#ERA::Progress();

[anne-is-confused]

only you.

[skeletons-eat]

Man this is a redraw of my very first star wars art (under the cut guys) and I'm kinda happy about the progress I made over the past two years

[thefawnfallacy]

Yuri on Ice was such a life changing anime, especially to have experienced in real time waiting for those episodes to drop every week. It was an open acknowledgment and love letter to queerness, to valuing and creating art, to loving yourself and loving those around you and it’s no surprise that it had such a large impact on those who watched it. Not to mention how stunning it was to be presented with an open letter to queer love during a time where same sex marriage and gender equality was still a very hot and controversial topic. It’s, in its own way, nestled itself into history.

It may not be in the way we all expected or hoped, but see you next level.

[thepixelatedbunny]

In defence of Jayce:

-He was not in his right mind, he was corrupted by the arcane and looked like he'd been put through hell.

-the show is implying he seen the future(?).

-ik people joke that Viktor is Jesus and it's funny but his "commune" is literally a hivemind. He can literally see and talk through his followers and change their personalities(see the councilor guy).

-did y'all forget that he was the one who saved viktor in the first place

Ofc I'm not ignoring the fact that he still put a hole into his former partner, but like damn guys.

[viviandarkbloombartylusversion]

Viktor was super fucking emo or scene in high school and he is devastatingly embarrassed by it, when Jayce saw his yearbook/old photos Viktor contemplated on killing himself inside even though he feigned indifference and acted like he had no regrets as if it doesn't keep him up at night. Jayce genuinely thought it was cute, but he was a downright LOSER in high school and was called brace face or metal mouth. College was a reset for both of them (they’re still the same inside)

[aquanutart]

desert flygon

[frankidacre]

WOOP WOOP ITS DONE!!! BEHOLD!!! TEDDY <33

[driedlillies]

The magnus archives when everything’s the same but the action happens 10 years into the future (starts 2026) and the institute is under scrutiny because some gossip magazines accused them of having misogynistic management because the Head of the Institute was always a man so Jonah Magnus originally born in the 1700s decides to deal with that by his next body being a woman so now he has to deal with periods and gender dysphoria

[makairodonx]

It’s time to give the animals of the Cenozoic a day in the limelight…

[credo--ergo-sum]

Most likely will do this one in green

[vxtcher]

Routines and habits

[ultravioletbrit]

“decide / cold” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 449 words

I wasn’t able to do a fic yesterday so doubled up with yesterday’s and today’s prompt. shhh, don’t tell anyone. 🤫  

“James!” Regulus yells from the porch. “Can I please go inside? I’m freezing!” Regulus shoves his hands in his pockets trying to decide if he’s angry or just annoyed.  

“I know! I know!” James calls back. He’s facing away from Regulus, adjusting something Regulus can’t see. “I’m sorry. I swear I was ready and then it just—” James grunts as he moves something. “—and I just need to—” He huffs with frustration at something else “—but I swear I’m almost—” Regulus sees something topple over. James’ shoulders slump forward, and he drops his head with a sigh.

“Never mind.” James tells him, turning to face Regulus, looking like the saddest kicked puppy. He walks up to the porch, eyes on the ground. “I’m really sorry, it’s not ready yet. Go inside and I’ll try to fix it and come get you when I’m sure it’s ready.”

“What is it?” Regulus tries to peer around James, but there’s not much to look at.

James takes an exasperated breath. “It was supposed to be snowmen.” He pouts, and Regulus raises a curious eyebrow. James sighs, “My dad and I used to make showmen of ourselves every year at our house and it was my favorite tradition. So I thought since it’s our first year in our own house, I wanted to make snowmen of you and me, but—” James steps to the side revealing two piles of snow. “—it’s not really working.”

Just when Regulus thought he was angry and annoyed, James has to go and be the most adorable human on the planet. And honestly, it’s taking significant effort for Regulus not to cry right now.

“James…” Regulus starts.

“It’s okay.” James kisses him. “I know you’re cold. Go inside and get warm and I promise they’ll be great the next time I call you.” James tells him and it’s tinged with sadness and frustration.

Regulus takes another look at the snow piles then looks back at James. “Okay.” Regulus tells him.

“Okay.” James says feigning determination.

James walks back to the snow piles and Regulus walks inside.

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James isn’t sure what he’s doing wrong or why these stupid snowmen just won’t stay together. He’s about to give up when he hears footsteps in the snow behind him.

Regulus is walking towards him wearing a heavy coat, a hat and scarf and pulling on his gloves.

“What are you doing?” James asks.

“I’m helping.”

“Reg, you don’t have to—” James gets cut off when Regulus kisses him.

“Now, I’ve never actually made a snowman before, but you can teach me, right?” Regulus asks and it’s taking significant effort for James not to cry right now.

“Yeah.” James says. “Yeah, I can teach you.”   

[sparkbirdmusic]

what am i up to

[zsamwamiesz]

for the sins of the mother

──snippet of a w.i.p

i haven't written out any chapters; chapter one is being drafted

i wanted to make eileen/tobias actually healthy, so there.

pairing: sirius black/severus snape

──

"The sins of the parents are the destinies of their children. Unless the children wake up and do something about it."

The sins of the parents

Sins of the parents

Sins

Eileen didn’t know how to bring it up or if it was appropriate. If Severus would ever look at her the same again. It wasn’t her fault—she would have accepted it as the then-heiress of the House of Prince. It was her duty—one of the things that made a Prince a Prince. But then she had to meet him that night. Wavy brown hair, an infectious yet awkward laugh, and just as gangly and awkward as she was—her Tobias. She could feel her magic bubble inside, and she gripped the letter tighter.

No, it wasn’t her fault—it wasn’t her fault that she fell in love or that she ran away, just like Cygnus, leaving magic and traditions behind—for happiness, for normalcy. She reread the words over and over—Severus would never see her the same way again, and that was her fault. Everything felt suffocating—the creaking wood beneath her feet, the kettle boiling in the background, Tobias’ shuffling steps.

“Sweetheart, I get that you're cold, but not everyone wants to be in a sauna, yeah?” Tobias teased—a familiar joke, one that started after Severus was born. Her magic core was never the same after; it had given its all—warmth, love, energy. Muggle doctors called it anemia, but Wixen called it magical insufficiency—her magical (blood) volume would never be the same, replenishing potions be damned. “Eil?”

But she wouldn’t change it—for her baby, her son. Her sweet, awkward boy who deserved the world and the chance to live his own life. Her little snake, who hated peas but loved tomatoes, who was afraid of thunder but loved to play in the rain and collect rainwater, who gave the best hugs and tried to comfort his Da when his back was flaring up.

Her Severus. Her sweet boy.

How could she possibly explain this? How could she tell her son, her sweet baby, that she had just ruined his life? All because of some stupid contract her parents had written when they were barely legal.

How?

“Leeny?” Tobias called out again. He gently gripped her shoulder, rubbing it in slow circles, steadying himself as he leaned over her—like that big oak tree Severus used to play around with his friend Lily. Tobias kissed her head, and for a moment, everything seemed fine, easier, until she felt the parchment in her hand—rough, aged manilla paper. It reminded her of Gringotts, where it had likely sat all these years, tucked away in black, suffocating hallways filled with nothing but darkness and cold. It was all about elitism and maintaining the status quo. 

And it was all her fault, her poor Severus.

“Eileen? Sweetheart, what—” Then the letter began to speak.

──

TO: EILEEN WILHELMINA PRINCE-SNAPE AND HEIR SEVERUS TOBIAS SNAPE

It is with the utmost reverence and urgency that we address this matter of great significance, pertaining to the bloodlines of two of the most venerated houses in wizarding history. By the end of his fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Heir Severus Tobias Snape is henceforth required to step into his rightful position as Lord Prince, in accordance with the stipulations outlined in the contract conceived and duly signed by the noble parties herein mentioned. The aforementioned contract, signed on the 27th of June in the year 1945, was established by Augustus Adelard Prince, Cha Eun-Ri (under the alias Heidi Mina Cha), Arcturus Sirius Black, and Melania Saorise Macmillian. This document, binding in its nature, decrees the union of the firstborns of The Ancient and Most Noble House of Black and The Portentous and Most Distinguished House of Prince, with the explicit condition that this union shall result in the birth of two heirs, one of whom must be male. Should the terms of this contract be ignored or disputed by any party, they shall face immediate and irrevocable consequences—namely, the forfeiture of their titles, along with the disownment from their respective houses. Furthermore, the terms of the contract shall pass onto the firstborn offspring of those who refuse, with the possibility of regaining said titles only upon the fulfillment of the agreement in its entirety. It has come to the attention of all parties involved that Heir Severus Tobias Snape is the individual currently bound by this contract. He shall have one year from the receipt of this notice to claim his rightful inheritance as Lord Prince and fulfill his sacred duties to The Portentous and Most Distinguished House of Prince and The Ancient and Most Noble House of Black. The contract, as it stands, pertains to the following individuals: 1. Severus Tobias Snape, born on the 9th of January, 1960, to Tobias Atticus Snape and Eileen Wilhelmina Prince, currently residing at 394 Spinner's End, Cokeworth, England. 2. Sirius Orion Black III, born on the 3rd of November, 1959, to Orion Arcturus Black and Walburga Genevieve Black, currently residing at 12 Grimmauld Place, Borough of Islington, London, England. By the authority vested in us, we, the undersigned, reaffirm the binding nature of this contract and the necessity of its fulfillment, lest the consequences befall those who fail to uphold their family’s honor.

Signed, Augustus Adelard Prince   Montrez-leur votre peur ; nous n’avons pas peur The Portentous and Most Distinguished House of Prince Cha Eun-Ri (Alias: Heidi Mina Cha)   Eodum-ui yaksul, bulga-ui him The Wise and Revered House of Cha Arcturus Sirius Black   Toujours pur The Ancient and Most Noble House of Black Melania Saorise Macmillian  Fidèles à notre sang The Esteemed and Imperious House of Macmillian

──

“Sweetheart, what’s going on?” Elieen bit her lip. It was all her fault; written, printed── “‘Leen?”

How in the world was she going to break the news to Severus?

to be continued? for the people (sorry if i missed you): @lululuzzz08

@slytherinbretherin

@siriusblackdevotee

@fafodill

@magnificentphantomgardener

@the-stars-sigh-when-i-get-high @tajiklove

@trash-eating-demon

[everything-begins--ends]

i seriously have no idea how long its gonna take for me to finish them so here we go

[commandertartarsmoocher]

"Gay Is Okay 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🇩🇪"