#witch allegations truly

[octaviasdread]

The Tortured Poets Department, The Manuscript edn.

she’s here <3

and not only does ttpd have the prettiest lyric book, but there’s an intro POEM by STEVIE NICKS and a summary poem from taylor?!

[crimeronan]

there's ALSO hilarity potential in the princess luz AU w amity being like "okay. so he's your cousin on a technicality but like barely acts like your cousin and is basically your brother but you don't call him your brother and you guys are a lot weirder and clingier than i've ever been with my siblings but you're also definitely not lovers so what..... what DO you call him" and luz being like "he's just hunter :) he's my special little guy :)" while hunter, who's been listening to and watching this entire exchange bc he's around luz All The Fucking Time, is like [inb4 amity can say it herself] "i'm her pet dog. woof."

[pixelchills]

Okay, you anon on my inbox,

you said that some followers of mine have been disappointed in me for partaking in the tsams harassment document, since I am a creator a lot of people look up to. I am not answering the ask itself because it has a blog mentioned, but I will answer your worries about the situation the best I can.

I am not going to talk about the drama itself since I have retained myself from discussing and spinning things any further about the situation.

But those of you who are mad at me for being part of the document; please at least read my part of it, if you haven't already.

The document was made as an archive for the victims of that hate blog (biased-tsams-confessions). Every screenshotted post on the document is available publicly, and all I did was allow my content and posts about the situation to be used in the document.

I was an unnecessary victim of the hate blog. Had no one name-dropped me in that blog and caused me to get anons and not-anons harass me and claim that I was one of the people sending minors gore, I would not have needed to publicly talk about anything relating to the drama. I would not be in the document if I wasn't a victim of being wrongly assumed to support NSFW being sent to minors. Which is a heavy allegation.

The document is not about the gore anon victims. It's about the victims of the witch hunt that people caused by starting to blame innocent people for being or supporting the gore anons.

I am not asking myself to be removed from the document. I am there as a victim. The other people in the document, as well as their actions, have nothing to do with me, or my part in this, other than them being my friends/mutuals in the fandom, and victims of the same hate blog and witch hunt. If some of them have answered or reacted aggressively to something regarding the situation, it is on them. It is not my job to decide what my friends/mutuals are allowed to answer or do.

During this whole time, I have kept saying over and over that people should just block and move on and ignore and not vague about each other, but I cannot control other people besides myself.

I do not support harassment of any kind. But I am also not going to be silent for being a victim. Even if I was just a small misstep for the hate blog, I was still targeted because of them. I was truly ready to just forgive them and put it all behind me, if their reply to my request to apologise to me publicly hadn’t been so aggressive, and they hadn’t targeted another innocent person later (Z). The mod responding to my dm said I was manipulating them, and that they didn't believe me. So their posted apology wasn't genuine, it was just them trying to save themselves from me exposing them.

If you think I should've not allowed my posts to be part of the document then I want to ask you this:

Should a victim be quiet about being harassed just because the other harassed people have said or done something you disagree with?

Again, what I had to deal with was very small compared to some of the other people the hate blog targeted, but even a small victim is a victim if they gained harm from it.

As what comes to the document: I did not write it, nor did I read it until it was publicly shared. All I did was give my permission to use my posts in it.

I was aware that the doc included names of the people who have also participated in or supported the harassment by the hate blog or shattered. 

I did not find the list of supporters necessary to include, and I told the others this. The list has recently been removed by the owner of the document after new information has come to light. I know this will not erase the fact the names were there.

I am not making statements about the harassment supporters mentioned in the doc, because I am not going to dig up if they should be there or not. I have spent too much time on this drama publicly already, when all I wanted to do was ignore it and let my friends vent their frustration to me privately if needed.

Despite the situation being what it is, I have wanted to stay neutral in it, besides the hate blog which is the sole reason I had to pipe up in the first place. I have been keeping my stance neutral between the two groups. I have not blocked anyone from either side (except the hate blog), and I have no hard feelings towards my friends, or my followers who are disagreeing with each other.

If you want me to apologise for being part of the document, I'm sorry but I can't. It's the same as saying "I'm sorry I talked about being harassed."

If you still feel like you're personally affected by my involvement in this, or you are a follower of mine getting harassed because of this document, please DM me and I'll try to help you out the best I can.

The blogs mentioned in the document have not been actively harassing me, and those who did take part in smearing my name I will not name, because I genuinely think they realised their mistake (unlike the hate blog) and understood that I have nothing to do with the gore anons nor do I believe they were a hoax.

[shslbunnylover]

★★★𝙎𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝'𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙨 (𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙮 31: 𝘾𝙤𝙨𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮)★★★

Character: Melissa Schemmenti

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta @lilfartbox1 @marvels--slut

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): Dom/sub dynamics, breast and slight nipple play, clitoral stimulation, eating out, swearing,

Genre: Smut

A/n: Have a Happy Halloween everyone! Thanks for all the support on my first kinktober!! Also no we will not talk about the current state of my hands-

Word count: 3.0k

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"What has gotten into all of you guys?" You exclaimed, dropping the pencil that you had been using to teach the kids that day's art lesson.

The kids were off the walls, and you could hear the kids from the other classes all across the school, you were so incredibly confused about what had suddenly happened.

You were good at keeping them well behaved, they truly did respect you...well...as much as a student can respect a new teacher.

The screams and squeals of the kids in your classroom were ear-piercing, leaving you to cover your ears as you tried to figure out what had gotten the kids all riled up.

Quickly running over to a group of kids, you noticed a bunch of candy wrappers all around the desks, making you stop in your place.

"Oh, crap..." You muttered, opening the door to your classroom to see if you could get some help, only to be bombarded by a bunch of kids, knocking you off your feet.

You flinched as you stumbled backward, only to be caught by a pair of red-gloved hands.

"You okay, hon?" Melissa asked with a concerned look, occasionally glancing over at the kids who were now running around everywhere.

You nod, incredibly flustered at the fact that her boobs were so close to your face thanks to the nature of her scarlet witch costume.

"Yeah...T-Thanks Melissa..." You muttered, looking down at your Ai Hoshino costume with a nervous smile as you stood up, blushing even more as you felt the redhead's protective arm wrap around your waist to keep you from falling again.

"No problem," She replied finally letting you go once all the kids had poured out into the entrance hallway.

You quickly ran over to the rest of your teacher friends, your skirt bouncing up and down the more you ran, leaving Melissa to get a slight view of your ass, leaving her blushing softly as she walked up to the group.

"What the hell is happening?" Ava exclaimed, looking at all the kids with wide eyes.

"They got into the candy! That's what happened!" Mr. Johnson exclaimed, walking over to the group of you. "Little miss witch over here was too absorbed in that damn phone, the kids stole the candy!"

"Alleged phone, alleged candy!" Ashley defended herself as Melissa shot a glare in her direction.

"Oh my god Ashley you dumbass..." You cursed, rubbing the bridge of your nose as you looked over at Melissa, who quickly wrapped her arm around you once again, leaving Ava to raise an eyebrow.

"Look there is no way we can teach the kids while they're like this!" Barbara exclaimed, dodging another running kid.

"I agree with Barb," Melissa replied, "But how are we going to get these kids to be in one place at the same time where they can get their energy out?"

"Yeah, it's raining out so they can't go outside," Jacob added before Ava spoke up.

"Hey! Little gremlins!" Ava exclaimed, "Free recess in the gym!!"

All of the kids stopped in their tracks, running quickly over to the gym, leaving the nine of you to follow suit and strip them of the candy so they wouldn't get even more riled up.

As you and the older redhead patted down your first batch of the sugar-crazed students, you looked over at her, still unsure about how to do it properly.

"Mel?" You ask meekly, nervous about asking her. "C-Could you help?"

"Of course hon," She replied, taking your hands in hers as she guided you, leaving you a blushing mess.

"Ah...Thank you, Mel..." You mumbled, looking off to the side as you could feel the dampness in between your thighs increasing.

"Alright, I think that's the last of them," Melissa sighed in relief, looking at you as she pushed the kid into the gym, sliding the candy into a pile with her foot.

"Now what are we going to do with all this candy?" You asked,

"Oh! I have a human si- I mean...A safe bigger than a breadbox in my classroom," The redhead replied, side-eyeing the camera and blushing as you giggled endearingly at her slip-up.

"Girl, can I use that? I've been looking for a safe place to keep my other safes," Ava asked, brushing her cape off to the side.

Ignoring her question, Melissa spoke once again.

"Alright, Jacob, Barbara, Ava, and Y/n, come with me. Janine and Gregory, you stay here and make sure they don't escape,"

You all nod simultaneously, quickly making your way to Melissa's classroom.

"Say, where did Ashley go?" You pondered out loud, continuing to walk quickly to not waste any time.

"She left after you guys began patting down the kids for the candy, apparently she doesn't do well in stressful environments," One of the cameramen who was following your group replied.

"She apparently doesn't do well with anything," You and Melissa retorted simultaneously, causing you to tilt your head away to hide your now flaming-red cheeks.

"I'll stay with Ava," You added, watching as Ava grabbed a dodgeball before throwing at a kid.

"You sure hon?" Melissa questioned, trying to hide her obvious soft spot for you to the best of her abilities.

You nodded, looking away from her costume as you felt all of the moisture from your mouth fall to your core at the mere sight of her large breasts being caged in that tight red costume.

"Alright, we'll see you later," Barbara nodded, waving to the two of you as the group left to go find baby Thanos.

You stood in the gym for a while, out of breath as sweat poured down your face, internally cursing yourself out for thinking that you could handle playing dodgeball with a bunch of sugar-hyped kids.

You thought it was a good idea at the time, but it wasn't.

"Ava!" You exclaimed, shooting your leg up in the air as you saw a dodgeball hurling straight at her head, causing the ball to hit the ceiling before falling into your hand. "Pay attention! We can't tire these kids out if you get knocked out!" You groaned, throwing the ball quickly at one of the kids.

"Whatever!" Ava replied, throwing another ball as she looked at you, then back at the students, noticing them starting to become tuckered out. "I'm pretty sure we've already done it!"

Watching the last kid finally tire himself out, you took a sigh of relief.

"Finally, you mumbled, fiddling with your dress as you took another deep breath, turning around when you heard the voices of your teachers returning.

"Hey- Oh dear, what happened to your faces?" Barbara asked worriedly, noticing Ava's lack of an eye contact and smudged makeup, along with your lack of a wig.

"I did my job is what happened to my face," Ava replied, bouncing the dodgeball onto the ground before it returned to her hands once more.

Melissa quickly walked over to you, taking your chin in her left hand in concern, making you dart away to avoid her gaze yet again.

"Hon? Are you okay?" She asked, the position she had you in leaving you incredibly flustered as she continued to worry over you.

"Mhm..." You mumbled, still slightly tired from the running, but mainly just flustered.

"Did you guys find baby Thanos?" Ava asked,

"No, we came back to see if he retreated here," Janine shook her head.

"Excuse me? Adults?"

Still keeping a hand on your chin and waist, Melissa turned around to face one of the students, who had brought baby Thanos back into the gym.

"Chad! You found baby Thanos! How!?" Janine exclaimed, grabbing the candy thief by his shoulder so he wouldn't leave.

"I just followed the trash," Chad replied, smiling at his amazing impression of Mr. Johnson.

You chuckled softly, making Melissa turn around to face you once more, leaving you to look away the moment her beautiful green eyes made contact with yours.

Raising an eyebrow, Melissa pulled you in, whispering in a slightly husky yet incredibly seductive voice.

"My class. After school. Don't be late," She muttered, watching with amusement as your cheeks flared up with blush.

"So? Wanna tell me why those pretty little cheeks of yours have been so red today? Or maybe about how you haven't been able to look at me for more than a second?" Melissa smirked, shutting the door behind you, chuckling as she gazed upon you leaning on her desk, your pink tights highlighting your beautiful legs.

You shake your head, not wanting to even think about glancing at her beautiful costume that accentuated her beautiful curves.

"My cheeks have not been red," You tried to protest, a squeak from your lips cutting you off as the redhead walked over to you and placed her hands under your thighs.

"Are you sure about that? Because I think...just maybe...that my costume has something to do with it~" She teased, leaning into you so it was almost unavoidable to see her breasts and perfect cleavage.

"I-I-!" You mewled in surprise, beginning to apologize almost immediately. "I apologize! I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable! You just looked so pretty!" You confessed, looking the older woman in the eyes as yours filled with worried tears.

"Oh, princess...You're so cute when you're all flustered," The redhead commented, brushing off your apology as if she didn't care about how flustered you had become over her costume.

Shaking slightly, your hand wrapped around her wrist, your other hand pulling her body onto yours as the two of you began to make out, your lips intertwining in a perfect embrace.

When you finally separated your mouths, your lips tasting that of each other as you both licked them clean, tasting the other once more.

"Fuck hon... You're good at that, you know?" Melissa smirked before kissing you once again, her hand falling to your breasts, pulling slightly at your clothed nipple to hear any sort of sexual sound released from your perfect lips.

You could only whine in response, a tiny gasp escaping your lips as the feeling of your dress being unzipped slightly left a single gust of cold air to brush over your back.

"Is this okay?" The older woman asked, pulling her expression from a more teasing and slyer one to a more considerate and loving one, even though her speech before was still filled with love and adoration for you.

You nodded, your mouth only allowing for you to release a needy whimper as you watched your dress pool at your waste, throwing your head back as Melissa pressed her lips against your nipple and swirled her tongue over the nub.

"Mmmm~ Fuck...Melissa..." You moaned, covering your mouth slightly with your hand as she continued to pleasure you on top of the desk, holding your hand down with hers so you both could remain in this position.

Her mouth continued to pleasure your breast, making you moan viciously as she nibbled at the sensitive tip of your tit.

"Your tits taste so good," Melissa hummed in contentment, looking up at you for consent before fully sliding off your dress, watching the pink fabric fall to your feet as she got down on her knees.

"Please...I need you inside of me," You whimpered, bucking your hips just a little bit as you felt the redhead sink her head between your thighs, slowly licking strides onto your dampened sex before beginning to toy with your clit.

The feeling made your head fall back, your hand tucking itself into her hair as you moaned.

"M-Melissa...Please...Please let me touch you," You whimpered, not wanting to be the only one receiving pleasure.

"Don't worry hon, we can take care of that later~" The redhead chuckled before sliding her tongue inside of you, your legs shaking at the sudden new feeling.

You were overwhelmed with the pleasure of the penetration. Her tongue was highly skilled, even with her lack of being with a woman in at least a whole decade, and she seemed to know all the right spots and rhythms to make you see stars. Her fingers stroked your clit with more pressure now, making you shake and moan uncontrollably. it was almost too much. You wanted to scream, but you could only produce lewd little whimpers and mewls that only made the wetness in Melissa's underwear increase.

With her free hand, she reached up and pressed softly on your nipples, punching the hardened nub in between her fingers. Between that, the punishing thrusts from her tongue, and the hot pressure on your clit, you couldn't hold the knot in your stomach together anymore.

"Please..." You begged her once again, your thighs clenching around her head as your legs rested on her back, your eyes fluttering shut as you began to feel your orgasm approaching your body like a tsunami.

Pulling her tongue away from your folds, Melissa looked up at you with passion and smugness as she began to speak, her fingers now working harder thanks to the more focus she had put on them.

"Already~?" Melissa asked teasingly, her smirk softening as she looked up at you, watching just how needy you truly were. "Then go ahead...cum for me," She smirked once again, placing her tongue back on your sensitive and heated core as she closed her eyes, working her magic once more.

The sensations overwhelmed you. The world went blank, and all you could feel was the warmth of your orgasm and Melissa's touch as she fucked you into pure submission.

Once you had been brought out of your blissed-out high, you looked down at Melissa, who was currently licking your thighs clean of cum before looking up to meet you.

"You liked that hm?" The redhead chuckled, standing up to dominate you in height as you were leaning down and back on the desk.

You nodded, smirking as you took a deep breath to fully retreat from your post-orgasm clarity.

"Yeah, one could say that tongue is one of your secret superpowers...wouldn't you say, Scarlet witch?" You teased, a soft blush scattering across your cheeks as you felt your body being pressed up against Melissa's once again.

"And I'd say you put on quite a performance...didn't you? Miss Hoshino?" Melissa smirked, looking at you with eyes of both love and lust. "Why don't you come back to my place, and we could have some dinner together?"

You nodded, kissing her on the lips once more.

"Yeah, I think that's a good idea~"

Let's just say you definitely wouldn't be able to do any trick or treating that night with the aftermath of your little dinner session.

[thebardbullseye]

www ep 32 spoilers // mini essay below

goddamnit @worldsbeyondpod you can't keep doing this to me

there has been, not quite a burning question, but rather a smoldering one, since the conclusion of arc 1:

How did Morrow build that derrick?

this question raises several other questions/points (outlined in more detail below the gif):

Has Steel truly been the BBEG all along?

Um, why should we believe Tefmet?

How do you verify this information?

We're on top of the world! It's WitchCon(clave) baby and we got decisions to make now that Ame's not dead!!

Tefmet poured some gasoline and the spark is ✨quest fever✨

Who could possibly dissent given this testimony?

How did Morrow stumble upon some of the greatest conjurative and abjurative magic (per Tefmet) the world of Umora has ever seen --on his own-- in dinky little Port Talon-- at the edges of the empire?

and not an archmage (or one's apprentice) of the citadel, no no. a guild mage who isn't even namecloaked. flunked the citadel.

did he build the derrick all on his own with the misappropriated funds from guild mage Pane? it probably helped, but i doubt he invented the technology himself.

of course, i could put up red string as to how steel was secretly funding the derrick or knew about it already or was never going to free Naram or killed suvi's parents and stole the technology (as i'm sure many already have-- joking). and i could paint the citadel as the truly evil villains we all know them to be (mwuahahahahaha). but I'd like to be the devil's *cough* Citadel's advocate for a moment here:

Why should we believe Tefmet?

how do we know what they are saying is true?

they are in direct opposition to the citadel, and like it or not, citadel magic just saved Ame's station, and we wouldn't even be hearing their presentation if not for their (Suvi's) intercession. moreover, they are part of Indri's retinue, aka the witch who just attempted to destroy her.

they bring objects that they purport to be of great magical significance and paint a circumstantial picture of the citadel (implied at-large) to be abusing magic to the point of 1) creating NEW "spirits" not of the spirit world??? 2) destroying a magical artifact of such great significance to their enemies in Gaothmai as part of an (alleged) attempt to bring forth a great spirit??? and 3) focusing discs that were last seen by our heroes to have bound and wounded a great spirit???

further, how would you verify it at the north pole? Tefmet speaks of protection from scrying, so surely even the witch of the wind and stars herself cannot verify it from her library.

and, apart from the discs which were identified on sight, how do you verify or fact check these artifacts against the source, where the other wizards (who just might have An Opinion on this) have been dismissed or retreated to the skyship?

So, with all of that in mind, what happens next?

in case you're just joining us, welcome to witch-con(clave)! the witches are in conclave and are, if not magically required, then at least magically incentivized, to make decisions based on discussions and debates held during said conclave. Tefmet starts by announcing a window is closing and urging swift action.

Tefmet's allegations are gleaned from reading between the lines of the citadel's activities, their footprint. even if they are presenting in good faith and only with the most robust evidence, this is only part of the story.

and, to read between the lines of This Presentation, they speak calmly, but-

it pushes ALL the quest fever buttons. urgency. a ticking clock. a closing window. threat to magic itself. honor and duty and deference and reverence to spirits. and to the in between-- to the greater binding. an abomination. rebel against the empire. reject control. stop the (bad) wizards. end the citadel. it's happening too fast-- no, it's been happening too fast.*

Suvi Sky is not here. Pane burned the evidence. Tefmet burned their notes.

Who could possibly dissent given this testimony?

oh. shit.

*it's been happening too fast-- meaning that the escalation of citadel magic/empire/etc has ramped up dramatically not just recently given these discoveries but also that wizardry didn't exist until 200 years ago-- and it is currently 1670.

[creature-wizard]

It's becoming increasingly obvious that more people need to know where these claims about alleged DID programming cults actually come from.

On the one hand, I feel like the work of far right weirdos Fritz Springmeier and Cisco Wheeler shouldn't have to be inflicted on anyone. On the other hand, it's increasingly obvious that more people, particularly those who are critical of conspiracy theories or consider themselves progressive in any sense, need to read their work to truly understand the origins of the DID programming cult conspiracy theory, and to familiarize themselves with just how absurd and hateful it all is, in order to more effectively counter the claims of people who claim DID programming cults are real.

If anyone actually wants to dive into their books to learn more about where this whole mythology about DID programming cults comes from (and just how much harmful pseudoscience it actually entails) the titles are:

They Know Not What They Do: Illustrated Guide To Monarch Programming Mind Control

The Illuminati Formula Used to Create an Undetectable Total Mind Control Slave

Deeper Insights Into The Illuminati Formula

Also, it's not just blood libel that's at play here. This whole thing includes a bunch of conspiracy theories tracing back to The Protocols of the Learned Elders of Zion, the European witch hunts in general, and 19th century conspiracy theorist Alexander Hislop.

(Warning: these books do contain a lot of potentially triggering content, given that they talk about tortures and abuses of all kinds. Plus there's just a constant stream of bigotry toward anyone who isn't a Proper Conservative Protestant Christian. I also don't recommend them to anyone who has difficulty with unreality in general. Only read these books if you're sure that you're not going to be seriously harmed.)

For anyone who isn't aware: RAMCOA, which stands for "Ritual Abuse, Mind Control, & Organized Abuse" is not an innocent catch-all term for religious abuse, institutional abuse, sex trafficking, etc. It was coined by conspiracy theorists to try and make far right conspiracy theories sound respectable within legitimate psychiatry. For more information, see Cathy O'Brien - The First Project Monarch "Survivor" and Fritz Springmeier and Cisco Wheeler: Two Of The Most Dangerous Conspiracy Theorists Most People Have Never Heard Of.

[sepublic]

            Tbh not a fan of how some people are so obsessed with framing Belos as some sympathetic, tragic character on account of his parallels with Luz, that they basically rob him of any and all agency to reduce Philip to some mindless follower of his puritan community, even in their explicit absence while having the support of Caleb, whose opinion he should prioritize if it was truly about what others have told him. This woobified take of some superstitious dingus/helpless child who can’t make any decisions for himself feels infantilizing and at odds with how Belos is actually portrayed in the show.

         Plus, the whole argument of “That’s how it was back then” in order to justify or at least explain Philip’s bigotry feels rather hollow, because like. Not only does Caleb (who was also a child not much older) exist, but this rationale was used to justify a lot of historical people’s pro-slavery attitudes, because “it was just normal” back then, so surely we can’t judge these people by modern standards, right? Especially not to replace a Confederate statue, right?

         (For the record, I highly doubt people who use this logic in regards to Belos are intentional about this comparison, I don’t think they made this connection and still went with it anyway.)

         Except people back in the day DID call this behavior out, there were always people opposing it, hence the existence of a character like Caleb. And this is a point that’s being raised a lot in regards to this subject about judging people of the past with contemporary values. Abolitionists existed just plenty in the past, and it’s their work that led to this social change over time.

         Plus, the framing of Philip as some superstitious Puritan who genuinely believed in his church’s teachings about sin, and is legitimately concerned for people’s souls, indirectly presents him as only needing a good argument and evidence to change his mind. Except we see how Philip is a highly intelligent, calculating individual who can figure people out like it’s nothing, extremely observant and approaching his analysis of the Demon Realm with a professionalism bordering on the scientific method.

         That scene in For the Future, where he’s confronted by alleged ghosts? I think it’s meant to support what the Titan clarifies in the next episode; That Belos KNOWS he’s wrong, that he’s just lying about it. The problem isn’t that he needs to realize this, it’s that he already has, but won’t admit this to himself to change his behavior in response. I doubt Philip truly believes there’s a God expecting something of everyone. And remember Grom, when Luz says “You’re not coming from a place of intellectual honesty, so debating you would be pointless!”

         Jacob Hopkins strays close to the Dudebro image that Luz directs this line at; And we see how he’s not actually driven by reasoning, but by a delusional need to be the hero. And Jacob’s comparisons to Belos need not be stated; A lot of fascists AREN’T approaching from a place of actual logic that can thus be reasoned with, hence why punching them is a necessity.

         It’s not as if they’re just working with faulty evidence that they’ve drawn a misguided conclusion from; They come in with a predisposed ‘conclusion’ they’ve already decided on, and then look only for the evidence to support it. Which is ironic, given what I said about Philip appearing to be someone who would use the scientific method in his studies, but bias is bias. It’s like how other races being inferior was made up to justify slavery as an economic boon; Rather than people naturally assuming other races to be inferior, and THEN making slavery as a result of that conclusion.

         The bigotry is all an intentional excuse made to justify an ulterior, power-hungry motive; Why else does Thanks to Them frame other witch hunters as just making things up about their neighbors to seize their property? And remember when I compared King James I of historical infamy to Philip, speculating that his real-life book on witchcraft may have influenced Philip’s diary from a writing perspective, if not an in-universe one as well? A lot of people speculate James didn’t necessarily believe in witches as a threat to humanity; He just latched onto them as a scapegoat to legitimize his power. Because if the agents of Hell see you as a threat, doesn’t that suggest you as divinely ordained?

         And I think that ties into Philip’s shallow understanding of the Demon Realm; These people are inherently evil, so if they do anything to hate or oppose him, it’s because Philip is actually an agent of Good, a divine hero, and all of these demons are some magical hivemind that uniformly collaborate to prioritize opposing Good. He’s every bully who needles and harasses a minority, and acts vindicated when they DO lash out, as the creator of a self-fulfilling prophecy. 

        And while there’s a lot to be said about not feeding the beast, sometimes you just HAVE to defend yourself, and not care about proving your worth to someone who isn’t approaching from a place of good faith, whose approval is meaningless, especially if it comes at the risk or even cost of your own safety. Hence all this real life discussion of queers and other minorities not having to be palatable to deserve rights.

         In the end, I see Philip Wittebane as akin to Walter White, of Breaking Bad fame; I’m sure he DID legitimately care about his family, to an extent. But if it really was just about them, and not the cheap thrill of some power fantasy, he’d have accepted the help given to him, instead of going on this ridiculous quest to accumulate strength so he can become the Biggest, Baddest person who can crush his enemies.

        And in his constant pursuit of that high, what concern for his family and others he might’ve had withers away into nothing; Until the Titan’s summation of Philip as someone who only believes in his delusional need to be the hero doesn’t just make sense from her in-universe perspective, but as a description with implied authorial backing. Family? That was just an excuse, but at least Walter White had the guts to admit this aloud to someone else.

[shipwreckedwithcaptainmarrow]

Cover Reveal! - "Pirate Ghosts & Buried Treasures of the Northeast Coast: A Historical Assessment on Pirate Folklore" - Covering tales of the coasts from Maryland to Maine

Cover reveal! "Pirate Ghosts & Buried Treasures of the Northeast Coast: A Historical Assessment on Pirate Folklore" is the second book in my series of history books on the topic of pirate folklore. As with my first title, this book compiles all pirate-relevant claims of ghostly hauntings and buried treasure, both those well-known and very obscure, and relays the tales as they are known - but I also provide my own thoughts and discuss the validity of said claims and what truly happened in the area historically.

This book has been in progress for about 5 and a half years and was written largely during the same time period as my first title, but I've worked on it extensively throughout the last year to finish it up. The book covers the American states of Maryland (as the Southeast book concludes in Virginia) and expands up to the northernmost shores of Maine, detailing not only the piratical tales but covering the relevant superstitions of the New England area, the "Treasure Craze" that ensued among the public following the historical buried treasure of Captain William Kidd, and those of the northern coasts who found themselves caught up in it.

If the southeast coast is associated with Blackbeard, the northeast's pirate poster-child is Captain Kidd, but also expect to hear a good amount about Samuel Bellamy, Edward Low, and Dixie Bull. Combined with countless claims of witches, curses, superstitions, and religious claims largely inspired by New England's puritanical roots and Salem's association with black magic, many tales are very interesting. It provides a great look at how pirates (and their alleged treasure) was seen by the public throughout the ages, leading up to our modern day.

The book releases on September 18th on Amazon. However, I'll have more news regarding it in the coming weeks. In the meantime, I encourage you to share this with anyone you think might be interested! Suitable for any interested in Captain Kidd, folklore, spooky things, or those along the northern coasts interested in their pirate-relevant history!

Thank you so much everyone for the support surrounding my previous title, The Southeast Coast, and I'm excited to finally release this next collection of history.

[kohyuuu]

about me / writing info / masterlist 。. !

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- i go by koh (cuh-oh) / kohyu / kev or kevin !

—- the bolded are names that me and other people use mainly x

- non binary-masculine presenting! / any pronouns <3

- vietnamese-american xx

- panromantic / cupidromantic asexual

- minor !!

- an introvert !

🎀 🌙 🩵 !

—— (i know that it may not be possible to be cupid + pan but those are labels im generally comfortable with)

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my music taste!!

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k-pop:

— newjeans, txt (ult group) & seventeen / svt

——- i own three seventeen albums, and one txt album

albums / photocards i currently own!!

seventeen:

- bss second wind album

- attacca ep

- your choice (8th mini album)

txt:

- thursday’s child album

photocards:

- two (three) photocards of seungkwan (svt)

—- I LOST MY YOURS TRULY SEUNGKWAN PC AND IM ACTUALLY TWEAKING BRUHHHH 😭🙏

artists outside of k-pop:

- sabrina carpenter

- olivia rodrigo

- renee rapp

- wave to earth

- suggi

- tv room

- melanie martinez

—- im aware of the allegations against them, but i can’t let go of their music. i don’t listen to their music directly from their youtube channel or stream on any platforms so she can’t generate revenue, i’ve also never made any recent purchases on their albums, eps, and merchandise

—- i also only listen / watch full shows of their recent concert tour, the trilogy tour lol

- chappell roan

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my interests !

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- writing

- reading (depends on what i read tho)

- drawing / doodling

- playing video games

- being lazy 🤣

- overusing “x” or “xoxo” LMFAO sorry it’s fun to use

—- i’m not going to directly post my art here but ill let it shine through my writing works if there is art / drawings / doodles attached to them.

—- im insecure about my own shitty art and i don’t want anyone else to feel how i feel, plus i don’t like calling myself an artist x

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favorite games / movies / books !

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movies:

- m3gan (2022)

- matilda (1996 & 2022)

- barbie (2023)

- mean girls (2004 & 2024…? bro ion know how to feel about that one gang 😭🙏)

- wicked (2024)

- minecraft (2025)

—- y’all i’m planning to see that one in theaters so ill let y’all know how it is LOL

games:

- class of 09 trilogy (visual novel)

- roblox (w game 💪)

- minecraft (also a w game 💪)

- genshin impact

—- i actually left genshin in march 2023 but i might come back again x

- stardew valley

- splatoon trilogy (1, 2, & 3)

- who’s your daddy

- hello neighbor series

- octodad

- dead island duology (1 & 2)

—- i only finished dead island 2 once as dani and im playing it again as bruno !!

books / books i wanna read:

- percy jackson series by rick riordan

- hello universe by erin entrada kelly

- charlie & the chocolate factory by roald dahl

- matilda by roald dahl

- the witches by roald dahl

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writing information:

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my boundaries for writing:

- im never going to write smut, anything dirty or perverted simply because im not comfortable with it, so expect a lot of fluff and dating headcanons for my ocs x

- if any asks or requests for characters or franchises are made towards me, ill try to complete them if my motivation is up for it !

—- i can’t promise that i’ll respond to every ask / request but i’ll try to ! im going to make it clear that i’m a person just like you and i can’t do that many things at once. i may also not respond due to mental health, school, etc. but i’ll eventually get back to you! so please watch out for that xx

- ill try to attach a doodle or a drawing on my writing works! that also kinda depends on motivation and if im not feeling self-conscious about my art skills today LMAO

- because my blog is an x reader blog, im always going to make my reader androgynous. i won’t write for male or female readers specifically because i want my writing to be enjoyed by everyone xoxo

- all my ocs are written to be panromantic or biromantic!!

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masterlist:

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—- there will probably be a part 2 to this, so ill leave a link below to the second part of the masterlist if there ever is one LOL

⤷ school/real world ocs

・current ocs

[evita-shelby]

Mr. Chang

for @novashelby

Evie Shelby meets in 1929 the strange crush Tommy Shelby was most against of: Brilliant Chang

cw: mentions of child neglect, implied abuse, refrences to Brilliant Chang's alleged murder and death

takes place in the same universe as A Tale of Two Evies

She had seen him once, before her dad saved her from her.

He was from China; came to study and sell all these fine things they could never ever have unless they stole it. He had a restaurant and a shop with his uncles and acted like a gentleman, no, a prince.

Mr. Chang had smiled at Evie as he walked past, he had one of the waiters give her a tiny cake once. She had been so hungry she had wandered away from Cindy who had left her there to go with a man and pressed her face on the window.

Cindy never found out about that; the little cake had been gone by the time she came back with enough money to eat that day and Evie forgot about it until she saw Mr. Chang again.

I’d kill to have him, but he won’t go for gutter trash like us, Cindy had said once the finely dressed Chinaman was out of earshot.

But no matter what the woman had said, Evelyn Shelby would never forget Brilliant Chang as long as she lived.

She tried to see him again once, convinced Ada to take her to his restaurant in Regent Street, and had seen the back of his head when she leaned back on her chair far enough to see inside his private room. He hadn’t seen her or so she had thought, but the sponge cake had been given as a token of appreciation to Miss. Shelby and her niece.

Then he appeared in the newspapers and Evie Shelby joined the ranks of every girl in England obsessing over the man accused of murdering Freda Kempton.

He was innocent, she truly believed he had to be. Brilliant Chang was as he had been then, smartly dressed, charming and not a hair out of place.

Evie had collected every scrap about him, traded sweets and other small things for a better picture of him from the Chinese girls in her class. Martha was as obsessed about the case as she was, and one morning Finn ratted her out to her dad.

“There is no harm in it, Tom, it’s a harmless crush.” The witch came to her defense when he looked at her treasure trove. “It’s not like Chang is a pedophile, he’s a gangster just as you are.”

“You’re not helping, love.” Tommy Shelby pinched the bridge of his nose to stave off the headache this was giving him. “But fine, keep your clippings, Evie. Just stop asking Eva to see if he will win his case for the baby’s sake.”

She was to have a brother, Charles Absalom Shelby, and this new brother of hers made Eva’s card reading difficult for some reason. Evie had managed to get her to prove why she knew Brilliant Chang would be proven innocent yesterday only for the witch to lie down after from the headache it gave her.

Evie had apologized for that; she had forgotten Eva wasn’t supposed to be doing any witch business until the baby was born.

But it’s worth it when the newspapers are abuzz with his acquittal soon after and his exploits became less public as time went on. He had moved to Limehouse and while Eva could try to take her, Evie’s father found a way to stop it every single time.

Then in 1924 when he was sentenced to fourteen months of prison and deportation soon after, Evie had by then given up any chance at seeing him ever again and ask him if he remembered when he gave her that small cake that day.

That was until she saw him waiting to be received by her father and his brothers at the Garrison.

The papers had said he died in France or China a year ago and yet here he was dressed to the nines, impeccable as ever and walking into the Garrison like he owned the pub.

It is 1929, twelve years since she first saw him. Evie is no longer the little girl struggling to stay alive under Cindy’s care, she is the eldest daughter of Thomas Shelby MP and elder sister to three siblings and a fourth one on the way. She had a mother now, a real one and nothing like the woman who gave birth to her. One who always made sure to get her any tidbits on Brilliant Chang no matter how far away the newspaper is.

Evie hadn’t seen where she was going until she had quite literally run into him at the door. The apology had turned to a stutter and nervous giggling as she came face to face with the Prince Charming she’d seen from afar when she was seven years old.

“You must be Miss. Shelby.” He dusted himself off and did not introduce himself, why would he when he faked his death?

Evie is too starstruck to confirm his words and nods with a sudden shyness. She wants to ask him if he remembers her and yet she cannot speak out of the euphoria of finally meeting him.

“I see the street urchin has blossomed into a beautiful young woman.” He says that part in a quitter tone, as if he knew how much pain remembering her fucked up childhood with Cindy caused her. “If my business with your father goes well, perhaps you will indulge me by accepting my invitation for tea and cakes at a shop near here?”

The nineteen-year-old girl never gets to answer when other residents bustle through not caring they were talking still. Maybe she will take him up on the offer, once she’s recovered the ability to talk and breath and tell her best friend who she has just met.

[crimeronan]

An hc I would like to offer you as an addition to their impractical pile is that Hunter's chest is perfectly warm because of the galdorstone, and they joke about how Amity (aka mittens) is always hogging "it".

this is hilarious and adorable. amity is a cat attracted to the warmest object in any given space CONFIRMED.

[anika-ann]

🎃 - Ask a creator about a current project or WIP.

Niamh dear😍🥺 Thank you so much for asking 💕

Almost two months back (😭) I shared a peek at the sequel my witch!reader and knight!Steve fics... I believe I am due to for another!

The sequel "one-shot" will be in two parts, here's a peek at the first one:

He didn’t respond with words; and yet, the exasperation on his closest friend’s face told him he did not have to. Sir Barnes understood from Steven’s expression alone. He always had.

“Gods, Steven Grant of Rogers, of all stunts you could have pulled to get yourself hanged, you truly had to go and chose the most foolish one. My God- Steve…”

Most foolish one? echoed in Steven’s head, the words absurd. No. The most gorgeous one, the purest one, the most blessed, he allowed himself to muse. The most honourable one too, no? Love. Where was justice, if love, the purest emotions of all, was considered a crime? Did the new religious teachings not speak of love being kind, patient, knowing no dishonour and wrongs?

That was how he loved you. Wholly and entirely, kindly, patiently, even if passionately.

It was only then when Steven snapped from his haze and finally noticed a trace of hurt on Sir Barnes’ face when it occurred to him why Bucky had taken so long to respond. He was cross with Steven; but not as much for the alleged crime, but for having kept it a secret. Keeping you a secret; the one closest to his heart, his beloved, hidden from the one person he had always trusted with anything.

“I’m sorry, Bucky. No one could know. She’s-- she is too precious. I had to protect her,” he explained softly, urgently. “And I still do. I will, with your help or without it. But… please.”

Sir Barnes continued to regard him, stunned into silence still, expression unreadable.

Then, he shook his head; what might seem as disagreement however, Steve recognized as resignation. He had known Bucky for too long to not be able to decipher which shake of a head was a no and which was an expression of indignation and regret at his own choice of a best friend.

“Thank you, Bucky.”

🥰 Thank you again for pulling me into the game 💕

[nrilliree]

I haven't read F&B but I have read snippets here and there. Doesn't it say that whatever tricks alys had didn't work on Daemon. Then we have Aemond who somehow out of everyone at harrenhall picked up her, a woman who is basically even older than his mummy, which is just plain creepy, he is 18 with a woman in her mid forties or something. Not to mention Aemond's hatred of illegitimate kids, he wouldn't look twice at her. Not to mention his so called bastard child with her isn't even relevant, like no one believed it, i doubt there was one. it just seems like another way to say Aemond was even foolish enough to fall for her tricks when his uncle did not let anyone or anything affect him, the man he so wishes he could be like.

Aemond was twenty years old, and Alys was described as a woman who looked very young for her age, even if she was in her early forties. And the series suggests that Aemond has some preferences for "milfs", because the whore with whom he lost his virginity was not one of the youngest. It is not clearly stated that Alys was truly a witch or that she had any abilities beyond herbalism. The most insistent on this was Mushroom, who is the least reliable and trustworthy of the authors. It is not specified what tricks Alys may have used on Daemon, but they were most likely simple seduction attempts that Daemon was immune to due to his experience. He had experience with many women, not just whores, so it was much harder to turn his head than an inexperienced young boy like Aemond. A boy who delighted in his first (and only) "win" during the war, so he saw himself as someone who needed a "reward". Because that's how it's described in the book - that Aemond took Alys to his bed as a war prize. Maybe he was fascinated by her, maybe she was so beautiful, or maybe Aemond just liked milfs. Or he had an Oedipus complex and she reminded him of his mother. Or maybe her alleged magic really only worked on him because he was weak.

It was Mushroom who was the only one to suggest that Alys was using love potions to make not only Aemond but also Criston fall in love with her. Munkun and Septon Eustace disagree and believe that it didn't happen and that Aemond simply fell in love with Alys so much that he didn't want to be separated from her. Women during the occupation and danger often used this type of love tactics to save their own lives. Alys took advantage of this and wrapped the inexperienced Aemond around her finger.

Aemond claimed that Alys saw the future, but I think she just made him believe that she was more powerful than she really was. Maybe she also made him believe that she was pregnant by him. We don't know that. All we know is that Aemond is remembered as someone who allowed himself to be wrapped around the finger of the Strong bastard.

"A kinslayer and a milk cow" that's how they were nicely named ;P

[wastelandmoony]

Déjà Vécu: Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Eight : Foundation

Summary: Lupin can't draw.

Characters: Remus Lupin/Reader, Sirius Black/Reader (no use of y/n), James Potter, Petter Pettigrew, Regulus Black, Marlene McKinnon, Mary MacDonald, Lily Evans

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI

Déjà Vécu Masterlist

Companion Playlist

Read on AO3

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August 10th, 1976

Remus forgave Sirius over the summer. She wasn’t sure of the specifics, nor did she pry, but the four boys had apparently spent time together at Potter Manor and fought it out. James had invited her to visit, a few times actually, to which she politely declined each and every letter. She just couldn’t see Sirius. Though the incident had been months prior, the rage was still there, waiting just under the surface for her to break. She didn’t ask Remus why he had decided to speak to Sirius again, frankly she didn’t care, his reasons were his own. He had tried to explain parts of Sirius’ alleged reasoning behind the betrayal, calling it a “prank gone wrong”, but she shut him down quickly. There was no excuse for what he did, and the attempt to blame it on Sirius’ lingering trauma was a slap in the face after all of the time she had spent consoling and helping him heal from his family. The progress she thought they had made was for nothing. He had proven his parents right, he was truly the heir to the noble House of Black.

The summer was relaxing otherwise, and she was able to spend a lot of time with her parents, much to their elation. The three of them went on weekly excursions to museums and parks, soaking up culture and experiencing all that the muggle world had to offer. She hadn’t realized how much she’d missed it. In early August, they took a trip to the British Museum to see a new opening of a show on Impressionism. As her mother stood entranced by the pastel hued works, she snuck off to wander the halls. On one of the upper floors, there was a nearly deserted gallery dedicated to prints and drawings, and she almost sighed with relief at finally being away from crowds of people. 

Posting up on one of the slatted wooden benches, she pulled out her sketchbook and began to draw. When she finished a delicate rendition of a Circe print that had caught her eye, she tapped the book covertly with her wand, showing it to Remus. A few short moments later he replied in his normal scratchy handwriting.

She reminds me of you.

She bit back a laugh, scribbling a note back to him, How so?

A few moments lingered again.

Powerful sorceress, good with herbs and potions, loves to hang out with animals.

I’m a witch, not a sorceress, Remus.

She could practically hear his laughter through the paper, You’re splitting hairs, love.

He followed the message with a crudely drawn doodle of a wolf, a stag, a little rat, and a dog. At least...she assumed that’s what it was. 

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September 1st, 1976

For the first time in her Hogwarts career, she sat with Lily, Mary, and Marlene in their compartment on the way to school. She had spotted the boys on the platform upon arrival, offering a small wave to Remus, Peter, and James. When she had turned to follow Lily onto the train, James yelled for her, voice laden with confusion. He must’ve thought the summer would have tampered her feelings. She looked back to see Remus whispering in his ear, James nodding to her in understanding. 

Sirius stood behind them, watching her from afar.

During the feast that night, she ate amongst her fellow Hufflepuffs, the house that she loved and admired, but still did not feel quite at-home in. Across the Great Hall, her friends were laughing, and her heart began to break.

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September 24th, 1976

Remus was practically on his knees begging. So far, he’d harassed her at breakfast, in the corridor after her first class, and again at lunch. Now he was caging her between his arms against a pillar in the central hall, pleading with her to come to a party in Gryffindor Tower that night.

“Please, please, pleaseeeeee!” He whined, “Please don’t leave me alone with them.”

She sighed, “I said no, Remus.” 

“But it’s Peter’s birthday party, he’ll be upset if you’re not there.”

She cut him a look, “He’ll get over it, I promise.”

“Please,” he stooped down to her eye level, “I’m begging you. I’ll owe you for life. Just come with me to the party, you can stay by my side and I won’t even let Sirius near you.”

She almost winced at his name. 

“Remus…” She didn’t want to think about Sirius. Didn’t want to breathe the same air as him. Just seeing him in passing was like being stabbed in the gut repeatedly. She wasn’t sure if she could weather it. 

Remus’ eyes softened, “I know, I’m sorry. I just…I’ve missed you being around, and I know James and Pete have too. You can’t stay away from us forever, you’re an honorary Marauder.”

A laugh burst out of her mouth, “I’m sorry, a what?”

He smiled, “The Marauders. It’s the name we came up with over the summer at James’. Well, he came up with it, we all just went along when he wouldn’t stop saying it.”

“That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard,” she chuckled again.

Remus laughed too and hugged her, “I know it is, but you’re a part of it too. I need you, the boys need you. Please come tonight.”

She melted into his embrace, savoring the warmth that only seemed to radiate from Remus. 

“Fine,” she groaned, earning herself a squeeze and a kiss on the top of her head.

“Brilliant, I’ll see you at 9,” and Remus finally let go and shot her a satisfied wink before he ran off to class. 

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She’d been to so many Gryffindor parties that she couldn’t keep track, and each one had felt like a house party filled with her closest friends, no matter the occasion. Tonight though, she felt like she was walking into the lions den (no pun intended). The rhythm of her heart threatened to drown out the booming sound of The Ramones blaring through the common room. Even though it was Pete’s birthday party, Sirius had clearly commandeered the music selection.

She searched for Remus, finally landing on his shaggy brown hair sitting next to James near the fire. Pushing through bodies, she dropped between her two friends with a dramatic sigh.

“There she is!” James yelled, spilling some sort of amber liquid on the floor. He grabbed her face and kissed her cheek aggressively.

She laughed and shook him off, “Are you pissed?” 

James smiled, his eyes starting to become distant, “I’m gettin’ there.”

Remus leaned in to whisper in her ear “This is precisely why I needed you here. I can’t deal with all of them drunk off their asses.”

She let out another laugh as she noticed Lily stalking across the room towards the record player, stopping the needle abruptly.

The loud shout from the other side of the common room could only be one person. 

“Oi! Evans! What’re you doing!” Sirius grabbed the record from her hands like a precious jewel. 

Lily pulled out another album, flashing him a wicked smile, “I’m trying to liven up this party with some dancing.” 

When the needle hit, Abba began to play, leading to a loud shriek from a few girls around the party, including herself and Mary. Lily met her eyes from across the room and held out an inviting hand.

She paused for a minute, knowing that Sirius was within earshot, knowing he would be watching.

Fuck it.

She leapt up and grabbed Lily’s hand, the two of them spinning and moving to Waterloo. Mary and Marlene flanked them, the latter dragging Dorcas along and coercing her to join in. She forgot about the party, forgot about the room entirely, and most importantly, she forgot about Sirius. All she knew was her friends dancing beside her, laughing and smiling. She briefly locked eyes with Peter, standing behind the couch and laughing along to their dancing. Wiggling her fingers in his direction she called to him, “C’mon birthday boy, dance with me!” Pete beamed and spun her around, falling into step easily. He was a particularly good dancer, much to her surprise.

“How’d you get so good at this?” she said over the music. Pete spun her wide, pulling back to have her pressed to his chest as they swayed. 

“Perks of growing up with an older sister, I suppose,” he laughed into her ear.

She smiled, the first genuine one she’d had in a while.

“I’m glad you came tonight,” Pete said quietly, “I’ve missed you, it’s been weird not having you around.”

She reached up and scratched his head fondly. Pete leaned down and kissed her cheek, finally giving her one last twirl. As the music faded and the room stopped spinning, her eyes landed on Sirius holed up in a corner of the room, tossing back what she knew wasn’t his first firewhisky. His eyes never left hers as the glass drained down his throat.

When the next song began to play, she sat back beside Remus, out of breath but feeling rejuvenated. James had gotten up and was now talking to Lily, who it seemed had finally begun speaking to him again, a small blush creeping up her freckled face.

Remus put his arm around her, “It’s good to see you smile again.”

She leaned her head on his shoulder, listening as a few 3rd years began to sing along to Sitting In The Palmtree, and relaxed.

———

If James Potter was one thing, he was a man of his word; and that man was good and truly pissed within the first hour of her being at the party. Her and Remus watched him from the window, dancing and singing atop a table to Elton John. 

“He’s actually not bad,” Remus mused, fishing a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He held one out, which she accepted as they both watched James spin around, using a bottle as a microphone.

She hummed as Remus lit both cigarettes, propping open the window to blow smoke out into the cold air. 

“So,” He took a drag and side-eyed her, “are you happy you came?”

She flicked at the filter, not wanting to give Remus the satisfaction of being right. 

“Yes…” she mumbled, taking another drag and refusing to look at him. 

She heard him laugh quietly beside her, leaning over to kiss her head, “I’m glad. I want things to go back to normal.” 

She sighed a trail of smoke, the tendrils curling around her face as she stared out into the night. “I’m not sure if it can, Moony. Maybe it can get better, but it can’t be like it was.” 

Remus didn’t push her, just stood in companionable silence as they watched the stars. She tossed her cigarette butt out the window, the embers dancing in the breeze. 

“It’s fuckin’ freezing,” She rubbed her arms, “Mind if I borrow one of your jumpers?”

Remus took a final pull of his cigarette and nodded, “Go ahead, you know where they are, top drawer.” He motioned towards the boys dorm. 

She weaved through the (now mostly drunk) partygoers, grabbing Lily once to twirl her around before heading up the stairs to the boys bedroom. The sound of people at the top of the spiral staircase made her cringe, she didn’t feel like walking through two horny 4th years trying to get off in the solitude of the upper levels. As she turned the corner to the top landing, she came face to face with a pretty blonde entangled with a dark haired boy. The girls’ hands were fumbling with his pants as he moved to kiss up her neck sloppily. Even from across the landing she could tell both of them were completely drunk. 

“Can you two have intercourse somewhere else? Maybe somewhere more private?” She called, moving towards the dormitory door.

The boy looked up and she froze. Sirius’s blue eyes shot through her and for a moment, she couldn’t breathe. For what felt like an eternity, he stared at her, and she could have sworn something like longing flickered behind his drunken gaze. As quickly as she saw it, it was gone, replaced by a smug expression that she had seen Regulus wear too many times to count. 

“C’mon Em,” he slurred, “Let’s go to my room.”

“You can at least wait until I leave, you know,” she shot at him, surprising even herself. 

Sirius turned around slightly as he opened the dormitory door, “What’re you even doing up here?” His voice was cold, and it shook her to the core. 

“Remus said I could borrow one of his jumpers,” she muttered, suddenly feeling so small under his scrutiny. 

Without another word, Sirius dragged the blonde girl into the dormitory, collapsing onto his bed. The girl climbed on top of him and they resumed the exploration of each other’s mouths. 

The last thing she wanted was to be seen as weak, let alone by Sirius fucking Black of all people. She squared her shoulders and strode to Remus’ closet, making a loud show of finding the right drawer containing his jumpers. As she aggressively slammed one of them shut, Sirius moaned loudly. He was playing the game too, it seems. 

Ripping a green and brown jumper from the top drawer, she spun around to find him glancing up at her from beneath the girl, eyes challenging as his hands continued to roam her body. 

She wouldn’t let him win this. 

She tore off her shirt and tossed it onto the floor, standing in the center of the room in just jeans and a bra and stared back at him, face cool and expressionless. She stood there for a beat, watching as Sirius’ mouth went slack, causing his partner to whine against his lips. At the sight of his barely contained shock, his eyes briefly jumping from her face to her chest, she pulled Remus’ jumper over her head and stormed out, slamming the door behind her. 

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October 15th, 1976

Emmeline Vance had a death wish, though she didn’t know it. Apparently the fondling during Peter’s birthday party wasn’t a one time thing, and the blonde was now an almost constant fixture at their table in the Great Hall. The entire situation made everyone uncomfortable, but none of them had the guts to tell Sirius to cut it off. The little Ravenclaw sat in his lap, her favorite seat apparently, and her hands would be on him in some capacity at all times. 

The sight of them made her physically ill, so after a week of trying to suck it up and just not look at his side of the table, she decided to sit with the Hufflepuffs, much to Remus and James’ frustration. 

She didn’t like Emmeline, it wasn’t like when Sirius had dated Mary a few years ago. Mary was fun, and witty, and could match Sirius on his attitude any day. Emmeline was a parrot, just giggling and repeating everything he said, no real opinion or thoughts on any topic. The worst thing about her though, was that she was mean. Not cruel in the way that Regulus and his group of assholes were, but she was rude and stuck-up, especially to younger years. One morning, a small 1st year had accidentally bumped her with their schoolbag when leaving the Great Hall, and Emmeline had shot them a death glare and spat “Watch where you’re going, idiot.” The first year scuttled off, looking on the verge of tears.

She almost leapt across the table and strangled her. But if that was the type of girl Sirius wanted, then fine. 

The rest of the group largely ignored them, not that Emmeline seemed to mind, she only cared about touching Sirius, kissing Sirius, groping Sirius, and licking Sirius (as they all had the pleasure of witnessing early one Wednesday morning; Peter had choked on his tea).

She tried to move on, tried training her heart to not reach for Sirius every time she passed him in the corridors. At times when he would creep into her thoughts, she quickly shut down an impenetrable wall of steel, blocking out the memories of him entirely; the color of his eyes, the sound of his laugh, the feeling of his chest rising and falling as he slept. 

Eventually, Sirius became an afterthought, a bookmark in a chapter of her life that she had closed. And slowly, but surely, she moved on.

[sleeplessdreamer123]

Fanfic Idea! (Lucemond, Head witch hunter Aemond, pharmacist Lucerys)

Lucerys was a pharmacist learning to be a healer, being taught by his aunt, Alys. They lived together, closer to the woods than to the village, and we're known as the medical experts who runs the village apothecary. It was at a time when the village wasn't shrouded with whispers and fear of witches being spread by the Faith of the Seven.

Then it came, men in green, calling themselves witch hunters, protectors of the innocent, fighters of the Faith. Leading the group was the Holy Queen's own son, Aemond Targaryen.

It was fine at first, they were simply spreading the word of their religion, though the village follows the old gods, they were welcoming to them.

But when the Seven realized who they truly worshipped, they began calling the town a witch's town, one filled with black magic and sorcery. Soon, even the most level headed mayor could not calm the waves of hysteria as the townsfolk either converts, or leave the town all together. Soon the majority of the town consisted of hysterical townsfolk who believed in the Faith and people egging them on, and the rest who refused to follow. They were branded as witches, some were falsely accused of witchery, and was burnt at the stake.

Lucerys' aunt was one of them. The accuser was a man who Lucerys knew was rejected by his aunt months ago. He accused her of creating a love potion and exchanging his medicine with it. The charges were false, everyone knew that, yet Lucerys watched as they continued to accuse her, the man who gave her flowers, the woman who marveled at her young face, the old man who, just weeks ago, thanked her for curing his back pain, they all turned their back and screamed for her death, and Lucerys, no matter how hard he denied the allegations, how he called all of them liars and provided proof, how he fought so hard to keep his aunt, his only living relative alive, was forced to watch Alys burn with the rest of the innocents.

Lucerys knew it wouldn't be long until they would call him a witch, so he prepared himself to leave, the wretched village deserved no healing from him, not after killing his aunt.

It was too late for him to run, however.

The head witch hunter, Aemond, noticed his existence. In fact, ever since he saw him at the witch's trial, he dreamt of him, thought of his crying face, his screams. Then those dreams turned from him suffering to him in the throes of pleasure, his tears and cries so sweet it burned Aemond:s soul, and once he wakes, he craves what he saw in his dreams, and he hates it. What was worse was that he blames Lucerys for what he feels about him. He believes Lucerys cursed him, for why then would he feel such things towards a man?

He captured Lucerys, demanding he lift the curse, the spell, whatever he placed on him. Lucerys, though not knowing what Aemond was talking about, absolutely refused, believing that whatever it was was a ploy to get him to "admit" to witchery, and to burn him just like his aunt.

And Aemond did wish to do so, to burn the boy, if it meant freedom from his interest in him. But the villagers, the ones who followed the old gods, heared about Lucerys' capture, and begged Aemond to release him. After his aunt's death, he was their only village healer, one who knew about the healing properties of the plants in the woods, the only one willing to heal them without the hysteria of being around "possible witches".

And Aemond, seeing how these people rally for Lucerys, began to plot.

So he gave Lucerys two choices. To convert to the Faith, and continue to heal the people, or to reject it, and burn with the rest.

[haggishlyhagging]

The transformations in the Tree of Life symbolism unveil the fact that in christian myth Christ assimilates/ devours the Goddess. Whereas the Goddess had been the Tree of Life, Christ becomes this. Moreover, as the "life at work" in the tree, he becomes its juice/sap. When we consider that the tree had been the body of the Goddess, the violence of this assimilation becomes more perceivable. The "gentle Jesus" who offers the faithful his body to eat and his blood to drink is playing Mother Goddess. And of course the fetal-identified male behind this Mother Mask is really saying: "Let me eat and drink you alive." This is no mere crude cannibalism but veiled vampirism.

In connection with this "blood-drinking" syndrome of christian ritual, it is important to look at the origin of the "chalice" which contains the wine believed to be transformed into Christ's blood. In his Dictionary of Symbols Cirlot offers the confusing idea that the chalice is "a sublimation and a consecration of the cauldron as well as of the cup." To Crone-ographers aware of the significance of the cauldron in prepatriarchal history it is obvious that the symbol is not "sublimated" and "consecrated," but rather ripped off, reduced, reversed, reveiled. Neumann has pointed out that "the magical cauldron or pot is always [in early imagery] in the hand of the female mana figure, the priestess, or, later, the witch." Adrienne Rich lucidly shows the significance of the fact that pottery-making was invented by women and taboo to men. She shows that the cauldron is associated with the Mother Goddess, the Priestess-Potter, the Wisewoman, and Maker, and—generally—with women as transformers:

“Thus, not power over others, but transforming power, was the truly significant and essential power, and this, in prepatriarchial society, women knew for their own.”

What happens, then, when the cauldron of women-identified transforming power is stolen, that is, reversed by christian myth into the chalice, a symbol of the alleged transforming power of an all male priesthood? Just this: patriarchy asserts its power over others in the name of the male god by using the ancient symbol of nonhierarchical, gynocentric transforming energy. The priest is playing priestess. Hiding behind her symbol, he attempts to change wine into "sacred" blood—the christian version of Male Menstruation. However, in this case there is none of the original creation associated with the cauldron/chalice, but rather the christian chalice becomes the focus of a cannibalistic/ necrophagous ritual. The contents of the cup—the blood of the slain Christ—are consumed by the pseudopriestess.

-Mary Daly, Gyn/Ecology