#I might make a part two

[dreamofbona]

enhypen songs as clickbait youtube vid titles go big or go home: no one gave me a diamond ring (emotional) let me in: I Have a Stalker drunk-dazed: I'm Going to a Party!! (ft lots of "red juice") blessed-cursed: No One Can Tell Me What To Do For a Day ft. the cops (does not go as planned) 10 months: We're Engaged! (Only 10 Months of Dating!) attention, please: DON'T SCROLL PAST THIS VIDEO bills: I'm Losing Everything I Own Because I Forgot to Pay My Taxes (emotional) i need the light: The Raw, Unfiltered Version of Why I Don't Have Electricity (very emotional) forget me not: Taking a Break... future perfect: I'm a Rebel (get ready for some crazy shhh) karma: The Real Reason I Don't Swear (shocking)

[kasdan]

hey!! can I request a frank castle x fem!reader, where the reader is a vigilante too and they run into each other for the first time and frank is all intrigued and stuff. you can decide how this goes!!! thank you <3

Safe Haven

marvel masterlist

a/n: ty for requesting anon<33 this was written while i was sick so my mind was really spacey so i apologize if anything seems off. i also had no idea how to end it so maybe i do a pt 2??😭

pairing: frank castle x vigilante!fem!reader

warnings: drink spiking (not to reader), douchebag men, injury, frank’s a little tease, no use of y/n, not proofread

word count: 2.4k

I sat on the edge of the rooftop, eyes scanning the streets below, following the moves of my next target. He moved in a swift overly confident manner, like he wasn’t late for a date by over an hour. 

I’d had to endure watching his date sitting patiently waiting for him since she sat down an hour ago, turning down the waitress every time she came over to ask if she was ready to order. She looked to be almost about to leave the restaurant multiple times before she thought against it and continued to wait. She looked like she was about to just give up before the man she was waiting for strolled through the doors of the restaurant and sat down across her, barely saying anything before opening the menu in front of him.

The woman’s face lit up when she finally saw that she wasn’t alone anymore and started enthusiastically talking to him as he continued to look over the menu paying no attention to what the person sitting across from him is saying. 

He kept pouring more wine in her glass and when she shook her head at him for no more, he continued to do so with water instead, while barely sipping his own drink. I knew what he was doing, and it was confirmed when she suddenly excused herself to go towards the restroom in the back of the restaurant.

He called the waitress over for a refill in the glass that she didn’t even drink half of, shamelessly flirting with her while she did so, and waited until she walked away before reaching into his jacket to quickly put something into her drink. My hand gripped the side of the building, fighting everything in me to just charge into the restaurant and throw him through the first window I saw. I hated it, but I had to be patient.

I watched as the woman goes back and sits down at the table, her glass closer to her hand from the man across from her pushing it closer to where she could reach it easier, and it seemed it worked when she reached over to quickly take a sip almost instinctively. I knew it would only cause a few minutes for whatever he put in the drink to kick in, and I went to swiftly make my way off of the rooftop.

I got down to the ground in record time, using the shadows to conceal me so no one even realized I was there. I waited against the wall of the alleyway next to the restaurant, knowing he would use the darkness of it to try and hide what was going on.

I waited a few minutes before I could hear the shuffle of feet on the concrete from people walking into the entrance to the alley. I knew it was him. I could hear his whispering from where I stood and it made my skin crawl.

I didn’t wait any longer to jump out from my place and pry him away from the off balance woman, causing him to hit the wall on the opposite side. I quickly made sure that she didn’t fall to the ground before I direct my focus back on the man that was still recovering from the impact.

“What the-“ I didn’t give him any room to say anything before I kicked his chest back into the wall, forcing his head to clash into the brick. His body fell to the ground and I didn’t care to look to see if he was still alive, my sole focus being on the shaking woman on the ground in front of me.

“Do you have a phone?” I asked her and she attempted to reach her pocket, but ended up only grazing over the pocket it was in. “I’m going to grab it okay?” She barely nodded, bleary eyes struggling to stay open and I reached into her pocket to pull out her phone.

I dialed 911, placing the phone in her lap before standing back up. “Help will be here soon.” I reassured her and made my way out of the alley, knowing the man wouldn’t be waking up any time soon, if he could at all. I worked my way up to a rooftop to sit and wait for the ambulance to get there, just to be safe.

The ambulance got there in record time, and I watched as they helped the woman out of the alley, and rolled the man out on a stretcher. I let out a breathy sigh before making my way back to my apartment, job done for the night.

A week later and I was back to staking out another target. However, I felt an off feeling all day that I couldn’t seem to place. I brushed it off as nothing in order to focus on the person I was tracking.

I found myself sitting on the rooftop of an abandoned building, this time in a more secluded area. Watching my target for the evening, it seemed he was waiting on the other woman to show up, and he didn’t like the waiting.

I heard a noise behind me causing me to whip my body around to face it, hand reaching for one of the throwing knives on my hip. I squinted through the darkness, but didn’t see anything and I didn’t have the time to turn my attention elsewhere for the time being.

Looking back towards the building, I found the man standing up angrily from the table he was at, heading towards the exit of the building. I hesitated slightly in going down there when I haven’t seen him actually spike anything firsthand, but my research had never been wrong before and I had no reason not to trust it.

I quickly made my way down from the rooftop not wasting any more time so I could intersect the man before he could leave. It was a good thing that the area I was in was more secluded with no one on the streets when I had to yank the man into the alley from the sidewalk he was angrily stomping on.

He definitely wasn’t expecting to be dragged into the alley out of nowhere and immediately started to claw at my arms that had a hold on him. His was significantly larger than I was, which made it more difficult for me to try and get a full grip on him, but I still managed to hang onto him.

However, I seem to underestimate the strength of him when he managed to push me off of him, causing me to crash to the ground on my back. I didn’t have time to think about the pain going down my spine when I had to roll to the side to dodge the heavy boot that hit the ground with a thud next to my head.

I took this as my opportunity to swipe my feet under his legs, making him lose balance  and fall to the ground next to me. I quickly flip up to lean over him, knee digging into his throat in an attempt to get him to pass out quickly.

He struggled under me and I pressed my knee harder into his neck making it harder for him to breathe, and I think that he finally passed out before I felt a sharp pain connect to the outside of my thigh and I cry out, releasing the hold I had on him. I looked down to see the handle of a knife sticking out of the material of the suit I wore.

The man under me used the distraction to push me off of him and work his way up to his feet, swaying slightly as he did so. He marched over to where my body was, towering over me and I used all the strength I had left in order to use the leg without the knife in it to kick him backwards from me, attempting to give me more time.

The kick did little to deter him and he was stomping back over to me, face angrier than ever, and my mind was scrambling on what to do when a gun shot sounded in the air and the man in front of me stumbled, blood dripping from the bullet hole in his forehead, and he fell backwards onto the ground.

I pushed my body up to a seated position staring at the lifeless body in front of me before my gaze shot up to the rooftop on where the shot came from; the same rooftop I had come from minutes before.

I saw slight movement coming from the roof and I pushed myself off the ground, wincing slightly from moving the knife still lodged in my thigh. I forced myself to ignore the pain and moved as quickly as I could back to the rooftop I was once on.

I made it back to the roof in record time, considering the predicament I was in, and made my way towards the edge where I saw the movement from. I looked around, not seeing anything out of the ordinary or any more movement in the darkness of the rooftop.

There was only one way up and down the roof I was on, unless you jump down onto the stairs for the fire escape, but you would need extreme agility to jump on them to not make any noise, and I passed no one on stairs going up. Someone should have still been on the roof, how could I have missed them?

“Y’know I was kinda hopin’ you would come back up here.” A voice sounded behind me and I quickly turned my body towards the sound of the noise. 

A shadowed figure stood leaning against the door that leaded to the roof, and my hand went to move for one of the knives on my hip before I thought against it, my body not sensing like I was in immediate danger at the moment. 

The guy seemed to notice this before a chuckle left his mouth. “One of those woulda come in handy when you were getting your ass handed to ya wouldn’t it?” Two sentences in and I could tell this guy was an enormous tease.

“I was not getting my ass handed to me, I had it under control.”

“Was this before or after you got a knife jabbed into you?” I was rendered speechless for a moment before I let out a small scoff and couldn’t help my mouth twitch up in amusement.

“Wha- okay, who are you?” He pushed himself off the door and started to walk towards me, face looking extremely familiar as soon as he stepped more into the light. It didn’t click until he stood directly in front of me, arm outstretched for a handshake.

“Frank Castle.” I finally understood where I’ve seen him before, Frank Castle, The Punisher, his trial was all over the news you’d have to be living under a rock to not who he was living in New York.

“Didn’t think I’d be talking to a dead man when I woke up today.” I took his hand shaking it quickly before dropping it and he chuckled, looking at the ground head shaking. He ignored the statement, eyes instead trained on my leg.

“Need to get that out.” I looked down to where he was looking at the knife that still remained stuck inside my thigh.

“I’ll be fine.”

“Afraid it’s non negotiable c’mon.” He turned from me starting to walk towards the door to the exit of the roof.

“And I’m just supposed to follow some stranger?” I called out after him and he stops holding the door open.

“Well it’s either that or you pass out from the blood loss after taking the knife out and then bleed out on your own.” I part of me knew he was right, I probably wouldn’t have time to stop all the bleeding before I got dizzy from the blood loss, so I begrudgingly followed him through the door.

Apparently his apartment wasn’t that far away from where we were when we stop outside the building after a two minute car ride.

I’m able to get out of the vehicle without much pain, adrenaline still running largely in my veins, even though I don’t think Frank’s going to be a threat, my body still wanted to be prepared for anything.

He lead me into the small bathroom he had in his apartment, getting out a first aid kit from under the sink. “Probably gonna have to cut this off.” He motions to my pants, holding a pair of scissors and I regretted wearing a one piece suit in that moment. “Here,” he handed me a shirt that was sitting on the edge of the sink, giving me an opportunity to take the top of the suit off while he leaves the bathroom in order to try and give me some privacy.

I unzipped the suit working my arms out of the sleeves and pushed it down as far as I could without bumping the knife. I put the shirt over my head and tried to cut the rest of the suit off, but I finally felt the loss of blood kick in and started to get dizzy and not have the strength to continue to cut the thick fabric. 

I called Frank back into the bathroom and he rushed in, hearing the change in my voice. “You alright?” He shut the door behind him as he walked further into the bathroom.

I just nodded my head, resting it on the wall next to me, and putting the scissors on the edge of the sink. “I just-” I took a minute to catch my breath. “I can’t cut it off.”

Frank nodded and bent down in front of me, grabbing the scissors to cut off the rest of the suit. At that point my vision started to blur and I relied on the wall next to me to keep my head held up as much as it was.

I could hear Frank saying something, but my brain made it all muffled so I wasn’t able to comprehend anything. I felt my body jolt when the knife was suddenly removed from my skin, hearing more muffled sounds from Frank after it happened.

Before I knew it, I was being lifted up and leaned against Frank as he brought me into the bedroom setting me on the bed. I tried opening my mouth to protest and tell him to just put me on the couch, but I don’t think I was able to get anything out but quiet mumbles.

I felt warmth encompass me and eventually gave into the darkness threatening to surround me since I’ve gotten into the bathroom, weirdly feeling content in a complete strangers bed.

buy me a coffee ♡

[sleepy-apparition]

New Feelings Unbound (Shenhe x Reader)

WARNINGS:None

A/N: Hi there! This is my first time writing and publishing something, so it won’t be great. Also, the title says ‘x reader’, but the relationship is platonic(for now). Word Count: 1.793

Shenhe has always found it hard to connect with other people. Even when she was still a little girl not yet burdened with the curse of calamity, interacting with other people didn’t come easy. You can imagine then, the trouble she’d have after near decades of living in the mountains with only Adeptai and the odd illuminated beast to serve as company.

Learning how to fit into normal, human society is a rather difficult task. Her distant and indifferent nature, combined with her impressive strength, leads people to avoid her. Whether it is out of respect or fear varies from person to person. This certain type of loneliness that comes with being the odd one out, brings…. a small amount of ache to Shenhe’s heart. After all, she’s only human. Not that most people would think that.

If Shenhe is kind, people take that as confirmation that she’s an Adeptus and hail her. If Shenhe puts them in their place, then she gets condemned and called a witch. That’s how all her interactions with humans have gone. All, until she met a traveler roaming the mountains of Minlin.

She had first assumed you were lost, just another person who foolishly overestimated their sense of direction. No matter, she’s dealt with plenty like this before, what’s another? As the moon takes its place in the sky, Shenhe approaches.

“Pardon.” Her voice caused you to jump from where you were kneeled on the ground, spinning to face her immediately. It appears her tone was too harsh; she’ll have to adjust it.

“You are lost, correct? Here, I will guide you to- “

“I’m not lost.”

There was an awkward pause after you cut her off. It only lasted a moment, but it felt dragged out by the rather eye contact you’re making towards her. This was not an expected outcome. She wondered if she should question what you’re doing here or if she should just leave, but you beat her to it.

“I’m sorry! For interrupting, I mean. I am not lost; I came out this far in search of materials for my work.”

“Oh.” Another awkward pause. This is getting tiring. “So, you do not need my assistance?”

You looked to your feet and say, “Well, no…actually, could you help me find a place safe from hilichurls and the like? I’m gonna be in the mountains for a while, and I need a safe space to set up camp.”

Your request made her raise a brow. Were you not aware that the Adeptai made these mountains their homes? She asked you just that, and you reasoned that since you had no intention to disturb them, that it was fine to be up here.

“Are you an adeptus...? Ah, I never got your name.”

You state yours, then look at her expectantly. All this attention was…strange. You seemed rather interested in her. Having someone be this enthusiastic to get know her formed a weird feeling in her chest. Weird, but not unpleasant.

She realizes she’d been spacing out and quickly brings herself down to reality. “My name is Shenhe, And I am merely an Adeptus’s disciple. Now, follow me. I will lead you to a safe place to settle”

‘This feeling doesn’t matter’, she thought to herself. Like most who’ve come face to face with her, you’ll grow to hate her, and then you’ll leave. That’s just how it goes.

But you don’t grow to hate her. In fact, your interest in her person only seems to grow as you spend more time together. And oh, do you prefer your time to be spent together.

At first, it was casual. Casual, but practical. Things like, ‘Why don’t you stay longer for me to make you food? It’s the least I could do for you.’, or ‘Would you mind showing me my way around the mountain? I’m not quite used to them yet.’, were common phrases on your lips. You were straightforward about your needs and wants, she quite enjoyed that about you.

Actually, there was a lot she found enjoyable when she was around you. Ability to make herbs tasteful aside, Shenhe finds that being around you is an easy de-stressor. Your work, and living style, she presumes, is rather simple. Not always easy, but simple. “I’m out here on commission,” you explain on one slow afternoon, skipping a rock across the lake the two of you stopped to rest at, “Some novelist wanted me to stay here for a period, and document what the great mountains Liyue were really like. For a new book I guess.”

“What’s there to document about a mountain? It’s essentially a giant rock.” Shenhe states off to the side, adjusting her braid that came loose during a treasure hoarder raid. This novelist sounds both dull-minded and indolent to Shenhe. To both not be able to think of the environment a mountain would have and being unwilling to experience it yourself, doesn’t make for a very inspired person in her eyes.

You just shrug and respond, “Yeah, I suppose. I didn’t accept the first time because I thought it was a scam. But then one of the Guild's trade routes got blocked right as a couple restaurants sent out commissions asking for someone to bring them food supplies.” You pause and move from sitting on a rock to the ground closer to Shenhe.

“Since both commissions required me to be at same place, I decided to take up the novelist on his offer. What’s a little journaling to fill some spare time? If it doesn’t end up being a scam, then great! Double pay! If it does…I’ll find a way to my money out of him, somehow.”

Silence fills the air after your last comment, so you assume Shenhe has nothing else to say. You both just sit there for a minute and gaze at the scenery in front of you. Then you see Shenhe turn to you out of the corner of your eye. You turn to her as well, curious about what she’s doing, and are met the most serious expression you have ever seen someone make in your life.

She puts one hand over her chest and begins talking, “Materialistic things such as money and mora have no meaning to me. However, common folk require it live healthy, stable lives.” The hand over her chest clenches into a fist. “With that in mind, anyone who dares trick you into wasting your time will surely regret doing so when they’re met with the sharp end of my polearm.”

Her tangent ends, and her former rigid posture goes slack as she waits for a response. You on the other hand, are staring slack jawed at her. Did Shenhe really just propose murder? In completely seriousness? It finally registers in your head that yes, she did, and you respond at quickly as you can at that point.

“Um, please do not kill anyone just for scamming me! Or at all, preferably.”

“Hmm? But is not most effective to remove the root of the problem completely?”

“I mean-Yes, but murder is against the law!” You yell out. Shenhe looks at you questioningly, “The law?” she says. Oh boy.

 It was a hot day in Liyue, like many others, but today was a bit different. Shenhe wanted you to come up Mt. Aozang with her, to either teach you to fight or to watch her fight. Her phrasing made it unclear.

You were initially excited when she invited you to her to come with her. She was taking you to what was essentially her home! But now, two hours into a three-hour long hike, you justifiably began to have second thoughts. And it’s already getting a bit harder to breathe, so you even want to imagine what it’s like at the summit.

Shenhe isn’t breaking a sweat, expected from someone whose lived most of their life up here. Sighing, you speak up, “Why did you want me to come along again? I didn’t catch your explanation.”

Shenhe looks at you questioningly, “The law?” she says. Oh boy.

She doesn’t even slow down when she responds, “You mentioned being paranoid due to your lack of self-defense; I’m bringing you up here to teach you what I’ve learned from my master.”

An easy solution, she thinks. Something she can help with. Gathering aside, most of your work involves a of trade routes and specifics about people she doesn’t know, so she’s glad to finally be able to repay your kindness with by teaching you a skill that will most definitely be useful.

Behind her, you groan. “You know, I’m sure there are friends who brawl with each other for fun, but I don’t think I could take a single hit from and still be able to stand.”

She halts faster than you can realize, and you bump into her. “Is everything alright?” You ask. You sound worried. She turns around to face you fully.

“Sorry. Yes, everything’s fine.” Despite her reassurance, she stands there in deep thought. It’s kind of strange to see her like this.

“…Did you forget something and just now remembered that you forgot? Or…was it something I said?” She shakes her head, but other than that doesn’t respond.

She bites her lip unceremoniously then speaks again, “You consider us to be friends...?”

You falter, “Are we not?” You’re a more than a bit crushed, and about to apologize for assuming

when Shenhe speaks up again.

“No-I mean yes, I also consider you to be very dear to me, and I hold you in high regard. It’s just…” ‘Just that I have no knowledge on how to be a good member of society, let alone a good enough friend for you’ Is what comes to mind, but Shenhe doesn’t say it. Not like that, at least.

“I have no prior companions from the mortal realm, nor do I have any knowledge in the realm of friendship.” Shenhe sucks in a shaky breath, “Despite this, I quite like the title of ‘friend’. And I am more than willing to learn about it. For you.”

You’re left stunned. What can you say? You were never expecting such a heartfelt confession from her. A moment passes without you saying anything, and Shenhe starts to regret saying anything. Before she can turn around and write it off, though, you grab her hand. Intertwining your fingers together, you bring pair of your locked hands into view and smile.

“Thank you, truly. And know that all the work you do is appreciated.” You bring your hands back down to your sides.

Those words leave Shenhe feeling…lighter. As if the heavy ropes that restricted her emotions had loosened. Instead of the usual numbness she felt, she was…happy.

The two of you walked up the rest of the mountain hand in hand.

[xghostvoid]

COD ZODIAC SIGNS HC

141 edition

note: i am not super well versed in zodiacs but it’s something i enjoy and thought i would make this, it’s just my thoughts and i would love to hear other thoughts/ feedback!

PRICE

Pisces. He just feels like he's born in March to me? But not an Aries. Pisces are said to be compassionate and empathetic and I think that shows with how he treats 141 (esp gaz he's the favourite and it's obvious)

GHOST

He's either a Aries or a Leo, hes 100% a fire sign in my opinion. I say Aries cuz he's very straightforward, stubborn and likes to be independent and lead, and I say Leo because he's very self confident. The whole "quite the opposite" when soap asked if hes ugly, he likes working alone and going on solo missions because he knows what he's doing and has the confidence he is the only one who can do it. He’s a cocky bastard and I think he's either an Aries or Leo (I personally would say both are in his big three)

GAZ

Aquarius or Leo. He's rather a Valentines day baby or a Leo, I refuse to think otherwise /j, Aquarius’s are said to be good problem solvers and Gaz has gone through so much and he’s preserved (gaz has fallen out of a helicopter and made that shit work for him that's pretty good problem solving to me) And I would say Leo cuz he is also pretty confident in himself and he's very loyal which is a trait found in Leo.

SOAP

Gemini. He's boisterous and Gemini are seen as more bubbly kind of signs, and his ways of conversing and joking in times where he probably shouldn't I think shows some of that. (i believe he has a fire sign in his chart cuz he's very quick to anger and hit headed as well im thinking Aries moon or rising)

[dad-dictatious-galadrigal]

The Reveal

Shout out to @daylightisminetoconsume for helping me.

Ruby walk outside and smoke her cigarette. She had heard rumors that Gunmar escaped the Darklands. The only thing she is worried about her daughter Jess. She worked with Bular closely, will Gunmar take Bular’s death on her?

From a distance she can hear a man screaming. She put her cigarette out and rush to the source of the scream outside of Main Street. She looked down the alleyway and gasped.

Gunmar looked over at her, blood dripping from his mouth.

Ruby back a bit. “The rumors are true.” She transform into her troll form. Gunmar only smirk.

He turned to her. “Ruby. I heard so much about you.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Your daughter is name is Jess. She got close to my son. She’s a mighty assassin…unlike her father.”

Before Ruby said anything, a small troll stumbled behind Gunmar. “My lord? Who are you talking to?”

Ruby’s heart dropped. “Dictatious?” She whispered.

Gunmar let out a chuckle and show Ruby the blind troll. “So your Dictatious precious Ruby?”

“Who’s that?”

“Dictatious!”

Dictatious recognize that voice. “R-Ruby?”

Ruby looks up at Gunmar. He give her a nod of approval. She rushes to her love. She notice his eyes are foggy. “Oh Dictatious, it’s me.” She tears up.

Dictatious reaches up and touches her cheeks. He gasps a bit. “Ruby…it is you.”

They press foreheads as they cry tears of joy.

“What a lovely couple.” Gunmar mocked. “Too bad your mate is a trainer.”

Dictatious pulls back. “What do you mean?”

Ruby takes a step back as Gunmar laughs. “You don’t know, don’t you?”

“Gunmar please…no.”

“No? Typical. Always keeping secrets like the impure you are!”

“My lord….what are you saying?”

Gunmar sighs and grabs Dictatious neck. He holds him up as Dictatious markings shin.

“No!!!!” Ruby cries.

“Change or his dead!”

Ruby cries and turns into her human form. Gunmar drops Dictatious. As Dictatious was trying to get air, Gunmar grabs Ruby’s waist. Ruby let out a painful cry. Gunmar brings Ruby close to Dictatious. “Touch him.”

Ruby sobs quietly and place her hand on Dictatious cheek. Dictatious can feel the human flesh coming from his love. He slowly turns to her. “No….”

Gunmar drops Ruby. She falls to the ground like she’s been defeated from a major fight.

“Now you know she’s been lying to you.”

Dictatious looks at the human blur that is Ruby. She looks back at him. “I’m sorry.”

She got up quickly and ran the other way.

Dictatious is in a state of shock.

“Come. We have work to do.”

[echobutgirlypop]

List of things I could talk about for ages (Miraculous Edition)

Julekka. Like everything about julekka. Her model dreams, her insecurities, her relationships with rose, Luka, and her father. I love her

Adrien. I feed off of Adrien Agreste angst. He is my triple A battery. Chat Blanc, his relationships with ladybug, Marinette, his father, his mother, Nathalie. His fears and dreams.

Marinette!!! Season 4 was nonstop tears. I would rant about her emotional state but not today. Also the way she is the straightest girl ever yet succeeds in making her female friendships the most queercoded things ever. LADYBUG LADYBUG LADYBUG.

Chloe’s scrapped redemption arc. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA it’s not fair it’s not fair it’s not fair.

OBLIVIO😍😍🤭🤩🤩.

Marinette’s breakdown at the end of s3 ep24.

Marinette and Alya’s friendship (did I say that already?) and how it grew in season 4

CATWALKER 😭.

Chloe’s relationships with her family!!!

The queer rep in this godforsaken show

[endrinstone]

Showtime smp cooking/food headcanons :P

Strobe: Everything she bakes tastes light and airy to an almost magical degree.

Xp: Cooking functioned differently back in her old world, so even when she follows a recipe exactly as she remembers it, cooking it as she always used to, it comes out tasting different here. It frustrates her a little bit, but she also finds it fascinating to experiment with how food works here.

Loppez: Unironically enjoys the taste of catfood.

Rin: Likes it when fruit is slightly unripe, because the tartness reminds her of chorus fruit.

Merffin: As a sentient muffin, he has mixed feelings about the concept of baking. He feels schadenfreude when eating baked goods that he bought himself, but he'd take it as a grave insult if someone else offered him some (he'd probably kill them).

Boba: A bit hesitant about accepting food from others ever since the picnic with Quakitus.

[madzistired]

As much as I “love” my state, I want to put out some weird Ohio laws (some might not be in-forced btw)

It’s illegal to fish for whales on Sunday, last I checked, no whales are in the Great Lakes.

Illegal to get a fish drunk

Ohio drive education manual says that you must honk the horn whenever you pass another car.

If someone loses their pet tiger they must call the authorities within an hour.

I actually know this one, one time a guy who had a few tigers as pets lost ���em and I’m pretty sure they hurt or killed someone. So, just don’t loose your pet tiger kids!

[cozylittleartblog]

worst way to start my new year, thanks. i have a lot of things to say about these companies but i'm tired and just keeping it focused to the pin side of things for this one. do not ever buy pins from these companies, literally ALL of them are stolen from small artists like me. if you want to buy enamel pins, check out etsy, and artist's personal websites and shops! (though even Etsy has some bootleg pins that ship straight from china, so tread carefully…)

Every pin I've designed is, thus far, EXCLUSIVE to my etsy. if you find it anywhere else, it's been ripped off! and once these stupid bootlegs pop up, it's basically a never ending game of whack-a-mole trying to get them all taken down...

[phantomialie]

And now all I do is feel.

I hate when you’re not here, when you’re nowhere around and I can’t reach you. I knew everything was going to fall.

Look at me. So helpless as a result of your actions. I don’t blame you, but dammit you should of stayed away from me. I lose my sense of reality when you frown at me, even though I deserve to see that side of you. Please just come back once again and let me make things better, let me fix everything. I couldn't before so just let me do it now. Please. Please. I beg of you.

What have you done to me?

[hanjlsung]

hyunjin | 240720

[lil-lemon-snails]

decided to draw some of your guys' tags from my harlequin sun and moon post!!! These guys are so much fun and you're all so funny >w<

[strangersteddierthings]

Shovel Talk(s) Part One

Part One 🦇Part Two🦇Part Three🦇Part Four

Steve and Eddie aren't even together when Steve gets the Shovel Talk from Eddie's uncle, but it is what tips Steve into talking to Eddie about his feelings, so he's not upset by it.

They aren't dating, not because he doesn't want Eddie, because he absolutely does. It's just that he wants to be sure Eddie wants him back. There are times when he's sure, when Eddie gets into his space a bit too close, or more often, than he does with anyone else. Eddie calls him a thousand and one nicknames, ranging from sweet to irritating but just when Steve thinks that's a perk left just for him, Eddie hands someone else a new nickname (just the one, a voice in Steve's head that sounds suspiciously like Robin says).

Not that any of that is the point. Wayne wouldn't bother to give Steve a shovel talk at all unless he knew how Eddie felt. Wayne is a man of action, and he's never done anything unless it mattered. Meant something. Steve and Wayne have sat in plenty of (what Steve considers to be) awkward silences because Wayne doesn't talk to fill the void of silence.

The point is, Steve drops Eddie off at the house the government so graciously bought for the Munsons, walks Eddie to the door and giving Eddie a hug goodbye. He stays on the porch until Eddie shuts the door and then nearly jumps out of his skin when he hears Wayne call out his name.

"Harrington," Wayne says from the shadows of the wrap around porch.

So, Steve jumps and it's only then he notices that Wayne is sitting at the table and chairs set up on the porch. "Mr. Munson, sir, hi. Hello."

Wayne lets out a chuckle, but it doesn't really sound amused. "I have come to accept that you are nothing like your father, boy, but I do want to make it clear to you, that Eddie means more to me than anything else on this Earth."

"I know, sir."

"I know you do. And while I will forever be grateful that you helped return him to me alive, know that I will not hesitate to make you disappear if you hurt my boy in a way he can't bounce back from."

Steve's not afraid of Wayne, not really, but that doesn't stop him from feeling the need to flee. He doesn't, though, because he'd gotten enough shovel talks from concerned parents in high school, and he knows they can sense weakness. "I can't promise I'd never hurt him, sir, but I can promise it'll never be intentional."

He can't actually see Wayne's face in the darkness but he feels sized up all the same.

"I believe that, Steve," Wayne says, and it's the first time Steve's ever heard his name leave the man's mouth, "now go home."

-

Wayne's shovel talk was expected. Robin's is not.

"You took Eddie on a date date?" She whispers it as though they aren't alone in Steve's living room. They're laying on the floor in a line, heads next to each other so if they turn slightly to the side they can make eye contact. Steve's not sure why they always end up on the floor for Serious Talk Time.

"Yeah," Steve says, looking away from Robin's face to stare up to the ceiling, "I mean, sorta? We can't like... be open that it was a date, but we went to dinner and a movie and it was nice. Shared a popcorn and played footsie under the diner table."

"Whoa," Robin says. "I never thought you'd- didn't think you'd be brave enough to ask him."

"Me either."

"Steve," Robin sounds serious, so Steve turns to look at her. She studies his face for a moment before she's the one to look away, speaks to the ceiling, "be careful with Eddie, yeah?"

"What? Careful how?"

"I just think you could really fuck him up," Robin says. "You're his first boyfriend, right? That's going to set a precedent for relationships that might happen if you two don't work out. And I hate to say this, because I know you've changed, but like, I saw how a lot of those girls you dated in high school ended up when you broke up with them."

Steve's a little hurt, because Robin's his best friend. She should be giving this talk to Eddie, not him. But, also, he understands. He knows that Robin knew about Eddie's sexuality before he did, knows they bonded over being queer while Steve was still figuring himself out.

Steve also knows that Eddie's never been in a relationship before, Eddie'd told him at much when Steve asked him out. Steve doesn't like that Robin implied that he and Eddie will eventually break up, but no matter how much that thought makes Steve's heart ache, he won't know if it'll happen unless it does.

He just doesn't understand why she seems to think he'll be the one breaking Eddie's heart. It could go the other way.

"Did you OD over there?" Robin asks, trying to lighten the mood.

"No," Steve answers, "I'll be careful."

-

They've been on four more dates before Nancy knocks on his door. She doesn't accept his invitation to come inside. Just starts speaking on his doorstep.

"As Eddie's Capital P Soulmate," is how she starts that sentence, and it makes something hurt deep inside Steve as he tries not to think about Robin, "I am obligated to remind you that I do own several guns now. And I don't miss."

"Jesus Christ," Steve says, because even Wayne was more subtle, "I got it."

"Good. I do know you'd never hurt him on purpose," Nancy says but Steve doesn't feel reassured.

He thinks that, if she really didn't think he's going to end up hurting Eddie she wouldn't have said anything at all. "Right."

"Well, good talk Steve," and then she's walking down the driveway and climbing into her car.

He closes the door and goes to the kitchen to get himself a beer, mostly so he has something to do besides stew in his emotions. He wonders if Eddie has been given the shovel talk, too? Maybe Robin did the same thing Nancy just did. Showed up unprompted, threatened Eddie with some sort of bodily harm, and then just left.

Steve grabs the phone and dials Eddie's number.

"Hello?" Eddie's voice greets him, albeit questioningly.

"Eddie, it's Steve."

"Oh, hello sweetheart," Eddie says, "are you calling for business or pleasure?"

Steve laughs, "business."

"Boo!"

"Listen, uh, I had a question. I just wanted to know if anyone's said anything to you. About us. Or, y'know, specifically about us and our relationship?"

"Uh, not really? A few congratulations, I guess. Why? Did someone say something?" Eddie's voice is level, almost too level, so Steve knows he's trying to keep cool.

"Oh, no! No! I mean, aside from the scary shovel talk from- Wayne, everyone's been surprisingly cool about it. Very supportive," Steve says and even though it's true, everyone they've told has been cool about it, it feels a little bit like a lie.

Eddie laughs, "I can't believe my uncle gave you a shovel talk! You know, I keep expecting to get one from Robin but so far nothing. She must think you're safe in my capable hands."

Steve is safe in Eddie's hand, he thinks, but that doesn't stop the sting that goes through him. "Of course, she does. You've been a perfect boyfriend."

There's a pause before Eddie's voice comes through the phone, soft and quiet, "I'm glad you said so. I want to be. For you."

"You're not allowed to say those kinds of things when you aren't within kissing distance, babe," Steve says, because if he doesn't add humor to this conversation, he's going to tell Eddie he loves him instead, and even Steve knows that saying that a month into dating is too soon, especially over the phone where he can't see Eddie's reaction.

Eddie laughs and makes kissing sounds at him before the conversation shifts to chatting about the day and making plans for the weekend.

-

Steve is trying really hard to not be the person he was in high school but every time he gets to the point where he's being a better person, someone brings up how he used to be. Shoves it back into his face that no matter what Steve does he can't outrun his past.

One such time is shortly after Steve and Eddie accidentally come out as a couple to all of Hellfire. Steve was just dropping off the boys and had stepped inside to chat a bit. Once game time had arrived it had and Steve made to leave, they'd (he and Eddie) had been on autopilot. Eddie'd whined 'where's my goodbye kiss?' and Steve had stepped over, kissed him goodbye, and was out the door before it had actually computed.

Steve had burst back through the door, rushing back to Eddie, because no way in Hell was he going to leave his boyfriend to deal with whatever the consequences would be alone.

It had been absolute chaos at the table with people shouting over each other.

"Of all the people you could be with, you picked Steve!? You could do better!" Mike had whined, and Steve had thought for sure he was the only one who had heard Mike until he saw Will punch his arm and hiss his own 'don't be a dick' at Mike.

It took almost half an hour to calm everyone down. It was a relief to know that Eddie had come out to his bandmates/the older Hellfire members already. The kids took it in stride, in the end, and Eddie had shoo'd Steve away.

Jeff had excused himself, too, and Steve thought he was just going to use the bathroom but instead he followed Steve outside.

Ah. Steve knows what's coming.

"Harrington," Jeff says, "can't say I'm excited that you're the secret boyfriend Eddie's constantly sighing wistfully about. I'm sure Wayne's already threatened you," And Robin, and Nancy, and Mike doesn't think he's good enough, "but if you hurt Eddie-"

"I get it! There will be dire consequences if I hurt Eddie," Steve snaps, not down for hearing it anymore. He stomps to his car and peels away from the curb without bothering to look back.

-

If he's being honest, Steve didn't even know he had a breaking point with shovel talks until he gets his fifth one from Dustin.

It's not even a shovel talk. It's just a single sentence, said almost a month after Dustin learned about their relationship. He's dropping Dustin off after their DnD game. Normally Claudia picks him up, but she's busy tonight and asked Steve to do it.

"Alright, Henderson, safely delivered."

"Thanks, Steve," Dustin says, unbuckles his seatbelt, and opens the door, before turning back to Steve. He just looks at him for a moment.

"What?"

"I'm happy for you and Eddie. Just, don't hurt him, ok?"

He nods his head but can't say anything. Dustin grabs his backpack, shoots him a smile, and climbs out. Steve does wait until Dustin closes the front door behind him before putting the car back in gear.

He manages to get home, somehow, because Steve doesn't fully remember the drive. It's not that his mind was so focused on something else that made him fail to take in his surroundings, but rather that his mind wasn't even a part of his body anymore.

One moment he was pulling away from the Henderson residence, and the next, he was home, just standing in his kitchen in the dark. And now that his thoughts are back, or easier to process, he finds himself wondering why everyone thinks that he's going to be the one to hurt Eddie.

How many people has he hurt that this is his reputation? Is it inevitable that he will hurt Eddie? Is it truly just a matter of time until he breaks Eddies heart? Why is everyone so convinced that he will?

Briefly the thought occurs to him that maybe he should call up Eddie and break up with him right now, before Eddie has a chance to get in deep enough that Steve could break his heart, but just the thought of it breaks Steve's heart, so he's not going to do that. Doesn't want to do that. That would just be punishing Eddie for something he didn't do.

None of this is Eddie's fault, and Steve's an asshole for even thinking of breaking up with him because of it. Which feeds him back into the loop of thinking that maybe everyone is right about him. He is an asshole and will someday hurt Eddie, perhaps even on purpose.

He loves Eddie. He's in love with Eddie. But does loving him mean proving his friends wrong? Or does it mean leaving him before they're proven right?

He wants to ask everyone why they think he'll hurt Eddie.

He wants to ask everyone why they don't care if he's the one that gets hurt.

[thatdelusionalnerd]

some of the best lines of npmd

not in any order, just the ones I remembered first

M’bahbeque

Everyone’s got their secrets, and this one’s mine - I love Jesus 🥺

My titties are tenderized 😡

She’s bisexual and she’s dead where else do you think she’d be

Did you just throw your hand between the hammer and the phone

You and Steph? It’s a fantasy. Just like a boy and his anime love pillows

Oh it’s all right Grace! -Don’t comfort her she’s fucking weird

NONO this is like the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me

Mom will you pass the butt stuff

No we’re gonna be cool beans let’s keep these beans cool 

I AM GOD GOOO NIGHTHAWKS

We understand you and we support you but you fucking reek man

I love being alive! (This isn’t my favorite because it’s so tragic but that’s why I put it here)

I WANT SOME HOT WATER AND MAKE IT STRONG 🤬

we don’t give a shit about your phone

[starsnsparkl3s]

you hated satoru with everything in your body.

you hated how his stupid white hair and his stupid blue eyes got both women and men alike. you hated how strong he was and how he could crush you easily. you hated his smile, how bright is was. his humor, how it’s exactly like yours. you hated how smooth he was with his words, words sliding off his tongue like butter. you hated his touch, how it was soft and gentle, knowing he’s killed many and will kill again with those very hands.

you’ve known him since his first day as jujustu high. one of your professors had everyone have a buddy-system. despite your initial connection with shoko, you were put with satoru gojo. and he pissed you off bad. you didn’t even know how anyone liked him, with his constant teasing and flirty behaviour you assumed was for everyone. and everyone fell for it, except you.

you just hated him.

but why, when his hand touches yours, bolts of electricity shoot through you?

but why, when you walk him to class, your heart flutters as he speaks?

but why, when geto and shoko tease you, you just roll your eyes and smile, pushing them away?

but why, when he comes up to you at a party, tipsy but still aware, touching your waist, your heart rate quickens?

but why, when you wake up in his bed the next morning, his arms wrapped around your form, you feel.. safe? like you’re at home.

do you really hate him, or are you just in denial?

[apathetic-kiss]

The Rosier Family being social outcasts amongst the rest of the Sacred 28, not out of disgust or betrayal, but rather due to how the other families hold a morbid curiosity and slight fear towards the pure-bloods who seem to isolate themselves more than any other family.

For as long as anyone could remember, the Rosiers produced peculiar looking heirs; they all shared the same bone-white hair and gaping eye-bags, facial structure like fine china and long, bendy limbs. The children were always strange, seemingly intellectual and wise beyond their years, darkened pupils that seemed to stare into your soul if you made eye-contact for too long. They would chatter amongst themselves, rarely talking to the other pure-blood youths, preferring to whisper to each other in soft mumbles and squeaks. The Rosier children were never sent to Hogwarts, and rarely attended pure-blood banquets and balls. If they did, they trailed behind their parents and hid away in corners, blending in with the cryptids and ghosts which seemed to haunt every old wizarding mansion. When they aged, the Rosier offspring tended to become even more hermit-like; there was no presenting a daughter to society, no celebrations of a boy coming-of-age in the same way there was in other pure-blood families. They instead would disappear from pure-blood society for years at a time, their parents or aunts or siblings airily mentioning that they were abroad at the time.

In adult-hood, it was said the Rosiers only had one path of employment, and that was none. The blood-line was made up of inventors, of researches and explorers and users of dark magic, of witches and wizards who travelled the world and did unspeakable things in the name of discovery. Whispers existed amongst the Sacred 28 in regards to what the Rosiers had managed to uncover, invent, and twist their magic into, with rumours of anything from successful immortality, inter-species breeding, artificial life, and spells, hexes, and potions beyond one's wildest imagination. Whenever a Rosier died (as very few of them seemed to make it to old age), it was usually due to a tragic accident, a spell gone wrong or being mauled to death by a mysterious creature, a mix-up of potions or something along the lines of accidental, self-inflicted insanity. The private events such as funerals were barred from anyone outside the family line, preventing any further investigation into the births, lives, and deaths of the Rosiers.

The exception was if there ever was to be a union of two families when a wedding was held on the mysterious lawns of the Rosier mansion. Even then, it was kept relatively private, with only the immediate family of the non-Rosier spouse allowed to be in attendance, and the presence of a single writer to detail the events of the ceremony for the Sacred 28's records. However, weddings only ever seemed to happen once every forty years or so; there was only usually a single sibling married in a generation, the others dying mysteriously young or pledging themselves to their work for all eternity. It was as though the Rosiers only ever interacted and joined with another family for the sake of continuing the blood-line, and other than that would rather stay hidden away on the acres of property and endless wealth accumulated by the family over the generations.

The birth of twins Evan and Pandora Rosier was kept a secret from the rest of the Sacred 28 until their fifth birthday, when their mother brought them along to a morning tea hosted at a pure-blood mansion for the women to discuss the current political sphere of the wizarding world. The other women were shocked when Céline Rosier floo-ed into the mansion, her first public appearance in almost six years (they always invited her and her husband to events out of obligation and politeness, but the two very rarely showed to events. Secretly, the other family members were always slightly relieved when they didn't.). They were even more surprised at the addition of two white-haired children clinging to her robes, who she whispered to softly and sent outside to the court-yard to see the other children. Céline's sister, Druella Black, embraced her tightly, though the fury at her exclusion from her sister's life ever was apparent on her face; the family had cut her off both socially and financially after she chose to move to the Black family mansion instead of raising her children on the Rosier ancestral land. People had whispered about how this apparent betrayal to her roots and her aligning with the Black family instead would place a curse on her and her children, the rumours already whirling after her boys were born and were missing the signature pale hair; Druella had dyed her hair black the day after Sirius was born, a sign of rebellion against anyone who dared question her allegiance to the Blacks. Still, as they grew older, the lack of resemblance between the Rosier twins and the Black boys became more and more apparent regardless of the closeness in blood relativity. Nobody dared bring up the curse again, and Druella's maiden name and the history of her roots was never mentioned in Sacred 28 circles again.

Evan and Pandora grew up the same way generations of their ancestors had; isolated, surrounded by books, and most of all, alone. Their parents spent most of their days locked away in their own workshops, the job of child-rearing left to various members of staff and random family members who lived around the property. There were always wizarding scientists and researchers and medical professionals popping in and out of the mansion, some staying for tea and some staying for six months at a time, some who ignored the children and some who taught Evan everything he knew about potions. Though some would argue that this was no way for children to grow up, the twins would disagree; they had free-reign of the giant house and surrounding property, no bed time or limitations and complete access to their family library which had been accumulated over centuries to house over twenty-thousand books and manuscripts. When Pandora was eight, she decided she was going to read everything in the library before she died, even if it took her reading all day every day of her life (she gave this up not even twelve days into it, when had Evan begged her to put down the books and come camp down at the creek with him. She had obliged). They spent the first eleven years of their lives reading constantly and desperately, devouring novels and spell books and potion guides and studies on muggles and wizarding magazines and whatever they could get their hands on. They made potions and taught themselves non-verbal magic, experimenting with animals and transfiguration and manipulated all kinds of elements and metals and objects. They never learnt the distinction between light and dark magic, it all seemingly just a tool for them to learn how to further their skills. It was an incredible way to grow up according to them, and they wouldn't have changed it for the world. But before their shared eleventh birthday, everything had changed.

When the pair woke up and received their Hogwarts letters, they had simply tossed them to the ground and gone on with their day; Hogwarts was irrelevant to them, and only existed vaguely in their peripheral thoughts as something that other magical children were a part of. However, that night when they sat down for a very rare family meal, Céline had announced that the twins would be starting at the boarding school in September. That decision was final. After some push-back from her children, she had shut them down with a no-arguments look and the twins fell silent. They looked at each other with slight hesitation, not knowing what the hell to expect from this switch-up in the routine and life-style they had known all their life. That summer, Pandora had buried herself in books and journals written about Hogwarts and by Hogwarts students, attempting to learn and memorise everything she could about the school and its history. Evan on the other hand, was in complete denial; he shut down any mention of the school by his mother or sister, and refused to engage in Pandora's discussion about aspects of the curriculum or what their experiences at the school may be. He spent most of his time leading up to their departure for Hogwarts locked in the upper rooms of the mansion, experimenting on frogs and rats and mice as he perfected more spells and potions he was working on (though he did occasionally allow Pandora to join him and help work out the flaws in his potion-work, as long as she promised no mention of their upcoming time at the educational institute that will not be named).

The first problem that came along at Hogwarts was the expectation that they mingle with the other pure-blood families; they had only very rarely interacted with other children, and so the idea that they were supposed to befriend and talk to these other pure-bloods was an alien concept to them. Evan and Pandora had spent a little time with Regulus and Sirius as kids, but the brothers were already sitting with Sirius' Gryffindor friends in another carriage. However, this did mean the twins had an excuse to sit alone together and bury themselves in books (Pandora in her now-battered copy of Hogwarts; a History, and Evan in a definitely illegal book on the anatomy of various creatures and how to best butcher them for black-market sale).

The second problem that arose for the twins was the discovery at the sorting ceremony that they were to be in different houses. Evan was called up first, and the whispers had already begun about which house the first Rosier to ever attend Hogwarts would be in. The hat barely touched his head before shouting out Slytherin, and he had made a bee-line for where Regulus was seated with the other first years on the table. However when the hat was placed on Pandora's head, it had deliberated for a few seconds before calling out Ravenclaw. Evan had felt his face drop and the his look of horror matched Pandora's own; there was nothing wrong with Ravenclaw of course, but the awfulness of not being in the same house as his sister was something that hadn't even crossed his mind. They had spent their whole lives together, they were attached at the hip, they were practically the same person, right? Right? He watched Pandora drift over to her house table with a mournful look on her face, nodding with fake reassurance at her when their eyes locked. They would make this work.

The third problem Hogwarts presented the twins was the issue of their apparent disconnection from the rest of the wizarding world. Though this was something that had never bothered them before, and something they had in fact felt proud of in their childhood, it was now becoming a problem. Evan had never shared a room with anyone aside from Pandora, and his social skills... left room for improvement. His room-mates, Regulus and Barty, thought he was a total asshole who hated the both of them, when in reality he simply didn't understand the premise of politeness; he and Pandora had always been brutally honest to one another and to their parents, and this just seemed like the norm until he arrived at Hogwarts. Pandora's roommates on the other hand seemed to catch on to her apparent otherness immediately, and quickly shunned her from their group for being weird and creepy (it actually took Pandora a few weeks to catch onto the fact that they were being mean to her; she just figured the other girls were ignoring her out of nerves, the same way she was anxious every time she tried to start a conversation with them. She discovered this was not the case though after the fifth time she had tried to talk to one of them, and they had all left the room giggling and pointing at her). Neither of them made any real friends in their first year, and were utterly miserable.

Things perked up in their second year. Regulus had gotten into a fight with Sirius over summer and the two were no longer on speaking terms. Barty's presence had started to become truly annoying to Regulus, so Evan and Pandora became the only ones Regulus deemed appropriate company as the two were happy to sit in silence and read together. Pandora also managed to befriend an older Slytherin girl, Dorcas, as the two had striked up a conversation about Herbology in the library and become study partners. Dorcas was struggling in her third-year potions, a subject Pandora was well-versed in and knew all kinds of tips and tricks in. Pandora was barely passing Defence Against the Dark Arts as the theory was mind-numbingly boring to her, but luckily it was Dorcas' best subject. Evan and Regulus were quickly added to their study group due to their proficiency in other subjects, and when he could be convinced to shut up, Barty would sometimes lounge on a nearby table and pretend to do work. How he managed to have the highest grades of all of them, that was the true mystery.

Their little rag-tag group of five only grew closer over the years at Hogwarts, and stuck together through all the triumphs and traumas. They were there for each other when Dorcas was made quidditch captain, when Sirius ran away and Regulus was left alone, when Evan and Pandora's mother died in fifth year, when Regulus was made a prefect, when Dorcas' sister contracted a terminal illness, when Barty came back from Christmas break with red marks up and down his back. They were there for each other through it all, and Evan never knew the meaning of found family until their group of five found each other; to the Rosiers, family was blood and blood was family, end of story. He had never known there was an alternative, but he didn't care; his mother and father had never held him when he cried, but Dorcas had wrapped her arms around him after he broke down thinking of his mother being lowered into the ground.

And, after everything went down and everything went to shit, Regulus and Barty had held him in the shower as his shoulders shook, terror and fear and mourning wracking his body as he thought of Pandora. His beautiful sister, the most important person in his life, the other half of his soul had denounced him, had said she would kill him herself if she ever saw him again, had screamed at him with ferocity unseen ever before after seeing the tattoo that now decorated his forearm. She'd refused to listen to him and his pleas to join him, to follow him into the darkness of discovery, to become powerful together. After everything they had been through, they'd each chosen family in their own way; Evan, in following Regulus and Barty into the darkness Voldemort's growing allegiance, and Pandora, in remaining isolated from the affairs of the outer wizarding world, in separating herself from anyone who was not blood or who betrayed their blood, and in cutting off their apparent found family at the drop of a hat.

At the end of the day, it all came back to family, to the Rosiers, and to the endless, relentless isolation.

Evan died alone on a battle-field, his body left on a beach to be reclaimed by the elements as his soul departed for the afterlife. Pandora felt the second he left this plane of existence, a string inside of her cut and leaving her forever longing for the brother she had lost a long time ago. She had looked out her kitchen window after the day of his death, seeing a pair of two dark-haired men standing in the paddock across from the Rosier mansion, the empty space left for her twin apparent in the middle of the two men. They had all looked at one another for a moment, before her old friends had disapparated into the winds of the day. Pandora sighed quietly, a tear falling down her face as turned back towards the bubbling cauldron she was minding. She wiped her face quickly as she heard her husband walking up the stairs, and fixed her face with a soft smile.

Pandora died alone in the backyard of her childhood home, a flash of blue light being the last thing she saw before her body fell to the ground. Her last thought was not of her twin, but rather of her daughter he never got to meet, and the regret she felt at subjecting her to seeing her mother die like that. As she felt herself cross into the afterlife, it was as though a part of her soul let out a sigh of relief. Though she was leaving behind her family, she was to join Evan and her parents once again. Maybe that was for the best.

Xenophilius locked up the Rosier mansion for good after his wife was buried in the family graveyard, moving his young daughter away from the house which had always rubbed him the wrong way. The halls, the bedrooms, workshops, and library would stay empty for many years, preserved with spells and protective enchantments keeping the mansion pristine and untouched by the years gone by. If one were to visit now, it would look as though the Rosiers were still there, and perhaps had simply gone for a walk, and would return any minute. They say the ghosts of the Rosier bloodline still haunt the house, the chatter of laughter and the sound of scribbling and the turning of pages echoing through its empty, abandoned hallways.

Another family lost, forgotten to the magic of time passing.