#love it or PERISH! 😒

[crsentfairy]

another simself update! yayy ^_^ [crowd booing]

[saixs-wife]

As much as I, um, dislike Lea, I think it's so cute how Saïx brought Roxas and Xion back specifically for him.

He made sure that Lea still had friends just in case he perished indefinitely. He was willing to lose himself into darkness forever for Lea, but before that, he hatched a plan with Vexen and Demyx to make sure Roxas and Xion got their bodies back. Like wow babe you really brought back my favs.

And in the Re:mind DLC, he kept reminding (😏) Xion who she was which ultimately made her lose it. Probably made her gain back all those memories she had, and forced her to remember who she was and what her purpose was. Even when he didn't get the whole deal about Xion, he still wanted her around Lea.

He had the most subtle redemption arc in KH3, and his shit was more believable than what the fuck Xehanort had going on 😒

I still feel like they should've shot that nigga Xehanort dead in his face.

But yeah, like sure he didn't apologize (apologies in Japanese games are like,, non-existent), but he did it in his own way.

Like "Hey, I was mean to y'all before and you hated me, but I need you to be there for Lea... So he doesn't cry like a bitch. K thanks. Here's y'all's bodies back."

And Roxas saying something along the lines of "I owe my return to many" and "The people's hearts you think you've won over aren't really on your side" to Xemnas, like sure he could've been talking about the BULK of the real OG13, but his keyblade was pointed DIRECTLY at Saïx.

Ugh it was so subtle.

Anyways, love KH3. Good game :)

Also I love my husband 🥰🥰😘😘

[luimagines]

the chain being shoved into modern day has me in a fucking chokehold lmfaooooooo

reader would go into doomsday prepper mode. canned food, medicine (lots and lots of modern medicine because I hc that magic doesn't have a significant impact on reader, including healing potions and fairies), sunglasses, sunscreen, deodorant for everyone, dog treats for Wolfie, extra soft blankets (they're softer here and wind stole theirs a long time ago 😒), tons of toothpaste and toothbrushes, some fancy lotions and perfumes that could be used for trading, portable chargers for their laptop, phone, and any other electronics their going to bring, snacks, a dog harness, doggy sweater, and leash for Wolfie, non perishable snacks and candy, multiple extra pairs of headphones, bug spray, bear mace, a taser (or four), a utility knife, and many other things.

After they've hoarded everything, the reader can show off the luxuries they have. Like showers. And AC and heating. And cars. And television.

The chain would love reality tv lololol

Reader stocks up on cookies and peanut butter and other candies as well as comfort food and bartering to keep the youngin's in check.

And a solar power charger, because then it would always work. (I saw you included it, but I felt the need to specify, no idea why)

I also love the amount of thing they are clearly bringing for Wolfie and he's going to hate it. I want pictures.

I mean, throw the chain in front of the screen like two year old's and let it babysit them as Reader goes around collecting everything that they need. Just put on movie after movie and let it take care of itself.

[writtenonreceipts]

"The Things We Can't Say" Feyre meeting Rhys' family (if they are alive in this fic). I think Rhys' mom and sister would get along great with her (it would be really cute if they did the same thing Rhys did - learn sign language to meet Feyre😭) And Rhys' dad 😒 isn't "very good" (I think I have something against the father - ahh I should go to the psychologist instead of thinking about fics) wow this turned out to be an outburst 🤭

The Things We Cannot Say masterlist AO3 link

warnings: none

also, literally the worst title I have ever come up with.  Forgive me...

The Food of the Heart

“Mother, what are you doing?” Rhys asked, staring at the woman in question who was slicing up another loaf of bread.

“I’m making garlic bread dear, you can’t have pasta without the garlic bread,” Alanna replied.  Her dark hair was pulled off into a low bun allowing a few strands of silver to escape.  Alanna Avitas was a remarkable woman of beauty and grace, a person Rhys admired more than anyone in the world.  Sometimes he was convinced, however, she was just a touch unhinged.

“I think there’s enough garlic bread in the making,” Rhys said softly.  She’d already sliced up one French loaf and was halfway through a second.  Not to mention makaroni was the Persian take on spaghetti and usually served with potatoes or tahdig.  He wasn’t entirely certain garlic bread meshed very well.

Alanna snorted and fixed him with a stare.  Her violet eyes, mirror images of his own, bore into him. “Nonsense.  I haven’t been able to dote on you for two years since your father went and acted like an ass.  You will be happy about this garlic bread.”

Rhys could only sigh and accept a bowl of herb butter from her and begin lathering the slices of breath up.

It was true though, ever since Rhys turned down joining the family business to start up The Court, he hadn’t had any contact with his family.  Not his mother, not Thea, not his father.  And while Rhys had no issues with not talking with Benham—he’d missed his mother and sister terribly.

“Besides, it’s Feyre’s first time coming over, I want her to be welcome,” Alanna said.  She bumped her shoulder with his and beamed.  “And I’m happy for you, Rhys.”

He bit back the lump in his throat. “She’s going to love you no matter what, mom.”

Alanna did not seem convinced of that as she turned away from the bread to stir the pasta sauce on the stove.  

Only recently did Benham open communication back up with Rhys.  After the incident where he had met Feyre and received a sufficient tongue lashing from not just Rhys, but Alanna as well—Benham was taking Rhys’ choice of profession and lifestyle in stride.  It wasn’t as if the family business would utterly perish without Rhys there and it wasn’t as if the company weren’t still doing well.  Benham just preferred a sense of control.

Which was why Benham would not be present tonight.  He was conveniently away from work.

“RHYS!”

The piercing scream rang out through the house and in a matter of seconds a whirlwind force burst into the kitchen.

Sixteen years old with enough energy to rival that of any powerplant—Thea struck a dramatic pose across the kitchen island from him. Her black hair hung in a braid down her back, her warm brown skin glowing with joy.

“Thea,” Rhys said patiently.

Straightening, Thea brushed invisible wisps of hair from her forehead. “I need your complete and honest feedback.”

“What did you do?” Rhys asked.  Thea had an uncanny knack for making questionable decisions that he wouldn’t be surprised if she were wearing a wig right now and was about to display a shaved head.

Yet, it wasn’t that.  Thea held her hands out and began to move in painstakingly careful sign. Hi Feyre.

“What do you think?” Thea asked. “Is that good enough?  Will she understand me?”

Rhys could only stare at his sister. “What?”

“I switched to ASL at the start of the semester,” Thea explained. “Who needs French?  And I found this cool app that shows you different signs too.  Mom and I have been practicing.”

Rhys looked at Alanna.

“It’s true,” Alanna admitted with a small smile. “Ever since you told me about her, we decided we wanted to make sure she felt welcome.  Especially after your father.” Alanna made a face but brushed it away just as quick. “Besides, it’ll be nice to have another daughter.”

“Mom,” Rhys insisted, “we’ve only been dating seven, eight months.”

Alanna huffed as if to say I’m keeping her no matter what happens between the two of you. 

He supposed he shouldn’t take much offense to that.  After all, he’d been undeniably devoted to Feyre after only one night of knowing her, why couldn’t his mom and sister be after only hearing about her.

“I’d prefer a sister,” Thea added.  “You have terrible taste in shoes.”

She beamed a happy smile when Rhys cut her a look and dashed back out of the kitchen.

Rhys sighed.  This was going to be an interesting night.

…

Feyre sat in her car and contemplated starting it back up and driving away.  Her heart was hammering, her mind whirling, her stomach churning.  She wasn’t sure she could do this.

The drive out here had taken close to an hour and as each minute and mile slunk by, the dread only increased.  Because now she was in the nice part of the city.  The part that had organic shopping centers, sprawling lawns, gated neighborhoods.  This was nothing she’d been prepared for.

So now she sat in her car and stared at the large stucco home with its green lawn and high eves and the fancy little path of white stone that led right to the front door.

Her phone lit up with an incoming message. 

>>Rhys: I hope you’re hungry.  My mother decided she’s feeding an entire army and not just four people.

Feyre couldn’t help but laugh.  It gave her just a little bit of strength and she got out of her car.

She didn’t even make it half-way up the walk when the door opened and there was Rhys leaning against the doorway, that insufferable smirk in place.

“Hello, Darling,” he greeted.

It was so easy to fall into his voice, his smile.  They hadn’t had much time together over the past few days, in fact it was the first time they’d seen each other in three days.  It had only been texts and Snapchat.  Which normally Feyre wouldn’t have minded.  But, damn, she’d missed him.

Feyre let him pull her into a hug and accepted a kiss as he led her inside.  

The house was beautiful.  Not just with the hardwood floor and high ceilings but the decorations were lovely as well.  There were long rugs along the halls, exquisite paintings hanging in every open space, and interspaced were a few decorations that looked to be from Persia.  Feyre’s art history degree piqued in interest.

Rhys led her down the hall, following a delightful scent of garlic and other spices.  The kitchen was modern and up to date with shining appliances and marble counters.  A long oak table stretched off to one side already set with placemats and glassware.

She didn’t have the chance to observe anything else when a woman approached.  She was lovely, a few inches smaller than Feyre with a lean build and barely graying black hair.  Her soft features were alight with delight.

“You must be Feyre!” She immediately pulled Feyre into a hug. Her grip was firm and probably the most comforting thing Feyre had ever experienced. “I’m Alanna, it’s so nice to meet you.”

Feyre returned the smile, her hesitance returning as she signed a greeting.

Thanks for having me.

Alanna clasped her hand. “It is my pleasure.”

Feyre started and Alanna continued to smile. 

“Thea and I have been learning,” Alanna admitted. “We are so excited to have you here.”

As if in punctuation to her words a loud thump sounded from upstairs.  In a matter of seconds, a young woman ran into the kitchen.  She was almost a copy of Rhys with the grin, hair, and sharp features.  But there too was a gentle side that Feyre could practically feel pulsing from her.

“Why didn’t you tell me she was here?” the teen demanded swatting Rhys on the shoulder.

He scowled and grabbed her in a playful headlock. “You’ve been stalking every car that’s driven past, I'm surprised you didn’t already know.”

The girl pushed him off and scowled.  She then turned to Feyre and waved.  And signed.

Hi Feyre. I’m Thea.

Too much.  It was almost too much.  She shouldn’t have been surprised, not with how wonderful Rhys was to her.  But Thea and Alanna were already so eager to invite Feyre into the house that she almost burst into tears right there.

“Come and sit,” Alanna insisted, taking Feyre’s hand again. “Dinner is just about ready.  I made pasta, though we’re having vermishel tomorrow, so you should come.  It’s the same recipe my grandmother taught me.”

Thea immediately took the seat next to Feyre. “You should come.  We can play charades.  Rhys never plays charades.  Like a schmuck.  He’s boring.”

Feyre snorted at that while Rhys cursed.

“Language!” Alanna shouted.  She brought over a steaming bowl of pasta that Rhys quickly took from her.

“Mother, sit down,” Rhys insisted.  “I’ll bring everything over.”

And just like that, Feyre felt as though she’d come into a second home.  

All through the meal and dessert, Alanna and Thea engaged Feyre and took time to understand her signs with Rhys interpreting on occasion.  Though sometimes Feyre had to bring out her phone to write out responses.  Even then, there was no judgment in the house.  And beneath the table, Rhys shifted his foot from where he sat across from her and gave her foot a little tap on occasion.  A comfort, an acknowledgement.

Yes, this was good. 

And as Thea explained how she had switched to take ASL and Alanna insisted everyone had room for dessert—Feyre thought that she had found a piece of home.

...

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[halfblood-princes-crown]

OMG I FINALLY FOUND PUT THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN SEPTIMUS AND SEPTIMYS ORLAYAAAAAAA

just finished the book, mid, idc, Voldemort’s death eaters in a circle around Harry Potter can’t even get him? L

I love how when reading the scene where Voldemort says he has a very loyal DE at hogwarts and when I first read this I thought of Snape lmao

Now knowing everything I think of Barry Crouch jr

when writing this my phone glitched an deleted the entire paragraph I wrote so um

Dumbledore is not it, let’s have the 14 year old, who went through a traumatic near death experience, dragged a dead body of a 17 year old halfway across Britain, and make him recount his trauma, along with having his injured leg only treated with phoenix tears 😬😬😬😳😳😳😒😒🫥🫥🙄🙄🙄🙄

kinda mid tbf

I will never not be mad that Barry crouch dies

LIKE I WOULD LIVE TO SEE HIM BACK UNDER IMPERIOUS CURSE WATCHING HIMSELF BETRAY HIS LORD

THE FEAR AND SHAME THAT WOULD COURSE THROUGH HIS BODY AS HE GOT DRAGGED BACK TO AZKABAN

HIM GETTIBG BROKEN OUT A FEW WEEKS LATER

OR EVEN BETTER

DYING IN LIKE 3 DAYS

CONGRATULATIONS!

Lmaooo you stay roasting these bastards and it’s hilarious 🤣

Yea I think of Sev immediately on that part as well😭 I mean, who doesn’t 😏

Ok I’m glad I’m not the only one who goes through this. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to rewrite a WHOLE post because the app decided to close mid write. And all the times I’ve put a post in drafts to post later and when I go to retrieve it it’s gone…like bro what?

Anyway

YES THANK YOU! Albus sucks so much but he’s so well written. He’s literally HORRIBLE…and idk if this is good or bad but he’s so well written that it’s hard to see how bad he is sometimes. Ig it’s the opposite with Sev 🤔 😎

Same. He’s interesting but like…perish💀 but I love where your heads at about him watching himself betray Voldemort 🤔 laughable moment 🤞🏽

[georgenofound]

For what it’s worth i’m a blairnon and i really enjoy your blog you are the only valid georgebur... heart

like i literallu said all georgeburer but me should perish the other day 😒 i love u anogie peepoLove

[obsessivelyloved]

i DO have something to show you!!!!

it's gonna be under a read more bc uhhhh it's long i got kiiiiinda carried away, but this is what ive been working on for the past few days!!!!

meet your four fuckin gods!!! colored this time >:) with info abt them bc i love lore

enjoy!!! <3

matthias, god of beauty and wealth

matthias, informally referred to as matt by other gods [ he smites any humans that call him that ], is the god of beauty and wealth.

he'll tell his origin story to those that ask since he'll never pass up the chance to talk about himself. he was a prince from england that was kidnapped from his home, killed before anyone got a chance to find him. a higher goddess admired him for his looks and gave him godly powers to both get revenge on those that killed him and keep his beauty forever.

some mortals, and even other gods, rumor that he had a lover when he was mortal whom he lost during his kidnapping, one who he used to search the underworld for every day. matthias hasn't denied nor confirmed this, but gets upset if anyone mentions it.

offerings to matthias must always consist of only the best of fresh foods, fruits, treasures, and jewelry. if a mortal doesn't worship him, give him any offerings, or hasn't said a single thing about his greatness? they basically don't exist to him. he won't ever hesitate to sap any rich person of their wealth, same with attractive people and their beauty, if they ever disrespect his name in any way.

eddicus, god of creativity.

eddicus, listen i couldn't find anything on google cut me some slack, called edd by only the other main four gods of this au, is the god of creativity.

his origin is much less gruesome than the others so far. it was after he passed away due to a sickness that was spreading around his home village. he was an artist who made a lot of drawings and carvings of himself if he were an all powerful god. his family gave them away, all who received them passing it off as just a fantasy until a piece actually came to the god. said god was probably merciful, or just feeling bored that day, but they went out of their way to find eddicus's soul in the underworld and grant him the powers he wanted in life. good for him.

he appreciates humans, never truly forgetting that he was once one of them. he often disguises himself as a mortal to go to art galleries and admire the creations. sometimes, he'll covertly make friends with some and grant them some of his power to be able to see what they make and get gifts from them!

this doesn't mean he doesn't have fun, as much as he's friendly to mortals he always finds it hilarious to mess with them. when he's in need of an extra hard laugh? he'll sap the creativity from someone and force them into an art block, giggling away as he watches them lose their marbles. he'll give them their motivation back of course, he's not cruel, but he does it often for shits and giggles.

thomas, god of nature and monsters.

thomas, yes that's a proper name i looked it up, called tom by usually anyone, is the god of nature and monsters.

his origin is the only one that didn't happen because of his death. in his mortal life, thomas always had a passion for caring for nature. he tended to farms and crops better than anyone else in his village, and sometimes invited wildlife into his home to care for them and give them a place to stay during extreme weather. a higher god noticed this, how thomas would even go out into the forest with offerings for monsters, and granted him power over them.

thomas used his newfound power to get even closer to nature before he actually began doing important god things. he even created his own species of monsters, their purple toned horns and skin and voided eyes not unlike thomas's own. he cares for them like he would his own pets, always making sure that humans stay far away from their environments. his monsters are always docile unless provoked, and he even sends them to protect villages if he feels like it.

when he actually started doing important things, he was appointed overseer of crops. thomas often disguised himself as a mortal and went around, village to village, handing out crops during bad farming seasons and giving advice on how to grow better during proper seasons. otherwise he leaves humans to their own devices, so long as they don't hurt wild animals or his monsters he doesn't pay them any mind.

thorkid, god of bravery, war, and bloodshed.

thorkid, informally referred to as tord by those he allows, is primarily known as the god of war. he is also the god of bravery and bloodshed; soldiers, gladiators, and citizens alike inspired by him and his fighting spirit.

his origin story is unknown, though many have different theories. some say he was executed for war crimes and the higher gods saw potential in him, some say he died in battle and his passion for war called to the gods to replace his lost blood with ichor and grant him his immense power. regardless, thorkid is both feared and respected.

feared by those who commit injustices in battle and abuse their power, those who prey on the weak. the few who've survived thorkid's wrath have said that their vision became misty, thorkid's gleaming golden helmet and spear crystal clear through the fog. their strength was sapped from them until they couldn't hold themself up, the fog surrounding them weighing on their lungs until they couldn't take more than shallow breaths.

respected by soldiers who claim to have seen him in the distance, him being just close enough to the battlefield for them to see his proud smirk. some even say that they've fought side by side with him against their opponents. the surviving gladiators who claim to have seen him in the seats of the coliseum, his eyes trained on them as he watched them fight. his very presence gave them a passion to hang on and fight tooth and nail to survive.

thorkid himself sees humans as nothing more than playthings for his amusement. hell, the only reason he punishes some is because it's something for him to do. seems he's forgotten his humanity.

he enjoys watching them and their needless fights, over other humans or territory or possessions. it's pathetic to him; the way they waste their limited energy and time fighting.

but by gods, does it fuel him.

watching their battles, all the victories and surrenders and blood and tears shed and souls sent to the underworld. sometimes even joining whatever side he favors, just to get the adrenaline rush and the blood spattered all over himself. cleaning and shining his spear after a war gives him a sense of triumph.

and there's no pic of them since they're an insert, but reader is the deity of wrath and punishment!

after the original fic, which would serve as their origin story, people hear about them and start building temples and giving them offerings.

mortals that feel that they've been wronged would send offerings to reader so that reader can make their offenders pay. by either fucking up their life or just killing them.

and if reader chooses to kill them, to run salt in the wound, the person's soul will be sent to the underworld to be tortured endlessly for all eternity. so.. endlessly rubbing salt into all of their wounds.

[gingerteaonthetardis]

truly offensive/homophobic/misogynistic/etc that logan got to experience rory in a suit and not jess 😒 and ofc he didn’t even appreciate it 😒 jess would have LOVED seeing rory in a suit

LITERALLY!!!! my boy would've perished on the fucking spot. and like. the two of them in suits at the same time??? would be so unbelievably powerful, i'm abt to vibrate out of my chair!!!!

it is my personal opinion that, had we gotten this kind of scene, we would've made a brief return to the jess and rory endless hi's era, where they're both too besotted to behave normally and just end up monosyllabically repeating themselves and staring a lot (which luke and lorelai would once more be forced to witness and suffer through, lmao).