We created this blog as a place to interact with our readers and meet new ones, as well as to post extra content we can't on AO3. We only have two stories together right now, but we have so many planned.
We both have ADHD so neither of us have a concept of time, we're constantly distracted and we argue most days, but we've also written nearly 200k together in 10 months, so the insanity works for us.
Also, this blog is a safe space for people of all walks of life, so don't be a dick.
Our Stories
Twilight
We Three Witches
Burnt at the stake for being witches, the sisters vow to be reborn and take their revenge on the man who murdered themâCarlisle Cullen. 300 years later the sisters are reborn as Bella, Rosalie and Alice Swan. Now, they're more powerful than ever and will stop at nothing to take their revenge.
#witch au, #badass ladies, #angst
Harry Potter
Rise of Mercy
Ater being abused for several years, Lilith Potter snaps and murders her uncle. As she waits for her Hogwarts letter, she realises that everyone she was supposed to trust is manipulating her. So when the Dark side embraces her like the family she never had, she decides to watch the world burn with them by her side.
#female harry potter, #found family, #angst
Courtney: Hi all. I know we only just got back, but weâre going to be taking a break for a while. Joy is in hospital and despite her tantrums, I am forcing her to rest instead of write.Â
Joy: It's completely unfair haha, i mean⊠i was technically admitted by emergency but iâm not dying and the golden rule should be Alive = writing lol
Courtney: I literally had to make her a point system where if she dropped below 80, she isnât allowed to write. Being admitted into hospital because you have holes in your legs is an automatic 100 point deduction, young lady! The only reason Iâm letting you write this is because you would likely actually kill me. So no, the golden rule is not alive = writing.Â
Joy: Rude, but i must accept because i wish to resserve the right to force courtney to take breaks when she needs to. âÂ
Courtney: *avoids eye contact studiously*
Joy: âIt's a delicate system we have lol. But on that note we do not know how long the hiatus will last as i havenât been given information about discharge, but the nurses and doctors are all great so kudos to them for dealing with me haha! And since i am in the hospital i will shamelessly ask that you all help me feel better by leaving comments on our previous chapter! Lol [hey i have to exploit my pain a little]
Courtney: Haha Iâm not opposed to that. And hey, also feel free to leave links to your favourite HP fics too. Joyâs going to need something to do when sheâs bored of annoying the nurses haha
Joy: Honestly i am lol boredom is evil. Thanks for taking the time to read this note and i hope my writing ban ends swiftlyâŠoh wait, i think iâm supposed to want to get better more tha i want to write haha.
Courtney: Yes, that is the correct order of things, you insane demon. Anyway, stay safe everyone, and send your well wishes to Joy so she gets released from her no-writing doom.
tldr: Our stories are on hiatus until Joy is released from hospital. Thank you for your patience
I know youâre expecting a new chapter of both WTW and RoM, but we canât right now. For the short version: Life is a fucking mess.Â
For the longer version, Joyâs been sick a lot lately, all while taking care of her baby nephew and keeping the house running, and Iâve been havingâŠissues with my housemate (to the point where I posted an AITA on reddit!) so neither of us have had the time nor the energy to write. Hell some of our writing sessions were just spent convincing the other to go to bed. Joy even started snoring in one of our calls!Â
Joy: Rude, i fell asleep one time and maybe i was insensible another timeâŠand maybe my brother in law had to nudge me awake a third time but technically just one falling asleep
Courtney: there are a lot more âtechnicallyâs I could add if thatâs our basis haha
So yeah, this post is to announce that from today weâll be taking a three month hiatus from posting either of our stories. From writing them too. We need a break from pushing ourselves, and from arguing with each other. I doubt the arguments will actually stop, but hey, strangulation threats are just part of our writing process.Â
Joy: yes, courtney is cruel she constantly threatens my canva
Courtney: Itâs the only thing that works. I have to threaten canva so she knows Iâm serious đ
Weâre sorry for the muck around, and we hope this doesnât make you abandon us completely. We do love writing, and we love reading your comments as you share what you think. So subscribe, or chuck a bookmark down, or however you keep track of stories youâre interested in, and wait for us đ
Blessed be, and keep yourselves safe đ
(i.e. donât join any cults, make sure your food is cooked all the way through, and wash your hands after using the toilet)
Hey everyone. We just wanted to let you all know that we're going to be a little late with our posting due to life, seizures and babies.
Our aim is to get the next chapter out by the 29th so that we'll only 10 days late. Sorry for the late notice and we hope you stick with us until we can post.
Sorry we missed last month. Life really hasn't been great lately. Between other commitments and family health emergencies, we haven't had the time we'd like to.
Our aim is to just continue as usual this month, but scale back to one chapter a month rather than 2.
Hey everyone. We just wanted to let you all know that we're going to be a little late with our posting due to life, seizures and babies.
Our aim is to get the next chapter out by the 29th so that we'll only 10 days late. Sorry for the late notice and we hope you stick with us until we can post.
âTrust Lilith to turn feathers into a torture device,â Blaise snorted.
âI did no such thing.â Lilith sniffed haughtily.
âOh, so you didnât demand that we as your friends had to lift our feathers up and down twenty times, and if we refused you didnât try to tickle us to death with your feather?â Theo drawled as the rest of the court snickered.
âCertainly not, that is beneath me,â she said imperiously, and then giggled at the disbelieving looks on her courtsâ faces.
âDon't forget that she recruited her partners in crime to help her execute her feathery attack,â Pansy chimed, mock glaring at Draco and Hermione who stared back unrepentantly.
âShe promised me a hug if I did,â Draco said, as if that was all the justification anyone would ever need.
The court rolled their eyes and Daphne snarked, âSo when's the wedding.â
Draco blushed furiously, ducking his head.
Lilith smirked. âTo be determined,â she purred, inwardly cackling at the way Draco whipped his head around to stare at her with a hopeful expression. Not unlike a puppy begging for a treat.
We're back! And with a new chapter! Here's a preview of what we've just posted!
Chapter 38: The Conversation
March 24th, 2003
Bellaâs POV
Iâd always thought less of the characters in stories who let miscommunication get in the way of their love lives. Always rolled my eyes and declared that everything could be solved with a simple conversation. Always scoffed at the innermost thoughts of the main characters who insisted that their partner felt far away, even in the small room.Â
Now, as I laid here in that stupid fucking hospital bed with rails that I was convinced had been put in with malicious intention, I knew without a doubt I owed those characters a big fucking apology.Â
Itâs easy to roll your eyes and dismiss something as ridiculous if youâve never experienced it before. Maybe that's a sign: if youâre not afraid to lay your cards down on the table for all to see, not fucking terrified doing so will destroy the unstable balancing act you know won't last but cling to anyway, then youâve never been truly in love. It's the simplest thing in the world for you as the reader to groan at another missed opportunity and wish that character would just get on with it.Â
These thoughts raced around in my head as I stared at Edward through the door of my hospital room. Before the kidnapping, weâd left everything in shambles. Of course that hadnât been my fault. Heâd chosen to break up with me. He was the one who couldnât handle me at my worst, so obviously he didnât deserve me at my best. And yetâŠ
The thought made my heart constrict and I looked across the room at my sistersâ beds. Both of them were under individual privacy spells, speaking to their boys. Rose had her head on Emmettâs shoulder with his arms around her waist, while Alice and Jasper seemed to be having a tense conversation in the other corner.
Irrational jealousy flowed through me. Why did they get the understanding ones? Why did they get the guys willing to stick with them through anything? Didnât I deserve someone whoâd be by my side regardless too?Â
Their vampires hadnât called it off with them when they blew up, and I knew my sisters had. Alice and Rose had told me all about how theyâd exploded under pressure and all their boys had done was cling tighter to them, unwilling to let them go. Why couldnât Edward have done the same?Why did he have to walk away? Right when I needed him the most?
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Happy New Year everyone! We hope you all had fantastic holidays and a wonderful new year!
It's a new year, which means new content!
For We Three Witches, we're coming back on the 19th of February! Yay!
We have the next fourteen chapters planned and our fingers are at the keyboards ready and raring to go. There's a lot of angst and fluff ready to come! Our ladies and gents have a LOT to talk about, and it's time they do.
Plus, Charlie is starting to get suspicious.
For Rise of Mercy, we're coming back on the 28th of February! Yay!
We have the next twenty-four chapters planned, and the next 4 already typed out! Lilith has conquering to do and Draco has some more falling in love to do! In the next few chapters we have Tom and 'Mercy' figuring each other out, the Court bonding and destroying idiots, and oh so much fun.
And maybe, just maybe, Lilith has some feelings ("gross! what are they?") for a certain Dragon.
We know we've been away for a while, and we're so thankful for all of you for staying with us and waiting patiently! We understand that February is still a long way away, and you want more content now, but we're wanting to get as many drafts written as possible before we start posting.
Before we posted Rise of Mercy and We Three Witches, we'd had over a dozen chapters of each being edited in the wings while we slowly posted. We want to do that again because then each month we can post a new chapter without frantically trying to create new content (like we were last year).
So while we may have content ready to post, we've set our deadline as next month so that you don't have to wait anymore.
RoM has a lot more to come, but we're nearing the close of We Three Witches and we want to post the rest of it without having to take another break like this one again.
So, please, bear with us for another month. Check out our other stories and send us those good vibes.
And for those who haven't read WTW or RoM yet, check them out đ
The idea that because of the Holocaust Israel has the right to ethnically cleanse the Palestinians, is absurd.
That's like saying the genocide of native Americans is okay because America was once under British control.
Hell that's like saying every country that was under British imperialism has a pass to commit genocide.
Because they suffered they should be allowed to let other people suffer.
That's not how that works.
You under went something awful, that does not give you the right to inflict that on others.
And they want to, a Israeli politican today (18.12.2023), David Azoulai said that Gaza should be made into Ausuwitch.
âThe whole Gaza Strip needs to be empty. Flattened. Just like in Auschwitz. Let it be a museum for all the world to see what Israel can do. Let no one reside in the Gaza Strip for all the world to see, because October 7 was in a way a second Holocaust.â
The Ausuwitz Museum actually commented on this, calling it sick and hateful.
Agreed.
And that's without mentioning that Israel treats its Holocaust survivors like shit.
As of 2023 there are 165,000 Holocaust survivors in Israel and 1 in 3 live under the poverty line.
And it's not like they don't have the money for it either, given America gives them millions.
But they'd rather use that money to kill Palestinians than help their own people. Even putting foreign settlers above their own people.
They have the Hannibal protocol which calls for the killing their own civilian hostages, which they've done multiple times.
Even when they've stepped forward with a white flag and spoke to them in Hebrew, they've shot them and said they thought they were the enemy.
Because they don't care, they are using the trauma of the Holocaust as a tool to kill others.
Holocaust survivors are speaking out that what Israel is doing to Palestinians is exactly what the Nazi's did to them, but the Israeli government doesn't care.
Not for them, and definitely not for the Palestinians.
The fact people think they should be allowed to do any of this and thinking it's justified is disgusting.
Our planning hiatus is over. We took time off to do flufftober and just recuperate in general, but now we are back to writing new content for RoM
We Three Witches is a little on the back-burner at the moment, because that feels a lot bigger and more stressful than RoM haha
And we're discussing scheduling at the moment, and while we haven't settled on a date, both stories will definitely be updated before the New Year
Right now we're writing a future chapter of Rise of Mercy where Lilith takes another step towards destroying Dumbledore, and Draco and Lilith grow a little closer together đ
We're both going to try to update tumblr and facebook more often to keep you all in the loop, but absolutely feel free to send us messages for updates, or even asks for sneak previews of what we're working on. The dopamine of interacting with readers will fuel our energy to keep writing more!
Fandom: Moon Knight
Pairing: Moon Knight Boys (Steven, Marc & Jake) x Reader
Word Count: 1472 words
Summary: You and your darlings go to a wedding, and suddenly all that happiness is exactly what you want for your future with them. In that happiness, you can't help but...pop the question.Â
A/N: The reader in this might skew slightly more feminine because I essentially wrote it around the outfit, but no pronouns are used, so it's still gender-neutral
âYou look gorgeous,â Steven murmured.Â
You looked up to see him standing in the doorway, watching you with a soft look of adoration that made your heart skip.Â
He was right though. You looked stunning. You were wearing a mulberry chiffon pantsuit that made you feel like a powerful boss. Youâd brought a shawl for the day if it ever got too cool, but Jake had convinced you to keep it off. It was a good decision. Between the halter neck and sleeveless design, and the earrings, you felt unstoppable. Gorgeous too.
You held out your hand to him. âYou look pretty breathtaking yourself,â you said with a soft smile.Â
They truly did. Jake had chosen their suit, and every time you saw them in it was like the air had been sucked from your lungs. The jacket was a soft blue that made you want to run your hands all over it and the shirt beneath flowed over them like a second skin. Steven had made sure the suit was perfectly tailored to their build, and youâd thoroughly thanked him for it.Â
Everything from their pantsâwhich curved deliciously over their fine assâto the tie Marc had long since loosened, fit them like a gorgeous glove. Half of you wanted to rip it off and just devour them, while the other half wanted to just stare at them for eternity.Â
âYou think?â Marc fidgeted with their tie beneath your gaze, loosening the knot further. Every second of this âmonkey suitâ business was making his skin crawl, and the fact that he was still here made your heart melt.Â
You tugged him closer, winding your fingers together, until he stood between your legs. You tipped your head back and smiled at them. Reaching up with your other hand, you loosened the tie until it hung around their neck like an odd scarf. Then you took their other hand in yours and took a second to just adore them.
âI think it is taking everything in me to not tear that suit off you and show you just how much I like it.â
The tension disappeared from his shoulders and a spark of mischief entered his eyes as he smirked. âOh yeah?â Jake drawled.Â
He dropped one of your hands and trailed his fingers along your jaw, tipping your head back. He pressed his thumb to your bottom lip and his eyes darkened as your tongue flicked out. âAnd how do you plan on doing that, mi sol?â
Your own smile turned wicked.
Jakeâs grip on your chin loosened as Steven fronted. âNot here, love,â he murmured with a fond and exasperated chuckle, even as his eyes never left your mouth. âWeâll get kicked out.â
Worth it, Jake mouthed and you grinned as you twisted in his grip to press a kiss to his palm.Â
But still you pulled back. Steven was right. You were at the wedding of one of your work friends, and she would never forgive you if you disappeared for a quickie on her porch swing. The ceremony itself might have been over, but seeing as the reception was being held in the barn only a few metres awayâwell, her murdering you would spoil the evening. Â
With a quiet laugh you pulled your darlings onto the swing next to you. They wrapped their arm around your shoulders and you curled into their side. The sun was setting and you could see why this farmstead had been chosen as the wedding venue. The day had been the perfect blend of summer and fall, but the sunset was sublime. The last rays of sunlight filtered through the trees and lit the entire world in a golden glow.
â...the most beautiful thing Iâve ever seen,â Marc murmured, and you looked up to see him gazing down at you.Â
He wasnât talking about the sunset.
You blushed hard at the love in his eyes and his words. You buried your face into his shirt so the sight wouldnât kill you immediately.Â
Their fingers curled beneath your chin again, pulling your face up. You swallowed thickly at the adoration in Stevenâs eyes. His breath caught as he looked down at you and you felt yourself falling in love all over again.Â
The four of you had been dating for almost two years now, and not a day went by where you didnât thank your stars. Not one, not two, but three gorgeous men loved and adored you for who you were. All your good sides and bad sidesâeven the worst ones you usually kept hidden.Â
The four of you had grown so much in the time that youâd known each other, and your heart skipped to remember how youâd met and fallen in love with each and every one of them. They were your darlings, and you adored them more than anything else in the world.Â
âHowâd you get to be so stunning, love?â Steven whispered, eyes wide as he drank you in. âAnd howâd we get so lucky?âÂ
âWe mustâa done something great in our last life,â Jake muttered. His thumb made a pass over your cheek that made you shiver.Â
Your cheeks hurt with how hard you were smiling, but you couldnât help it when they were saying stuff like that. Frankly you were the lucky one to have them, even if theyâd never agree with you.Â
Instead of passing out from happiness like you half wanted to, you cupped their cheek. âThank you, darlings.âÂ
The love of all three of them crinkled the corners of their eyes as they smiled at you and dipped their head to meet you in the middle. It was a soft kiss, full of everything you didnât need to say. It was a declaration of adoration and a promise of forever. Your heart skipped a beat and you leaned forward, fingers slipping into their hair.
Cheers broke you apart with matching gasps. You all looked over to the barn where you could see the bride and groom doing shots. You chuckled and dropped your head onto your darlingâs shoulder. Their arm curled around your waist and they pressed another kiss to the crown of your head as you watched the wedding party getting more raucous with every shot.
After a quiet moment, a thought came to your mind and you blurted it out before you could convince yourself otherwise. âDo you think that could ever be us?â Your boys froze beside you and you hurried on before you lost your nerve. âYou know, married.âÂ
You didnât know what made you ask it, but now that you had, it was all you could think about. The four of you, bound together for all of eternity. A ring on your finger, a matching band on theirs. Walking down that aisle to where they waited for you. Suddenly that was all you could possibly want. You, them. Forever.Â
âWhich one of us are you talking to?â Jake asked, his voice low and tight.
You looked up at them, eyebrows furrowed. âAll of you.âÂ
Did they really think you would choose between them? How could you? How could anyone?
They swallowed thickly, eyes darting over your face like they were searching for a lie. You pressed a hand over their heart and insisted, âAll of you. I canât have one of you without the others.â You licked your lips, suddenly desperate to get them to believe you. âThere isnât a part of your system that I donât completely adore. I love all of you and I want forever, for all of us.â You swallowed, suddenly terrified their hesitation was a ânoâ. âIf you want that too, that is.âÂ
They made a strangled noise and surged forward to slam their lips against yours.
This time the kiss was rough, desperate, like they couldnât get enough of you. Their hands cupped your jaw, angling your head to deepen the kiss. They devoured you like it was the first and last time rolled into one. And you reciprocated with every atom of your being.Â
Eventually they pulled back, resting their forehead against yours as you all gasped for air. Both your chests heaved as they cupped your cheeks and you gripped their lapels.
âForever,â Marc gasped, pressing closer. âYes. Yes.â Â
You sucked in a sharp breath, eyes wide as your heart thumped in your throat. âYeah?â
Steven closed his eyes, a tear sliding down his cheek as he nodded frantically. âForever. All of us. Yes, love.â
Jake swallowed as he fronted, clutching you closer. âWeâre going to need a better proposal than that, amor,â he said gruffly and you laughed, your own eyes overflowing with tears. Then he broke into the most beautiful smile you had ever seen. âBut forever does sound perfect.â
And from that moment, forever would always remind you of sunsets and porch swings.Â
Thank you to @flufftober for the prompts! đ
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Because I'm curious and I really don't have much sense any more of who is here on Tumblr after the various waves of immigration from other sites and people leaving for other places, or who's reading this blog.
I'll let it run for a week, to increase the sample size. One simple question with ranges...
