#salem's pot

[cliffburton]

PEARL, SO GONE, SO DEAD.

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

[my-blizzard-of-ice]

Anxiety is the vampire sucking your blood

Society is the reason why you wanna take drugs

[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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[cliffburton]

[jwowwsboobs]

hey girl! i um. ummmm. hey!

[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...

///

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.

[jam3sacaster]

hello darling!

absolutely adore your writing and your rupert specifically. If I may, and if you arent too busy, J was hoping to request something rather self indulgent for him. I am a major sucker for some domestic rupert and especially hurt/comfort is quite lovely with him. Is possible, maybe something about reader (being a bit older - around 25 or so) cooking dinner for them after work and maybe she cuts her finger or something and he takes her to an urgent care and the two of them have that moment of panic but, also knowing it would be okay bc their together.

WHEW THATS LONG LOL SRY! Hopefully that works w you lol

💫🪽 - salem, she/hers, from america

Hello Salem,, thank you for stopping by!! I’m so happy you enjoy my work 🥰🥰 Funnily enough, I’ve actually done something really similar to this with reader cutting her finger but I can do something with the same kind of topic but just a lil different ! 🥹

“You must be careful, angel.”

(Rivals) Rupert Campbell-Black x Reader

Short Work

Suggestion by this sweet anon 🫶🏽 / You hurt yourself whilst coming a romantic meal, Nurse Rupert comes to your aid…

18+ FANFIC / Soft 🥹 Rupert 🥹 Reader character aged at 25. As always, my ask box is open for any requests for any character 💋 or even just to have a chat lol.

Today was yours and Rupert’s sixth month anniversary. You wouldn’t typically celebrate something so unsubstantial but the way he has treated you throughout these six months — supplying you with lavish jewellery, your own purebred Appaloosa, endless meals provided by private chefs — was something that deserved to be celebrated. His closest friend, Lizzie Vereker, had praised you for being the first and only person to transform his Lothario lifestyle.

“What’s on the menu?” Your lover asked, snaking his hands around your waist as you piled chopped onions into a pot. Your response was haltered by sloppy kisses being planted up the length of your neck. “Well, it’s French onion soup for start. And I was thinking to do truffle risotto for main.” You inform him, keeping a close eye on the kettle you had begun to boil, anxious to get a start on making the perfect meal. “Mmm, my favourite.” Rupert purred, taking a seat at the dining table behind you and poured you both a large glass of cherry-red wine.

“Just don’t disturb me,” You warn, “Everything has to be perfect.” The muscular man breathlessly sighed — intoxicated on copious amounts of wine and lighting up what must be his 10th cigarette of the hour. “Yes chef.” He remarked, coughing through his first drag. As the kettle had sufficiently boiled enough, you raised it with an unsteady hand, already stirring your onions with the other. Lifting it high enough to pour, you splashed the hot water over the now-simmering onions but subsequently caught yourself in the process. Hand seething and swelling instantaneously, you let out an excruciating yelp and dropped the kettle onto the counter top. Like a flash, Rupert was raised to his feet, stubbing out his cigarette. “My word, what have you done?” Bouncing on his heels in a frantic panic.

Floods of tears expelled themselves from your eyes as you held your limp wrist, blowing air onto the burn in a futile effort to eliminate the pain. “Burning, burning…” Were the only words you could push out through your thickening tears. Taking a firm grip of your wrist, Rupert pushed open the cold tap and held your hand underneath it, the instant cool providing a blessed relief. He settled a tender kiss on your forehead, his own mouth pouting in empathetic gloom. “You must be careful, angel.” He scalded in absolute disbelief at your self-inflicted injury.

Snatching his car keys from the counter top, and instructed you to get an ice pack from the freezer. Doing as you were told, you wrapped the ice pack in a tea towel and kept it pressed firmly on your scalded hand. “Where are we going?” You ask, watching your boyfriend pull on his coat, following him as he stomped towards the front door. “A&E. Sit down.” His firm voice instructed again, finger pointing towards the stairs. He grabbed your slippers and placed them gently over your feet.

Just over an hour later, you were both sat in the eerily melancholic A&E waiting room. You tried your best not to look at the people sat around you, already taking heed of someone clasping a blood-soaked towel to their head. “Rupert, I’m scared. I really don’t feel this is necessary.” You whisper, eyes firmly affixed on the floor. “There’s nothing to be scared of, angel. When I’m with you, you needn’t be scared of anything. We just need to get your hand checked.” He whispered back in response, rubbing his hand softly across your thigh. Taking a deep exhale, you rested your head on his shoulder, wrapped up tightly in Rupert’s jacket. He just made everything okay.