing alright for yourself and there were seemingly no problems to be fixed or mysteries to be answered in your case. But the thought of belonging somewhere some time again was taunting, almost mocking you. You knew building an actual lasting coven with Agatha by your side was impossible, but still you hoped to have something that at least reminded of home.

As you left today’s trial behind and healed the teen’s wounds, you set up a campfire gathering around, using whatever was available to sit on. In your opinion, the ground covered in leaves was good enough. The kid was resting and Agatha was nowhere to be found, which gave room for an actual friendly conversation with the rest of the witches. One by one they shared stories and funny encounters, keeping the mood up, and you quite enjoyed their quirky company.

“Y/n, what’s your problem with the kid?” Lilia asked suddenly, all of them noticing you weren’t exactly fond of his chirpy personality. “Why are you so cold to him?”

“Nonsense, I’m great with children,” you emphasized, slightly offended.

“Come on now,” Jen forced with an amused smile.

“Well first of all, he’s unhealthily obsessed with Agatha and that in itself is a red flag if you ask me,” you shrugged. “And anyone who likes her this much just doesn’t know her enough.”

“Well for how long have you known her?” Alice reiterated.

“Almost four hundred years,” you admitted with a bit of shyness.

“How come?” asked Teen joining you at the fire without you noticing. “What’s your problem with her anyway. People change, she’s not the same witch she was in Salem.”

“Not this much, no. She killed my mom… my family, my coven, everyone I knew at the time,” even after all this time it was hard admitting everything that happened, partly because you blamed yourself for at least half of it. “And unfortunately, she’s my sister.”

“Wait so you’re… Y/n Harkness?” Alice questioned.

“Yeah,” sometimes that name scared even you yourself. “And believe me there isn’t a day I didn’t wish I was there back then to stop her. But at the same time… she’s my sister, you know? And she wasn’t always bad… she was a good witch, corrupted by her powers too young,” you turned to Teen. “It’s like having an emo kid, you think it’s just a phase and fun and the next day they’re smoking pot and running around at 1 a.m. playing Batman.”

“You think dark magic is just a phase?” Jen laughs.

“Well who hasn’t ever tried a bit of it, right?” you brush it off with a guilty smile.

“Wow you’re acting like I’m the only one wicked here. I clearly remember you set your ex-boyfriend’s car on fire… with him in it,” Agatha snaps back as she joins your circle.

“Hey, that was your idea! And I was only a 100, you led me to it,” at your response she snorts and gets up again to rather get a walk.

With a sigh you get up off the ground to follow her this time, which wasn’t any hard of a task. Your relationship with Agatha was complicated at the very least, but to you, she was still the only family you had left, even if it was her fault. Gently brushing her clearly tired shoulder she refuses to look at you.

“Agatha… I know I haven’t always been the nicest to you, but you’re my family, I love you. And I want you to know I will always stand by your side, even if I don’t agree with you,” after all you would be a little lost in this world without her.

Giving into your comforting words she turns around embracing you in a tight hug. It was hard being mad at you, after all she was the one who always caused the problems in your relationship. No matter how much you wanted to talk sense into her, she was always selfish and short sighted. As she hugged you, she felt herself finally catching the first break in at least the last five years. You could feel all the trauma and exhaustion from the past few days getting just the littlest bit lighter when you shared it together.

“I miss him so much,” she admitted into your shoulder.

“I know. I miss him too,” you assure her, her lost son clearly being a constant on her mind lately.

“I don’t know if I can save him,” Agatha whispered with vulnerability you didn’t see often.

You thought of something comforting to say. „I know you will try everything you can to get him back,” you kissed her cheek lightly.

Holding onto her, you didn’t feel completely lost in the wide world, and you realized no matter how bad she screwed up, you’ll always be her light, just like she was your torch, hurtful when held too close for too long but helpful, warm and comforting at the same time. You didn’t know if there was any chance her son was still somewhere at least a little alive, but you knew that if there was one parent in the world who would move mountains and rivers to find their child, it was Agatha.

[newyearseve1979]

Lilia and Agatha’s (housemate au) chapter preview

Let me know if this is something you’d be interested in me continuing! (and also if you’d prefer it to be on ao3 also/instead)

She was crying. She was crying earlier, a second ago (a month, a year, a moment) she was positively absolutely nearly certainly crying, so then where had this calmness come from? This warmth? These hands? Lilia was wet, sopping wet, like a drowned cat. Her eyes were closed. She felt the water dripping off of bare skin, and the towel that was -mercifully- still wrapped around her. Someone's hands were running through her hair, their nails gently scratching at her scalp. Her back was pressed against the front of another’s warm body. Their spare arm held snugly to her waist. Violets. Agatha. Lilia’s eyes snapped open but she stayed still.

She was being held (quite tenderly, believe it or not) by Agatha Harkness. The Salem witch’s legs were on either side of Lilia, gently holding her still. Her head fell against Agatha’s breast. She shifted, not to leave, but to lay her head backwards on Agatha’s shoulder. “Back with us?”

Lilia said nothing. Stubbornly, she pulled her towel up with her. But she did not move. Not this time. “I figured you were someone close to us when the screaming stopped,” Agatha muttered. Her hand still ran through Lilia’s sick wet hair.

The bathroom was soaked. Water had puddled on the floor and the curtain had been yanked down. Lilia felt bruises forming on her side from where she had fallen. This one had hurt. Her visions had never felt violent before. This was new.

“No one’s home,” Agatha added gently, anticipating her next thought, “I told Billy he had a day off.”

“I-”

“Shut up.”

Lilia huffed indignantly, “Agatha-”

“No,” her voice was clipped, “just sit.”

So she did. She let the witch killer hold her after her vision of killing witches. The faces were blurred in blood, the gasps were wet with the liquid of their veins, Lilia’s own heart pounded. Agatha squeezed tighter. Scratched her scalp. Held her. “Breath.”

Lilia moved her hand to hold agatha’s arm on her waist. “Agatha-

“It hurt,” Lilia choked out. Agatha’s wrist was held by the older witch. She quickly snatched it away, regarding Lilia carefully. They were alone in the kitchen. The teapot was boiling. The sun was streaming in.

Neither had spoken anything more than muttered acknowledgements before Lilia, as the others had started saying, went away. Lilia cleared her throat, pulling her hands back to herself. She did not apologize for her outburst. Agatha didn't ask. The tea pot boiled; they moved on.

[liliapleasesteponme]

Books and coffee

AAA week day one, highschool au

Young!lilia x reader

Summary - when you go searching for a book at the library you're met by a girl who has exactly what you need

Fluff, library/coffee date, first kiss

You'd been searching for atleast an hour now, the book had to be around here somewhere. It shouldn't be this hard to find a book, it's a library !

Salem : a witches retelling was a book your teacher, Miss Harkness, asked you to pick up for her history class. She was a strict teacher to say the least, but being the A+ student you were, you got on her good side.

You decided to ask the lady at the desk if she knew where to find it. "i've just had another girl ask me about that book aswell, must be popular. It should be in section 19B."

You thanked her for the help and made your way over to the right section. So many of the books in 19B were basically falling apart from how old they were. Luckily this book wasn't as old as rest so it should've been easier to spot.

Your eyes wandered along the endless rows of books until they landed on the book you were looking for. There was a girl standing in front of it. You prayed that she would move so you didn't have to ask her. After three minutes of standing there in silence, you decided to speak up.

"excuse me, could you stand to the side ? I need to grab that book." you asked, pointing to the right one. She made a small surprised face when you spoke.

"oh―sorry it's just ... this book is necessary for my class." her voice was soft like a cloud, it made your heart flutter. You replied, "me too, what teacher d'you have ?"

"Miss Vidal, you ?"

"Harkness," you smiled at her, "did you hear the rumor that the two of them are sleeping together ? Its crazy right ?"

She giggled to herself for a moment before disagreeing with you, "see, i don't think it is that crazy, they're both gay, they get coffee together after school everyday. I don't see how they couldn't be dating."

The two of you were laughing together, getting louder and louder to the point that the lady the desk had to shush both of you.

"what d'you say we get out of here ?" you offered your hand and she was quick to accept. The two of you practically ran out of the library, earning an annoyed sigh from the lady at the desk.

Once the two of you were outside, you both sat down on a lonely park bench. For a moment, there was silence until the girl said, "i forgot to tell you my name," she let out another small laugh, "I'm Lilia, what's your name ?"

"y/n―" you were going to continue but Lilia interrupted. "do you wanna get some coffee ?"

"sure. Where's the best ?"

"there's a small shop just past that Kale Care place. They have the best coffee and cake there." her smile was wide as she described the place. Her eyes twinkled in a way that made the butterflies in your stomach run wild.

She took your hand again and led you to the shop. It was a lovely little space. It was full of fairy lights and lamps, little pot plants and it even had a reading corner. It felt like a dream, you couldn't believe you'd never been there before.

She walked up to the counter and ordered, so did you. After your drinks were made, she guided you to a table near one of the windows.

You sat down opposite her and for a moment there was a comfortable silence. You took the first sip of your drink.

"wow ! You're right, this is amazing."

"what can i say ? I'm a good judge of character." she stated shooting you a wink. You blushed at her action and looked down hoping she wouldn't notice.

The two of you talked for ages as you got to know eachother. She was so sweet and she told the most interesting stories. Neither of you knew how long it had been but the sky was getting darker so you decided the two of you should get going.

You walked down the street with her and when you reached the corner she looked to you and said, "this was really great, call me."

She pulled you into a hug and slid her hand into your pocket placing a small piece of paper in it with her phone number. The hug was so warm you didn't want to let go. When she did pull back your hands ghosted around her waist.

For a second, she stared at you and you did the same. Then it happened. She pulled you in by the neck and kissed you. It was a short kiss but held so much emotion within it that you didn't care.

After that, she took a few steps back, waved and turned away. You stood still for a moment trying to comprehend what she just did. Once your heart rate regulated again, you smiled to yourself and began walking.

Maybe you'd met more than just a new friend. She still managed to be the one to leave with the book though.

A/N sry this is kinda short, i promise tommorow will be longer