#this was haunting in a fabulous way

[brucewaynehater101]

Tim should be slowly corrupted into godhood

slowly becoming more and more like one

he starts out as normal and tries his best to help everyone

he gets stronger he can help more and more people

he is inhuman with his ability but he is just a lick above so it’s fine

well he hasn’t aged in ten years but it’s ok, he can just keep helping people

they started to build him shrines, they feel nice Tim protects those people the most

Bruce, dick, and Babs are dead, have been for a while, Tim knows that the rest of his family will soon follow suit but he still has c4, and he is just getting stronger

Bart fused with the time stream, Tim pulls him out, Bart hugs him tightly jokingly pledges loyalty it wasn’t a joke Tim could feel it

next kon, kryptonite through his side, Tim once again fixes this issue (he is so much stronger now, power in every inch of him) kon swears loyalty to Tim as well not even pretending not to

Tim is more powerful than Zeus himself, worshiped by so many, when someone hurts Cassie, this won’t do at all, Cassie swears her loyalty before he is even done healing her

centuries later the c4 lounge in Tim’s domain when it happens, time comes and whisks Bart off and no matter how Tim tries he can’t get him back

bitter in grief Tim goes to take a short rest (4 months) when Cassie is struck down by Zoe’s for her betrayal of following Tim

Tim tears apart the Greek pantheon but there is no bringing Cassie back

Tim became paranoid never letting kon leave his side, kon feeling stifled runs off, only to where metropolis used to lie, only to be burned inside out because his oath to Tim was broken Tim can’t control his powers can’t stop them HE KILLED KON!

it’s been centuries and Tim He was bored, he goes to the mortals for entertainment they owe this to him in the least

they forgot about HIM, how dare they

he will make this whole planet burn it is his right after all

He is GOD

I fucking love stories where someone slowly descends into the type of being they despised and used to fight. They don't notice they've done this and don't particularly care. They have their reasonings for being the way that they became.

The only way this can end, without some time travel bullshit or bringing back everyone he loves, is someone killing Tim like he did to all of the Greek gods.

He becomes the monster that some young hero and their group of friends are fighting.

[theveryworstthing]

The 2nd Headless Haunting: Alas

The whole Conjoined Thing made the boys assume that they'd always die together. It made biological sense. That's how it was supposed to happen. And besides, the other alternative was incredibly terrifying in a nearly unthinkable way (even though they both agreed that it would make for an absolutely fabulous gothic horror stage play). So when they were carried out of the theater and rushed to the hospital, there was a strange sort of comfort blanketing all the pain and fear that at least they were together for whatever happened next.

Jeremiah died that night. Johnathan died five and a half years later.

Kind of.

They'd both had a lot of time to think after Miah "moved out" (moved on didn't feel entirely appropriate for some reason. Probably because his torso was still. You know. There.), but it seems that their separate introspections synced up enough that when John's heart finally gave out and they saw each other on different sides of The Tunnel they silently stared through the dark for a good long while before both brothers turned back the way they came.

They'll meet again someday. Despite what a few incredibly dramatic screaming fights as teenagers would tell you, they do love each other. No longer being physically conjoined didn't mean that their bond was broken, or even weakened. They just both independently decided to have a little more alone time.

John now spends his undead career being an appropriately spooky Omen, haunting the theater scene, and serving as a psychopomp for broken child stars and disabled entertainers. He also wears his bother's head, keeping it tied to his neck with a thick ribbon of hair. Miah was always the prettier twin in John's opinion, and the entire body is his now so why not? If he's feeling really spooky (or generally Emotionally Weird, it's hard to tell the difference with him) he carries around his head Yorik style and alternates talking through them both.

You know. Normal theater kid stuff.

[damnfeelings09]

The way I loved you - Shadow's version

*A.N: sorry, I got lost reading some ff

"He is sensible and so incredible And all my single friends are jealous."

"Look at these beautiful flowers!" said Amy. "You have to tell me your secret, Sonic isn't the most romantic guy, ya' know" You were sitting in the living room of your apartment; it was small but cozy. There were plants in every corner, and despite the little time you had to settle in, you felt comfortable in this new house.

"And it's like, I couldn't ask for anything better," you said with a shy smile.

"That's fabulous! I'm so happy you gave yourself this chance... you know, since..."

"I know, I feel good, but I want to take it slow."

"And I feel perfectly fine."

When Amy left, you let yourself fall back onto your bed, in fact you didn't really feel fine. You missed him, you missed every moment. You couldn't blame Amy, you were too good at hiding your feelings. Only someone who knew you perfectly would notice you weren’t... happy. Actually, you didn't feel anything at all.

"... And it's 2 a.m., and I'm cursing your name. So in love that you act insane, and that's the way I loved you."

Every night, just before closing your eyes to sleep, you could feel his breath, his presence hadn't left you for a second in the last three months. Even though you didn't see him anymore, it was as if his memory was buried in your mind, like his image was tattooed on your heart, a mark you couldn't erase, one you didn’t want to erase. It hadn't been long since you met Dylan. He was actually nice, you'd bumped into him at the cafeteria, and he accidentally spilled your latte. After a thousand apologies, he offered to buy you a new one. You’d been hanging out three times, counting today, but when you told your friends about it, they were more than happy to see you back in the game.

"He respects my space, and never makes me wait, and he calls exactly when he says he will."

You checked your latest messages. Dylan had written "Goodnight and have fun, beautiful," after you mentioned you wouldn’t see him and would instead spend time with the girls.

"He's charming and endearing, and I'm comfortable."

"I'm comfortable," you said aloud, but when you were alone, hundreds of memories haunted you. Memories of when you had been so happy, loved like you never thought possible, cried, and suffered, but you did it all by his side. There he was again, always occupying your thoughts. At 2 p.m., when you had lunch, and again at 2 a.m., when you woke up startled by nightmares where you lost him over and over. You turned your phone back on, scrolling down to the bottom of your messages, and found his conversation. You read again the last message he had sent you: "I'll be late," with the date on the day you decided to move on with your life without him.

"He caused all of this. So… why do I feel like this?" you thought. You couldn't stop looking at the screen, hoping, wishing there was something more, that he had done something more. Suddenly, his status changed, he was online, and dots began to appear on the screen. He was typing. After three months of silence, he had finally reached out to you… your heart raced so fast you felt like it would burst out of your chest. The excitement, anxiety, fear, and anger were trying to take control of your body all at once. But when the dots disappeared, and his status went offline again, everything collapsed.

"Breaking down and coming undone, it's a rollercoaster kind of rush. And I never knew I could feel that much, and that's the way I loved you."

The next morning, you bumped into Dylan on your way to work. You talked about the weather, your outing with the girls, and his job. Dylan loved his job as an IT agent for GUN and loved to talk endlessly, something you weren’t used to. You limited yourself to nodding and smiling while he told you about the latest update he'd made to the criminal profiles platform at GUN.

"He can´t see the smile I'm faking and my heart's not breaking 'cause I'm not feeling anything at all."

As you walked through the GUN facilities and passed by the training center, memories flooded your mind. This time, you both had fought, but you didn't quite remember why...

You walked out of the training center, both fists clenched until your claws dug into your palms. You were upset, he hadn't respected the agreement to let you work, and his only defense had been, "You're not strong enough for this task, sorry." Once again, underestimating your abilities, even though, thanks to your effort, the last two missions you'd worked on together had gone wonderfully, and your colleagues praised your persistence. Of course, he was the team captain, and you didn’t expect different treatment just because you were his girlfriend; you simply expected him to start noticing your potential.

"And you were wild and crazy. Just so frustrating, intoxicating, complicated. Got away by some mistake and now..."

"Stupid hedgehog," you muttered under your breath as the raindrops began to soak your body. The wind soon picked up, and what started as a small breeze had turned into a storm. You had to turn back, or you'd end up sick, and they'd send you home. Just as you were about to go back, you heard someone calling your name. It was him, standing a few meters away, his dark fur soaked, and every quill dripping. His chest fur, once fluffy, now seemed flat due to the water.

"If you're here to scold me again, keep it to yourself. I was about to go back." In a second, the hedgehog was right in front of you.

"I'm sorry," you heard him murmur. "Don’t disappear like that again." Something in his voice made your wall of anger break. There, in the rain, with his face drenched and his red eyes, now dimmed, just inches from yours, made him look so... vulnerable. "No… I didn’t mean that you can’t do it, it’s just that… thinking of you, alone, out there… no, no..." he stammered, looking away. You had never seen him like this. You were so used to his strong, disciplined personality. Worry was not a word you associated with him, but now you realized he was worried about you.

"Hey," you said, gently caressing his face. "It's okay, I’m here, and I’ll be fine because I’ll have the best captain to guide me" you smiled at him.

"The best captain?" he asked, his crimson eyes regaining their sparkle as he raised an eyebrow.

"Of course! Sonic doesn’t do things as badly as you think, and... we have you too," you joked, earning a snort from him. You smiled as he closed the distance between you, pulling you into an embrace. The surprise was evident in your eyes. You knew he hated public displays of affection, especially at work. He didn't want people thinking there was favoritism towards you. He tightened his embrace as he felt your body shivering because of the cold, moving his face close to yours placing a soft kiss that contained everything he couldn't express.

"I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain and It's 2 a.m., and I'm cursing your name. I'm so in love that I acted insane, and that's the way I loved you."

"Hey! Moon!" someone called, snapping you out of your thoughts. As you returned to the present, you found yourself staring at the training center. Dylan had his hand in front of your face, trying to get your attention. "Where did you go?"

"Ah... it's nothing," you said, scratching the back of your head, your cheeks still flushed from the memory. "See you later, Dylan." You walked towards the main offices, trying to avoid making eye contact with anyone else and trying to avoid running into him. When you reached the elevator, you heard a ring—a new notification. You quickly pulled out your phone and found a message. It was a simple interaction, just 3 words put together, but it was enoght to make your heart begin to beat again, as if waking up from a deep sleep.

Shadow: Hey

"Never knew I could feel that much and that's the way I loved you."

[autumnmobile12]

7 Ways to Introduce the Villain.

1. The Shadow

A lot of series go with the classic 'ominous shadowy figure in the background.' Here's Silco in Arcane. Sinister voice, sinister dude, sinister intent. Boom, you have your villain.

2. The Slow Reveal

Other variations of the 'shadowy figure' in which the series draws out the reveal of the villain. Avatar: The Last Airbender doesn't reveal the Firelord until the final season, but his presence is felt throughout the series. He's always this looming threat whose will is carried out by his underlings. (General Zhao, Azula, etc.)

3. The Fabulous Entrance!

Okay, so we do hear Ragyo on the phone a couple times before they actually show her face, but goddamn, this entrance. It is impressive and terrifying and, it perfectly suits the utter psycho that she is.

There is no normal expression this woman makes when she's 'happy.' She's always smug or angry or annoyed, but this face with her staring, manic eyes and smile still haunts me. Send help.

4. The Sudden Entrance

Shigaraki kinda comes out of nowhere in My Hero Academia. For the first few episodes, its all lighthearted and fun and dealing with Bakugo's BS and then the class heads off on a field trip and suddenly,

"Oh, shit! Plot is happening!"

This series started off with kids learning to be heroes, and now its tragedy and social upheaval and people's lives are in danger.

5. The Incognito Entrance

This is when some random nonthreatening dude/lady just kinda sidles into the plot the be the butt of a joke and later turns out to have been one of the villains.

This scene was so weird. Tyki is just minding his own business, scamming people at cards. Then Allen and Lavi show up looking for their friend (the guy currently being scammed), and even though he recognizes them as exorcists and his enemies, Tyki has to sit there and play it off like he doesn't know jack cause if he does anything, he's gonna blow his cover in front of his human buddies. And then he suffers the indignation of being stripped in a poker game in broad daylight because the main protagonist is absolutely evil with a card deck. And then he just walks away from this like it's a totally normal thing, not even really taking vengeance for it. (He went after Allen, sure, but that was more of a job than any personal vendetta.) He's not the main villain, but I couldn't resist pointing out how bizarre this is.

For those who haven't seen D. Gray Man, the guy in the center is one of the main antagonists, and though this is technically the second time you see him, the first encounter was so short it was practically a cameo and he was a Victorian-era, Dorian Gray dandy gentleman, not this hobo riding a train.

6. The Traitor

Since the Undertaker was more of a neutral party in Black Butler, I don't think he really counts as a traitor. Still, I don't think too many of us were suspecting the morbid jokester Grim Reaper was going to turn out to be a major antagonist later on.

7. The Protagonist

And sometimes the protagonist is the villain!

[hd-erised]

Here is the complete anonymous masterlist for the 2024 @hd-erised fest!

Reveals will be on Sunday, January 5th, so there's half a week left for you to catch up on all the submissions you might have missed and leave comments for our fabulous creators before reveals!

Art:

Brewed Awakenings for @jessixaluci [T]

The Case of the Mysterious Baker for @sorrybutblog [G]

Ceilings. for @karamelised [M]

Us, again? for @nv-md [M]

Unemployed and On Guard for @makeitp1nk [T]

No One but Me for justlikewriting [M]

Stolen Glances for @dodgerkedavra [T]

Hauntingly Familiar for @moonflower-rose [T]

Fic + Art:

A Dragon to Call Mine for @annanother-thing [E, ~24,000]

Fic:

Where Starlight Falls for @citrusses [E, ~33,700]

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.

Runaway Train for @lqtraintracks [E, ~18,100]

Harry was already keen to figure out what’s been causing a series of disturbances in the London Underground before Draco Malfoy showed up acting suspicious. Two explosions, several very confused Muggles, and a cloud of mysterious sticky powder later, Harry and Malfoy can’t seem to keep their hands off each other. Can Harry shag his way to the answer to all of his questions? Seems unlikely, but what can a man do but try?

At Night All Birds Are Black for IzRoan [E, ~51,800]

Harry loves being an Auror—the long hours, adrenaline-fuelled chases, and even the paperwork. But when a haunting leads to his suspension, he’s forced to continue his investigation in secret. As he unravels the murder of a young girl, he turns to the one person he never expected he’d need: Draco Malfoy.

The Melting Point of Wax for @vukovich [M, ~10,500]

Harry Potter is many things: captain of the Chudley Cannons, the fun uncle, a good enough friend, comfortable in the life he’s built for himself. Comfortable, that is, until a risque broom advertisement and a rumor about a fellow athlete come together to send him spiralling into the world of high-stakes broom racing, high-flying turtles, and the chaos of falling in love.

Body and Soul for @a-sentimental-man [M, ~22,200]

When the headaches became worse and it got more and more difficult for Draco to work, he was left with no other choice but to recognise his stupid problem exactly for what it was. Even if that meant realising that the best, or perhaps even only, solution could solely come from one person: the one person he hadn’t seen for months, the one person he was still in love with. The one person who should never know. Because, clearly, Harry would never be able to give Draco what he needed anyway.

The Pain From an Old Wound for @sharperthan [T, ~31,100]

Getting hit with a mysterious blood curse is all in a day’s work for Harry Potter. Having to work with his former colleague, rival, bully, and boyfriend, is not. Harry’s not sure which is going to do him in first: the curse sucking his magic dry, or Draco Malfoy, as frustrating, condescending, and painfully attractive as he’s always been.

The Most Splendid Thing for @sleepstxtic [E, ~61,200]

Star Quidditch rivals Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter become accidentally bonded. They still hate each other, but now it’s untenable to leave each other’s sides—and my, but it feels oh so good to touch. They’re either going to murder one another, or fall in love. OR: A story in which Draco finally allows himself happiness, and Harry finally learns that he deserves to be whole.

Borealis Green for @faiell [E, ~47,200]

Draco left Harry on the night of their first kiss, when they were eighteen. Ten years later, Harry, now Deputy Lead of the Norwegian Aurors, barges back into Draco’s life at the Ministry, seeking his help—both personal and professional—for a case, to re-capture Rodolphus Lestrange and Augustus Rookwood. Turns out that Draco couldn’t really get over Harry, either.

Don’t Fear the Reaper for @thehoneybeet [E, ~36,900]

Harry anticipates it’s Luna or maybe Hermione at Grimmauld Place, here to rouse him out of purgatorial listlessness once again. Instead, Harry finds an opinionated crow, a scroll with his name on it, and one exhaustingly persistent Draco Malfoy, who insists that Harry is his latest soul to Reap. The only problem is…Harry’s still alive. Or so he thought.  Quote: Learning how to live takes a whole life, and, which may surprise you more, it takes a whole life to learn how to die. - Seneca

Sub rosa for @hoko-onchi-writes [E, ~37,100]

After the tragic and unexpected death of his mother, Draco Malfoy’s quiet life as Potions Master, Head of Slytherin, and Hogwarts professor gets upended—first by the manifestation of mysterious and inexplicable magic, and then by the revelation of an inheritance deliberately hidden from him his entire life.

Bare Moon Rising for xErised [E, ~15,500]

Potter moved towards him, sticking his hand out. “If that’s the case, we’re both doing it. You do the nude Tornados calendar, and I’ll do the Auror one. Most sales wins.”  Oh no.  “Are you backing out already?” Potter leaned in closer, voice dropping to a whisper. “Finally admitting that mine’s bigger than yours, then? Or do you want to cop a feel first?”  Charities could bugger off. Nothing good ever came of them, really.

Fighting the Chill for @bicholsdrarrysideblog [M, ~25,400]

What should have been an average and dull day for Draco Malfoy, turned rather south when he’s attacked in the middle of Diagon Alley.

palindrome for @threading-fate [E, ~25,800]

“Why did you let me kiss you?” Potter smirks.  “That’s not how I remember it. Why did you let me kiss you?”  “I’m stuck in a time loop. You’re not going to remember, so,” Draco’s tongue drags, calcified around the words. “Why not.”  Potter’s brows furrow but the smile stays intact. “That’s the best you could come up with?”

A Soft Place to Fall for @epitomereally [E, ~142,500]

When Harry arrives for his first year teaching at Hogwarts and is struck with a bizarre malignance, how on earth is he supposed to react when Draco Malfoy suddenly cares?

All These Winding Threads for @amomorii [E, ~35,400]

The tides of Draco’s accidental magic pull him under and leave him gasping. There’s a hungry ache that sits deep in his bones, growing worse every day. Soon it’s all he’ll be, a starving skeleton clawing at its throat.  He needs a solution. Unfortunately, that solution looks an awful lot like Harry Potter. 

Second Chance Resort for @elizah321[E, ~42,800]

A holiday forced on him by his friends after the latest in a long string of failed relationships might be a chance for Harry to relax, but all that is thrown up in the air by the appearance of one newly divorced Draco Malfoy. Mainly because they had been together almost fifteen years ago before Draco broke it off to marry the woman his mother chose for him… Feat. a matchmaking hotel, a spa day, an all-knowing Weasley, and friends who do try their best, but can get a little distracted.

Seven-and-sixpence for @oknowkiss [E, ~35,700]

The entire plan of Harry’s life had been defeat evil, become an Auror, marry Ginny. Not necessarily in that order, but it seemed to be going that way, the first two managed and the third in easy limbo. He can be better, though. He can be more. Draco will see to it.

Slip Slidin’ Your Way (In a Land of Fire and Ice) for @frm9pm [T, ~9,800]

How does a war-scarred young wizard recuperate and create a new identity? Harry opens himself to the magic of the land. Draco learns to wonder at the humblest of creatures. Years later, Magigeologist Evan Jameson and Malacologist Derek Black begin an enthusiastic correspondence. They’re in for a shock when they finally meet. Or: Science nerds go to Iceland and fall in love. Or: Why should kelp have all the fun?

Pillar of Salt for @agentmoppet [E, ~62,200]

From the lake in the Room of Hidden Things, Draco knows three things: 1. Mirror universes exist, and he’s going to find the best one—the one where he did the right thing. 2. Harry Potter and him are awfully cosy in some of these other universes, whereas Potter in real life is starting to act very odd around him indeed. 3. Draco’s reflection—the mirror version of him, the worst version of him—seems to be growing crueler. And stronger.

Prescription for @fantalfart [G, ~2,600]

Draco couldn’t say he hated his job, not really. In fact, he loved it⁠—and wasn’t that something surprising, a Malfoy being a Healer, when most of them hadn’t worked a day in their lives?—and most of all, he loved knowing that he was helping people heal, above anything else. (And if there was a part of him that craved the normalcy of something that helped instead of what he had been taught to do his entire life? Well. That was between himself and his journal when he remembered to write in it.) (And maybe there was another reason too.)

Old love don’t rust for @drarrydoodles [E, ~20,600]

“Why do you keep coming?” Malfoy asked at last. Harry mulled over the question. For a moment he debated trying to turn the tables and asking Malfoy the very same thing. But this time he didn’t want to hold back. “Because I can’t stop,” Harry said.

Equipoise for khalulu [T, ~88,200]

Ten years of peace have settled over the wizarding world, leaving Harry Potter feeling strangely adrift. Teaching Defense at Hogwarts is fine and all, but when mysterious magical blackouts start sweeping across the country, he can’t help but jump at the chance to investigate. It would be the perfect outlet for his restless energy - if he didn’t suddenly find himself tangled up in an elaborate charade, pretending to date the Prophet’s most illustrious journalist, Draco Malfoy. Between hunting down the cause of the blackouts and maintaining their ruse, Harry’s beginning to think that peacetime might actually be trickier - and far more surprising - than he’d bargained for.

Victory Lap for @traylalascrisis [E, ~4,700]

“I wasn’t sure if you’d want to eat first.” For emphasis, he pinches the skin at my waist. I want to cover myself in him. I want to roll in him like a dog. I want to devolve on top of him. And he wants me to sit nicely and use a knife and fork first?

My Mate for veradubhghoill [E, ~26,300]

Harry is a new Alpha and Draco is his Omega Healer. Draco wants to help Harry but Draco struggles to control himself whenever he is around.And Harry wants to breed Draco. Desperately so.Things come to a head when Draco and Harry become trapped with one another. Draco doesn't have his suppressant and it sends them both into heat.While they wait for help, will Draco be able to avoid being claimed by Harry? Does he even want to avoid it? Harry is gorgeous and strong, and Draco would love to have him as a mate. He just can't fathom a world where Harry Potter willingly chooses him.

Just a little liquid luck for @shiftylinguini [E, ~5,400]

Tracking the movement of Potter’s eyes, Draco runs a greasy finger over the thickest of his scars. “You like them, don’t you? Pervert.”Potter tosses his head back, jostling the mass of his curly fringe from his forehead. “I bet you were into scars long before you had any of your own, Malfoy.”Yes, Draco wants to say. I want to lick yours. What he says instead is, “Fuck you.”“Fuck you,” Potter echoes, putting the same pregnant emphasis on the F.Draco bites his lower lip, wrestling down the rise of euphoria. “Your turn,” he says. “Take that off.”

As Luck Would Have It for @smehur [E, ~12,800]

In Sixth-Year, Harry and Draco both win a vial of Felix Felicis from Slughorn and, under its influence, have sex in the Room of Requirement. In the aftermath, can Draco and Harry navigate their respective roles in the war, while grappling with their burgeoning feelings for each other?

In a Year's Turning for @maraudersaffair [E, ~89,400]

It’s been nine years. Surely, Harry can handle Draco being back—for Teddy’s sake.

Storm's Eye for @jtimu [M, ~12,400]

Harry's surprised that Draco didn't have wards up preventing mortally wounded former school mates-turned-ghosted work fellows from bursting into his house.In Harry's addled mind, this seems like a great opening line to say to Draco's gobsmacked face. He doesn't get that far, though.

housewarming for @garagepaperback [E, ~6,000]

First, they had to decide where to live. It worked, until it didn’t.

Go Up to Gilead for @tessacrowley [E, ~106,700]

Harry Potter’s sense of purpose drops dead with Voldemort. So does Draco Malfoy’s freedom.Nine years later, Harry’s still a soldier. Draco’s still a sacrifice. Harry’s going to die in his Auror uniform, andDraco doesn’t deserve to live.But when the clock runs out on Draco’s sentence, a new one starts ticking.As it was, so it will be: they’ll survive together, or not at all.

do you (one) better for @legendrarry [M, ~4,200]

Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor Harry Potter abruptly loses his Favourite Hogwarts Professor title to none other than Potions Professor Draco Malfoy. He swears it’s fine, really, but the feelings boiling within him say otherwise. Until Poppy Longbottom, Pansy and Neville’s hellion daughter, forces Hogwarts faculty and staff to engage in a very controversial Pureblood family tradition.

Of Stolen Glass and Burning Clover for @saintgarbanzo [E, ~27,800]

A week long international conference. A political scandal? A Malfoy beside the fruit tarts.

Baker's Modern Wands for @starquestingfordrarry [E, ~43,600]

At Baker's Modern Wands Lavender Brown is starting a revolution, Draco Malfoy is trying his best, and Harry Potter is really annoyed about it all.

Kiss Me, Fuck Me, Love Me for @doingthechachaslide [E, ~5,100]

Harry and Draco are running very late—they’ve got shirts to find, puppies to save, and champagne to buy.They’re also terribly, ridiculously, extraordinarily in love.

Equally Cursed and Blessed for @thecouchsofa [E, ~18,200]

Harry's back at Hogwarts to attempt his final year, again. This time he's sure there'll be no shenanigans. Well. Maybe there'll be a few.

[hannahbarberra162]

The Crocodile's Gambit, Ch. 5 (Croc x Reader)

18+ MDNI

on Ao3 All the other chapters

TW: (just for this chapter) mentions of torture / gore but not described in great detail.

Skip about halfway for softie Croc :)

Crocodile was in an absolutely fabulous mood as he cleaned the dripping blood from his hook with his handkerchief. He’d always enjoyed psychological torture more than physical, but combining the two was when he really shone. He’d been torturing the Marine in the same ways he’d tortured you - creating thousands of wounds, infecting them with sand, and allowing them to heal enough to scab. He’d then remove the sand, the wounds would reopen…ah, he was having fun with this one. His pitiful screams made Crocodile smile wider the louder they became. He didn’t need information, he didn’t need them as blackmail, he had full reign over the pacing of his craft.

It had been three days since the Mad Medic had come into his hands and Crocodile had kept him alive thus far. Crocodile had made him beg for the mercy of death but hadn’t yet granted the request. He was thinking about killing the Medic the following day but he wanted to ensure that you didn’t want to have your just desserts before he did so. Double checking his vest had no blood spatter on it, he walked the distance between the jail and his nearly-completed mansion with a spring in his step. He was elated with the way he’d dragged out this torture. Normally Crocodile bored quickly during his torture sessions, finding the pleading and begging irritating. But keeping this one alive and suffering was a delight, given what he’d done to you in the past.

Entering his mansion, Crocodile looked for you first in the office. He’d given you the week off but you’d insisted on cleaning his house anyway, saying it gave you an outlet for your nervous energy. You’d been off since the Medic had come to the island and Crocodile couldn’t wait to show you his progress with your former tormentor. You weren’t in the office so he checked your next favorite haunt - the kitchen. You were often in the kitchen, munching on snacks or drinking tea, or trying to get Daz to like you by baking him desserts. Daz did like you, but the two pirates had a silent agreement to dump your treats out the window or turn them into sand when you weren’t looking. You had many incredible qualities but baking was not one of them.

Nearing the kitchen, Crocodile smelled burnt flour and vinegar, indicating he’d guessed correctly. You’d been in the kitchen more than ever this week and your...food had gotten more creative over the time period. Peeking his head in, Crocodile prevented his nose from wrinkling as you plated the charred cookies. You looked cute in your apron, he’d love to unwrap you like a present but now was not the time. Maybe in exchange for eating the bricks he'd have you serve him in nothing but the apron...

“Crocodile! Would you like to try some of my oatmeal raisin cookies?” you asked with a bright smile. The cookies looked more like charcoal briquettes rather than an edible foodstuff.

“I fear they are too hot, they are straight out of the oven, no?” Crocodile demurred, trying to avoid the inevitable outcome. He’d resorted to turning his tongue to sand while in his mouth to decrease the taste of your creations. 

“True, you can have some later. I’ll set one aside for you, I just hope no one eats it,” you agreed easily. Crocodile could have sighed with relief but didn’t want to hurt your feelings.

“I assure you, no one will touch the cookie. Come, we have matters to discuss” Crocodile replied, thinking of the times he’d paid Daz to sample your baking in your presence. You took off your apron, set it aside, and followed Crocodile to the office. Crocodile sat down first in his leather arm chair, patting his lap. Like a spoiled little housecat, you slowly trailed behind him and perched on his generous thigh. 

Unfortunately this was no time for heavy petting. He was about to make you uncomfortable and wanted you near so he could physically reassure you. Something he’d realized over the time you’d spent together was the lack of physical affection, especially romantic affection, you’d received over the course of your life. You hadn’t come to him a virgin, you’d had some dalliances in the past. But he could tell no one took their time with you, treated you like the beautiful treasure that you were. You were used to quick, rough fucks, pulling your panties up when you were finished and leaving immediately without so much as a kiss. You were used to sex but not to intimacy which…Crocodile pitied you in some way. He didn’t often desire intimacy but to never have experienced it was depressing to think about. Indeed, the first time Crocodile had offered you aftercare, you’d balked at him.

“I can clean myself, I don’t need you-” you started in on him as soon as Crocodile had offered to run you a bath in his (newly renovated) bathroom. You were curled up completely nude on his lap, indulging in a lazy post-sex game of chess as his seminal fluids dripped down your thighs. You were winning, naturally.

“Of course you can but I want to,” Crocodile retorted, keeping his tone intentionally sharp and lightly slapping the outside of your thigh. You tended to yield most easily when he established that he took care of you for his pleasure, not your own. Which was partially true, Crocodile did enjoy pleasuring and pampering you. You were always awed and grateful, the relative poverty of life with the Clown a good counterpoint to the luxury in Crocodile’s mansion. But the larger problem in Crocodile’s mind was that you didn’t feel you deserved anything good in life. Not from Crocodile, not from the Clown, not from your fellow crew, not from anyone. And Crocodile didn’t like that line of thinking one iota. The least he could do is give you the head of your former tormentor on a silver platter. Perhaps literally.

Wiping a stray smattering of flour from your cheek, Crocodile gave you a serious look despite his inner glee.

“Dear, would you like to join me in the jail for a few moments? Perhaps torture the Medic yourself? It might give you some kind of closure,” Crocodile mused. Since he’d fought Strawhat, he always remained until his opponents were truly dead; Crocodile didn’t like making the same mistake twice. Your smile faded from your mouth, a sight Crocodile loathed.

“I, um, don’t know. I was, um, thinking, maybe but I -” you were looking beyond Crocodile as he used the flat of his hook to gently turn your face towards his. Your eyes held a hint of fear, of memories from long before you’d met Crocodile. Just for the tension you were feeling now, he’d torture the Medic for at least 4 more hours.

“ Tesoro I will be with you the entire time if you wish to go. You do not have to. You could also watch me torture him if you prefer,” he said quietly, running his hook up and down your back carefully avoiding ripping the fine green linen dress he’d bought you as a gift for winning your fiftieth game against him. You looked up, your eyes filling with the same tenacity he saw when you defeated him in chess.

“Let’s go.”

Crocodile was sure of his decision as you walked hand in hand with him to the jail. He watched you mentally prepare yourself for the sight, tilting your head to the sides as you engaged in silent conversations with yourself. You didn’t need to worry, the Medic wouldn’t be able to touch you in any physical manner, even if he had all his fingers. Reaching the jail, you took a deep breath and squared your shoulders.

“Remember, I am always at your side. I will begin with him, join me if you’d like. And if the sight is too much -” you cut off Crocodile with a curt wave.

“Trust me, you haven’t seen the gore I have, no matter how many people you’ve tortured,” you said with a roll of your eyes. Crocodile smiled at your bravery and passed through the guarded doors with you by his side. The jail was a rather small building, as you had recommended they did not keep many prisoners. There were no windows save small rectangular openings high up on the stone walls to let in a minuscule amount of airflow and light. Most cells were empty but as you walked down the hallway a few groans could be heard from a few cells along with the clinking of chains. 

Crocodile wasn’t bothered by the smells or the oppressive heat inside but he did worry about your own constitution for a moment. He realized that your words earlier were true, you were non-reactive to the rancid environment. You held your head high and kept your gaze forward as the two of you made your way to the back of the jail with Crocodile leading the way. Stopping in front of the last cell, Crocodile beheld the sight in front of him.

Bloody, bruised, battered, and beaten, the Mad Medic was a whisper of his former self. Sitting in the back of the cell, arms chained to the wall, the Medic’s greasy black hair hung loosely as he drooled on his lower half, jaw unable to close properly any longer. You looked at him askance, as if he’d ruined your favorite pair of boots, not like he’d tortured you maliciously for years. Crocodile ran his hook over the bars of the cell, enjoying the twitch it brought to the Medic’s frame.

“Wake up, Doctor. You have a guest,” Crocodile sneered. You watched impassively as the Medic made eye contact with you. Whereas before he’d grinned wickedly at you from afar, now he stared at you in horror as you stood next to Crocodile,  searching your face for forgiveness that would not be granted.

“Nothing to say? Come now, let’s have a chat, shall we?” Crocodile unlocked the cell and entered, his dress shoes clicking against the stone floors. The Medic curled in on himself as Crocodile took the tip of his hook and dragged it down his face, cutting the flesh neatly in two. The Medic moaned out loud, the wild look in his eyes showing the culminating effects of days of torture at Crocodile’s hand.

“Pleasssse, merccccy,” the Medic said in loose syllables, looking at you. You furrowed your brow.

“It doesn’t hurt. Ignore the sounds of the beast,” you replied in a clipped monotone. Crocodile tucked those words away for later in his mind. In the meantime, he sliced the Medic from finger to shoulder, putting increasing pressure as his hook continued its journey. The Medic screamed like a stuck pig, though his voice was now hoarse from repeated use. You watched for a moment longer then spun on your heel and left the jail. Crocodile smiled his unnerving cheshire grin at the Medic, who was trying uselessly to remove Crocodile’s hook from his skin. Oh, the fun they would have.

~

An hour or so later, Crocodile sauntered out of the jail. It was a shorter session than usual but Crocodile wanted to check in on you. He’d already changed his blood soaked clothes and started a new cigar - the old one had been extinguished on the Medic too many times to relight - and was heading back to his Mansion. First looking in the office and kitchen (where his cookie remained untouched on its plate), Crocodile finally looked in his bedroom. The bathroom door was shut and he heard the sound of running water in the pipes. 

Opening the door, Crocodile allowed the steam to escape before he entered the humid bathroom. All devil fruit users were weak to water but more so Crocodile than others. Of course he bathed but he avoided water as much as he could. The glass shower stall was billowing steam like a cauldron but he didn’t hear any noises besides the running of the water. He entered the bathroom and shut the door behind him, unwilling to let you get cold despite his discomfort.

“ Tesoro , how are you feeling?” Crocodile asked from the doorway. He heard no response, and approached the shower. Though the glass doors were fogged, he could see you sitting under the stream of water on the cold tiled floor with your knees tucked under your chin, allowing the hot water to beat against your back. 

“Answer me, Darling,” Crocodile urged you gently. You looked up at Crocodile with red rimmed eyes, tears running down your face even as water ran down your skin. Crocodile hadn’t seen you cry before and it was nothing he wanted to see again. He started unbuttoning his vest and shirt, folding them and placing them on the counter. You watched him with concern as he removed his pants as well as his hook, placing both on the counter.

“B-but you don’t like water -” you stammered out, starting to get up from your spot on the floor. He entered the shower, hiding the grimace he felt as the water began to bead on his skin. He wasn’t weak, the majority of his body wasn’t submerged in water, but the feeling was akin to a paper cut between his fingers. Decidedly unpleasant but not outright painful.

You stood up as he entered, Crocodile walked to the teak bench in the back and sat down, opening his arms to you in invitation of you joining in his embrace. The shower was roomy - Crocodile himself was a large man - and he liked having the bench near enough to feel the mist of the warm water without having to deluge himself in it. Unlike earlier when you’d practically strutted to him, now you scuttled like you were about to be punished. You stood between Crocodile’s muscled thighs, wrapping your arms around his neck and nuzzling into him. Crocodile ran his arm up and down your wet skin as you remained silent. 

“I will ask you once again. How are you feeling?” Crocodile said over the noise of the falling water. The increasing moisture in the air was bothering him but he’d endure for your sake. 

"I don't know, I um, I don't...know," you trailed off, still lost in your own thoughts. 

"Take your time, Tesoro, we have nowhere else to be," Crocodile said softly, holding you by the back of your arms. Though Crocodile enjoyed revenge and torture, he knew that trauma resolution was not so easy as the death of your former adversary. He'd learned his own lesson as he'd fought Whitebeard, the sick old man not giving him the fight he wanted.

“It um, didn’t feel as good as I thought it would? Like, I thought I would feel great, standing next to you? And you looked so powerful and strong and... but I felt…I don’t even know. Sad? Small? Confused?” you replied. Crocodile hummed and turned you to sit on his lap.  

“What did you mean about the ‘sounds of the beast’?” Crocodile prodded gently. He had a suspicion but wanted it confirmed before he visited the Medic next.

“Oh. That was what he would say if I screamed or made noise during procedures,” you said in an emotionless tone. Crocodile put his large hand on the back of your neck and pulled you forward to kiss your forehead. 

“I am sorry it was not what you imagined. It can be challenging to have such important events not live up to expectations. For what it is worth, I did not think you small or sad - I saw a powerful, strong, capable woman who has survived and overcome significant adversity. You were as I always have seen you -”

“Pff. Please don’t say something cheesy like the Queen on the chessboard,” you said lightly, trying to break the tension, burying your face in his shoulder. Crocodile tutted at you, enjoying the change in your mood. He watched the water drip off your nipple and yearned to lick it but restrained himself for now.

“Nonsense. You are not the Queen, a piece to be moved in defense of  or sacrificed for another. You are the only opponent worth playing,” Crocodile finished, looking you in the eyes. Your lashes filled with tears again, though this time they were accompanied with a smile and hiccup. 

“You’re the most romantic person I know,” you said with sincerity ringing in your tone, wiping your nose on your palm. Crocodile grimaced and put your hand under the stream of water in the shower.

“That is…not one of my known personality traits,” Crocodile replied dryly. He wasn’t going to disabuse you of your notions, it made his life easier if you were easily impressed with his variety of romance. He made a mental note to have flowers shipped to the island, based on your statement you’d be floored to receive them.

“I’d like to show you my romantic side,” you purred at him, your sadness forgotten. Your arm crept along his inner thigh towards his half erect cock. Crocodile was eager but the water was beginning to bother him. 

“Gladly, my Dear. I’d love to see what you have to offer me. In the bedroom,” Crocodile demanded, picking you up bridal style and turning off the shower. Wrapping you in a towel, he exited the bathroom and stalked towards the bed in the center of his room.

“What Croccy, don’t like swimming as much as your bananawani?” you teased, licking his dripping earlobe. 

“Mm. I see your attitude has recovered, Brat. Let’s see how well it serves you. I seem to remember you proclaiming endlessly that you would be my good girl if only I would stop my ministrations. Is that not still the case? Perhaps I can remind you of your promises to be good for me,” Crocodile drawled, biting your shoulder gently. You puffed up in fake outrage as Crocodile tossed you on the bed. You laid on your stomach on the bed, leaning against your elbows as you reclined on the tall bed frame.

“You had me over your knee, spanking my ass forever! I was sore for two days! Of course I’d say whatever, I woulda said you’re the Pirate King,” you said, flicking your eyes as he loosely stroked himself.

“Tsk, tsk. Lying to your Captain? Definitely not a good girl,” Crocodile said, raking his eyes over your figure as you broke out in goosebumps.

“Definitely not,” you agreed, licking your lips. Crocodile could tell you wanted to suck his cock but he had other plans in mind for you. He hooked his forearm and hand under your knees, flipping you up onto your upper back, pussy high in the air. His bed being so far off the ground put your delectable pussy at the perfect height for him to sample at his leisure.

“H-hey, wait, I wanted to -” you squeaked out before he silenced you.

“Don’t care what you want, Brat. This is what you’re getting,” he growled, holding your hips in place as your legs dangled over his arms. 

“I can’t come like this, it’s too -” you began as a blush crept over your face. Even though you’d been with Crocodile for a few weeks now, he’d discovered that some sexual acts made you feel embarrassed. You didn't like feeling exposed, you preferred to come with your legs clenched around his hand, face, and cock. Your embarrassment  was absolutely adorable and he made an effort to show off your pretty pussy and watch you squirm.  

“Is that so? You cannot come in this position?” Crocodile smiled, baring all his teeth at you. You shivered, biting your bottom lip and nodding.

A few hours later he'd changed your mind. You could indeed come in that lewd position, your pussy on full display for his consumption. You’d also come in many others as he’d taken his time with you, stroking you slow and deep, hitting your g spot with his thrusts as he kissed and nipped at you. 

“Just come for me once more, just one more time around my cock,” Crocodile murmured into your hair as he thrust into you from behind, his hand on the bed to keep from putting weight on you. You whined, you’d been so good for him already. Crocodile leaned back onto his knees, still thrusting as he smacked your ass for good measure. Picking up his pace, Crocodile admired the sight of his cock sliding into your well used cunt.

“ Aah , ah, p-please, I c-can’t -” you stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence as he continued to pound you from behind.

“You can. You will,” Crocodile said as he reached under you to rub your oversensitive clit. He’d kept you on edge for quite some time then had you coming over and over. You arched your back even higher, clamping your legs as closely together as you could.

“Ah ah. Legs spread, let me see my beautiful pussy. No hiding,” Crocodile cooed at you, using his knees to force your legs further apart. 

“Croc-crocodile, I’m c-close, I’m -” Crocodile slapped your clit with his fingers and was rewarded by the pulsing of your pussy around him as you moaned your release. He rode you through your climax, wanting you to enjoy every overwhelming moment as he sought his own release. Your fluttering, messy pussy pushed him over the edge as he came deep within you. As you came down from your high, you pulled him down to lay next to you. Sweating and panting, you pulled his arm over your side as you rested.

“Feeling better?” Crocodile asked, kissing your mouth tenderly.

“Mmhmm, feelin’ fuckin’ great,” you replied, stretching out your legs. Crocodile closed his own eyes, content to enjoy the moment together in comfortable silence. 

“You can kill him now,” you said apropos of nothing. Crocodile didn’t have to ask what you meant.

“As you wish, Darling,” he agreed, running his fingers over the scars on your back. You kept quiet a few minutes longer, fidgeting every half minute or so by shifting your legs, arms or learning his body with your fingertips. Your unease told him you had something else you wanted to say. He gave you the time to sort through your thoughts and feelings, despite the fact that he knew what you were going to say. As well as you could read him, he’d spent time working on being able to read you. And he knew you had a big revelation coming his way. 

“Crocodile I -” you started hesitantly after several more minutes, stopping to collect your thoughts. Crocodile opened his eyes to watch you chew on a nail.

“It's alright, Dear. I love you too,” he replied quietly, looking into your eyes as he cupped your cheek.

“....I was gonna say I don’t have the energy to play chess tonight,” you replied sheepishly. “But, yeah, that too.” For the first time in several decades, Crocodile felt himself blushing.

Fuck. 

[stagprongs]

SIRIUS BLACK & the motorcycle mishap (ft 70s music)

(the ultimate modern family inspired marauders drabble that we didn’t know we needed?)

alright here it goes -

The day sirius black brought his new motorcycle, he took it for a ride ….and never came back

okay fine. HE CAME BACK. His amazing ride started out great..but approx 15 minutes later— sirius black was flat on his back, pinned under the bike. And I kid you not—this is what he’s saying while recording himself on phone with no signal-

—‘’If I had to make a playlist for being stuck under a motorcycle, it’d be… uh… ‘I’m in Love with My Car’ by Queen, ‘Highway Star’ by Deep Purple, ‘Ride a White Swan’ by T. Rex… maybe throw in ‘Dancing Queen’ by ABBA because let’s face it, I’m fabulous even while pinned to the ground.”

Then he takes a dramatic pause, squints up at the sky, and says:

— “Turns out today wasn’t the first day of the rest of my life. today isn’t the day I ride off into the sunset. Today’s the day I get defeated by a two-wheeled beast and—Merlin’s beard—is that oil on my pants? These are new!”

— “Oh, my goodness. There’s some DVDs in a shoe box in, uh, my closet that I was holding for… a buddy. Um, moony you can go ahead and just throw the whole box away.” 

At one point, he tries to summon his wand to levitate the bike off, but it’s just out of reach. Cue him grumbling:

— Sirius groaned, patting the bike. “You need a name—something loud. Flashy. Unapologetic. He smirked. “Freddie Mercury. Perfect.” Freddie if we make out of this i am painting flames on you

And the best part? He has snacks in his pocket

— “ I am so hungry. i don’t know how long i am gonna be out here. I gotta ration my food.”

Cue to him rationing his CHOCOLATE FROGS.He unwraps one dramatically and bites into it before choking and muttering:

— “No almonds! I said NO ALMONDS!”

Honestly, someone send help—or don’t. At this point, he’s making a playlist in his head and humming ‘Starman’ like it’s his last day on earth.

Meanwhile, James and Remus are back at home debating whether Sirius has found a pub or died dramatically.

James: “He’s probably at a pub or something wrecking chaos.” Remus: “Or he’s dead.” James: “Then he’d haunt us. Either way, we’ll hear from him.”

But after another hour? They go looking. They hadn’t heard from sirius in hours which way too long for a guy who usually disappears and comes back with a ridiculously long story about getting into a bar fight with werewolf (James swears it was all remus’s fault but that’s beside the point). So they set off to track him down and after a bit of searching they find him

On the ground.Still pinned.Still talking to himself.

Sirius: “Oh, thank Merlin. Help’s here. Thought I’d have to eat my socks.” James: “You’re under your bike?” Sirius: “No, no. With my bike. Bonded.” Remus: “How long have you been like this?” Sirius: “Long enough to reevaluate my entire life. And start a band. It’s called ‘Sirius and the Sidecars.’” James: “We’re levitating it off you now.” Sirius: “WAIT. Not yet—I need to finish my goodbye message. I am recording my final moments” Remus: “To who?” Sirius: “To the world, Moony.” James: “Final moments? You’ve been under there for, what, an hour? If you die from a bad snack choice or the bike…I’ll consider it a mercy killing” Sirius: “Mercy killing? It’s art prongs, Art. It’s not about the destination—it’s the journey”

Eventually, they lift the bike, but Sirius immediately points at it—dented, greasy, and barely upright—and goes —“Okay, but picture it—with flames.”

James laughs so hard he falls over, and Remus mutters something about “natural selection being way too slow.”

the modern family episode i took reference from lol

[msunitedstatesjames]

Rating Veilguard companions based on their living spaces:

I'm coming up on the last handful of missions in Veilguard, and I noticed that I hadn't really spent all that much time looking around the rooms of the companions. I pretty much burst in and out, only staying long enough to hear whatever they have to say. So I decided to do a more in depth look. (There will be some moderate spoilers ahead if you haven't worked your way through most of Emmrich's companion quests.)

7. Lucanis

Okay, we've all heard the reasoning behind Lucanis's room of choice, but this "room" is still sad. As awesome as access to the kitchens is, this is just a straight up trauma room. That's without even mentioning the perilous number of candles near the bed of such a haunted (literally) man. But, at least he has somewhere to sleep, unlike some others, and he has plenty of supplies of citrus fruit, so scurvy won't be an issue.

6. Emmrich

I hate to rank this one so low. Not only is Emmrich my romance of choice, but I'm a huge book lover in real life, and I love this aesthetic. But this man doesn't have anywhere to sleep! He's in his 50s and has nowhere to sleep! Much has been said about where he might be sleeping every night. Does he sleep on the corpse slab? Does he sleep in the big red chair? Does he curl up in front of the fire like a hound? If he was 19 maybe those options would be feasible. But I'm in my early thirties in real life, and the idea of spending a night on a hard floor/slab is already unbearable to imagine, and sitting upright all night is only done if I'm so ill I can't do otherwise. No bed is just unforgiveable. Also, he's stuck with the skull and spirit of his former friend/rival seemingly listening in on everything and critiquing him constantly. Imagine just minding your own business and having a skull call you "moldering" while implying you're too old to be with your partner of choice. On the other hand, I envy the shelf space, the spiral staircase, and the gorgeous balcony view.

5. Taash

Maybe Taash likes having a gloomy room, I don't know. But sometimes this room looks like a straight up dungeon. Also, though there is some good functionality for training and such, the room lacks daily functionality due to the sheer amount of stuff everywhere. I get that Taash is a Lord of Fortune and treasure hunting is like their whole thing, but like, does Taash really need multiple huge stacks of silver bars and random sheaths of fabric here in their temporary Fade bedroom? What's the point of having so many tables if none of them have any more room to set things on when you actually need to? Some of these rugs are fantastic though. And Taash is one of only two companions with a real bed, so that counts for a lot.

4. Bellara

This is more workshop than bedroom, which I guess suits Bellara well enough. But there's a couple of issues here. First, there's some pretty spiky tools a little close to her cot. God forbid she has a nightmare and jerks upright out of a deep sleep, she'd get slightly impaled. Also, imagine trying to sleep with the smug face of the Archive looking out at you all the time. And don't forget the room is just full to bursting with mirrors. That seems like a confusing, hazardous, headache inducing horror. There is some cool elven decor though.

3. Neve

Neve has a pretty tiny space compared to some of the others, but I guess it's fitting for a noir style detective. She does have a bed, though it's only a less than stellar cot. She also has a bunch of wisps stealing her stuff all the time. But she has a beautiful view, more privacy than some of the others, and a nice desk, which is essential to a detective. And in the end this room is kind of gorgeous.

2. Harding

This whole place is fabulous. The plants are amazing. The magic butterflies are enchanting. The giant ceiling flower is beautiful. Harding doesn't have a real bed, but she has a canopy and a bedroll, which she's probably pretty comfortable in by now after 10+ years of being a scout. I also like that this room grows and transforms over the course of the story. Personally, I think this is the most aesthetically pleasing of the rooms, and I imagine there's some crickets in there to give you that peaceful summer evening soundtrack.

1.Davrin

Davrin's biggest advantage is the simple fact that he has a private sleeping area with a real bed. No one else has both of those things. On top of that, it's a functional space for he and Assan. It's open and has a nice perch for easy Assan access. It has shelf space for his carvings. He has lots of cool knick knacks. He has lots of natural light and a great view. But after looking more closely at his space I almost dropped him down a spot for one reason. NUGS. Did I miss a dialogue line about his love for nugs? Because there's A LOT of nug memorabilia in this place. There's a taxidermy nug with a face only Leliana could love. There's little nug carvings. There's bigger nug carvings. There's drawings of nug anatomy. I don't know if I'm more freaked out by the idea that Davrin brought them or the idea that Solas left them. Still, he does have a cozy fireplace/chair combo, as long as you don't mind being watched by the empty stares of a thousand lifeless nugs.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Chance to buy the home that was featured on the show. It is stunning. The 1885 former funeral home in Chatham Kent, ON, Canada, has 6bds, 6ba, 5 levels, and is listed for $1.885M.

The entrance hall is a striking gloss red with black & gold accents.

Immediately to the right, thru double doors, is a sunny office with a great view.

Proceeding down the hall.

We come to a fabulous original staircase with a mural and a faux garden. This is cool.

Across the hall there's this lovely blue lounge.

The home is known for its secret passages, and in this room, there's a bookcase that pushes open to a room I'd like to see, but they don't show.

There's also a pretty half bath off this room.

This TV room is off the blue room, and it must've clearly been the former chapel.

This is a dining area that's a part of the huge kitchen. I'm surprised that in this very elegant home there's no formal dining room.

Moody black kitchen is way too large. Look at the scythes (well, more like sickles, but who's arguing?)

Another sitting room.

And, off that sitting room is another sitting room, but this one has lovely exposed brick.

I don't know why, but the laundry room gives me the creeps.

And, here we are on the upstairs landing. There's a stained glass window on the way up, too.

The large primary bedroom has a stunning ceiling.

This bedroom is huge, too. You could probably do a haunted bed & breakfast b/c the house is zoned for business.

A large moody full bath. This is nice.

This may be a basement suite, b/c I don't see any windows.

Then, they have what must have been the embalming room, decorated with a chart, a display of tools and stuff, plus antique barber's chairs.

On the top floor things get considerably cheerful and light.

Light bath with flowers on ribbons.

And a gigantic shower. Wow, I wouldn't want to wipe this thing down.

This fun room looks like it's on the 5th level and may be one of the secret rooms.

And, this would be the belvedere on the top of the house.

The lot is .41 acre.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/620-Cross-St-Chatham-Kent-ON-N0P-1M0/2077626884_zpid/?

[cepheustarot]

What do your dreams want to tell you?

Attention! This reading is for entertainment purposes only. This tarot reading does not give a 100% guarantee that all the describes being ultimate truth. Only you know yourself best.

Paid readings

Pick a pile. Choose one or more pictures. Trust your intuition.

Pile 1: To begin with, I will describe in general terms the plots of your dreams so that you understand whether this option is suitable for you or you can choose another one.Your dreams are quite vivid, fabulous, they have many fantasy elements, a lot of magic, the actions in your dreams may not be connected by logic, the sequence of actions can be broken without any explanation. You can dream about yourself or another person/character who takes control of the actions and decides what to do in the dream (I would put it in the category of lucid dream), as well as you can often remember the dream stories after the awakening. Your dreams are also quite emotional, again vivid, but they are more pleasant emotions, not causing fear or fright. 

In general, there is no secret meaning in such dreams, this indicates that now you have a quiet period in life, with pleasant moments, that is, you do not experience severe stress. It may be the other way around that your life is going through such a difficult period that you only see quiet/calm moments in your sleep. In any case, you will definitely cope with the difficult moments, as dreams literally tell you that everything is in your hands, you are strong and you can change the situation, take control of it. You will overcome the hardships of your life, and your life will be the tranquility you await. 

Pile 2: To begin with, I will describe in general terms the plots of your dreams so that you understand whether this option is suitable for you or you can choose another one. At the beginning of your dreams appear bright, cheerful, you or the character of your dreams feels good, overall there are pleasant events. But everything changes with the appearance of a new character or event that changes the plot, in such moments you feel tense or excited, the surrounding reality changes, colors can become darker, locations can change. Something happens that revolts against the protagonist, and it ultimately has unfortunate consequences, you can see yourself in dangerous situations, like falling from a great height or you’re in a place, where there are monsters everywhere, be on fire and all that. 

As an option, sleep broadcasts your current life situation, there is a person or environment of people who are prejudiced to you, put sticks in the wheels, cause discomfort and while people can behave obsessively, do not depart from you and constantly be near you. You can’t get rid of them and it weighs you down. It may also speak of a long-standing problem that you have not been able to solve for a long time, and it haunting you even in your sleep.The cards offer you to ask for help from others, to share your thoughts.Undoubtedly, you are a strong person who is used to rely on himself and his strength, but it will be useful for you to look at the situation from the perspective of another person, to listen to his advice. This is evidenced by the dream with the character that appears in the middle of the plot, because if you listen to him, you can deal with problems or at least some part of them. 

Pile 3: To begin with, I will describe in general terms the plots of your dreams so that you understand whether this option is suitable for you or you can choose another one.You see yourself or the person in the dream as a wanderer, who often travels or is away from close people. You can also see in your dreams how you or the character often helps others, overcoming dangers and difficulties, in short you see some kind of hero. And in general, dreams appear colorful, bright, positive, but the stories can be repeated or be very similar to each other, as well as at the end you always see that the character of the dream something is missing in life. Yeah, he’s got the money, the resources, the things he loves, but he still feels empty and sad. 

These dreams tell you that you’re stuck in one place, you’re holding on to something or someone and you can’t let go, move on. You’re attached to someone or something, and that stops you. You may also have the feeling that you’re stuck in four walls, some dead end, a maze you can’t find a way out of. Dreams can also tell you that you are hiding your true emotions in public, you can suppress them. The cards offer you to listen to yourself, understand what worries you, saddens you, what causes discomfort and prioritize your well-being, your interests.

Thank you for reading! I will be glad of any feedback 🖤

[scripts4dreamers]

Letters from the sky pt. 2

AN: Okay this truly was not meant to have a part two, but I just finished Veilguard and so the brain rot continues.

Part One

It took the better part of a month for Solas to receive a response. By the time that swooping, flowing little piece of paper caught Solas’ eye, he had moved from the half crumbling tower in the memory of an abandoned fort to a small cabin on the edge of a sea of starlike wildflowers. His cabin was pressed against an ancient forest where trees grew so tall and thick that it made his Dread Wolf form seem small and insignificant. He loved it there. The flowers were sweet and fragrant, the days were warm and the nights were bracingly cold. The forest was so old that it made Solas feel young and fresh, the way he had at the start of the world. So, as the letter made its way towards where he sat, Solas let it come. He was comfortable there, seated on the patio whittling away at a piece of wood he had found on his journey.

“Welcome, friend,” He said as the letter unfolded itself in his hand, “I was beginning to think that I had seen the last of you.”

The letter, again, said nothing and Solas couldn’t help but chuckle. There was something about this place that calmed him and made him feel lighter, like the spirit he had once been rather than the man he now was. The lighthouse was his home. Nowhere in the fade could truly compare, but this field was a close second.

He took a moment to prepare himself as best he could before, once more, gingerly opening the envelope, keeping the seal intact. The moment he saw the familiar looping handwriting, his heart jumped into his throat and, despite having sworn that he would take things slowly, he immediately dove into the letter.

Solas,

I am terribly embarrassed. It truly never occurred to me that I would actually send that letter, or honestly that I possessed the skill to do so while so fabulously drunk. I cannot remember everything I said to you, but I’m sure I made a fool of myself. Again. I can only hope you can forgive me.

I have left Skyhold to travel with Blackwall for a time. It is night now, and I am alone. Thom collapsed a few hours ago. He still can’t hold his liquor. He thinks I need to remember the goodness in the world, that it will help me find the hope I had when we first met. I don’t know if that is possible and I doubt, even if it is, that I will find it on this trip, but I do appreciate his company. It is also comforting to be on the move again. The constant politicking, the infighting and intimidation tactics that come with running the Inquisition makes my skin itch and sometimes I feel ten years older than I ought to. The wilds are different. Things are simple out here. I feel like I could be simple out here.

So let me say this simply; you have lost any and all right to call me cruel. I poured my words into a hundred letters only because I could not say them to your face. Because you left.

You left me.

Twice.

You ask what my letters contained? They contained my heart, my pain, my confusion at being discarded like a broken doll after everything we shared with one another. They contained each and every question you never gave me the chance to ask you and, yes, many contained my love. It is only because of the depths of my love that your absence hurt so deeply - continues to hurt so deeply. I hope that this satisfies your curiosity.

However, if we must talk about cruelty, let’s talk about the wolf in the room. Why, in all these years, have you never spoken to me in my dreams, as we both know you can? Do you think I do not see the wolf, the glowing eyes in the darkness? Do you think I am so naive as to not wonder what force hunts the demons that haunt my sleep? I would know you in any form, Solas. I would know you in pitch blackness. For years I have waited for you to speak, to attack me, to lay your head on my lap, to do something. But to no avail.

So we sit in silence. Except that I broke the silence. There is a crack in the dam and all the carefully cultivated parts of us that I have stored away are pouring out.

I do not truly expect you to answer my questions. I know that this is my fault. I opened the wound again and rubbed salt in it myself. I hope that, despite my enraged ramblings, you believe me when I say that I didn’t want to hurt you. Honestly, I did not believe myself to be capable of hurting you anymore.

How did it come to this, Vhenan? How did we become people that hurt one another so intimately?

You do not have to respond. I cannot decide if I hope you do or not.

Yours, Amala Lavellan

Again, Solas began his ritual of pacing, reading, drinking and remembering. He committed each character to memory. His whittling lay forgotten on the patio as he poured himself into you again and he was so engrossed in his task that he didn’t even notice the second letter until it fell against his shoulder.

Dear Solas,

I lied. Of course I hope you respond.

The very next day, Solas sent his intricately folded paper bird through the fade, whispering words of power into its wings as his hands quivered. He watched it vanish, breathing in the sweetness of the flowers and wishing, not for the first time, that he could be someone else. Just for a moment.

Vhenan,

I do not know what to say. There are no answers I can give that will soothe the pain I have caused you, and the answers I do have are likely to be unsatisfactory, but they are yours. I owe you at least that much.

The short answer is, at the start I did not intend to visit your dreams. It was an accident. After our meeting in the Crossroads, when I stripped the anchor from you and you learned of my true nature I was…drained. Magically, physically and emotionally I had very little left in reserve and I simply had to stop and rest. Even in the fade my body is still subject to the whims of any ordinary man, though I often neglect it, and so I eventually needed to sleep. I cannot say for certain why I drifted. I am generally more on guard against such things but, regardless, that night I drifted and I found myself somewhere unfamiliar. I am almost always a wolf in my dreams and so, finding myself in new and uncertain territory, I did what any wolf would do; I followed a familiar scent. By the time I realised what had happened, it was too late.

No, I suppose that is not entirely true. I could have left, but I wanted to see you. I figured that my longing, my desperation for knowledge of you may have caused the drifting and thus, if I could confirm for myself that you were safe and happy, it might stop. I had assumed that, if I was careful, I might be able to pass unnoticed. I just wanted to know that you were well.

It was a beautiful dream, Vhenan. I have always wanted to ask, where were we? The woods were unfamiliar, but you seemed so…at peace there. I watched for longer than I ought to have. When you saw me…ah, but it was too late by that stage. Rather than slaking my desire to be near you, seeing you so free, so relaxed and happy, it only made things worse. I could not hold myself back from drifting, and I did not try particularly hard.

I have never spoken to you because, despite all evidence to the contrary, I do have a very well developed sense of self preservation. My selfish actions have done enough damage to us both as it is.

I hope that you find whatever it is that you are looking for on your travels with Thom Rainier. Perhaps now my reluctance to accept him back into the fold after his lies came to light makes some sense to you. Regardless, he is a good man. I am alone as well, though I imagine that that is less unusual for me than it is for you, Inquisitor. I will not bore you with specifics, but I am somewhere beautiful and I am safe. Please, be on your guard on your travels, my heart. It is a dangerous world out there.

Like I said, I will always respond when you call. I will always answer when you write. It is beyond my power to do anything else.

Yours, Solas

Ps. You are the only living soul that still has the power to hurt me, Amala. That will never change.

As he wandered through the fade, leaving the comfort of the clearing behind and beginning the long journey back to his lighthouse, Solas turned one specific part of Amala’s letter over in his head.

How did it come to this, Vhenan? How did we become people that hurt one another so intimately?

What a poignant, piercing question. Had he not asked himself the very same thing countless times? Had he not laid awake at night, wrestling with what to do, how to feel, how to move forward? Of course, they were aligned in this. Of course, she felt it too. To hear his own helplessness reflected back at him in her words and know that she was struggling alongside him was…it was a bitter, bitter comfort.

He longed for Felassan, for Mythal, for the counsel of those who knew every part of him. They would be able to put words to the tangle of emotions swirling in his chest. They would be able to see through the fog and guide him towards the proper path. They would know if what he was doing was right.

But Mythal was dead. Felassan was dead. He had killed them both and now he must walk alone.

[ofmdrecaps]

10/31/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR: Taika Waititi; Samba Schutte; Nat Torres; Kristian Nairn; Linds Cantrell; Dominic Burgess; Vico Ortiz; Fan Spotlight: Our Flag Means Fanfiction New Show; Halloween; Adopt Our Crew OFMD Themed Spooky Season Prompts; Love Notes;

Alrighty lovelies. So this edition is a lot later than it should be because I wanted to get permission from fans to include their absolutely beautiful work! Thank you to everyone who allowed me to share-- and please oh please if you'd like to share yours I'd love to see more of your beautiful creations-- from costumes to pumpkins for Halloween!

PS: Happy Boop Day to all who celebrated here on Tumblr!

= Taika Waititi =

Well, Taika and Rita really did steal the halloween show, I tell ya. Look at these awesome Legend of Zorro costumes!

Source: Getty Images

Source: Rita's Instagram

= Samba Schutte =

Samba and family went for something out of this world for Halloween!

Source: Samba Schutte's Instagram

= Nat Torres =

Nat asked a very important question on Halloween!

Source: Nat Torres Instagram

= Kristian Nairn =

Hey! Did you know Kristian did an interview with Instinct Magazine ?

= Lindsey Cantrell =

Our darling set decorator went as Selena Gomez from Only Murders In The Building (another show Lindsey worked on!)

Sounce: Linds' Instagram

= Dominic Burgess =

Happy Halloween from Jeffrey Fettering! He gets to dress up in all the cool costumes year round!

Source: Dominic's Twitter!

= Vico Ortiz =

Vico's put up more OFMD BTS for S2 on their Patreon! Some sneaky previews below! Vico's Patreon.

Source: Vico's Patreon

Source: Vico's Patreon

== Netflix Requests! ==

Your daily reminder from our dear crewmate aproperpirate to put in those netflix requests! https://help.netflix.com/en/titlerequest

Source: A proper pirate on Twitter

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Our Flag Means Fanfiction =

While not specifically OFMD related-- it's brought to you by Our Flag Means Fanfiction and it's spooky! New podcast by the folks who brought you OFMFF about Haunted Hollywood! Check it out on their linktr.ee!

Source: Our Flag Means Fanfiction

= Halloween =

Since Halloween always gives us such fabulous costumes I really wanted to share some that popped across my feed! LadyLiu7 on Instagram was kind enough to share her Blackbeard Costume, which I have to say, is INCREDIBLY bad ass. Thank you so much for sharing it with us!

Source: LadyLiu7's Instagram

One of our very active and amazing crewmates, politestmenace over on twitter also dressed as Ed this year, with bonus mini-menace as Kevin from Time Bandits! (Jemaine even sent some praise!) Thanks for letting me share this awesomeness dear!!

Source: Politest Menace's Twitter

Another one of our wonderful crewmates -- _gentlebeard over on twitter went as one of the Skeleton Mermaids! Check out this stunning costume! It was so impressive David re-tweeted it! Absolutely fantastic job Chelsea! Thank you so much for letting me share this with the crew!

Source: _Gentlebeard's Twitter!

= Adopt Our Crew Prompts =

Our Fan-Tabulous crewmembers over at @adoptourcrew kept up the engagement by asking folks what kind of cool OFMD stuff people were into for the spooky season and I was so happy that some of our crewmates were cool with me sharing because LOOK AT THE TALENT ON THIS SHIP!!!!!

Source: Adopt Our Crew's Twitter  Like seriously, how do you all manage to get this so intricate! ITS AMAZING and SUPER SPOOKY. I would have loved to see it in person! Great job Sarah!!

Source: Habitvol6's Twitter

Oh and this extremely cool mermen skeletons decoration!? EXCUSE ME!? Poison2Princess over on Twitter knocked it out of the park with this one!!

Source: Poison2Princess on Twitter

OH and just by the way, check out this fabulous flag pumpkin by AsYouWish311 over on Twitter! It's so hard to carve pumpkins, and you DID NAIL IT! So hard! Frenchie would be proud!

Source: AsYouWish311

Tumblr keeps deleting my edits-- but Check out this SUPER BADASS PUMPKIN THAT JENN on bluesky made! Look at that!!! It looks like a title card! You are amazing luv!

Source: Metavenhorst on Bluesky!

== Love Notes ==

Hey there lovelies! I hope you all had an absolutely wonderful spooky couple days! Halloween is one of my favorite times of year because everyone gets to be so creative, and expectations are dropped even if it's just for an evening!

Please oh please remember to take some time for yourself soon if you didn't get to these past couple days! You need to recharge too. Sending so much love your way -- take care!

Source： MyEasyTherapy

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

What Inspires your blog?

A little backstory...

I have always been a movie buff, especially horror. I've watched Vincent in the past and pretty much have watched him all of my life and I've always liked him.

Well, it started when I got COVID and was quarantined in my bedroom, I decided to binge watch horror movies. I started with "House on Haunted Hill" and "Fall of the House of Usher". I was smitten. Not just by Vincent's acting, which is fabulous and unmatched - but his voice. The way he delivers his lines....sure, he is the king of camp, and his bisexual and often flamboyant mannerisms are top-notch and that's why I love him so much.

Not to mention, he's fucking gorgeous! Look at him!

I also fell down a rabbit hole - read his books, and his daughter's book - which solidified my love for him. And for his second wife, Mary. I adore her and I think she's absolutely beautiful and amazing!

He was very accepting of everyone, regardless of their gender, sexual preference, race, etc - which is why he was grey-listed and in turn, caused him to be a horror icon or as I say "bicon".

He's a wonderful human being and actor. Everyone has their problems and he may not have been perfect, but he is to me and I'm sure he is to others as well!

That is what inspired me to create this blog. To carry on his legacy and to spread the joy of Vincent Price to anyone who appreciates him as I do.

Hope that answers your questions. 🦇🦇🦇🖤🖤🖤🦇🦇🦇

[katyspersonal]

Alright Suspiciously Cheerful Katy, for that ask meme, I want THOTS on MARIKA plzzzzzz

Look at her fabulous hair ffs

THOTS on Marika, you say......

( Asks from this ( x ) meme)

Favorite thing about them:

It is really hard to point out something concrete! She is a very complex and well-written character, who has done a lot of bad and a lot of good, not to mention grandiose presence in the lore and worldbuilding! She appeared very cold and cruel through her words passed along and actions that we've learned about, but then there has also always been fixation on life, light, bounty and prosperity! I struggle to find a compromise between her war criminal oppressor side and her striving to create a warm heaven for self and others side! But maybe that's the point; big, strong, legendary, impactful figures in history always did BOTH bad and good, but become immortalised in history as just one of these dualities! When shaping history is always both creating and destroying! This is how 'shaping' works!

^^^ I like that she gives people a choice! Just like an actual idea of 'God' without being distorted; you have safety, love and purpose if you cooperate and you can choose struggle without any guidance if you want to! That some people can interpret as that "serve in heaven rule in hell" shit

^^^ I also like that she encouraged people that put faith in her to actually think! This is basically encouraging Fundamentalism which is "scholarship in all but name", but she doesn't want people to just blindly follow; she wants them to understand WHY they'd follow!

But I think above all, I like her tragedy of failing to build this perfect world and how it ends. I talked just recently about it in the post ( x ) about what was it that Gideon saw in "her will" that made him turn against everything prior, but in short: she wanted to keep the world in the state of permanent disarray, just as long as it doesn't recover and perpetuate the Golden Order.

The thing about a new Lord coming to her to be her consort and thus fixing everything? That's what Two Fingers had everyone believe and wanted, not her. :p She probably knew that she can't die by Shattering nor by a hand of a human, though maybe left a hope someone will find a way by urging Hewg to keep striving for a god-slaying weapon. But if she, and thus, Elden Ring, can't be killed, people can just stay away from it forever. That Gideon understood and we didn't and he deserves more credit for it fdshfdh

I compare her with Gwyn often, as they are the same trope of Fromsoft character: a divinity that tried to build a better world yet did a lot of evil to accomplish it and it was, tragically, corrupt by good intentions! But she did one thing he didn't: she was smart enough to know where it was going and oppose perpetuating cycle! Gwyn sacrificed himself to reignite what he gave to the world, Marika sacrificed herself to undo it! I know many people dislike this trope, as "the bad guy gets redeemed by sacrifice instead of doing a harder thing of staying alive and FIXING things they've done!", which is valid! But here it is not necessarily given as a noble act that "redeems" her, nor exposed as "cowardly" act! The narration allows us to interpret it however we want, but the real thing here: it is a human act. It was not rational or wise, but it sure was full of remorse

Basically I think I want to say, for a human, she made a pretty great God all things considered, because she was thinking about world and future and people, not just self.

Least favorite thing about them:

Her playing karma ping-pong with Hornsent and alike, for the lack of better term. 🙄 I believe that Omen curse was a direct result of the Crusade! Not even just because Grandam mentions it, it can always be a localisation error! But because it is logical: wraits, who are spirits of the dead mind you, haunting Omens, are horned! Like, yes, sure, her cruelty to the last Fire Giant and all blahblahblah, but girl what is this Omen Twins situation? They are your own children! They, and other Omens, already suffer with horrifying nightmares paying for YOUR sins, don't make it worse by either isolating them or encouraging "healing" them with heavy lethal rate procedure!

Betrayal means she was a trusted figure for them! As in, she held the power and influence enough to potentially help to gradually rid Hornsent culture of dangerous beliefs and practices! Like integrate them a bit more in the population under Erdtree that is largerly hornless, help them to see nobody is more or less divine, all that.. The cycle could have ended with HER! But she chose the grief and pain over healing (and Messmer probably amplified it, Crow I know you're dying to post that serpent theme is not incidental, you are not slick!!!)

She could have ended all this, she had the power! Why Ancient Dragons could have it but not them? We all know why: personal trauma. And yes, this is so sad, and so realistic, and I love this WRITING, but I can ALSO judge a character! Though, her actions ricocheting into whole Vengeance-Seeking Hornsent NPC's character was ALSO a good writing... argh

Favorite line:

"Hear me, Demigods. My children beloved. Make of thyselves that which ye desire. Be it a Lord. Be it a God. But should ye fail to become aught at all, ye will be forsaken. Amounting only to sacrifices..."

I am still not sure what is the context! Was it something she said upon already deciding on the Shattering, as foreshadowing for what infights will unravel? Or her mother skills were Just Like That, as she viewed her children first of all as tools of building a better world and being helpful powers to it, not as those living just for the heck of it? Silly, but the latter interpretation is basically a problem that existed in Disney's movie Encanto, where Alma would find a use for community in all family members with special powers but neglected the one born without any xD Anyways, badass quote no matter what was the context for it!

brOTP:

Does..... does Marika have friends? Many are either her family in one way or another or her lovers. xD I think Hewg qualifies the best, as wild as it sounds; Misbegotten are viewed as impure within her order and he speaks of her from obvious imbalanced position of reverence, but despite everything, she confided in him! It feels like a tragedy of people who were meant to be close friends but too much time was gone because of circumstances, decisions of the past which aftermaths lasted for centuries to taint everything, mistakes and absence of one of the sides (oh I wonder who... 🙄) or simply meeting too late in life. You can't tell me they didn't wish they'd met sooner / they could go back in time / whatever your interpretation is!

OTP:

I think she and Godfrey definitely deserved each other! They are a fun pair of war criminals! Marika trusts him a lot for sure! I think it was not just by being impressed by his power and fierceness as it is, but maybe something sadder, though? After learning the Shaman Village lore, I can't help but feel that she'd seek a very big and strong person capable of crashing her enemies FOR her on instinctive level. Because that terrified, defenceless girl is still somewhere deep inside.. Even past the point she herself can wield a hammer JUST fine! SHE was the one who killed Fell God, not him! :p I think he understood that and saw it not as being a tool, but on the contrary, felt honored that he could be of support.

^^^ At the same time, this line made me wonder whether Marika divested him and his warriors of grace for his sake, sort of? Even with Serosh on his back, he still values a good battle and power! I think their relationship were held on battles! When there is no enemy for them to defeat, or in most cases, for him to defeat for her sake, he would just start to wither. Passion between them likely was low when he hadn't defeated anyone recently! :p She was bitter about it, maybe thought a bit lower of him seeing that he is physically incapable of enjoying life without a good battle and her love is not enough, but knew it would be better for him and group he created to at least fight elsewhere rather than just be Standing There while things are alright!

It feels to me like relationship that can only blossom under certain circumstances, even if for an unhappy reason! They might even have conflicts; her being appalled at a person that doesn't wish peace, as someone who went through hell and wished nothing more than that, and him being weirded out at how someone wishes to stagnate when to live is to ever assert yourself. And this is valid! Conflict is healthy! Their issues meet one another the right way!

nOTP:

Again: I will know it when I see it! She makes every ship interesting and fun, it seems! ....all 3.5 ships with her that even exist lol fdhjfhd

Random headcanon:

I know that Radagon studied incantations, but I do not think these are actually his! Marika is a NERD! Her bedchamber is FULL of scrolls and scripted stone plates! She likes to study... and to preserve!

These plates and scrolls are the same that are found in Specimen Storehouse. I do not think that they are strictly connected with the research on how to recover Shamans from the jars; if anything, you'd think she gave up on it long ago, especially since Shadow Realm was severed from the Lands Between. But they are valuable knowledge and history!

I am just trying to say, she is the type to keep remnants of culture and history, including which she was responsible for destruction of. There are tanks and shields modelled after Fire Giants so people still remember the fear that evaded them, but I also think that Stormveil had Godskins' Prayerbook in it because Godrick stole it from Leyendell! Marika still preserves history, Messmer' Fire Knights still preserve history.... yeahhh, Messmer is an odd one out wishing to just burn everything down. -_-

Unpopular opinion:

I do love to compare her with Gwyn, however? The takes like "Marika is so complex and morally grey and well-written whereas Gwyn just likes genocide" AND the takes like "it is funny how Marika is just Gwyn but so much more evil and worse in every way" irritate me a bit! When they're not in a joke way! They are both very well-written, both wished for a better world yet built it on blood, both feared fire/darkness respectively, both ended up doing more harm than good despite noble intentions, and although with different purpose, both sacrificed themselves!

....and both fall for either idealisation or demonisation. As well as one being hyped above another. "Oh Gwyn was such a great character, Marika is just a bleak copy, Fromslop can never repeat the former success" vs "Oh Marika is such a huge improvement in writing, Gwyn was really bland in comparison, really just a draft for actually good character in the future".... 🤦‍♂️ Let's NOT pit the bad bitches against each other any more!!

Song I associate with them:

(It is on German, so version with English lyrics!)

Favorite picture of them:

Aside of @val-of-the-north absolutely horrible drawn memes featuring her that had me floored and screaming like a seagull ( x ) ( x ), it is this image??

I don't know who made this meme, I just had it saved somewhere and it makes me laugh so much because yes, this is exactly what playing ER is like hfdhfdshdfs

[stanfordsweater]

what are your favorite wincest episodes

hehehe

in chronological order rather than in order of preference:

dead in the water -- i really latched on to this one as a kid and so it still holds a big piece of my heart. i love the slow aching reveal of how traumatized dean is, all with sam right there watching. i will always be preoccupied with the times where dean get peeled back and exposed all vulnerable

what is and what should never be -- another great vulnerable dean episode, i loved the insight we get into his thoughts on sam, more specifically how clear it is that his self-hatred clouds his understanding of sam's motivations and why he sticks around with dean beyond "the job." it helps that sam looks so unbearably sexy in dean's perfect world created from his most desperate desires and deepest insecurities. i want to connect this one with DSOTM, but that ep didn't make the list because season five is PAINFUL and i hate watching it 😭

metamorphosis -- kind of out of left field, but this episode is a great example of how their relationship is breaking down in season four. dean punching sam and sam just taking it and keeping his chin up is such a gut-punch + sam's reaction to the reveal that they angels are watching out for him, for all the worst reasons, while dean is getting closer to them himself... you also get sam's desperation to save dean, to be something good, and his despair and teeth-grinding resolve to stop using into his powers... which only lasts so long. TENSION. delicious.

swan song -- AGONY.

i love so much about carver era, but to whittle it down:

there's a lot of aspects i love about season 8 spread across a number of episodes, like the way dean is just freaking out and trying to protect sam in the great escapist, the tension cas and more immediately benny brings to their relationship, the attempts to reconnect and the feeling that they might actually work through it this time, even with all the jealousy, but every time you think they're about to work it out something else gets worse-- it's really fun. i don't think any individual episode makes this list but they all get honourable mention.

i think i'm gonna like it here & road trip -- double feature because of the way dean's decision comes home to roost. dean's absolute despair in 9x01, it's SO wild and hurts my heart, the way you can understand exactly how they've ended up here, the betrayal, dean's guilt but the lack of apologies, sam's righteous anger and his deep-down buried soul-rending shame... i want to drink it all up with a straw, i'm obsessed. sam is in fine fucking form in road trip. he's NOT BUDGING and it's so good. also he looks fine as fuck and you know dean is burning inside. all of it leading directly to my favourite death scene in the entire show at the end of season nine. fabulous.

safe house -- this one is just a fun reprieve from all the angst of the seasons before, where sam and dean are working a case and making fun of each other and spending hours across from each other in a motel room at a table too small for them and not getting sick of each other. there's also the end scene where sam is so pleased that dean was haunted by visions of him dead <3 affirmations with the winchester brothers!

carry on -- i know many finale haters and i understand their points, but i was so shocked that the show remembered what it was about and delivered us that beautiful monologue and the forehead touch and the heaven reunion, all wrapped up in sam finally having the life he had wanted in a way he would hate. it's poetic and it finally resolves that last lingering question that allows him to actually enjoy heaven, and the final piece dean needs to not feel like a monster for "failing" to provide sam with the apple-pie life. jared has this interview from season eight where he says that sam carries that resentment over being dragged back into hunting with him, and while it's not rational-- ultimately he was not dragged, he made his choice in an impossible situation, manipulated by outside forces-- i really loved that the finale actually gave us (and dean) absolution for this last desire of sam's. i don't know.

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Reveals are here for @hd-erised and I can now claim my fic for @lumosatnight. I absolutely loved writing this story and had the most fabulous prompts to play with which made me so giddy on receiving my assignment. Thank you to the wonderful mods with a particular "thank you" to @gracerene for also beta reading my work and making it immeasurably better. You are a wonderful friend and I so appreciate that you have beta read my Erised fics every year alongside all your modly duties! You're a star.

The Unplottable Time Conundrum

Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, E

When the past starts bleeding into the present at Grimmauld Place, an old academic article pulls Draco Malfoy out of his life of luxury. Haunted by the memory of a fleeting post-war kiss and thrust into the ghostly spaces inhabited by Unspeakable Harry Potter, Draco’s easy life is about to get a whole lot more complicated.

By the time he knocks impatiently on the door to Grimmauld Place, Draco is even more infuriated. How typical that it would be Potter thrusting him headfirst into a dusty haunted house for the foreseeable future. “This is an absolute farce.” Draco pushes his way past Harry when he opens the door, dumping his cases on the floor with a huff. “An absolute farce.” “Is this how you treat all your lovers?” Harry closes the door and leans against the wall, watching Draco. “Just out of curiosity.” Draco splutters with indignation. “You’re not my lover. You’re my…ugh.” “I see.” Harry tries (badly) not to laugh. “I’ve never been someone’s ugh before. Does it come with any special perks?”

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