#anyway stay tuned hopefully very soon

[theartofknightjj]

★ LES NORMAUX UPDATE ★

So... vampires huh? 🧛🏼✨

Episode 15 is up!

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updates every Sunday!

[shellsweet]

Hello! Wanted to say I absolutely adore your art and saw you've mentioned selling prints before? Do you happen to have a store link? Having some of your art in my TMNT collection would be the highest of honors!

Thank you so much for the kind words! That's a huge honor! I appreciate it! I sold a huge batch a few months ago, I was privately shipping those by myself. I'm planning to do one more final batch soon, which I was hoping to do by now but work and life are kinda getting in the way right now. I'm hoping to make this a 200 copy limited print run when I'm completely finished. If you'd like to reserve a copy, please feel free to send me an email to shellsweetart@gmail.com and I can send you the google doc that has all the information on the print and process (Also includes the request fill out form to get you started!). This will treat your order as a pre-order, and as soon as I start getting everything together again, I'll start with the payments/ect. I appreciate everyone for being so understanding!

[its-a-me-mango]

Phew I think I finally got back to everyone!

I know I already said thank you but I really wanna thank y'all again, I do genuinely appreciate every single birthday wish and gift that was sent to me. Knowing that so many people wanted to take time out of their day to do something just for me is just, I really can't put it into words its such an amazing feeling and it just makes me feel so loved and appreciated so thank you guys again! I've hopefully gotten back to everyone, you guys are all so amazing and special so I really wanted to make sure I gave some of my time back to you guys in return!

To everyone who's kindly made me a gift, thank you so much! I treasure all of them so deeply and I can't stop looking though all of them (I do that normally too but there's so many to look through from the past few days it's insane!), they're all so unique and I love every single one of them! To anyone who couldn't get anything done, thank you for just considering doing something for me at all, I know how hard it can be to create so please don't apologise, knowing you wanted to do something is enough for me! And to anyone whos still maybe working on something, there's no such thing as a late birthday present so take your time and I wish you the best, I can't wait to see it and I will love it! :3

All the birthday wishes were so fun and unique too I had so much fun replying to everyone so thank you all again, I know I can repeat myself a lot but I do sincerely mean everything I say each time, I'm just not a person of many words lol.

Anyway one last time, thank you, I should be back to normal SMG4 asks and posting now, I had a few sent in that were normal asks so I'll be replying to them hopefully soon and I have even COOLER things coming up soon so stay tuned for that!!! Very exciting I can't wait.

Anyway I love you guys, peace and love on planet earth <3

[otomehonyaku]

Diabolik Lovers Daylight Vol. 7 Ruki ☽ Animate Tokuten Drama CD ☽ Sleeping Together ★ With Vampire

Original title: 添い寝でおやすみ ★ ヴアンパイア Voiced by Sakurai Takahiro English translation by @otomehonyaku Click here for the audio, provided by @karleksmumskladdkaka!

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I figured it would be fun to try out a drama CD translation for once, and this was a nice short (but sweet) one! I have another tokuten audio + translation hopefully coming soon... Stay tuned ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

Please do not reuse or post my translations elsewhere or translate my work into other languages without my permission.

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00:00 Hey, Livestock. What are you doing? That’s an awfully big box you’re holding.

[You’re glad to see him.]

You were looking for me? Why?

[You explain the situation.]

So Kou told you to give this box to me. I don’t remember sending him on an errand, though.

[You pass on Kou’s message to Ruki.]

“Just open it and have fun”? That sounds a lot like him, but he must be up to no good…  We should ask him what’s in the box first…

[You say you couldn’t find Kou anywhere.]

Ah, right, he said he had a film shoot today…  Oh, well. If the sender’s not here, we have no choice but to open it. Give me the box, Livestock. I was going to open it in my room, but if you’re curious what’s inside too, then come with me.

[You nod.]

Let’s go, then.

[The two of you go to his room.]

01:20 Sit over there.

[Ruki puts the box in front of you.]

Well, then. Let’s open it right away. For such a big box, it’s not very heavy. What could be inside? Wooden pieces of various sizes… and a lot of them, at that.  They look like they’re parts of something.

[You spot a letter inside the box.]

A letter? Kou must have put it in there. Let’s see.  “Here’s one of your beloved puzzles as a present. Have fun! Try assembling it together with her.” I see. So it’s a puzzle.

[You’re confused.]

Yeah, it looks different than a normal, flat puzzle.  Judging from the parts, the finished product must be three-dimensional. There’s no manual, either, but I wonder if it’s because Kou removed it, or there was no manual to begin with… Anyway, this may be just another of Kou’s whims, but we have the time.  Maybe I should assemble it.

[You say that you want to help.]

It does not look like I would need your help with it, but Kou said to do it together, so… If you’d like, you are welcome to try.

[The two of you start assembling the puzzle.]

03:03 Hm. My side looks like it’s coming together. How about yours?

[You tell him.]

Let me see it.

[You show him what you’ve got.]

That looks better than I expected.  If you’re worried about this part, I think it might fit here…

[Ruki helps you.]

You should try doing the rest yourself.

[You ask him whether he’s done this before.]

Not exactly. I have done a variety of 3D puzzles before, but this is the first time I’ve tried this type of puzzle. Not that I’m very particular about my puzzles, though…

[You ask him if he has a particular strategy.]

I have my strategies for each kind, but in the end, the process of putting parts together and aiming for the final product is the same for every puzzle.

[You say you have no idea what the puzzle is meant to look like.]

Right. I cannot picture what the final product is going to look like just yet, but if we just look at the parts even though we have no idea what to expect…

[You tell him that you should both try your best.]

04:20 Yeah.

[To himself] It would be a shame to spoil her fun by telling her the answer to the puzzle, but…

[You ask him if he said something.]

No, nothing. Besides, we won’t finish the puzzle at this pace. Less talking, more working.

[You agree enthusiastically.]

Heh. You’re curious about the final product, right? 

The harder you work, the sooner you’ll find out what it is.

[You tell him you’ll work harder.]

Yes, you should. I will try to increase my pace, too.

05:06 Ah, it’s finished. When I opened the box and saw the parts, I already had a hunch, but… It looks like a small castle you might find overseas. I think we happened to see it on TV around the time when Kou was featured on a programme.  He must have remembered that you and I talked about wanting to go and see it in person. That must also be why he told us in the letter that we should assemble it together. Whatever his reason was… heh. He probably wanted to make us happy.

[Ruki incorporates your part into the puzzle.]

Look, your work is now part of the castle, too. You did really well considering you had no idea what it was.

[You don’t respond.]

You were so excited to see the final product, but your response is a bit underwhelming, don’t you think?

[Ruki looks down at you, leaning against his shoulder and sleeping soundly.]

06:05 Heh, I see.  You have some nerve using someone’s shoulder as a pillow while you sleep, Livestock. Oh, well. It’s past your usual bedtime, so it’s fine. I must have been engrossed in the puzzle as well for me not to notice you nodding off.

[Ruki picks you up, bridal style.]

However, if you sleep here, you’ll regret it later. You should just sleep on the bed.

[He carries you to his bed.]

You should have just told me you were tired… You worked hard and stayed up just to finish the puzzle with me. You didn’t make it to the end, though…

07:05

[Ruki looks at his watch.]

It’s about time. I should tidy up and head to bed, too.

[Ruki walks back to the table.]

I should hide the puzzle under the table for now.  I want her to see it tomorrow. I wonder how she’ll react.

[Ruki walks back to the bed.]

Hey, Livestock. Move over a bit. I want to get under the covers too. She’s so far gone she doesn’t even hear me… 

[Ruki gets in bed anyway and squeezes himself beside you.]

What a foolish face. You must be tired from using your head so much.

[Ruki touches you.]

I wonder what kind of face you’ll make when you wake up tomorrow. Will you feel guilty for falling asleep before seeing the finished puzzle?  Or will you become shy when you wake up next to me? Anything is fine.  Your reactions are always something to look forward to. Ah, but when you see the finished puzzle, you’ll probably be ecstatic. You were looking forward to seeing it so much, after all. I want to see your happy face. I was having such a good time, uncharacteristically so. I might not be able to fall asleep like this. I’ll have to thank Kou later.

08:45 For tomorrow’s dinner, I’ll make him something he likes.

[You shift in your sleep.]

What, the mention of dinner does evoke a reaction from you? What a greedy little thing. Don’t worry. I’ll cook one of your favourites, too. You worked hard on the puzzle, after all. 

[Ruki settles in for sleep.]

I’m looking forward to seeing your reaction tomorrow.

[a-romantics-guide-to-life]

╰┈ 𝓶𝔂 𝓳𝓸𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓼𝓪𝓲𝓵𝓸𝓻 𝓫𝓸𝓵𝓭 ┈➤

𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 : when sailing, pirates, fishermen, and the navy alike follow three simple rules. one, respect the sea and all of its wealth. two, stay alive. and number three, when you see any kind of merfolk, don’t wait, just shoot.

𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 : mentions of injury, blood, shooting, drowning, descriptions of anatomy,

𝓪/𝓷 : based on @francixoxoxo's beautiful pirate!billy x mermaid!reader au! i haven't stopped thinking about this au so here is my take on it! hope you enjoy!

Every sailor knows that the ocean hosts the biggest mysteries of man. From the gaping depths that not even the dead can reach, to the beauty of the reefs and fish that swam the waters blue. And, yet it is still unknown to man the difference between a mermaid and a siren. 

See, sirens be a dangerous thing. Heavenly and beautiful, but deadly nonetheless. They’ve got no human in them, making humans their number one prey. They’ll lure you in with a song so sweet, you’ll hear the tune for the rest of your life. They’ll trick you with their beauty. Their scales shimmering in the light, even offering them modesty by covering the swells of their breasts. But, as soon as any sailor lets their guard down, they reveal their fangs. 

They drag sailors and fisherman alike down, drowning out their screams as the sirens sink their fangs into the flesh of man. Which is why, sailors alike all follow three very simple rules all of equal value.

Number one, respect the sea and its wealth. Do not take it for granted for you may find your fishing nets empty or even your ship wrecked.

Number two, stay alive. This one should be very self-explanatory, yet some still decide to throw themselves overboard anyway. They clearly didn’t get the message.

And number three, when you see any kind of merfolk, don’t wait, just shoot.

Billy never understood these rules, he always thought they were contradictory. How can one respect the sea when one is expected to shoot its people on sight? He loved the sea and would never dare to shoot someone who called the deep blue home. Which is why he prayed that he would never encounter any merfolk on his excursions at sea.

Even his family, a family of sailors and navy men alike, had never encountered merfolk. Billy had grown up with a father that told stories of his and his crew's trips out on the sea. His mother had grown up right on the beach, sharing stories that her fisherman father had told her. His own brother, Jo, had always dreamed of sailing away on the deep ocean blue and finding adventure. Jo would often beg his older brother to take him out on the small sailing boat that their father had made just for the two of them. And of course, Billy would oblige.

He’d get the sail ready and he would hoist Jo up and onto the boat before pushing away from the shore. Billy would quickly jump on to the mini boat, causing it to rock back and forth as the sounds of Jo laughter and their parents shouts of care. He would steer the ship left and then right, zig zagging on the ocean. Finally, once night fell, Billy would help Jo lay down on the deck, pointing out constellations.

“You see that one, o’er then Jo? That one is called the North star.” Billy would point up, his finger seemingly touching the bright star as it glimmered in the dark night sky.

“N why is that Billy?” Jo would ask, bringing his hand up next to his brother, reaching his hand so that hopefully, it would be as long as his older brothers. Billy would chuckle and lower his arm, noticing his little brother. Billy would then wrap an arm around Jo as he helped Jo sit up, slowly steering them back to shore.

“That’s cause it leads true north Jo. It’s mighty helpful to us sailors so don’t you forget it.”

Once they reached shore, their Ma would already have dinner cooked, most likely seafood stew or grilled fish depending on what was caught that week. Their Pa would be awaiting them, blankets in hand, asking about their adventure. Jo would then happily tell his Pa everything Billy had taught him, from how to steer the boat to everything about the stars. 

It was on nights like those that Billy wished that he was with them. The stars glittering in the skies while Billy sailed never failed to make him homesick. When he had finally become old enough to sign himself up on a crew with his friend Jesse Evans, Billy waved bye to his parents and Jo embarked on a fishing boat. He continued to write to his brother about his adventures as a sailor as the crew slowly but surely grew. Billy found that he had more and more to write about as they traveled quite frequently, selling all that they fished to the locals in the town or even trading them for other commodities. Slowly, their crew grew and their ship became lively with the chatter of the boys dreaming about the ladies in the next port town they anchor in. 

Billy never joined in on conversations like those. He didn’t dream about one night stands with women who’ll forget your name by morning. No, Billy dreamed about love so grand that it’d contest his love of the ocean and his family. He yearned for a love so wrong that it felt right. He couldn’t help but look at the ocean, praying to the big blue that he would find someone who'll love him as he loved her.

As he gazed up at the stars that night, Billy played the fiddle and sang to the ocean about adventure and love hoping that it would sing right back to him.

You had always wanted to see the stars.

Your father, however, had forbidden it. You see, your father was part of the surface guard, a special force that protected the mermaids and mermen from reaching the surface where the sirens and human sailors were. Of course, as the daughter of the captain of the guard, you had a duty to your father to set a good example for the others in the reef you lived in. Yet, that didn’t stop your curiosity towards humans and the upper world. Your very own mother had been the same way, a likely reason your father hated you took after her. After all, it was that very wonderful curiosity she had that ended up leading to her death. 

You were young when she was harpooned. Your mother had been checking up on your father since he was on guard duty that day. She loved visiting your father not only because she got to see the love of her life but also because she got glimpses of the surface. She even kept a detailed log of what she observed every time which she had passed on to you. 

But on that fateful day, she wouldn’t be able to write about the cruel sailors that caught a poor turtle in the net. She would never be able to tell you how your brave father had frantically thrown his spear to cut the net your mother was about to get herself tangled in.  And even your father would never be able to muster enough courage to tell you the sound he made when he saw the harpoon cut straight through your mothers chest, smile on her face as she whispered to your father one last time…

“I love you.”

He had changed after that day. He hated humans, even more than sirens who plundered their food stores and murdered mermaids and humans alike. He hated how you took after your mother, her eyes reflecting in your own. He couldn’t even bear the thought of losing you like he had lost your mother.

So, he cracked down on the siren and human infestation. He shot and killed any man that drifted close into their reef. He also made sure that no mermaid or merman ever reached close enough to the surface to get harpooned. 

Of course, that didn’t stop you from breaking your fathers rules. Turns out, there was a shipwreck not even an hour swim away from your darling reef. You loved visiting it even if it was well within harpooning range of the sailors that sailed right above it. That didn;t stop you though. You loved looking through the chests of treasures like human clothes and even a human gun. You loved all the thinga-majigs you found, even if no one was with you to admire it. 

Although, your favorite part about the shipwreck was that it was close enough to the surface for you to get a glimpse of the bright lights that littered the night sky. You had never dared to go above the surface. The old women in your reef telling stories about mermaids who became sirens the minute they breathed in fresh air. No mermaid in their right mind would ever want to become a siren so of course, all the young mermaids did their best to stay away from the surface. Even you were still a little afraid of the surface and the air above. 

And yet, that didn’t stop you now. 

Although in truth, the position you found yourself currently in was just a big instance of wrong place at the right time. 

You were just swimming to your little hideaway when you suddenly got caught in a big confrontation between a group of guards and sirens. One of the other sirens had pulled you into their group, not realizing that you were a mermaid. But of course, out of fear, you had clammed up because who knew what they would do to you if they found out you weren’t one of their own. You had followed them, making sure that your hair covered your breasts in fear they would see the peaks and murder you in an instant. 

So you swam, watching the sirens in fascination. Soon, you came upon a human ship, nets in the water and anchored down. The sirens surely got into position, swarming around the ship, slowly humming. One of the sirens pushed you, shoving you into formation. Slowly, each of the sirens started singing. The tune was haunting yet beautiful. Yet, as you slowly reached the surface, you heard another voice singing. This one wasn’t as perfect or smooth as a pearl, it was deep and rough. That’s when you spotted him. 

Up on the ship, sat a human. His face twisted in concentration as he hummed the harmony to the stringed instrument on his shoulder. His chin rested on the tail end of the instrument as he used a long, hairy stick to hit the strings producing a tune so unique and unlike anything you had ever heard. His lips pursed as he hummed louder, the softer. He had hair that looked so soft as if it were the algae that stuck to rocks. And once he opened his eyes, his deep blue ocean eyes widened in panic as he pulled himself away from the raised edge of the boat.

The other sirens had started to sing along to the tune of the human, lulling some of the sailors to whisk their heads over the edge, nearly falling overboard. Some ran back and yelled commands at the others. Your heartbeat spiked, and you felt your skin grow colder and colder with each breath you took of fresh air. You had even forgone looking up at the stars you had so desperately wanted to look at. Your chest started to heave up and down and in fear, you looked down at your breasts, relieved to see that they were still peaked. Those old ladies were just lying, truly a relief. 

What wasn’t a relief was the fact that Billy had been so ignorant of his surroundings while he was playing his fiddle that he didn’t see the merfolk that had flocked to the ship. They had started singing the song Billy had been playing, an old sea shanty about a sailor named William. Their voices creeped up on the sailors as Billy had rushedly started yelling to the crew. Yet that didn’t stop mermaids singing. He rushed to the weapon stores, as did Jesse and many others. Billy rushed as he quickly reloaded the rifle while jogging to his station. 

The sirens continued to sing their haunting tune, their voices growing as they moved closer and closer to the ship. You had followed them of course, adrenaline running high in your veins as you felt your heartbeat in your ear. The sirens had all started to claw their way aboard the sailors ship, all reaching up to the sailors demurely. They put their arms out in front of them, as if inviting the sailors to hoist them up onto the deck. 

Suddenly, a loud bang rang out and the sirens hissed as their fangs came out. They used their specially made algae nets to latch onto the sailors and pull them down into the water. You hurriedly swam away from the commotion as other sirens had also started to flee.

“Filthy little mermaid.” You heard hissed before suddenly being thrown back. You were tossed around as the sirens pushed past you as more and more bangs were heard. You felt small bullets like the one you had found in the human gun whizz past you. You turned to the ship, looking up at the skies that were littered with dots of bright lights. You closed your eyes and prayed that Poseidon would allow you just a few more minutes before sending you to see your mother again.

Billy was frozen, rifle in arm, aimed right at one of the merfolk. His finger was on the trigger, ready and waiting to release a bullet, yet his finger lay frozen as well. It was pure chaos on the ship. Sailors yellin’ and shootin’ the damned sirens that surrounded their ship, trying to pull the sailors down for a quick bite. They were fighting tooth and nail to scatter the merfolk. Many of them had fled and very few were still trying to drown them. 

Still, there was one that lay just below the surface of the water. She had seemed different to the other sirens. Her hair was long and flowy and her breasts were nippled just like a woman’s. But it was her tail that completely threw Billy off. It was slowly moving back and forth, its iridescent color changing in the moonlight as she moved. Once it was pale pinks and blues, then it was bright green and purple. It was like no gem Billy had ever seen yet his gun was aimed right at her. The other sirens' tails were murky colors, drained and tired. Her’s was bright and full of life. Her eyes were trained on the starry night sky just like Billy’s were not even ten minutes ago.

“Oh Kid, ya’ gonna shoot ‘er or what? What’re ye’ waitin’ for?” Jesse yelled at him, Billy turned around and saw Jesse with the harpoon ready and waiting. Billy panicked and shot without really aiming. 

In a flash, you also panicked and swam as quickly as you could to the underside of the ship where most of the sirens had hid. Blood started tainting the water red from where the ocean eyed sailor had shot you. Red hot searing pain rippled through your body as you clamped a hand over the wound on your torso. You looked around, curious because none of the other sirens were attacking you viciously as the people in the reef believed. That is when you noticed how they were working together, slowly rocking the boat left to right. They were going to topple the ship over so that the sailors would drown. The other sirens continued to attack the sailors as more and more bullets whizzed through the water.

Billy had noticed the ship slowly starting to rock. His heart raced as he prepared himself for the worst. He quickly ran to Jesse explaining what he thought was happening. Billy believed that there were sirens underneath the ship, rocking the ship back and forth to topple it over. And that the sirens attacking them were merely a distraction to keep the sailors busy instead of sailing away. Of course, Jesse slowly also started to notice the rocking.

Jesse yelled at the crew, opening the sails and getting the row boats ready just in case. They slowly started to rock more and more. Suddenly, rain started pouring and the wind picked up, moving the ship slowly as it started to rock more and more. 

One of the newer crewmates screamed as he fell overboard, barely catching the taffrails of the ship. Billy ran over to help the poor guy when a siren latched onto his legs, trying to pull him down. The boy's cries for help grew louder and louder as Billy reached for any weapon he could pry the siren off of the sailor with. He found a harpoon in hand and Billy paused. He knew he shouldn’t but it was either the young sailor or the siren. Billy aimed and then the siren screeched out in pain falling down, down, down. He hoisted the young boy up as the boat continued to rock.

You saw the siren harpooned in front of you, the sirens screaming out in madness. After all, the sirens were one big family. They cared for each other, that much you could tell as all the sirens banded together to avenge their fallen sister. You wondered if that was what your father had seen when your mother was harpooned. Had he seen the skin go sickly pale and red enveloped his vision? Or had he seen her scales go brittle and her tail seize up? In honesty, you didn’t want to know because if he had seen something even remotely similar to what was in front of you, you knew you wouldn’t want to relive that nightmare again.

You swam up to watch what the sirens would do. All at once, sailors and fish as cool as ice were falling into the sea as the sirens ripped and gnawed at the sailors ship. You saw the sailor shoot more and more of the sirens as you had been shot. But, one of the sailors, the one with deep blue eyes, was weaponless. He was trying to get some of the other sailors to put away their harpoons. Why? You didn’t know or understand. 

Suddenly, the ship started to sink, more of the sirens pulling the sailors down. The ship suddenly split into two, pieces of wood covering the sea and your view. You started to swim when you saw sailors swimming away or continuing to shoot and harpoon the sirens. Slowly, prey in tow, the sirens started swimming away one by one. You too started to swim away when you noticed the blue-eyed sailor. His face calmed as he shut his eyes and moved his lips slowly.

When Billy had been pulled underwater, the first thing he thought of was his poor mother. How would she take the news of his death, he wondered. How would lil Jo take it? His father would be furious, that's for sure. Not only at the ocean but the merfolk as well. Would anyone else mourn Billy? That, he was unsure of. He had closed his eyes, resigning to his fate. And yet, he was happy to have died this way. In the arms of his favorite place. The water didn’t feel cold or deadly, it was suddenly warm and enveloping. He thanked God like his mother had for being granted this life, no matter how short it was. He thanked Poseidon as his father had for being granted this death. Slowly Billy lost consciousness as could no longer hold his breath, letting water take over his body and wash him away from the land of the living.

You, on the other hand, had started to hoist the sailor up towards the surface. He was by no means light, making your tail work extra hard just to slowly reach the surface. Once you had, it was just a matter of where the closest beach was. You didn’t want to leave the man for dead because after all, he tried to stop his friends from outright harpooning them. Sure, he may have shot at you with a gun but wounds like those were easy to heal. You had started to swim to shore, remembering every so often that humans couldn’t breathe underwater. Once you finally reached the shore, you lay him down on the sand. His eyes were still closed so you checked if he had any life left in him. You pressed you ear to his chest, hoping that men too had hearts that beat like yours. You felt the slight rhythm so you decided to hit his chest hoping that it would get the water out of his weak human lungs. 

Up close, he was beautiful, you thought. He looked so different to the mermen in your reef. You traced his jaw with your hands as you felt the slight roughness of his chin. You moved the hair away from his forehead, noticing how light it felt. You pressed down on his chest again, hoping that it would finally wake him up. What good was it if he just ended up dying after you had brought him back to land? You opened his mouth, noticing how soft his lips felt. You recalled how your father said that humans breathed out deadly gasses while merfolk breathed out air that humans could breathe which is why sailors alike looked to be kissed by mermaids many moons ago. Then, you lightly pressed your lips to his, breathing out air into his lungs. 

Billy woke up with a start. He turned to his side and coughed out water, his throat burning from the salt and expelling the water. His eyes squinted underneath the harsh sun he found himself under. He looked around, taking in the beach that he now lay upon. That's when he finally saw you. His eyes trailed down from your face all the way down to your gem-like tail. 

Billy noted your beauty that was incomparable to any other woman he had ever seen. Your hair was silky and your eyes were big and bright. He saw your bare breasts that seemed like they would fit perfectly in his rough hands. You were looking at him with those glowy eyes of yours, your head tilted. 

“Well good morning sunshine.” You smiled brightly at him.

“G’morning darlin’,” he smiled back, you noticed how boyishly he smiled much like the young boys in your reef, “Ya’ wouldn’t happen to know where we are, would ya?”

“Well, no, I don’t. But,” you practically sang, you voice sweeping over Billy like a tsunami,” its land. And there should be a human town somewhere over there.”

“So not only did ya make sure I didn’t drown, ya also brought me to land where I can breathe?”

“Well isn’t that a silly question,” you giggled, chuckling at how silly he was. You found yourself entranced by him and you didn’t even know his name. 

And that feeling was reciprocated. Billy found himself enchanted by you, of course, probably because you were merfolk. He didn’t think you were a siren though, but he had been taught that sirens and mermaids are one in the same.

“Well, since ya did all that for me, thank you. Really.” Billy had sat up and brushed a lock of your hair behind your ear. You then pressed your cheek against his hand, reveling in the warmth of his palm. 

“Then I suppose you're welcome, human.”

“I do have a name y’know,” he laughed.

“And yet you still haven’t told me exactly what that name is. Shame, I suppose I’ll just have to call you human from now on.” 

“Then I suppose I'll have to call you darlin’ from now on. Though I wouldn’t mind you calling me Billy, seein’ as it’s my name ‘n all.”

“Sounds like a deal, sailor.” You smiled, slowly splashing your tail around in the water. He asked your name so you told him in that sweet voice of yours. Billy found himself wanting to talk more and more to you, he wanted every single laugh and chuckle to himself. He was selfishly in love with you.

And you had found yourself wanting to know more and more about Billy. You wanted to know more about the story behind the sailor, wanted his deep and smooth voice to drown you like the sirens had drowned the humans. Both of you willing to drown as long as it was with each other. Billy had found that the sea did sing his song back and you had found that the sea led you right to its biggest treasure. 

Respect the sea and all of its treasures, they said. And it, too, will give you treasure.

I had so much fun writing this and would love to hear your thought on my rendition of this au! Love love love @francixoxoxo's beautiful mind and this beautiful au!

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Personal update!

Hey everyone! I started to write this at 9:40 am, then I got distracted and did not post it right away but I guess activity on tumblr at that time is low anyway.

I am happy to report that I am still going strong with my changed day/night cycle. It's not always easy, I don't get into bed early enough on some days and feel pretty groggy the next. But this is always where I get defeated - I think okay, sleeping in for half an hour won't be a problem... but then I go to bed even later and the cycle goes backwards really quickly. This time I am determined to stay strong even if that means I walk around like a zombie and drink 1.5 liters of black tea on some days to keep me awake 😆

I guess it takes time to adjust the evening routines too. On these "useless" days, I often play Anno 1800 which is engaging and relaxing at the same time. I often quit the game to mod this and that in the game, so my brain is pretty engaged still and this is how I like it most days.

Since new habits need at least 6 weeks to be counted as a new stable habit, I will focus only on my sleep rhythm for the time being and allow myself to take a mental break from other projects to eliminate the inner expectation of working on those when I know it is unreasonable at this time. It also does me good to let go of any pressure to create TS3 content. I know it has been a while but it does nobody any good if I guilt myself because of it. I often get negative feelings around my simblr lately and it sucks, like I am really unsure about the few AI patterns I made and the poll made me really question what I should do since it is pretty divided. I do not know whether those are more random people who answered the poll or people who often engage in my blog anyway. So I don't really know if I should release those patterns at all or if people come and harass me over them if I do. But not releasing them would mean that energy to create them would be truly wasted, I think? If the images exist already, shouldn't they be used to make it count? Because thinking of that makes me uneasy, I put my creative energy into Anno 1800 for the time being which is not emotionally loaded. I am way too disorganized to really do beauty building, and most of the time I am just happy when my population get the goods they want 😆but modding another item that helps with that or editing other people's mods to fit my needs is fun and satisfying. It's a bit like editing tuning mods for Sims 3 (just with some more complicated layers added depending on the mod).

Knowing myself, I will get another pattern idea soon enough though, and sweater season is fast approaching which means I get into the mood of creating more cozy patterns, hopefully! I want to give a shoutout to people who have shown my patterns in screenshots lately. I admit I am not very active on tumblr at the moment and do not see everything I should. Memorable ones were @martassimsbook and @gittessimsadventuresog, but anyone else please feel addressed too! It means a lot to me to see my patterns in use, it makes me feel validated and useful and lifts my spirits. It also helps to dispel some of my negative thoughts (maybe patterns do not go obsolete after all if people are still using them). I'm really happy they are so useful to you! A lot of you probably do not post many gameplay screenshots but use my patterns anyway, I cannot forget about you 💜thanks for all the support!

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Remember me

Warnings: smut if you blink, undetailed description of sex

A/N: Ayo, here's another old one of mine. This was my personal favorite of my own stories, mostly because of the end hahaha

The last sentense always makes me want to kick and scream into my pillow from the fluffness.

I started writing a few new ones and will post one soon. So stay tuned! 🖤

The accident happens when you are fifteen, on a stormy autumn night. That’s all you remember.

Your parents – and the healers – fill you in of course, on multiple occasions, but it’s all you remember. You don’t remember the curse hitting you, or the masked woman casting it at you. You don’t remember being rushed to St. Mugos or being in ICU for almost two weeks.

What you do remember is a healer telling your parents that you may suffer from short term memory loss. That it’s an uncommon curse that hit you that night and that with time, it will hopefully go away.

It doesn’t.

At first, it’s hard. At first, it’s just about everything. You don’t remember what you had for breakfast. Don’t remember how you got to class, or what the next one will be. Over time, though, you, your parents, and your healers come up with a few methods to help you remember certain things. Making lists helps the most, as does setting alarm clocks.

And the healers aren’t wrong. Your memory does get better over time, but it doesn’t go back to normal. And by the time you are seventeen, of age and finished with school, they’re pretty sure that it’s not going to get much better.

The thing about your memory is that you cannot choose what you do or do not forget. It’s not something that’s set in stone. There’s no equation to say who and what you will remember the next day and what you won’t. Sometimes they’re simple things like names. And sometimes, after meeting a person enough times, you eventually remember them. Sometimes you don’t. Sometimes on bad days, you forget the people you’ve known for months and then on good days, you remember them again, clear as day.

On bad days, you have difficulty remembering where you put your wand and must set an alarm clock to remind yourself to take your medication, to eat lunch. On bad days you sit outside on a bench, pounding angrily on your head, because you can’t remember where you are, how you got there and how the hell you’re supposed to get home.

Thankfully you have more good days than bad. Thankfully, you have a few friends that have been around since before the accident – once you can remember – and they help you through the rough days.

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You meet Severus when you’re twenty-three. Or well, you’re pretty sure you do, anyway.

You start working at The Three Broomsticks, Rosmerta being your older sister, has no problem hiring you and you live together in the small flat above the pub. You find out right away, that bar tending is something that comes easy to you. Something that you can work with.

You make lists of all the whiskeys and beers available and tape them behind the counter just in case you forget. And after two years of working there, it’s very rare that you do. When a customer orders a drink, you make sure to either make it immediately, or write it down so you don’t forget. And while it’s challenging, especially on busy night, it helps. It helps to work somewhere fast-pasted. It helps to work somewhere where you to be on your toes.

You happen to meet Severus on a relatively busy night.

Saturdays are always busy, at least during the school year, and while you’re not the only barmaid working, you’re swamped. Thankfully, Rosmerta is back there with you, helping and reminding you if you forget something, which thankfully is few and far between. You’re having a good day. Saturdays are good days.

You’re in the middle of making a drink for a regular when a young, blonde man, as well as a couple of other people take the three open seats on the far end of your side of the counter.

"I'll be with you in a minute," You call, finishing up.

And then you forget.

Someone else in front of you orders a drink and you begin to make it before you glance to your left again.

Shit.

"Sorry about that," You say, once you finally make it to the far end of the counter, "What can I get you guys?"

The blonde orders for the three of them. And while it's something easy - just three Butterbeers - you scribble it down quickly on your notepad, just in case. As you walk away, you hear one of the three of them remark on it -

"She really needed to write that down?"

- and have to bite your tongue. While you’ve dealt with your fair share of bullying over the years because of your memory, you still have a hard time not saying anything back. You have a hard time not picking a fight with someone twice the size of you.

"They're not worth it," Rosmerta always tells you, as if you don't remember the million other times, she's said that to you. And while you know she's right - how are they supposed to know? - You still can't help the way it makes your blood boil.

You make the mistake of setting the notepad down after taking their order, mind too focused on ways to tell them off, and it takes you almost five minutes before you remember. Thankfully, they're still waiting, and you rush over with their drinks, without even so much as a "sorry" or any other kind of parting word. Rosmerta would be disappointed, but you don't care. They were rude.

As you turn to walk away, you hear another one of them grumble -

"Jesus. Took her long enough."

- and you’re about to turn on your heel, but a voice stops you.

"You can at least try not to be such a dunderhead and show some manners." The silky voice drawls angrily. You turn around to see a dark-haired, handsome man sitting next to them, fire whiskey in hand. You can’t remember serving him.

“P-Professor Snape, I –we…” The blond splutters.

“I can distinctly remember that I have taught you better.” He narrows his eyes at them before hissing, “Now pay for your drinks and leave before I forget myself.”

They do as they were told, and you internally thank the stranger.

At the end of the night, You and Rosmerta are closing when she chuckles softly to herself.

“What’s so funny?”

“Severus,” she says, holding a small piece of parchment up. You raise an eyebrow as in ‘who?’ and she explains. “The one that told of these jerks earlier. He’s a regular. You should recognize him by now.”

It takes a second for you, but eventually you remember. How could you forget about that uncomfortable encounter? “What about him?”

She hands you the parchment, allowing you to read it for yourself. “Seems like he likes you.” She remarks.

You sigh, snatching the paper from her hand and look down on it. And scrawled ot in a spidery handwriting is a small note, it reads, “Sorry about these jerks. I tried to teach them better.”

You snort and fold the parchment neatly to place it in your robes.

“A regular, you say. Is he a teacher at Hogwarts?”

“Yes. Severus Snape. I remember him from his school days. A nice bloke. But he never happened to have many friends and there were rumours he was a death eater…” She mutters.

A chill runs down your spine at the word death eater.

“But these rumours pretty much died after he started working at Hogwarts. No one truly believes Dumbledore would have hired a death eater.” She laughs and turns to look at you, smiling.

“He should be around your age, maybe a little bit older. He is pretty cute, isn’t he?”

“I don’t even remember what he looked like,” You respond, rolling your eyes.

“Really?” Rosmerta asks, suddenly feeling bad.

You can’t help the grin that stretches across your face at that.

“Oh, you asshole!” She yells, smacking you with her tea towel.

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The next day you open the pub by yourself, and not even thirty minutes later, a tall handsome man with long black hair walks in and sits down.

You abandon the rag you use to wipe down one of the tables and take your place behind the counter, sans-notepad. “What can I get you?” You ask, leaning slightly against the countertop.

The man eyes you for a moment, as if expecting something else, before he clears his throat. “I, uh – Just a Butterbeer, thanks.”

You retrieve his drink for him, take his money and as you’re about to go back to cleaning you’re interrupted.

“I’m sorry again,” The man says, catching your attention and causing you to turn around, “About last night.”

You furrow your brows in confusion, racking your brain for something – anything –

What did he do last night

Before giving up.

“What happened last night?”

The man stares at you for a moment, mouth open, before he groans, “Oh Merlin, you don’t even remember. Now I’m just the asshole who’s reminding you.”

You can't help but smile slightly at his obvious discomfort. He seems nice – slightly grumpy and maybe a little stressed - but nice. And though he seems like he's in agony, apologizing for something that you don't even remember, you decide to milk it. He is pretty handsome, after all.

"Trust me," you joke, "I don't remember a lot of things."

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The third time you see him, you remember his face, but not his name. It's on a Friday night, before the pub gets busy, and he's there alone. As usual, you assume.

You chat with him for a minute - just small talk - all while trying to force yourself to remember his name. You remember that smile, his cheekbones, and his dark eyes from the last time you saw him but not his name. Of all times for you to forget something...

You want to smack yourself, but thankfully, someone greets him with his last name and his first name hits you like a truck, repeating it in your head, over and over again -

Severus Snape. Severus Snape. Of course, it had to be a weird fucking name.

Rosmerta comes in to close that night, and when she walks behind the counter, she grins wide at you.

"Oh Merlin," You mutter, "What's that look for?"

"Nothing," she says as she passes you, but her grin doesn't fade. "Severus is here."

You role your eyes. "I'm aware of that."

"Just thought I'd remind you," She teases back. And when it earns another eye-roll from you, she adds, "He's checking you out."

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The fourth time that you see him, you still can't remember his name.

And the fourth time you see him, Severus asks you out.

"I-I just wanted to know if m-maybe you wanted to get coffee or something or-" he’s saying, all nervous, and stuttering, and while it's flattering and of course you want to say yes, all you can think of is the fact that you can't remember his name. That you don't even know how many times you talked to this guy now. You know it's a few, and you know that he is a teacher at Hogwarts but that's all you can remember, and eventually, you reach up, pinching the bridge of your nose and closing your eyes tight.

Severus seems to take that as his cue to stop talking, and your eyes immediately fly open.

"I'm sorry-" Severus stops, but you cut him off.

"I'm sorry," You insist, "But what's your name again?"

And while - for a split second, there's that tell-tale hint of worry in his eyes - he manages a smile, and says, "Severus."

"Severus," You repeat, remembering something your healer told you -

Repeating someone's name at least three times after you meet them helps you remember it.

- "I'd like that, yeah."

Severus’ eyes widen, as if your answer catches him off guard. "You-"

"Yeah, I'd like to get coffee with you," you confirm.

By the end of your shift you have set an alarm for two-o-clock on Tuesday -

Date with Severus. The handsome teacher from the pub.

- you note in your little notebook.

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Severus is an absolute gentleman. And throughout the date, your previous suspicions of him being an intelligent, interesting man are confirmed. You’re happy and talkative and bright and he’s reserved but listens carefully to anything you say. And as you talk, you can't help the way that your eyes linger on his lips or hands or even his hair, as if trying to memorize him. 

And as you talk, sitting in a little corner of Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop, you start dreading a certain part of your conversation more and more. You start dreading it because you really do like Severus. He's got a good sense of humour and an even better taste in literature and he wants to travel too and -

And you hate dates, because at some point, you have to decide if the person is someone you'd like to keep seeing. And at some point, you have to tell them about your memory. And sometime after that point, the person in question decides that they don't want to see you anymore.

After a couple of hours - long after your coffee has gone cold and you've run out of new things to talk about - you realize that you’ve reached that point.

You open your mouth to say something, but Severus speaks first.

"Look, I don't want this to come off as too forward," He starts, "And if you're not interested I’d understand completely. But I really would like to see you again. Outside of your work, obviously."

And your heart absolutely sinks.

You clear your throat, "I uh, I actually need to tell you something, first."

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When you get home early that evening, you shut the door behind yourself and sink to the floor, head in his hands. Rosmerta is up from the couch within seconds, crouching down in front of you.

"(Y/N)?" She asks softly, "Is everything okay?"

You just groan in response.

"Did he-" She starts, but you cut her off.

"He's fucking perfect," You mutter through your hands, and at that, Rosemerta lets out a laugh.

"So, I take it the date went well?"

You nod against your hands, still hiding your face. "More than well."

"Okay..." She says, cocking her head to the side, "So what's with the little fit about?"

It's silent for a few beats while you compose yourself before you pull your hands away, muttering, "I don't want to fuck it up."

"(Y/N)," She groans, "You're not going to fuck it up."

"I might not, but this might," You reply, pointing at your head. And though Rosmerta doesn’t say anything in response, you know very well from experience that it’s a possibility. Even though Severus had seemed completely fine with it, even asking a few questions, wondering what he could do to make things easier for you, there’s still a possibility that your memory could ruin things. There’s always that possibility.

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Thankfully your next two date fall on good days.

When Severus shows up at the flat, you answer the door with a smile, letting him in without missing a beat. And while you ask a few questions that you already asked on your first date, Severus doesn’t even mention it. He doesn’t even bat an eye. He just repeats his answers, as if it was the first time that you asked.

And when Severus brings you home after dinner – thankfully remembering the way to the flat when you draw a blank at first – he walks you to the door, fingers lingering on your arm for a few seconds.

"I had a great time," Severus says, and Merlin it's so cliché it hurts.

Even you catch it, smirking before asking, "So is this where we kiss or...?"

And with a small smile, Severus shrugs - "I guess so," - and leans down, hand soft on the side of your face, and places a quick kiss on your lips.

On your third date, you watch some movies and while you're sitting close on the couch, Severus’ hand resting easily on your leg, something hits you.

"We've kissed already, right?" You ask, turning to look up at him, and to your relief, the look on Severus’ face isn't of disappointment. It isn't a look that says "oh, Merlin she's already forgotten."

No, instead, it's a wide, endearing smile before he nods. "Yeah, we have."

You nod, vaguely remembering it. It had been cliché, outside of your flat door. "Refresh my memory?" You try, and at that, Severus actually laughs.

"How many times have you tried that line?" He asks, even as he leans in close.

You shrug and deadpan, "I don't remember."

And to your relief, Severus’ smile only widens. "Oh," He says, voice lowering as he tilts your chin up, just slightly, thumb running over your jaw, before sealing your lips with his.

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Your fourth date ends in tangled limbs and out of breath gasps, and Severus pressing a wet kiss onto your temple as he rolls off you, sweaty and gross, but also still attractive as ever. you watch the way the muscles in his back move as he reaches over for his wand to cast a cleaning spell. You find yourself staring, eyes following the slope of the small of his back, down his cute butt...

Severus sighs happily, rolling over to face you again.

You mimic him, propping your head up on your elbow. You find your eyes mapping out Severus’ lean chest as well, down his neck, noting the way his collar bone juts out, just like his hipbones and -

"Eyes are up here," Severus teases softly, and you glance up, smiling.

"Sorry," You mutter, "Just storing it away."

And he flashes you a sly little grin, glancing at the clock over his shoulder. "We've got some time before your sister gets home," He says coyly, "If you want me to refresh your memory."

You chuckle, "You think I need it?"

He nods in response, leaning in to press a quick kiss on your lips. Then another. "Definitely," He murmurs in between pecks, "You know, just in case."

The morning after your fourth date, however, begins with you rolling over in your bed - expecting a big, empty space to your right, and finding another body lying peacefully next to you. Your eyes fly open, your hand coming up to cover your mouth before a scream could escape, and you immediately scoot backward so fast that you actually fall off of the bed with a loud thud.

"Fuck," You mutters, "Fuck, fuck-"

You rip one of the blankets off your bed when you realize that you’re completly naked on the floor and quickly wrap it around your chest, just as the man in your bed stirs, turning over.

"(Y/N)?" He asks, silky voice sleepy, “You alright?”

"Rosy!" You call, voice wavering, even as you make eye contact with him. And while he isn't bad looking - and while you are certain that he's in his bed for good reasons - you can't for the love of God remember who he is or how he got there or what happened last night, and that terrifies you. It always has. The worst days are the days that you can't remember the entire day before. The worst days are when you can't remember someone that you’ve met multiple times.

Your bad days have been the cause of many breakups, and though you don't know the context of the man in your bed, you already know that it's safe to assume that this episode - that you on the floor, on the verge of a panic attack - will more than likely scare him away, too, just like everyone else.

Thankfully, a half-awake Rosmerta bursts through the door, pausing for a moment when her eyes come to rest on the half-naked Severus in your bed, before making her way to you. You’re on the ground, clutching the blanket around your body and gasping for air, eyes wide, body trembling.

"Hey, hey," She murmurs, kneeling in front of you, holding onto your arms, "you’re alright, it's okay. Deep breaths. Can you do that? Take deep breaths for me."

"Is there anything I can do?" Severus asks quietly from the other end of the room, and without even looking up, Rosmerta replies.

"You can get dressed," She says, eyes still on you, "And get me a glass of water, please."

"Hey..." She breaths, catching your chin with her fingers when you start to breathe heavy again, gaze lingering on Severus for a second too long, "Look at me. You're alright, okay?"

You nod shakily, sucking in a few quick, deep breaths, "Okay."

"Do you remember anything?" She asks, he hands rubbing up and down your arms softly, soothingly.

You shake your head back and forth in a fast, jerky movement.

"Nothing?" She asks, just to be sure.

"No," you rasps, "I don't know who that is, I don't-"

"Shh, it's okay," She coos, "It's alright, you'll remember, just give it time, okay. This has happened before, remember?"

You nod shakily, "I know."

"So you'll be alright, just take deep breaths," She instructs. There's a rustling on the other side of the room and she glances up to where the dark-haired man stands in the doorway. He doesn't step foot in the room, though, for fear of overstepping some invisible line, and though you don't remember him, not yet, he can't help but like that.

He doesn't look hurt or angry, just concerned.

Rosmerta convinces you to take a hot shower -

"Maybe it'll clear your head."

- and while you’re certain that it won't help as much as she hopes it will, you do need a shower. You feel gross and sticky, and just the thought of why makes your head spin and your stomach feel sick.

While you’re in the shower, Rosmerta waits with Severus in the kitchen, making a pot of coffee.

"I can leave," he says quietly, looking down at his mug, "If I need to."

She eyes him carefully at that, as if she's heard those words before. And hell, she probably has. "Do you want to leave?" She asks at last. The question is laced with plenty of unspoken words, the most prominent being “If you leave now, don’t plan on coming back.”

And while Severus is quiet for a moment, he's certain when he answers with a soft, "No."

"Then you don't need to," She replies, shooting him a smile as she sits down across from him at the table. "If you have any questions, now is the time to ask."

Severus takes a deep breath. He knows that Rosmerta is used to this. She's used to seeing people that get freaked out by you and your memory and your episodes, but Severus isn't one of those people. He's not freaked out. Concerned, but not freaked out.

"Is she going to be alright?"

She smiles, "Oh yeah, she'll be fine. She bounces back pretty quick nowadays."

"And she'll-"

"Remember you?" Rosmerta supplies, seemingly reading his thoughts, "Yeah. I can't guarantee that she will today, but yes, she will."

Severus nods, and it's quiet for a moment before Rosmerta is speaking again.

"Snape."

"Hmm?" He looks up, and to his surprise, she looks incredibly serious, hands gripping her coffee mug tight.

"Are you serious about this?" She asks, eyes narrowed, "About her?"

The question catches him a little off guard and he stammers for a moment when he answers, "I uh - yeah. Yeah, I am."

She watches him for a few seconds, expression unchanging, as if trying to read him, and it hits him hard - though he had already suspected it - that this isn't the first time that you have been through this. That it's not the first time that she's been through watching people get scared off by her sister.

"I'm not going anywhere," He says, keeping eye contact as he speaks, "Unless she asks me to."

You don't ask him to.

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Six months later you start writing the notes to yourself.

Severus is at your flat or the pub more often than not, and one evening he sits down next to you in the living room as you’re pulling a new composition notebook out of a bag and writing "Severus" on the front of it in big, black letters.

"What are you doing?" He asks, handing setting you coffee in front of you at the table.

"Making a list," you mutter, as if it's a no-brainer. You open the notebook up to a fresh page, but don't begin writing anything yet.

"A list about me?" Asks Severus, reaching out to thumb at the notebook.

You nod. "When uh... When I was recovering, the healers said that making lists and writing notes to yourself can help you remember things easier."

"So, you're making a list about me," he repeats, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Yes," you reply in an exasperated voice, "And if you keep asking that, the first thing that's going in this list is 'Severus Snape is an annoying little shit.'"

Severus chuckles, "language -"

"Yep," You bite, scribbling something on the paper, "That's it. You asked for it."

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Most days are good days. Most days, you remember Severus, especially after you've been together for over a year. Most days are good, but that doesn't mean that you don't have a bad day every once in a while. It doesn't mean that you don't have a lapse in memory every once in a while, blanking on the name of the attractive man sitting next to you on the couch.

"I'm sorry, I-"

"Sev," he says, before you even have the chance to get the question out one night while you're watching some muggle movie. He rests a hand soft on your knee, sparing you a soft smile, "Severus Snape, to be exact." He's had to answer the question a small handful of times now, enough to know when it's coming.

And your mouth curls up into a small smile as well - of course, how could you forget Sev? - and you mutter out a quiet, "Nice to meet you, Sev," before he shushes you, earning a laugh from Rosmerta, where she sits on the other couch.

Most days are good days, but that doesn't stop you from waking up some mornings, in bed next to Severus, mind drawing a blank. Sometimes, you'll remember him - you know who he is - but you don't remember anything about him, and that's when your notes come in handy. On those mornings, you will climb out of bed quietly, tip-toeing across the room to your desk where you open a drawer and pull out the small, beat up composition notebook.

You always flip to the most recent page - those seem to jog your memory the best - and smile.

On one particular morning, you roll over, eyes blinking open slowly, and vision taking a moment to focus on the sleeping form next to you. You know it's Sev.  you've been dating for... A year now? Year and a half? You can't quite remember, but you also can't remember his favorite color right now either. Or where he lives.

Did he move in with you? Is he just staying the night?

Without hesitation, you roll sleepily out of bed, making your way over to your desk and flipping open the notebook. The most recent page is from the previous evening, and you smile as soon as you see it.

"You love Sev's hipbones. Seriously, you fucking love that shit. If he's sleeping right now - which he probably is - look over there. I can guarantee that you'll be able to see them. Now tell me you don't want to fucking kiss them. I'm right, aren't I?"

You snort at your own note, but still glance across the room toward Sev's sleeping form. Sure enough, the blanket over him is high enough to cover his groin, but low enough to expose his lean hips, and you can't help but agree with your note. You did write it, after all.

You flip to the page before it, just for something else to read.

"You love him. And in case you're wondering who I'm talking about, he's the tall, handsome, grumpy looking guy that you're probably freaking out about being in your bed right now. It's okay, you want him there. Just go get back in bed and cuddle up next to him. You love the way he clings onto you when he's asleep, even if it does suffocate you a little sometimes. Go give him a big kiss for me or something."

And while your brain is still struggling to catch up - are Sev's eyes black or brown? – you stand up, stretching, and returns to bed.

+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.++.+.+.+.+.+.+.+…+.+

After one great night in particular, almost two years after you start dating, you get home late and the first thing you do is go straight to your room and pull out the notebook, before you forget.

"Severus asked you to move in with him to his chambers in the castle today " You write, unable to hide the smile.

“And I know this isn't really a journal or a diary, so to speak, but I needed to write this down for you, just in case. Because you're not allowed to forget this one. You've been dating for almost two years, now, by the way. So congratulations.

Seriously, though, Sev is the best thing that's ever happened to you. He's sweet and caring and has stuck with your sorry ass for this long. He lets you joke about your memory and doesn’t get mad and kisses your head like it'll make you get better, and sometimes you believe him. It does help.

So, needless to say, you're moving in with him as soon as possible. Rosy will be upset, but she'll be happy. She loves him too.

Now, if you're freaking out and reading this some morning or whatever and have no idea where you are or who he is, it's okay. You're home, and you love him. Now go kiss him for me."

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Most days are good days. Most days, you have something good - or something funny or something embarrassing - to write in the notebook. And after over two years of mostly good days, you have to buy a second one.

Some days are bad, though. Those are the days that you wish you could erase from your memory forever. You wish you could forget the way that you just lost it one night, while in bed with Sev, hips arching up, up, up, when suddenly, you couldn't remember anything. When suddenly, you just drew a blank. When you didn’t recognize the face of the man above you, saying your name in soft, breathy moans, leaning down to press a kiss to your neck.

Rosy wasn't there that night, and you had been hysterical, but Severus had been there, calm and cool and collected as ever, helping you calm down, just as Rosmerta had taught him. He stays with you, even when you scream at him to get out, and he shows you the notebook, promising you that you'll remember again soon.

Most days are good days, though, and you are eternally grateful for that. It seems that every day you're together, it becomes easier for you to remember, to retain information. Every day that you're together, it's easier for you to wake up in the morning, roll over on your side and place a soft kiss on lips of the man lying in bed with you.

"I don't know what I'd do without you," you murmur one evening, limbs tangled with Sev's underneath thin sheets. Your fingers trace up and down his back, dipping down into his lower back then moving back up to his shoulders.

He smiles, "Probably be significantly less confused some mornings."

You groan in response, closing your eyes. "I was trying to be cute, you know," You mutter, rolling over onto your back, untangling your legs from Sev’s.

He rolls over as well until he's half on top of you again and kisses you quickly a couple of times. "Sorry," He mutters, grinning.

"You better be," You tease, "Don't make me write another embarrassing note about you."

Most days are good days. Most days are easy, comfortable, full of love.

Some days are bad, though, and that's inevitable. Thankfully, you have certain pages bookmarked for those days. Simple pages that read something along the lines of:

"You love him. Trust me."

Or,

"Severus Snape is an annoying little shit."

Or your personal favourite, a page you add a little more than five years after you start dating.

"His name is Severus Snape. You love him and you're marrying him today."

[legs-art]

ELEMENTAL REALM / ECLECTIC CHAMBER OCS!

Hiiiiiii first art post I'm sharing publicly! This has been a month in the making but it's so worth it. These are a handful of characters in my OC universe, the Elemental Realm! AKA the Eclectic Chamber, I'm currently going through a name change from elemental realm to eclectic chamber. Don't worry about that.

Italicized names mean those are placeholders while I still try to come up with a better name. For some, those placeholders have been there for years :P whoops

These comprise pretty much all the significant characters I have (with a guideline of appearing in at least 2 stories although there's some exceptions). There are roughly another 100 or so characters that I opted not to include because they're either not as significant, I don't have an interesting design for them, or I just didn't feel like it. Full namedrop behind the read more in case you're interested! Maybe I'll do a part 2 of this in a year or so, who knows.

If there's any characters here that tickle your fancy, shoot an ask or a comment for me to infodump about them! Quality of infodumping may vary, especially considering I still have to step around spoilers and whatnot, but I'm very interested to show you how these characters have been sculpted in my head over these past several years. (Also, I will be revealing some info about the story ideas I already have in mind for the Elemental Realm soon, so stay tuned for that!)

Uhhhhhh yeah. Hopefully I'm not forgetting to say anything important. I really love what I made lol I hope I can finally start moving this universe outside of my head and into the world ^_^

Anyway, yeah, sorry to the following for not making the cut:

The Pawn

OBJECT

Pirate Cat

Frost Wyvern

The Other Plant Species

Ishmael

Olive Hills Grandmother

Disco Restituo Grandmother

TVHead Salesperson

The Hidden Prime Minister

AtmOS

Operatic Nobeard

KUR-180 (Ferret Form)

Hyperlink Trace II

Squirrel

Wibblewobble Vortex

Cuttlefish "Danger" Aromantic

Sporror

Teodoro Locksmith

Galleria Monies

Vapo Sea Devil

Sternum Crease

Base Sorceress

Nom Diamonds

Zareen Hangus

Mark Genuine

Blundered Impersonator

Alice

Senderman

Jasper

Cow Cowboy

Blood Knight

Ice Prince

Ice Squid

Ice Cephalopod

Stratos

Kozmo

Old Guy With Badger Stand

Overseer

Loomynutty

Blobular Shapeshifter

Santa

Krampus

Chad Shakespeare

Angelsbane

Elephant Friend

The Tourist Trap

Fluffy Boy Rabbit

Fluffy Boy Bear

TTRPG Komodo Dragon

Windmill Gnome

Robot Police Dog

Little Mouse Guy

Perfect Soup Nerd Bird

Sentient Tiny Hot Air Balloon

Lugnarts

Verde Mermaid

Clownimatronic / The Machine

The Crescents

Suntronic

Mongoose Man

Blizzard Wizard

Kulfi Wala

The Beast

Still Chaos Penguin

Caged Water Beast

Metakellos

Monsterfucker Snake Robot

Rodrigo

Crystal Aurora King

Star Matter Ursa

Glorp

ANN-13

Crysple

X-02

Pyramid Of Mayhem

Fishbowl

Top Hat

Alien Traffic Control Tower

Fridgey

Dice

Easel

The Stalker

Majesty Of Colors

Andromeda V5

[broz0neglitters]

Update...

Hello, sorry I have been so inactive. I was juggling three jobs crazy, right? Anyway, Just wanted to inform you all that I have a backup account

is @itsbroz0neglitters, and I will post random troll content or whatever there anyway. I hope you guys will follow this account just in case something happens to this account :)

Again, sorry for being inactive. I will post something on my backup account very soon!

Stay tune and I will hopefully finish some work and publish on here aswell <3

[clangenrising]

Hello, same anon from the sexist city cats ask, but I wanted to ask something else relating to that.

Would this mean that ghost may not be *as* bad of a cat because he seemed to genuinely care for and love smokeyrose? Perhaps some growth after he realized that she had as much personality as any other feline? Maybe he has always been less sexist, but always tried to fit with the other tomcats? Just using my amazing little imagination to make sense of the details. Your writing always seems to give little nudges of a character’s personality, even if it is small or a mundane matter.

The topic of whether or not Ghost is a bad cat is a complicated one that the characters are still figuring out themselves so I don't want to explain too much just yet, but I will say that Ghost is a cat in power who Razor trusts. That alone makes him not a good cat.

And even in his earlier conversations with Smokyrose he pushes her to sleep with him even though he doesn't overstep her boundaries. The question of how much he is grown is up for debate. He may care for Smokyrose but has the way he treats other cats changed?

And even if his motivation has been 'to fit in' rather than 'to belittle women', his actions are what matters and from what Scorch has said, he hasn't been very considerate of his partners' feelings in the past. To steal a phrase from one of my favorite video essayists, Ian Danskin (Innuendo Studios on YouTube), it doesn't matter if he is a sexist in his heart, at least some of the time he is doing sexism and that is what matters.

But anyway, thank you! I'm so glad that my writing is able to produce that kind of nuance. And I really appreciate asks like this that encourage conversation about the characters and their motivations. Hopefully Ghost's motivations and actions will come into clearer focus as we explore the city more thoroughly (we'll be getting a house cat's perspective very very soon so stay tuned for that)

[daystarvoyage]

Time to eat up lunter fans, been busy on my full time job, feeling thankful I’m making comic con money to go to momocon, so can’t wait to see all the cosplayers nerds and blerds.

Anyway Ill be staying busy doing YouTube shorts, doing my very best on writing fanfics on the owl house leading to a movie one soon and making my cosplay lineup for the summer.

So hopefully stay tuned like comment subscribe and Stay starry cause your worth shines more then a diamonds.

Story: A Seductive intruder comes into luzs home, will her desires become unraveled?

[foodfightnovelization]

Hey there! I found your blog last Wednesday, and I gotta say, it's about time someone showed this misbegotten movie some love! I've also been reading Ziggy Cashmere's ebook Drawing For Nothing, which includes all sorts of old material from the film - and even directs you to an early draft of the script! Awesome-sauce! Aside from that, I want to know your thoughts on the proposed franchise Larry wanted to make out of the movie, including sequels, video games, books, live stage performances, etc.?

Thank you so much! I'm so glad you're enjoying my blog, and yes, Drawing For Nothing is fantastic isn't it? There's a lot more where that came from too, with Ziggy currently working on a documentary called "ROTTEN: Behind The Foodfight" (see my last post for more info on that). It should be coming out very soon, so stay tuned for that! I was fortunate enough to be involved in it, even making a small cameo at one point, and I can't wait for everyone to see the plethora of incredible behind-the-scenes material he's uncovered.

And yes, I read that early draft of the Foodfight! script a while ago and I'll talk about it some more once the documentary is out It's a draft from April 2005 and is VERY similar to the novelization, but there are still a bunch of interesting differences worth discussing. For one, the script includes all the real-world mascot cameos intended to be in the movie (such as M&Ms, Pringles, Oscar Mayer etc.) which were excluded from the novelization presumably due to brand deals not extending to merchandising. This actually leads to some surprising changes in the plot and dialogue, some of which I find incredibly funny, so there'll be a whole lot to talk about!

Anyway, as for my thoughts on the proposed franchise? I think it could've worked, I really do. Not to the extent Larry Kasanoff dreamed of- I don't think there was anyway the proposed "Foodfight! On Ice" show was ever going to happen (there's no way the Brand X soldiers could goosestep in iceskates, come on now). I think that's dreaming too big too soon, the "Disney On Ice" shows didn't happen until Disney had already been making movies for decades. That said, I do think if the production of Foodfight! hadn't been so horribly mismanaged and had come out when it was intended to it would've been somewhat of a hit, and to that end some of the merchandising ideas were really smart. Stuff like the tie-in videogame, children's books, and videogames were just what a lot of movies had back then- this was 2006, every movie had a sidescroller on the GBA and a 3D platformer on the PS2. From what little we've seen of the game it's impossible to know how good it would've been, but those kind of movie tie-ins are usually pretty harmless.

As for the other merchandise, a lot of it WAS released...and I think it's pretty great for what it is! If all of the books, toys etc. had just released alongside the movie as intended, then they'd just seem like exactly what they are - merchandise made to promote a recently released children's film, and there'd be nothing much to discuss about them. They're all only so fascinating because the movie itself came out so badly, and so the merchandise provides a glimpse at what might've been had things gone better. That said, I still desperately want to make a post talking about the Deluxe Sound Storybook at some point, and hopefully I'll get the chance soon.

I don't think Foodfight! ever would've been popular enough to warrant a sequel- I think it would've been like Hoodwinked where some people look back on it fondly but it's largely been forgotten over the years, and I don't think Threshold (the studio who animated Foodfight!) would have ever been the "next Pixar" like Larry Kasanoff thought they'd be either. But maybe in another world, where the production of Foodfight! went as smooth as butter, for a time there'd have been a real Cinnamon Sleuth Cereal with a free Dex Dogtective toy inside. Ten years later someone would make a post on Reddit saying "Hey! Anyone else remember Cinnamon Sleuth?" and a series of pointless arguments about the movie's blatant commercialism would fire up in the comments. And that wouldn't be such a bad legacy to have, right...?

[janouk-illustrations]

Hi, hey, hello!

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Nice to meet you! My name is Janouk and I'm a queer freelance illustrator from the Netherlands (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

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Some things about myself:

𓆩✧𓆪 I'm in my 20's

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𓆩✧𓆪 I'm an illustrator, and even finished art school ٩(^ᗜ^ )و .

𓆩✧𓆪 Currently working on an online shop & an updated portfolio. Stay tuned!

𓆩✧𓆪 I like to read fantasy books and play cozy games in my spare time. Here you can stalk my taste: ˖⋆࿐໋ Books ˖⋆࿐໋ Games

𓆩✧𓆪 Not the biggest fandom person, but there are some very specific things I do like: Tinker bell and the Disney Fairies, Pandora Hearts, the Dark Crystal and the Labyrinth, the Stormlight Archive, Hatsune Miku, and Professor Layton. If you like any of those things, let's chat about it ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜

𓆩✧𓆪 My side blog where I repost Tinker bell stuff is: @cozy-pixie-hollow

𓆩✧𓆪 I get stressed out by social media, guys (╥﹏╥) Hopefully I can create a content calender soon, otherwise, you'll hear from me once in the blue moon. Also, the recent developments with AI make me anxious. Anyways~

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[dlnj]

So a couple days ago I was online researching a little about transgender and one of the things that came up was some kind of button test. Meaning hypothetically if there were a magic button you could press right now that would turn you into a woman would you push that button?? They also want you to answer it without thinking to much about it. So I played along and answered to myself that the answer is yes . I answered that very very quickly . I guess that’s the best way to tell yourself what you are and go figure like everything else all signs point to me being a girl , which trust me I am fine with now, I feel best when I’m being my female self and would like to make the transition . That being said it made me think of what I would be willing to endure to become a woman so I thought to my self …… if they gave me a choice to become a woman right now today 100% transformation but have to be arrested and serve time in prison or not transition and not do time what would I do?? Well I guess I’m under arrest and going to prison for a little while (it would depend on the amount of time ) so long as I’m getting arrested and going to prison as a woman I guess I would suck it up and put my hands behind my back with a smile on my face with my bright red lip stick , would I be ok if the surgeon told me if he/she does the surgery that I would end up having to wear diapers for the rest of my life?? You bet ya lol that’s kind of cheating there I wear diapers anyway but not always 24/7 but I wouldn’t have a problem with it. I would even go through everything a born woman would go through . Cramps, periods even the terrifying child birth , that part does t sound all that fun but I would figure that as price of admission. So I guess I should be being brave enough to talk to my counselor in order to get the ball rolling with this transition of mine. God I can’t wait to become the woman I always should have been and always known I am ……. Always looking to chat with other trans girls and other diaper lovers . Hope to hear from you. More pictures will come soon right now I have this thing on my face that sucks . Hopefully it’ll go away soon it’s starting to break down and shrink, stupid razors , I need HRT and that’ll no longer be a problem . Oh and I look really good all dressed up in my favorite dress and diaper. Stay tuned

[lenivyssenseoflevity]

Important Information

Unfortunately I have some trouble with my PC due to a defect… Which really fucks me up bc it totally sucks! In fact, I was already working on a new Rylan edit that was almost finished and should have been published soon, which sucks even more! 😩 I was already looking forward to sharing this work with you… In addition, I have plenty of other ideas and other unfinished but already started Rylan edits/works in the pipeline. But now due to the defect I have to pause them all… 😭😢😥

This means I won't be able to post/release new Rylan edits anytime soon, which pisses me off a lot. Especially since I probably won't be able to fix the problem until September (because of spare parts) So which specifically means I won't be able to create and post new Rylan stuff until September. I‘m so sorry about this… 

So to all my followers and Rylan enthusiasts out there, I just wanted to let you know in case you're wondering that I haven't posted anything yet and maybe worried that I've left the fandom as well. That said, don't worry bc I definitely haven't left the fandom (nor will I) I just have trouble with shitty techy stuff (where the heck is Dylan. I need him asap!!!!) So don't worry, I promise to come back with new Rylan edits as soon as possible, for sure!

Hopefully it's worth the wait (and hopefully you haven't left the fandom by then either) So I hope you stay tuned for my comeback.

Yes, it's a big down on my mood and I'm really angry 😡, but that doesn't change the fact that I still love Rylan and this entire fandom very much. So I'll definitely be returning with Rylan, even if it means there's even fewer people left in the fandom than there already are. I am and will always be a part of the fandom. So even tho I won't be posting anything for a while, I will continue to be there and continue to cheer on other Rylan Artists 🥰💕

And I won't be completely gone after all, bc at least I'll keep writing, publishing and translating my Rylan One Shots! So that doesn't stop (you can't stop me from Rylan!!!! Do you hear, you stupid freakin techy stuff?!?!?!) bc I can still write with my other devices. I just can’t make edits  bc I need my PC and specific programms for that. Maybe it slows me down a bit in writing, but yeah anyways, new one shots and translations will still coming!  So check out my AO3 or Wattpad if you want to. Thanks for all your love and support 💕🌸🖤🤍 and what doesn’t kill you will make you stronger right? 

And sorry for the long post. I had to let my frustration out a little bit. 

By the way here is a little sneak peak of what I was working on. 😅

[loll3]

✶ I'm doing my best to release the totally magical Witchy bag as soon as possible...💪🏻🖤🕯

...but, unfortunately, the weather is against me =_='' ... I haven't been able to take a photoshoot to this bag because is keep raining and I think it won't stop for the rest of the week 🥲 🌧 ...hopefully, I should be able to take some decent pic on Saturday (when the weather should be improving) and to release a first limited stock of 10 bags next week!🤞🏻... so stay tuned! 🌙✨ - - - - - - anyway, I brought this bag with me during my weekend holiday and I have to say that I love it so much! it's very resistant, comfy and so stylish as well! 👌🏻🗝️