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W.M. Heart Update

Hey everyone. 

I know you’re expecting a new chapter of both WTW and RoM, but we can’t right now. For the short version: Life is a fucking mess. 

For the longer version, Joy’s been sick a lot lately, all while taking care of her baby nephew and keeping the house running, and I’ve been having…issues with my housemate (to the point where I posted an AITA on reddit!) so neither of us have had the time nor the energy to write. Hell some of our writing sessions were just spent convincing the other to go to bed. Joy even started snoring in one of our calls! 

Joy: Rude, i fell asleep one time and maybe i was insensible another time…and maybe my brother in law had to nudge me awake a third time but technically just one falling asleep

Courtney: there are a lot more “technically”s I could add if that’s our basis haha

So yeah, this post is to announce that from today we’ll be taking a three month hiatus from posting either of our stories. From writing them too. We need a break from pushing ourselves, and from arguing with each other. I doubt the arguments will actually stop, but hey, strangulation threats are just part of our writing process. 

Joy: yes, courtney is cruel she constantly threatens my canva

Courtney: It’s the only thing that works. I have to threaten canva so she knows I’m serious 🙄

We’re sorry for the muck around, and we hope this doesn’t make you abandon us completely. We do love writing, and we love reading your comments as you share what you think. So subscribe, or chuck a bookmark down, or however you keep track of stories you’re interested in, and wait for us 💜

Blessed be, and keep yourselves safe 💜 (i.e. don’t join any cults, make sure your food is cooked all the way through, and wash your hands after using the toilet)

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Rise of Mercy Update

Hey everyone! We’re going to be a week late with this upload. Life has been crazy but we’re hoping to get it done in a week

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We Three Witches Extra Content

As an apology for missing last month’s upload, we’re giving you a glimpse at some of the pages of the girls’ grimoire

And we’re back to posting as usual so check out our latest chapter, if you haven’t already

Keep yourselves safe and blessed be 💜

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Sorry we missed last month. Life really hasn't been great lately. Between other commitments and family health emergencies, we haven't had the time we'd like to.

Our aim is to just continue as usual this month, but scale back to one chapter a month rather than 2.

Thank you all for sticking with us so far 💜

Keep yourselves safe, and blessed be

We Three Witches Update

Hey everyone. We just wanted to let you all know that we're going to be a little late with our posting due to life, seizures and babies.

Our aim is to get the next chapter out by the 29th so that we'll only 10 days late. Sorry for the late notice and we hope you stick with us until we can post.

Keep yourselves safe, and blessed be 💜

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We Three Witches Update

Hey everyone. We just wanted to let you all know that we're going to be a little late with our posting due to life, seizures and babies.

Our aim is to get the next chapter out by the 29th so that we'll only 10 days late. Sorry for the late notice and we hope you stick with us until we can post.

Keep yourselves safe, and blessed be 💜

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Here’s a little treat to tide you over:

The Rise of Mercy, Chapter 15

Who Brings a Troll to School?

“Trust Lilith to turn feathers into a torture device,” Blaise snorted.

“I did no such thing.” Lilith sniffed haughtily.

“Oh, so you didn’t demand that we as your friends had to lift our feathers up and down twenty times, and if we refused you didn’t try to tickle us to death with your feather?” Theo drawled as the rest of the court snickered.

“Certainly not, that is beneath me,” she said imperiously, and then giggled at the disbelieving looks on her courts’ faces.

“Don't forget that she recruited her partners in crime to help her execute her feathery attack,” Pansy chimed, mock glaring at Draco and Hermione who stared back unrepentantly.

“She promised me a hug if I did,” Draco said, as if that was all the justification anyone would ever need.

The court rolled their eyes and Daphne snarked, “So when's the wedding.”

Draco blushed furiously, ducking his head.

Lilith smirked. “To be determined,” she purred, inwardly cackling at the way Draco whipped his head around to stare at her with a hopeful expression. Not unlike a puppy begging for a treat.

Chapter 15 is ready to post but AO3 is down 😭😭😭

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Chapter 15 is ready to post but AO3 is down 😭😭😭

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We Three Witches Preview

We're back! And with a new chapter! Here's a preview of what we've just posted!

Chapter 38: The Conversation

March 24th, 2003

Bella’s POV

I’d always thought less of the characters in stories who let miscommunication get in the way of their love lives. Always rolled my eyes and declared that everything could be solved with a simple conversation. Always scoffed at the innermost thoughts of the main characters who insisted that their partner felt far away, even in the small room. 

Now, as I laid here in that stupid fucking hospital bed with rails that I was convinced had been put in with malicious intention, I knew without a doubt I owed those characters a big fucking apology. 

It’s easy to roll your eyes and dismiss something as ridiculous if you’ve never experienced it before. Maybe that's a sign: if you’re not afraid to lay your cards down on the table for all to see, not fucking terrified doing so will destroy the unstable balancing act you know won't last but cling to anyway, then you’ve never been truly in love. It's the simplest thing in the world for you as the reader to groan at another missed opportunity and wish that character would just get on with it. 

These thoughts raced around in my head as I stared at Edward through the door of my hospital room. Before the kidnapping, we’d left everything in shambles. Of course that hadn’t been my fault. He’d chosen to break up with me. He was the one who couldn’t handle me at my worst, so obviously he didn’t deserve me at my best. And yet…

The thought made my heart constrict and I looked across the room at my sisters’ beds. Both of them were under individual privacy spells, speaking to their boys. Rose had her head on Emmett’s shoulder with his arms around her waist, while Alice and Jasper seemed to be having a tense conversation in the other corner.

Irrational jealousy flowed through me. Why did they get the understanding ones? Why did they get the guys willing to stick with them through anything? Didn’t I deserve someone who’d be by my side regardless too? 

Their vampires hadn’t called it off with them when they blew up, and I knew my sisters had. Alice and Rose had told me all about how they’d exploded under pressure and all their boys had done was cling tighter to them, unwilling to let them go. Why couldn’t Edward have done the same?Why did he have to walk away? Right when I needed him the most?

Read the rest here:

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WTW & RoM Updates

Happy New Year everyone! We hope you all had fantastic holidays and a wonderful new year!

It's a new year, which means new content!

For We Three Witches, we're coming back on the 19th of February! Yay!

We have the next fourteen chapters planned and our fingers are at the keyboards ready and raring to go. There's a lot of angst and fluff ready to come! Our ladies and gents have a LOT to talk about, and it's time they do.

Plus, Charlie is starting to get suspicious.

For Rise of Mercy, we're coming back on the 28th of February! Yay!

We have the next twenty-four chapters planned, and the next 4 already typed out! Lilith has conquering to do and Draco has some more falling in love to do! In the next few chapters we have Tom and 'Mercy' figuring each other out, the Court bonding and destroying idiots, and oh so much fun.

And maybe, just maybe, Lilith has some feelings ("gross! what are they?") for a certain Dragon.

We know we've been away for a while, and we're so thankful for all of you for staying with us and waiting patiently! We understand that February is still a long way away, and you want more content now, but we're wanting to get as many drafts written as possible before we start posting.

Before we posted Rise of Mercy and We Three Witches, we'd had over a dozen chapters of each being edited in the wings while we slowly posted. We want to do that again because then each month we can post a new chapter without frantically trying to create new content (like we were last year).

So while we may have content ready to post, we've set our deadline as next month so that you don't have to wait anymore.

RoM has a lot more to come, but we're nearing the close of We Three Witches and we want to post the rest of it without having to take another break like this one again.

So, please, bear with us for another month. Check out our other stories and send us those good vibes.

And for those who haven't read WTW or RoM yet, check them out 😊

Blessed be and keep yourselves safe xoxoxo

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The idea that because of the Holocaust Israel has the right to ethnically cleanse the Palestinians, is absurd.

That's like saying the genocide of native Americans is okay because America was once under British control.

Hell that's like saying every country that was under British imperialism has a pass to commit genocide.

Because they suffered they should be allowed to let other people suffer.

That's not how that works.

You under went something awful, that does not give you the right to inflict that on others.

And they want to, a Israeli politican today (18.12.2023), David Azoulai said that Gaza should be made into Ausuwitch.

“The whole Gaza Strip needs to be empty. Flattened. Just like in Auschwitz. Let it be a museum for all the world to see what Israel can do. Let no one reside in the Gaza Strip for all the world to see, because October 7 was in a way a second Holocaust.”

The Ausuwitz Museum actually commented on this, calling it sick and hateful.

Agreed.

And that's without mentioning that Israel treats its Holocaust survivors like shit.

As of 2023 there are 165,000 Holocaust survivors in Israel and 1 in 3 live under the poverty line.

And it's not like they don't have the money for it either, given America gives them millions.

But they'd rather use that money to kill Palestinians than help their own people. Even putting foreign settlers above their own people.

They have the Hannibal protocol which calls for the killing their own civilian hostages, which they've done multiple times.

Even when they've stepped forward with a white flag and spoke to them in Hebrew, they've shot them and said they thought they were the enemy.

Because they don't care, they are using the trauma of the Holocaust as a tool to kill others.

Holocaust survivors are speaking out that what Israel is doing to Palestinians is exactly what the Nazi's did to them, but the Israeli government doesn't care.

Not for them, and definitely not for the Palestinians.

The fact people think they should be allowed to do any of this and thinking it's justified is disgusting.

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Rise of Mercy Update

Our planning hiatus is over. We took time off to do flufftober and just recuperate in general, but now we are back to writing new content for RoM

We Three Witches is a little on the back-burner at the moment, because that feels a lot bigger and more stressful than RoM haha

And we're discussing scheduling at the moment, and while we haven't settled on a date, both stories will definitely be updated before the New Year

Right now we're writing a future chapter of Rise of Mercy where Lilith takes another step towards destroying Dumbledore, and Draco and Lilith grow a little closer together 😉

We're both going to try to update tumblr and facebook more often to keep you all in the loop, but absolutely feel free to send us messages for updates, or even asks for sneak previews of what we're working on. The dopamine of interacting with readers will fuel our energy to keep writing more!

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Flufftober Day 7: Forever Sounds Perfect

Fandom: Moon Knight Pairing: Moon Knight Boys (Steven, Marc & Jake) x Reader Word Count: 1472 words Summary: You and your darlings go to a wedding, and suddenly all that happiness is exactly what you want for your future with them. In that happiness, you can't help but...pop the question. 

A/N: The reader in this might skew slightly more feminine because I essentially wrote it around the outfit, but no pronouns are used, so it's still gender-neutral

“You look gorgeous,” Steven murmured. 

You looked up to see him standing in the doorway, watching you with a soft look of adoration that made your heart skip. 

He was right though. You looked stunning. You were wearing a mulberry chiffon pantsuit that made you feel like a powerful boss. You’d brought a shawl for the day if it ever got too cool, but Jake had convinced you to keep it off. It was a good decision. Between the halter neck and sleeveless design, and the earrings, you felt unstoppable. Gorgeous too.

You held out your hand to him. “You look pretty breathtaking yourself,” you said with a soft smile. 

They truly did. Jake had chosen their suit, and every time you saw them in it was like the air had been sucked from your lungs. The jacket was a soft blue that made you want to run your hands all over it and the shirt beneath flowed over them like a second skin. Steven had made sure the suit was perfectly tailored to their build, and you’d thoroughly thanked him for it. 

Everything from their pants—which curved deliciously over their fine ass—to the tie Marc had long since loosened, fit them like a gorgeous glove. Half of you wanted to rip it off and just devour them, while the other half wanted to just stare at them for eternity. 

“You think?” Marc fidgeted with their tie beneath your gaze, loosening the knot further. Every second of this “monkey suit” business was making his skin crawl, and the fact that he was still here made your heart melt. 

You tugged him closer, winding your fingers together, until he stood between your legs. You tipped your head back and smiled at them. Reaching up with your other hand, you loosened the tie until it hung around their neck like an odd scarf. Then you took their other hand in yours and took a second to just adore them.

“I think it is taking everything in me to not tear that suit off you and show you just how much I like it.”

The tension disappeared from his shoulders and a spark of mischief entered his eyes as he smirked. “Oh yeah?” Jake drawled. 

He dropped one of your hands and trailed his fingers along your jaw, tipping your head back. He pressed his thumb to your bottom lip and his eyes darkened as your tongue flicked out. “And how do you plan on doing that, mi sol?”

Your own smile turned wicked.

Jake’s grip on your chin loosened as Steven fronted. “Not here, love,” he murmured with a fond and exasperated chuckle, even as his eyes never left your mouth. “We’ll get kicked out.”

Worth it, Jake mouthed and you grinned as you twisted in his grip to press a kiss to his palm. 

But still you pulled back. Steven was right. You were at the wedding of one of your work friends, and she would never forgive you if you disappeared for a quickie on her porch swing. The ceremony itself might have been over, but seeing as the reception was being held in the barn only a few metres away—well, her murdering you would spoil the evening.  

With a quiet laugh you pulled your darlings onto the swing next to you. They wrapped their arm around your shoulders and you curled into their side. The sun was setting and you could see why this farmstead had been chosen as the wedding venue. The day had been the perfect blend of summer and fall, but the sunset was sublime. The last rays of sunlight filtered through the trees and lit the entire world in a golden glow.

“...the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Marc murmured, and you looked up to see him gazing down at you. 

He wasn’t talking about the sunset.

You blushed hard at the love in his eyes and his words. You buried your face into his shirt so the sight wouldn’t kill you immediately. 

Their fingers curled beneath your chin again, pulling your face up. You swallowed thickly at the adoration in Steven’s eyes. His breath caught as he looked down at you and you felt yourself falling in love all over again. 

The four of you had been dating for almost two years now, and not a day went by where you didn’t thank your stars. Not one, not two, but three gorgeous men loved and adored you for who you were. All your good sides and bad sides—even the worst ones you usually kept hidden. 

The four of you had grown so much in the time that you’d known each other, and your heart skipped to remember how you’d met and fallen in love with each and every one of them. They were your darlings, and you adored them more than anything else in the world. 

“How’d you get to be so stunning, love?” Steven whispered, eyes wide as he drank you in. “And how’d we get so lucky?” 

“We must’a done something great in our last life,” Jake muttered. His thumb made a pass over your cheek that made you shiver. 

Your cheeks hurt with how hard you were smiling, but you couldn’t help it when they were saying stuff like that. Frankly you were the lucky one to have them, even if they’d never agree with you. 

Instead of passing out from happiness like you half wanted to, you cupped their cheek. “Thank you, darlings.” 

The love of all three of them crinkled the corners of their eyes as they smiled at you and dipped their head to meet you in the middle. It was a soft kiss, full of everything you didn’t need to say. It was a declaration of adoration and a promise of forever. Your heart skipped a beat and you leaned forward, fingers slipping into their hair.

Cheers broke you apart with matching gasps. You all looked over to the barn where you could see the bride and groom doing shots. You chuckled and dropped your head onto your darling’s shoulder. Their arm curled around your waist and they pressed another kiss to the crown of your head as you watched the wedding party getting more raucous with every shot.

After a quiet moment, a thought came to your mind and you blurted it out before you could convince yourself otherwise. “Do you think that could ever be us?” Your boys froze beside you and you hurried on before you lost your nerve. “You know, married.” 

You didn’t know what made you ask it, but now that you had, it was all you could think about. The four of you, bound together for all of eternity. A ring on your finger, a matching band on theirs. Walking down that aisle to where they waited for you. Suddenly that was all you could possibly want. You, them. Forever. 

“Which one of us are you talking to?” Jake asked, his voice low and tight.

You looked up at them, eyebrows furrowed. “All of you.” 

Did they really think you would choose between them? How could you? How could anyone?

They swallowed thickly, eyes darting over your face like they were searching for a lie. You pressed a hand over their heart and insisted, “All of you. I can’t have one of you without the others.” You licked your lips, suddenly desperate to get them to believe you. “There isn’t a part of your system that I don’t completely adore. I love all of you and I want forever, for all of us.” You swallowed, suddenly terrified their hesitation was a ‘no’. “If you want that too, that is.” 

They made a strangled noise and surged forward to slam their lips against yours.

This time the kiss was rough, desperate, like they couldn’t get enough of you. Their hands cupped your jaw, angling your head to deepen the kiss. They devoured you like it was the first and last time rolled into one. And you reciprocated with every atom of your being. 

Eventually they pulled back, resting their forehead against yours as you all gasped for air. Both your chests heaved as they cupped your cheeks and you gripped their lapels.

“Forever,” Marc gasped, pressing closer. “Yes. Yes.”  

You sucked in a sharp breath, eyes wide as your heart thumped in your throat. “Yeah?”

Steven closed his eyes, a tear sliding down his cheek as he nodded frantically. “Forever. All of us. Yes, love.”

Jake swallowed as he fronted, clutching you closer. “We’re going to need a better proposal than that, amor,” he said gruffly and you laughed, your own eyes overflowing with tears. Then he broke into the most beautiful smile you had ever seen. “But forever does sound perfect.”

And from that moment, forever would always remind you of sunsets and porch swings. 

Thank you to @flufftober for the prompts! 💜

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Because I'm curious and I really don't have much sense any more of who is here on Tumblr after the various waves of immigration from other sites and people leaving for other places, or who's reading this blog.

I'll let it run for a week, to increase the sample size. One simple question with ranges...

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Cute little Drarry drabble for @flufftober

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Flufftober Day 6: Lost in Love (and in a maze)

Fandom: Moon Knight Pairing: Jake Lockley x reader Word Count: 1269 words Summary: You and Jake are out on a date for your anniversary in a corn maze of all places, and you get lost. Jake of course takes advantage of the alone time (keeping it PG of course)

“We’re lost. Admit it.” 

You shove him a little. “We are not!” 

Jake grins. “You have no idea where we are.” 

“We’re in a maze,” you shoot back with no short amount of sass. 

“And whereabouts in the maze, mi sol?”

You don’t reply and he tips his head back and laughs. “Like I said, we’re lost.” 

You shove at him again, but he dodges back and ducks around your other side. Before you can react, he scoops his arm around your waist and pulls you into his side. You gasp at the movement, before entirely melting into his arms. 

“Fine, where do you think we are?” you demand, winding your arms around his neck. 

Jake snorts. “I don’t know. In a maze somewhere.” 

You groan, shoving away from him. “Useless.” When he tries to pull you back in, laughing, you point at him. “We have dinner reservations, and they will not keep them for us just because you got us lost in a maze.”

“I got us lost?” His smile turns wicked and your stomach swoops. You step back and he follows you, step for step, eyes never leaving yours. “I’m the one to blame?” 

Your steps quicken and so do his. He stalks towards you, eyes devouring you. You swallow a giggle which turns into a gasp as your back hits the maze wall. Jake’s grin turns absolutely delighted when you realise you have no hope of escape. 

Not that you’re complaining. 

He stops right in front of you, and his hands curl around the corn stalks behind you, caging you in. He leans in, trapping you against him and heat curls through you at the press of his body against yours. It’s been years since you first fell for him but he still makes your heart race like it’s the first time. 

Especially when he has that look in his eyes where you know you’re going to be aching the next day. 

“What are you thinking, mi corazon?” he purrs, eyes darkening. “Because you look downright horny right now.” 

Licking your lips—and watching his eyes track the movement—you wrap your hand around his tie and rise on your tiptoes to get that extra bit closer to his mouth. Your toes curl as his breath dances across your lips. You tighten your grip on his tie, tugging it tightly. He growls and the corn stalks in his grip crumple. 

You step back, grinning and entirely satisfied with yourself. “I’m thinking of dinner.” You duck under his arm before he can react. “We should head off before we miss our reservation.”

You pat his chest and make it all of two steps before he hauls you back in. This time rather than just caging you against the maze wall, he pulls you into it. You squeal and fall willingly into him as he tugs you out of view of everyone. 

He keeps you firmly pressed against him, and you arch deliciously against his firm…everything. One hand curls behind your neck, tipping your head back, while the other curves over your ass, tugging you perfectly against him. 

You wind your fingers through his hair and pull his mouth down to yours. Desire burns through you as the crash of your lips together sends him into a frenzy that has his hands racing over every inch of you he can reach. 

Your fingers dig into his scalp and you swallow his moan like it’s a nectar you can’t get enough of. 

“Excuse me?” Suddenly a voice breaks through your passion and you pull back from Jake with a gasp. “Hi? Sorry, you can’t do that here.”

You glance to your left and you see the owner of the voice. Or most of him at least, and what you can see is that he is barely old enough to grow the stringy beard he’s sporting. 

Jake’s fingers do a long slow sweep along the small of your back and you shiver into him at the sensation. The corner of his lips curls up and he drops his face into the crook of your neck. Against your skin he murmurs, “Ignore him.” 

Okay. 

You scratch your nails along his scalp and smile as he groans into your skin. He mutters something low in Spanish that is too fast and quiet for you to hear, but what you do catch has you arching against him. Especially as his fingers dip below your waistband.

“This is a family establishment,” the boy says again, unpleasantly reminding you of reality. He pauses before clearing his throat and trying again. “My manager says you can’t do that here.” 

With annoyed growl, Jake steps further back into the corn maze, pulling you after him. You give him a look, but don’t do anything to stop him—not when you’re burning up under his gaze and touch. 

“Um…I can still see you?” 

You sigh. Yeah, this isn’t going to work. Untangling your fingers from his hair, you shake your head at Jake and murmur, “Just when it was getting good.” 

He pouts. Murder? he mouths, with wide puppy-dog eyes. 

You laugh softly and press a kiss to his cheek. His stubble scratches you and you’re deliciously reminded of the last time your darlings grew out a beard. By the desire burning in his eyes and the wicked tilt of his mouth, you know he’s remembering that morning too. 

“You really need to leave.” 

With a final look of promise, you pull back completely. The sudden lack of him and the cold rushing in after his delicious warmth, brings you further back to reality. 

“We’re coming,” you call out over your shoulder. 

With a final sigh, Jake follows as you head out of the way too dense corn stalks and re-emerge in the clearing. The boy—a worker for the maze—stares at you both, and you almost feel sorry for him, until you notice him ogling you and then you just feel like kicking his balls right back up until puberty tries again. 

When Jake notices the look, he glares at the boy who instantly shrivels. He clears his throat and puffs out his chest like that’ll work in making him appear less prepubescent. “You really can’t be doing stuff like that here. There are kids walking around!” 

He isn’t wrong. You probably shouldn’t have been acting like horny teenagers necking it in the woods, but it’s your anniversary for gods’ sake! You are horny. And who wouldn’t be with your delicious man looking at you like you’re good enough to eat?

Still, the kid is an asshole and you are just petty enough not to let him win. 

You sniff, and with one bored look, you give him a scathing once over, raise your eyebrows and turn away. “Ready for dinner, darling?” 

Jake smiles at you, delighted as always by the appearance of your petty side, and he loops an arm around your waist. With a snicker, you two walk off, and when you’re far enough away, Jake presses a kiss to your forehead. He grins. “That kid is going to need years of therapy to get over that burn.” 

You snort. “Like he didn’t have it coming.” You lean further into your husband’s arms and shoot him a crooked grin of your own. “Now, how about we skip dinner and just go straight to dessert?” 

That wicked smile you do so love comes back, and that molten desire from earlier burns back to life. 

Jake strokes a finger along your jaw. “One problem though.” 

You hum, and then groan as realisation sets in. “We’re still lost, aren’t we?”

“Yep.”

“Fuck.”

Thanks @flufftober for the fun prompts!