#It Is Hella Dangerous In Some of the Woods Out There

[marengogo]

hi!!

i have some questions regarding the cake issue, i'd ask chikooritajjk, but i'm honestly terrified of them 😞

did the other members get a cake for a pre release track?

ik jin got one for 'astronaut' and jk got one for both 'dreamers' + 'seven', but those are both singles...

so imo it's a little weird that the company would get tae a cake for a 'love me again' and 'rainy days' and not just wait for his album

also i saw them talking about wasting cake, but isn't there a thing where they can have the bakery frost styrofoam so it'll look like a cake? plus the members are given cakes on their birthday and sometimes they don't eat them...

don't want to cause issues btw! if jimin really didn't want a cake, i'm fine with it bc that's his choice, i'm just confused about some things

if you don't feel like answering, you don't have to!

ik you (and other bloggers) are not chikooritajjk's mail box and if i was able to come off anon without causing myself a anxiety attack 🙃, i would definitely just ask them directly! but i also like your thoughts and opinions as well on bts and jikook related things 😊

sorry for bothering you 💜

so i see my ask was taken the wrong way 😞 just want to clear up a few things i don't hate chikooritajjk, i honestly think they're lovely and are very helpful with explaining things (streaming, bts, jikook, queer topics ect), so it does make me sad that it came across that way i'm scared of them bc i have social anxiety and really want to talk to them about things they discuss (i know, it's a me problem, got that 🫡) and trust me, it took a lot to even send that ask bc ik people don't always like answering asks concerning other bloggers wasn't trying to sabotage your friendship with them either, i follow both your blogs and love BOTH OF YOUR POSTS i sent the cake ask bc i'm genuinely confused and had some questions, and like i said ik it was more so an ask for chikooritajjk, but you have been interacting their posts and agreeing with them and i also wanted to hear YOUR OWN thoughts on it i don't mind being corrected or told i'm wrong btw, as long as someone isn't rude or disrespectful (which neither you or chikooritajjk have been btw!!) i do fear that this interaction has only reinforced my issues with interacting off anon with jkkrs though, after this i'll leave you both alone (won't send anymore asks), as that is probably you want so sorry for bothering you both, i truly did not mean to cause any discomfort or issues with my ask and probably this one.... hope you both are doing well and can't wait for more of your insightful posts! — a lost anon

Hello 🎂-Anon,

Hope you don’t mind me calling you like this, if you do please let me know.

I’ve been sitting here trying to figure out the best way to tackle your Ask as I think I’ve kinda already addressed your second ask in my post this morning. See, the thing is, whoever “baked” this particular conspiracy was so successful that many are now really so convinced that the absence of said eggs, flour & milk are actually a substantial part of a lot of the evil surrounding JM. 

But let me start with the easy part of the Ask. “did the other members get a cake for a pre release track?” Namjoon didn’t get a single slice of cake from Hybe, be it pre-release or release don't worry about what the tweet says, just want you to check out the type of cakes Joonie received, if you are interested!:

Two of the cakes were given to him by separate groups of his own friends and one was sent to him by the production team of “The Dictionary of Useless Human Knowledge”.

Now, to get back to the “source of evil” topic, it is very much an issue with the way that Chapter 2 is unfolding. It’s not about eggs, flour & milk, but about the people who found a way to make you believe that eggs, flour & milk are part of the problem. It’s about not being aware of what kind of space your SM environment might have turned into, such as not knowing that Namjoon also didn’t receive a cake, because the same people who are guiding your perception are also, shaping your environment and trying to create narratives that heavily aid in hindering the gravity of real issues that the boys might be facing.

So please, if you can, forget about the cake 🎂-Anon! It’s not about wastage or the performative act, or whatever. Did JM want cake from HYBE specifically? Unless he tells us, we can’t know, I mean if you ask me, he seems to have planned his FACE WEVERSE live to a T, I really don’t think he wanted any. Anyways, what we do now know though, thanks to Tae, is that there is a high possibility he might have not wanted it. Same as Joon.

The mishandling of Chapter 2 is so Ugh! Quite literally it is as if Pandora’s Box was opened and all sorts of shit just came rushing out 😩😩😩. BUT I will address all of these in the post I mentioned that I am working on, so for now, If I could please ask you to take a second and think about the boys real quick. MEGA-Celebrities who have been in the game for 10 years (without counting pre-debut) and not only that, they are part of the biggest group on this planet, they are BIG-big, with big money, and big problems … do you see them losing sleep over eggs, flour & milk? 

Should we be? 

Hope this answers your question and I really do hope you’ll be looking forward to my post, cause, ONCE AGAIN, I REALLY CAN'T STRESS THIS ENOUGH: There is soooooo much in Chapter 2 that needs to be address for-real-real 🤡. 

Always respectfully yours 💜🫰🏾,

Marengo.

[fraugwinska]

I've seen fanfics about Alastor × deaf reader

But what about.. blind reader? Maybe they lost sight in some battle

How they would be confused meeting Alastor at first: did someone turn the radio on- oh, thats a demon talking!

And how confused would be Alastor as his feelings started to grow towards the reader: he just enjoys their company! What else can he do when they like to listen to him spilling the tea and just rambling about everything because of his soothing voice? His favourite listener

Then.. their relationships get a bit different as in another one relaxing evening together Alastor asks if they want to see him..

And on their confused silence he answers bringing their hands to his face for them to "read" his apperience..

Just thought it would be hella fun to read! Not good enough at english, sorry for mistakes

I love your writtings! 💕Stay hydrated and don't dare to overwork yourself ☝

Hiya lovely Anon! <3 I put my own little spin on your idea! I love fics like those, and this one sat in my drafts for ages - I hope the wait was worth it! Thank you so much for this ask! <3 Warning: Contains depictions of attempted SA, please read with caution - MINORS DNI!

The bookstore was always quiet in the evenings. Well, it was quiet almost always.

Hell wasn't the most... appreciative place for tombs and books that didn't have porn or egregious murder in them, so your shop wasn't really frequented much. Occasionally, a new sinner would find their way in, not yet taken by the unpunished excessiveness Pentagram City had to offer, and would buy a book or two, never to be seen again. The rest of your clientele were loyal regulars, mostly elderly demons and imps getting books for their masters in other rings. It wasn't much, but enough for you to get by, live a simple, modest life. Your shop was mundane enough as to not attract the more dangerous ones the city had to offer, yet held the beauty that only an antique bookstore could, with a reading room like atmosphere, mismatched armchairs scattered in between the high bookshelves and an old radio on the counter playing in the background.

That didn't mean there weren't moments you'd have to get yourself out of some serious situations. On rare occasions, the patrons of your bookstore became too demanding or rough with you, thinking they could intimidate or screw you over because of your... handicap. After all, how would you see the hand reaching in the register, or the little spell book slipping into the inside pocket of a jacket. The blindness you were born with on earth hadn't left you in your death, but the enhanced sensitivity of your other senses made things easier for you. You had learned to take your losses, unwilling to let these moments ruin your confidence in your work or diminish your spirits.

You navigated through the little store with ease, putting laid-out books back into their designated places - feeling the backs of the books like it spelled their names, and motion memory guiding you through the maze of furniture and shelves - your plain, long felt skirt softly brushing this edge and that wood panel. What you wore wasn't fancy, modern or stylish attire, but it was comfortable enough. And who were you kidding? At the end of the day, nobody cared for your less-than-ordinary appearance, but yourself.

Your mind had been drifting around between random topics for a while until, on your last trip back to the front desk, your round ears picked up the bell on your door and the faint sound of staticy talking, coming from the direction of the counter. A customer, at this hour no less! But you were sure you had turned off the radio hours ago... maybe the old thing was finally breaking down, you thought with a little sadness. You hurried to it, still hung back in your thoughts and babbling as you turned the desk to shut the little device off so your customer wasn't disturbed.

"Hello, I'm terribly sorry if you're bothered by the radio, I should have turned it off. Feel free to browse through-" you paused mid-sentence as the air shifted slightly. You had turned the familiar knob but the filtered voice didn't stop talking. Your ears moved around, as if the source was everywhere and nowhere at the same time, trying to determine its source, when the other occupant of the store laughed at the surprise written on your face.

"Apologies aren't necessary my dear, but that wasn't the little device here but me, asking for service. Although I'm quite fond of a little old fashioned tune - comes with the title of the Radio Demon, you see." He talked with amusement, or something in his tone seemed powerful and dangerous. As his words started to make sense to you, you held a sharp breath, struggling not to take a step back. Of course you've heard of Alastor, the Radio Demon, but you've never had the honor (or dread) of meeting him in person. Rumors had spread around in hell a long time before you'd even gotten here, stories of a powerful overlord who'd broadcasted the screams and torments of his victims, spreading fear to everyone, from sinner, to lesser demons, to even other overlords themselves.

"W-welcome to my store, sir! What can I help you with today?" You smiled pleasantly, hoping that showing him respect and going out of your way for a courteous interaction could possibly keep you from being torn to pieces. You heard the ruffling of fabric - a hand reaching into a pocket, wrapping it's fingers around a thick piece of paper, along a low, distorted chuckle. "A good friend of mine recommended your store to me, I am looking for a few... unusual books, hopefully to be found here."

You waited into the silence, one second, two, three. When he said nothing, only static noise slowly increasing in volume, you decided to speak again. "May you tell me the titles, sir?"

"If you'd take the list, little mouse, everything I need is on it." His voice had an edge of annoyance to it now. You didn't know when his presence had approached so close to where you stood, and couldn't decide if that was a good sign or not. You sighed, pulling the darkened glasses off you wore day in, day out, revealing the white irises that gave your blindness away. After a sound like a record scratch, you managed a helpless smile. "I fear if it's not in braille, it won't do much to hand me that."

The other demon was silent again, but the crackling static had dropped, and before you had time to add something that wouldn't get you gutted, he'd barked a laugh, sounding genuinely amused and entertained.

"My, isn't that a bit cliché, my dear? A blind mouse? Any chance you have two siblings?"

That joke was new. You dared to husk out a little laugh, too, your hands gently resting on the counter top. "I hate to disappoint, but no. I even have my tail still, no farmers wife with a knife."

There was a change in his stance, his coat sweeping the air as you heard the list was laid on the wooden surface in front of you, surprisingly not crushed or crumbling under the power of his hand. Coldness swept like waves of fog over the front desk and your hands, you pulled them away with a shudder, confused, but your patron just hummed.

"There, that should've done the trick. I'd rather not want to read my little.... requests aloud, they're a rather curious bunch, I believe. Very useful, though, especially those for more creative types in cooking."

You reached for the paper and thumbed through the braille letters one after the other, feeling a long list of more... taboo tomes you were sure wouldn't have even been mentioned in any respectable catalogue. Luckily, you were a glutton for oddities and curiosities, and with a small smile of pride you found that you had every book on the list on hand. Maybe it was this pride thatgave you the confidence so that you didn't reply and instead swiftly jumped ahead, bustling through the rows and pillars of bookshelves. Every step was calculated, from the short staircase to the tiny nook where you stored spell books and tombs of dark magic, navigating past all the tables and furniture to the particular bookcase containing ritualistic cookbooks. Once you had a feeling where a book would be located, you searched the titles by stroking the backs with the pads of your fingers, tapping quickly and analyzing the material and little bumps and nicks of the spines. Once found, you traced the edges of the piece and drew up a mental image in your mind to check it wasn't bent, dirty, torn or had any parts missing. Your fingers were your eyes, and they were keen.

As you carried the rather heavy stack back, the Radio Demon hadn't moved an inch from where you'd left him, as far as you could tell. It had been hard not to acknowledge him throughout the ordeal while your brain just went on autopilot after realizing he didn't mean to kill you, at least for the moment. On one hand, that was comforting; on the other hand, it was absolutely horrifying.

"Here you go, sir. Please, feel free to check if they are up to your standards." You set the books down carefully, counting the number of thick covers in the stack to be sure and your fingers brushed sharp talons as apparently the Radio Demon reached out to inspect the books as you offered. With a sharp inhale and a heated face you quickly drew back, stammering apologies. He only chuckled faintly, the static surrounding him crackling as if it, too, was amused.

You stood silently behind the counter and listened to him flipping through the pages, turning the books around to read their contents, humming here and there. He seemed content with the lot and you were sure that once he'd paid, he would leave, hopefully sparing your meager existence and not leaving any destruction behind.

"Very well! These will do perfectly, little mouse. And, I have to say, you have a very interesting collection. The quality of your inventory exceeds what Zestial promised. You might expect a few more visits from me in the future, if you don't mind."

The last sentence wasn't a question. It was a statement, underlined with the sound of a heavy stack of bills placed on your counter. Your hands confirmed what your ears already suspected - your patron well overpaid you.

"Not at all, sir, but you gave me too much mon...."

But the air shifted again, and a chime and a thud later you knew he had already walked out, his laughter the last thing you heard before the door clicked shut.

“...ey.”

What a peculiar man, you thought, still processing the entire experience. His voice had been darling, no wonder he chose radio as his medium. You were sure his smile you've heard so many demons whisper about was wide and predatory, but he had been so polite. Even the nickname he'd given you had been charming, compared to the names and remarks you've had thrown at you by lesser demons, and you shook your head at the ridiculousness of your face flushing at the memory.

'Little mouse.'

After a long moment, you finally counted the money and put the amount he tipped you aside in your hidden safe, making a note to yourself that you would give it back to him when he'd return. If he'd return.

Weeks passed and the Radio Demon had kept his promise and visited again. And again. And again.

The first time he came back and you, already flustered, offered to give back the surplus money he'd paid you, he was baffled before he heartily laughed and ignored your attempts to return it to him, instead buying three more books and leaving you with even more undeserved cash in your hands.

Almost once a week he'd return to your store, sometimes he'd have a whole list of books he'd want to buy, and he almost never left your store with empty hands. Sometimes he'd sit down in one of the many chairs to peruse a tomb you set aside for him, predicting he'd find interest in it as you learned his tastes in literature, and he'd hum almost happily when you found a new curiosity or a grimoire that was especially hard to come by. And sometimes he just came in for a quick visit, not even intending to buy a book but just to chat a bit. With every encounter your initial apprehension shifted into appreciation, so much so that you'd grow to eagerly await his return, the sound the bell made when he enthusiastically swung the door open or the slight distortion of your radio when he changed the station to one that suited his mood better.

You were a bit enchanted with him, if you were honest. Not only had every interaction been intriguing and entertaining, he'd been one of the rare visitors who hadn't maliciously mocked or threatened you, or worse. And you found that you enjoyed the small banters you could have with him, the fact that he treated you no differently than anyone else. It was refreshing, and each of his visits put a spring in your step for days, no matter how hard you tried not to think about him.

By the time several months had passed, he became your favorite client and he seemed to have an everlasting interest in your inventory as well as yourself. You learned that he was quite a wealthy demon with a seemingly insatiable appetite for entertainment, and always with an eye for quality, which you vowed yourself to provide in return, if only to keep him coming back. You found you could spend hours with only him at the store over freshly made coffee, discussing various literary concepts and historical events he used as references, and it was a delight to laugh together about some particularly odd rituals in books like 'Old Spells to Cure Thievery' or 'Blood Rituals of the Flaying Kink'.

Sometimes, when you'd hand him a new find or a heavy tomb, his hands would lightly brush yours and his voice would drop and become a bit softer, quieter as he cooed his nickname for you - 'Little Mouse'. With your lack of vision, you didn't know how his face looked nor how his expression would've surely changed - but his voice took on a tone that would be fitting for a date, and the touches made you shiver lightly and tingle and you felt heat spread all over your chest and the pit of your stomach when he did. If your body betrayed those reactions on your face, he wouldn't tease you for them. At least, you never noticed if he did. Maybe he had the grace to simply not remark on them, you thought, for once grateful for your blindness so you wouldn't have to see your own - surely ridiculously dumbstruck - expression reflected in the windows of your storefront. But the physical contact between you became more frequent, more deliberately made, and you'd caught his own quiet sigh every now and again when he lingered for just a moment longer before the doorbell chimed and he'd leave again.

One evening, as you were cleaning up and preparing for tomorrow's customers, a soft knock on the already locked door pulled you out of the haze of your radio's gentle tune. Turning around, you moved slowly towards the sound of the interruption, adjusting your dark glasses.

"My apologies, but we're closed for tonight, please come back tomorrow."

There was no reply, no sound of footsteps and your ears strained to catch a whisper of a sound, to find a new hint as to who was outside. Another knock, harder now, sounded and this time it took all your courage to approach. Your hair stood at its roots as your hands rested at the wooden door, your senses tingling that you better not open - that danger stood in front of your store.

"Please go, we'll be open again tomorrow."

Your reflexes, acting faster than your brain, made you stumble back as the glass of your front doors shattered into a million pieces. In a panic you tumbled to the floor, hands over your face as the pieces broke apart on impact. There were voices, rough and foreign sounding, that accompanied the stomping of boots. You shuffled back on the ground, trying to get out of the way before being stepped or kicked upon, reaching to the walls and bookshelves to find some stability to guide you in getting away from what was coming towards you.

"T-take what you want, please, I won't stop you. Just... just take it and leave."

Your words were shaking in fear and the little hope that a verbal warning and submission would placate the robbers. To your horror the voices - two, if your panicked mind didn't fool you - erupted into raspy laughter and you realized then that money might not be the only thing these demons were after.

"You were right, Hank. This is going to be easier than I thought, look at how helpless the bitch is."

"Told 'ya, Tommy Boy. An' the best part..." supposedly the one called Hank said deviously, and you were yanked up at your wrists and thrown over what must've been your counter, your glasses slipping and breaking at the impact and your eyes dwelling with hot tears. You recognized this voice… just a few days ago this demon had come into the shop, just as Alastor was about to leave, lingering around the shop and leaving quickly mumbling a half-asses excuse without buying anything after you asked if you could help him find something and Alastor's static crackled dangerously. The same smell of sharp sweat and wet tobacco lingered around him, making your stomach turn. "... she can't tell anyone who we are. Hoh, look, her eyes are some freaky shit, 'n you bet her tits 're freaky, too. S'not even our damn birthday but looks like we got ourselves a gift. 'Ya wanna go first?"

"You know me - Don't mind if I do."

With a heart beating out of your chest and shallow breaths, you tried to feel with your only free hand for something, anything, to defend yourself with. You had to defend yourself. Anything would be better than what horrific thing they were about to do. There was only the flat, leather bound accounting book close by, but it was better than nothing, and in a motion of impulse and fear you slashed with it into the general direction you felt the weight of Tommy settle onto the counter top above you. His complice bellowed angrily, making your ears ring, and Tommy snatched the weapon from your hand to throw it away. His breath smelled of filth and cold ash, the skin of your throat burned when he wrapped his calloused hands around it.

"We're gonna show ya your fucking place, worthless blind cum-chunk bitch, an' when we're done with ya..."

There was a sudden, instant sound of feedback, a wet splatter and a horrified scream and hasty, fleeing footsteps before a wave of relief washed over you as your neck fell free from the intruders grasp and you heard a familiar voice.

"Oh, my dear fellow, do go on. I'd love to hear the end of that sentence." A low, distorted chuckle followed. Alastor sounded different - menacing. Bone-chilling. If those words would've been directed at you, you would've been mortified. But it sounded like honey in your ears, knowing who the recipient was. "Ah, how silly of me - surely it's much harder to speak without vocal chords."

Your teeth sank into your bottom lip as the sounds of violence became ever more gruesome. A whipping sound, a wail and a choked gasp and two stomach-churning thuds of something hitting the floor.

"Well that's not handy at all - you can't even sign your pathetic pleas now. How unfortunate to be in such a vulnerable position, isn't it?"

A thud, then another - your stomach turned as the room got flooded with a different type of warmth. Your lungs and chest stung from the stench of iron and decay and your throat hurt as you realized one aura had vanished from the store and Tommy was most likely reduced to a fleshy pile on the ground. Suddenly you felt a sharp but warm, strangely long but familar hand cradling the back of your skull, pressing your cheek against a broad, angled shoulder, another wrapped tightly around your shoulders, resting under your ears. It was quiet, now - you could only hear your staggered breathing and Alastors static that had gone down a notch or two. You thought his breathing had become more labored, too, when he slowly, gently, let go and straightened you to bring you to a standing position, his hands shifting into their usual shape as they came to rest lightly on your upper arms.

"Are you alright, dear?" His voice was almost back to the tone you were so fond of - almost. There still was an undertone, a dangerous sharpness. Your fingertips instinctively grasped and searched until they met with the familiar texture of his clothing and you nodded.

"Y-yes... I think so, yes. What - what happened to the other one?"

There was a deep laugh, one you haven't heard yet from him. "Oh, my dear, no need to fret over that. I'll deal with that pest later. I should've dealt with him the moment he stepped into your store. An oversight I intend to shortly redeem."

It should have frightened you - should've made the situation so, so much worse, hearing that Alastor planned more torture for that vile creature, probably even an equally gruesome death like the one his friend got. But his words only calmed you. Made you feel... safer. Your fingers lingered on his suit longer than you expected, tracing the detailed seams of his lapels, smoothing out invisible wrinkles on the fabric, feeling the details of the cool, metallic buttons. And he let you. He stood still, allowing your hands to see what your eyes couldn't.

"I can't decide if it's a blessing or a shame that you can't see the carnage I caused. Although I am pleased that you didn't have to look at the ugly faces of those cretins who tried to defile you." He took your hands from his coat and placed them softly on his face. "But maybe… you can try to envision what your savior looks like, hm?"

His hands left yours again, though you found the sensation and feeling of his touch remained where he placed them. Your heart fluttered as you couldn't keep yourself from running your palms and fingertips over his skin, cautiously tracing his angular jaw, making out the distinct feeling and sharp lines of a toothy grin. Then you pushed further, fingers running along a slight bow and over the indent where his brows arched, his cheekbones prominent enough you felt the warmth of blood flushing under the skin as the mental image of his face got clearer.

You were in awe that you could do this, that he encouraged it even, but he allowed you the tender moment, making a muffled humming sound and exhaling quietly under your soft, curious touch. You realized at last that his eyes were closed for you, the skin there slightly pliant and firm at the same time. With the tips of your fingers, you followed the firm, straight bridge of his nose down the length of it and he inhaled sharply when you brushed his lips. The familiar sound of static increased just enough for you to realize there had been complete silence aside from your soft and his steady breathing. He opened his eyes again, slowly taking your hands away to leave a feathery light, lingering kiss on your knuckles as he hummed thoughtfully.

"Now, let me clean up this mess, we don't want you stumble over any... unpleasant bits." You heard a snap and felt the air whirring around you, filling with a thick, fog-like sensation as you heard your floors creaking, wood mending and cracking and tiny bits of glass swirling around you, piecing itself together and returning into their frame. Not even a minute later the shop felt normal again, the unpleasant smell gone as well, and with it the overall apprehension the threat had caused.

"Thank you, Alastor. Truly, I don't know what would've happened if you weren't..." you started, pausing as his hands wandered gently around your face to put on your miraculously repaired glasses. He laughed softly, tapping a gentle, slender finger on the tip of your nose.

"Luckily we didn't find out, did we? Ah, but, unfortunately, I'd say the night has been spoiled for us, given that there's another vermin to take care of." He walked behind you, carefully setting the accounting book you had used as an attempted weapon into your hands, his taloned fingers curling gently around yours as if to make sure you had a proper hold on it.

"You lock up when I'm gone, little mouse. And who knows - Maybe we'll continue to see each other... tomorrow night."

And then you felt another gentle peck, this time on your flushed cheek, and the door opened with the bell ringing, the faint crackle of a radio fading and his heavy, signature scent of burned wood and bourbon lingering around you as you hurried to bolt the doors shut, heart racing painfully in your chest at the prospect of adding even more parts of the Radio Demon to the image in your mind.

[deconstructthesoup]

Some various and sundry Aguefort headcanons:

-After Jace gets fired (read: bodied and arrested), everyone kind of has the realization that, oh, hey, not teaching your sorcery students how to use their powers because "sorcery's innate so there's nothing I can teach" is actually hella dangerous and produces sorcerers who can easily lose control over their incredibly volatile powers (there's a reason that there has not been a single Wild Magic sorcerer who's made it to graduation since Jace became the sorcery teacher), and they end up hiring a teacher whose ethos is "you must learn to make yourself the master of your magic, or it will become the master of you." Xir name is Mothwood Khalazza, xe's a drow Aberrant Mind sorcerer, and xe quickly gains a reputation as the most interesting teacher at Aguefort. Mothwood smokes with Eugenia on weekends.

-Since warlocks, sorcerers, and clerics know what their subclass is right from level 1, they are allowed to apply for an MCAT right from the get-go---like, you could enter Aguefort as a level 1 cleric and immediately sign up for fighter classes, that sort of thing. With every other class, you can only apply for an MCAT once you've got your subclass under your belt.

-The debate team is a collection of Eloquence bards, Mastermind rogues, Enchantment wizards, and Knowledge clerics who are encouraged to use their arguments as verbal components of spells, resulting in a debate that is filled with elegantly-delivered spellcraft. Whichever team manages to drop the other team to 0 HP wins the debate.

-Jumping up on that---and inspired by some worldbuilding in my home game, suggested by one of my players---for senior year both at Aguefort and at the several adventuring colleges out there, you have to write a thesis and defend it to your teachers, while you are also engaged in combat with them. The fight ends when one of you is dropped, or when an argument or rebuttal is delivered (followed by a spell or a strike, of course) that the other person can't come up with a response to.

-Druid students and ranger students aren't taught in a classroom, but are instead given lessons entirely in the Far Haven Woods. While druid lessons are way more focused on becoming one with nature, learning how to respect it, and essentially befriending nature in order to work with it, ranger lessons are about surviving in spite of nature, about roughing it in the most dangerous parts of the untouched world, about harnessing beasts to your will. (This is mostly based on my interpretation of the difference between druids and rangers, since it's... very tricky to actually put into words. A new edition's out and rangers still need a serious class update, swear to god.)

-There are actually four bard teachers at Aguefort---Lucilla obviously teaches songwriting and music composition and Terpsichore teaches dance, but there's also a bard teacher who specializes in speech and debate (who heads up the debate team and mock trial, of course), and a bard teacher who specializes in storytelling and gathering knowledge. The speech and debate teacher is, in fact, an actual archfey who used to oversee contracts made between mortals and his kind, met Principal Aguefort, hit it off with him, and decided that teaching sounded way more exciting than endless Feywild bureaucracy. (The storytelling teacher's a human, and they've got a whole goth-academic thing going on.)

-While the theater kids are all very much respected and treasured, it is an unspoken secret that the techies have their own secret society, and every night the actors are performing, the techies not only have to keep the show running, but they have to defeat monsters that are trapped in the auditorium and seek to destroy the beautiful energy that is brought to life during live stage performances. It's universally agreed that being a techie is twice as hard as being an actor, and you have to jump through a lot of hoops before you can become accepted as one of them. (Yes, I did read the Backstagers comics in middle school, what of it?)

[who-knew-a-sheep-can-write]

Feel So Numb: Werewolf!Leon S. Kennedy x Reader

Ask and you shall receive

Contains: Hella blood and gore, werewolf attack, gunshot wounds

It wasn’t like him to be radio silent, especially for this long. After he had reported over the intercom to Hunnigan about the villagers all being hostile while searching for the president’s daughter, the line went dead from Leon’s end. All Hunnigan reported to you over your own earpiece was that Ashley Graham was possibly taken to some sort of church and now it was your job to find both her and Leon and to report to Hunnigan your findings immediately.

You arrived at the last place your fiance was pin-pointed; On some rural stretch of long-forgotten road. The cobblestone had been neglected, some dug up by winding roots while the rest had been caked in mud and dead leaves. You pulled up behind what used to be a police car. The driver side door had been ripped off its hinges and not a soul was left behind, only a splatter of blood on the inside and a dropped police badge from the local station. 

You eyed the obvious break in the foliage and narrowed your sight before you followed the beaten path knowing that you were walking right into danger. You drew your gun from its holster that had been strapped to your thigh and carefully watched your step. It was starting to grow dark out, the sun finally starting to set beyond the horizon.

You followed along the path until you came to a very run-down cabin where Leon had reported his first hostile villager. You saw his corpse laying across the floor and you couldn’t help but scrunch your nose at the smell the entire cabin gave off. You wanted to vomit. You swallowed the saliva that had pooled under your tongue and continued on, making your way out of the cabin and down the small flight of stairs littered with bloodied bones. You rounded the corner and stopped in your tracks at the sight of one of the police officers bloodied before you, his corpse had started to rot away.

Leon wasn’t kidding when he said something was horribly wrong.

Following the winding path out of the cabin and back into the woods, you had to step over and avoid more dead bodies until you finally came up to an animal corpse this time. It had been so decayed that no flesh remained, only bones and a little bit of muscle left. It looked to be a wolf and one of its legs had been snared in a rusted bear trap.

Now you had to worry about hidden bear traps and hostile villagers?

You don’t know how long you kept walking in the darkening woods, but you followed right on Leon’s trail until you made it to the village Leon must have been talking about. From what you last heard on the call log between Leon and Hunnigan, she mentioned something about a large windmill and a lake. You peeked around the village, bringing up your flashlight as you looked around. The looming stone church before you towered over everything around, cutting off the light of the drifting sun and casting you in near darkness. As you looked around, you nearly jumped at the sight of a burnt body tied up on a pole. The poor person was charred to a blackened crisp, no identifying features could be made out. Was this the second officer that was supposed to help Leon?

A shrill, faint noise sounded off in the distance, echoing through the woods. It rattled your bones, freezing your blood, making the hair across your body stand up on their ends. You raised your gun in the direction that the noise came from with your eyes wide and flashlight beaming into the dark. It sounded like some sort of fucked up scream; From an animal or a man, you couldn’t make out.

It took you a minute to finally uncurl from your position, quietly cursing to yourself before you trekked on.

“Gotta get the fuck out of here,” you whispered to yourself.

You kept following Leon’s distinct path. What locked doors had been opened, what path was made the most clear, what gate he had to force open with probably a good kick. You walked under a risen metal gate, eyeing it in case it slipped before you spotted an oddly placed crate to your right. There was an out-of-place torch post right next to it, barely any smoke furled out from the top. It had been extinguished recently, maybe an hour or so ago. Peeking up at the torch, you noticed that the embers were an odd purple color.

Where was Leon?

If connection had been cut out maybe less than an hour into his trek inside this fucked up rabbit hole, how far could he have gone? It had only been two days, really, he could be on the opposite side of Europe by now if he wanted to.

The scream echoed once again. It sounded closer this time. Your eyes bore into the wilderness that separated you from whatever the fuck was making that noise. It sounded like a monster crying out in pain.

Your feet carried you forward despite your brain wanting to sit tight and radio in help. A part of you was terrified to take another step into this twisted village while the rest wanted to barge through guns blazing to rescue your fiance and Ashley.

You quickly came upon the lake Hunnigan must have talking about. The water was choppy, the dock creaked eerily, there was no boat at the end of it. To your left was some sort of cobbled house, it had been worn for at least a decade by the looks of it. The door was broken open, the top half having been smashed into, the rotting wood now missing. You stepped inside of the place, gun in front of you with your finger on the trigger as you swept through the entire room, your eyes landing on Leon’s jacket and gun thrown to the ground in front of you.

You holstered your gun and bent down, picking up his jacket only showed that it was tattered. It looked like an animal had tore into it. The seams around the arms were split open, stitches were popped, there were odd lines scratched down the back of his jacket before you looked back down at the gun. Leon’s SG-09R laid splattered in mud, barely visible. You were only able to see in from the faint light of the full moon overhead. You couldn’t help but pick it up, the weight foreign yet familiar. It was empty, bullets absent. What was even more of a shock was that it almost looked like it had been crushed, especially at the wooden embedded handle. The metal was all bent out of shape and the wood was splintered. Whatever got ahold of it has to have been something big and nasty.

You swallowed thickly. Before you could press a finger to your earpiece to radio Hunnigan, you heard a chilling snap of iron close to you followed by a snarl that cut through the night.

You dropped the gun and Leon’s jacket and snatched up your own, barging outside with your finger on the trigger. You followed the sound the noise came from, flashlight clicked on only to see a bear trap ripped in half in front of you. It had been snapped at the hinges. Blood covered the rusted teeth, the pressure plate had been smashed, the chain had been yanked up from the soggy earth.

Whatever was making those horrible noises had just gotten out.

You swallowed thickly, raising your flashlight to follow the trail whatever it was made for you. There were odd marks in the mud and leaves, almost like a giant wolf had tore through the woods.

You heard someone shouting not too far away, gargled Spanish bellowing out before he was horribly cut off with a vicious snarl. You ran towards the noise before you stopped dead in your tracks at what your flashlight illuminated.

It was a monster. A real fucking monster. Not a zombie or some B.O.W. you’ve seen from the B.S.A.A.’s reports. It looked like something straight out of a nightmare. Your heart dropped to your chest as you stumbled back, your gun trembling in your hand. It was big, way bigger than any human you’ve ever seen. It was bulky and hairy and horrible. It was hunched over, tearing into the villager with clawed hands and a maw full of sharp teeth. It was wearing clothes, or whatever remained clinging to its lanky body. They almost looked… familiar?

Black cargo pants torn up way past the knees, a leg holster that was barely hanging on from the strap around its hip, and a shredded black t-shirt just like Leon-

It felt like someone had just pushed you off a cliff and let you plummet into an icy river below. You went into shock, shoulders dropping as the beast before you suddenly locked eyes with you. They were big, furious, slitted pupils drowning in a sea of sapphire blue as he looked at you with a feral hunger that could only be sated by killing.

“Leon?” you called out in disbelief.

No, it couldn’t be! He couldn’t be a werewolf. This was some sick ploy. It had to be.

He dropped the villager and stalked towards you, wolfen ears flattened against his skull, his lips curled back to reveal his bloodied canines, his clawed fingers flexing. He snapped his jaws, saliva and blood flying out as a horrid snarl clicked out from his throat.

You couldn’t let him kill you, but could you put him down?

You hesitated for a moment before you cocked your gun and pulled the trigger.

He woke up to his skull throbbing.

He winced and hissed, a groan emitting from his chest as he brought his hands up to his face. The light burned his eyes wherever it was coming from, the sound of his heart beating in his ears made his temples pound even harder. He felt like he had been ran over, thrown off a building, maybe even getting the shit beat out of him by that freak years ago in Raccoon City.

But it was always like this when he would turn.

His entire body was stiff, muscles screaming as he forced himself to move. He only managed to roll over onto his side before he had to stop. It felt like someone had just stabbed him right in the kidney, a choked shout cutting his breathing off. He braced his head against the dusty stone floor as he panted. He brought a trembling hand up to his hip where he could feel the tender skin as well as two divots in his trim waist. His skin flinched at his own touch, Leon grit his teeth and propped himself up on his other arm and finally opened his eyes.

He was in some kind of cellar, it didn’t look to be well taken care of. There were cobwebs caking the ceilings and the floor was covered in a blanket of dust and dirt. There were kegs in the cellar, some were leaking fortified wine from how long they had been aging.

Leon looked down at his hip to see he was healing. The gunpowder still sweetly caressed his nose from where he had been shot. Looking at his body, he noticed he had been shot in the shoulder he was propping himself up on and one in the calf right above his ankle. He was healing, at least, the skin closed up and slowly stitching itself back together.

“Shit,” he cursed to himself softly.

He quickly noticed that his uninjured leg had been shackled, a rusty iron chain was clamped around his shin, keeping him attached to the stone wall.

What the hell happened, anyway?

He could briefly hear the call of the wild ringing bells in the back of his mind. He could feel the beast inside of him clawing at his guts, baying to be let out again. His memory was fuzzy, no pun intended, as he tried to piece together what all had happened and why he suddenly lost control.

He rubbed at his pounding temples, brushing the sticky hair out of his face when he noticed it. Pulling his hand away, his eyes widened frantically at the sight of dried blood dusting his fingertips and crusting up under his nails. Bile suddenly bubbled wickedly in his stomach as he felt saliva pool in the back of his throat. Did he attack someone? All could remember were those fucking crazed villagers and-

You.

Leon sat straight up, wincing at the pull in his back before he locked his hands around the chain and yanked, trying to release himself. His heart pounded so loudly in his ears that he almost didn’t hear the cocking of a gun behind him.

Almost.

Leon whipped around, standing and then suddenly freezing. You were standing at the opposite of the small cellar, panting softly with your gun raised with both hands. His eyes zeroed in on the makeshift bandage on your bicep that was still bleeding from the looks of it. He felt dread clawing its icy way up his spine. 

“(Y/n)-”

“Shut up,” you grit your teeth, nudging your gun forward. “What the actual fuck was that, Leon?”

He attacked you. He lost control of himself and attacked you when you were sent here to save his sorry ass. Did he bite too? Did he turn you? There were other bandages around you, one particular one was wrapped around your thigh. The fabric was different than the rest, it almost looked like the scarf Ashley was wearing when Leon saw her last. He could smell her faint perfume.

“Where’s Ashley-?”

“Don’t change the fucking subject; She’s here with me.” You took a step forward and Leon raised his hands in surrender. “Now what the actual fuck was that you turned into?”

[bobbydagen24]

It annoyed me the way TBGO used Creek because Honestly I feel he does have legit potential for a good redemption story and still could in a future film given its separate cannon to the tv show.

heads up this is a long post lol my apologies 😅😅😅😅

anyway

assuming the movies stick to being their own cannon and don't merge with the Tv shows cannon in which case Creek has already been accepted back into the Village.

I feel him returning in a future main film and having a Redemption Arc could actually work

like imagine if in a future film Branch and Poppy maybe hear about some sorta Threat to the Village like maybe a new tribe of species who are dangerous marauders who they hear are heading in the direction of their village.

and will attack them in say a couple of days but of course Poppy wants to go and just see if she can find a peaceful solution with their leader

and obviously Branch would go with her but thing is they hear this info from a returning Creek.

who in this cannon hasn't been seen since the first movie and maybe its mentioned he survived the mountain creature at the end of the first movie by using his Hair to pull himself out of its mouth or something.

anyway obviously Branch is super sceptical about his story but Peppy does say that he has heard stories of the group Creek has told them about

so they are real and Poppy wants to go because she sees it as worth the Risk of if Creek is lying even tho he swears up and down he isn't.

anyway at the start of the Journey Both B and P are Hella mad and distrustful of him

and Creek while he does seem to want to build Bridges and says he's Remorseful for what he did at the same time he still Defends his actions a tad simply pointing out he didn't want to die just like the rest of them didn't.

but I'd have him and Branch eventually come to more of an understanding after he and Creek finally have a heart to heart later on in the story

it could start with them being out in the woods so Branch starts to build them all a shelter is about to give Creek instructions on what to do

only for Creek to already be doing it clearly showing he knows a fair bit of survival skills himself which Branch is surprised by

and questions him on it and Creek tells him that after Chef was killed he was stranded in the woods with no idea where he was

or how to get back home so he spent quite a lot of months on his own being forced to learn how to survive off of the land

and he admits to Branch he doesn't understand how he was able to live like that for so long?

spending so much time alone in the woods he started to feel more and more guilty over his life choices not just betraying them

but also just being a vain jerk to Branch and other less popular Trolls in the Village and of course he missed Poppy and his other friends like crazy.

he promised himself if he did by some miracle find his way back home he'd try to be better and he just thought this whole trip to help ward of an attack could maybe be a good start.

but after Branch feels a second of relatability to how isolated Creek felt Branch still Dismisses all of this somewhat and points out he sold them all out and Creek admits he's sorry but also Rather Honestly he simply admits he was fricking terrified.

he was literally inside a giant creatures mouth and was about to be eaten by something that didn't see him as a thinking feeling person

and just a bit of meat to give them pleasure he panicked like he'd never panicked before.

and when he got out of Gristle's mouth he desperately said he'd do anything to avoid going back in their and dying in such a gruesome and senseless way.

and after that he was stuffed in tiny locket for hours in the dark and besides Gristle briefly showing him off to Bridget for a split second

the next time he saw light was when Chef revealed him to all of them in the cage.

at which point he was in a hole and he just kept digging he was still terrified to die and tried to weakly justify it to himself that maybe it was better for Poppy and the others to die Rather than live with it.

tho he acknowledges himself it was just a load of crap he told himself to try and feel better

but anyway simply put he was about to be met with his worst nightmare and he caved in to his fear he was human he wasn't some pure evil monster like Poppy and Branch thought of him as

( or the Fandom for that matter lol )

Branch after hearing this kinda understands he spent most of his life terrified day to day and he himself nearly was forced Fed to Gristle by Chef ironically something he and Creek have in common

so he understands the fear better than anyone else in the Village could really as none of them came as close to death as the two of them did.

and after this he hasn't necessarily forgiven him per say but Branch is willing to give him a chance to show he's changed

and encourages Poppy to do the same tho she still holds onto her anger which could even lead to an argument

where Branch calls her out on her Hypocrisy as she normally believes in giving second chances to people except not when it comes to someone who actually wronged her personally

but she was more than encouraging for everyone else to forgive people who wronged them like Barb at the end of World Tour

and Brozone in TBT but when its someone who wronged her suddenly she's a lot more Hesitant and against it.

which I feel could actually be a Relatable interesting character flaw for Poppy to have and for her to be called out on.

it always seemed odd to me how in the Tv shows Poppy was more willing to forgive Creek while Branch wasn't when Poppy was close with him and thus felt more personally betrayed.

anyway that's basically the most important plot points I feel Creek has legit potential for Redemption if written properly given the circumstances around the first movie he was just as much a victim himself.

but TBGO annoyingly didn't really do much with his return other than a small Rivalry with Branch but I feel the main movies could do this right if they put in some effort

and he could easily be sympathetic and have a Redemption where he wants to Build Bridges with people in the Village without completely changing his character 100 percent

from the self centered kinda smug person he was as he was Basically just John Dory lets be Honest only diff is Creek didn't get a second chance due to not being Related to one of the main cast.

and frankly he's a lot more deserving of redemption than other past villains like Barb and Crimp given they did evil stuff for much worse reasons

( Barb simply was entitled and thought she should get to Decide which Genre would unite all other Tribes and Crimp was a coward who didn't wanna lose a pay check )

and did almost nothing to really Redeem themselves so why not my guy Creek? lol.

and he and Branch legit have some experiences they could Bond over as well so I'd really like to see that Happen.

[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE KUROO TETSUROU HEADCANONS

He'll call you kitten most of the times. Sometimes, he'll call you sweetheart and darling but don't think for a second he'll call you only THOSE 2 nicknames. Dude knows like, a ZILLION other cringe worthy nicknames in history

Yandere type: Possessive, obsessive and HELLA overprotective. Not to mention really CLINGY ASF

Honestly, all yo have to do is just walk by him and BOOM! He's gonna be obsessed with you. You and him walked past each other but Kuroo's eyes followed you since you were so dazzling and beautiful like an angel descended from the heavens

You know how much of a show off this dude is. Well, when he's around you, he keeps showing off a 10000000% than he usually does. He REALLY tries his best when it comes to you and he'll me sulking if you resist any of his charms

Kuroo will try worming his way into you life. If by chance you never saw him or talked to him, well NOW is a PERFECT opportunity since he's always gonna turn up and hang out at places you visit. Be it a library or a cafe or even an arcade. Boi's always there and that's just the beginning of his weird and creepy yandere tendencies 

He's certainly going to stalk you, no doubt in that. He might occasionally break into your room to collect some little souvenirs for himself, you know... stuff that he knows you won't miss like some pens and your clothes and little pieces of jewelry. He'll read your diary as well and if you wrote about any other guys in your little diary, lets just say some of them will have an injury in less than a week. Oh, and as for that guy who's always flirting with you at the cafe you love? Don't worry sweetheart, he's all taken care of. Courtesy of your future husbando

His favorite yandere pastime is to watch you sleep. He knows its creepy as hell but does he give a damn? Of course not. You just look TOO CUTE and adorable like a cute small little puppy that's so peaceful and cute

Eventually he's gonna ask you out. If you accept him, good for you but if you reject him, he's gonna do a 180 and kidnap you and take you somewhere to the woods where there's no trace of civilization whatsoever. But, on the bright side, you'll have a WONDERFUL house

Kuroo is quite a delusional guy, not in a way that he thinks you're already in love with him but he thinks the world is too dangerous for his cute little bunny. So, he HAS to kidnap you. It's all for your safety of course

Kuroo just LOVES cuddle sessions with you and LIVES for those moments when you rake his fingers through his hair and when he's just peacefully basking in your angelic presence. It just seems to make time slow down and everything seems to be so peaceful when he gets to spend time with you. He also likes holding you in his strong masculine arms and admires how small and tiny you look compared to him

He'll let you out as well but on ONE condition: You do NOT leave his hand, like AT ALL. The SECOND you do, goodbye sunshine and birds, hello boring old house. He just wants to protect you and keep you safe that's all

He'll NEVER raise his voice at you even when you misbehave. He'll just shush you by hugging and smothering you with his love cooing how sorry he is for not taking care of you and he'll do a better job and he loves you with all his heart

Will never harm you and his level of patience is infinite. But when it comes to the others, he'll he Satan himself. He might kill people with the help of Kenma since he's his best friend and all that. Btw, Kenma will make sure you're doing good from time to time but don't try to escape from Kuroo. Cuz if you do, they both will be out to find you and Kenma will drag you back to Kuroo and be ready for the anime waterworks from Kuroo. After your escape attempt, Kuroo will obviously tighten the security around the house and will destroy any means of escape. The outside world is just too dangerous for you and his punishments are really tame like just taking away your favorite items. As much as he feels like someone is stabbing him with a knife when he sees you sad, he has to do whatever he can to make you behave 

Aftercare from your punishment will involve LOTS and LOTS of hugging and cuddling. This man is a cuddle monster. And he's obsessed with giving you hickeys. He thinks you look really cute and hot when you're covered in his marks and if you resist, he'll be all like, "How else am I supposed to let the world know that you belong ONLY to ME?''

[animatorweirdo]

Duty And Love

As Princess Luthien's Sentinel Knight, you have sworn to be her protector and loyal friend. But now, with her lover trapped in darkness and your king's decision to keep Luthien caged in her own home. You are left in a difficult position in choosing between following your king's orders or allowing your charge to escape and rescue her lover from the darkness.

(Author's note: Started with my obsessions with knights, and then an idea of how tragic and depressing it would be for Luthien's Sentinel Knight)

Warnings: angst, mentions of Sentinel's life, the whole Silmarillion quest, Thingol not being a good dad, reader being hella confused and conflicted about what to do, mentions of possible banishment, and death by grief.

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Since the beginning of your existence, when you answered Melian’s summons to become a guardian of her family and people, you have never struggled to follow your given purpose.

As a Sentinel Knight, your duty is to protect your charge—a responsibility you and your brethren willingly accepted, for it gave you purpose and allowed you to take physical form.

The Firstborn children of Ilúvatar once regarded you with apprehension. Though you take forms that resemble them, your imposing armor and lack of understanding of basic emotions make you seem distant. They did admire your loyalty and found reassurance in the protection you and your brethren provided. 

After some time, you noticed how they often looked at you with pity. You have even overheard whispers about how the life of a Sentinel is a cruel one.

Perhaps it was. You give your life for your charge without a second thought, never considering your own well-being. You do not hesitate to put yourself in danger. Yet, though bound by duty, you and your brethren are not incapable of learning to understand basic emotions.

You have come to know anger, sadness, and confusion—emotions you have witnessed countless times and even experienced yourself. However, one emotion remains foreign to you: love.

It was something you had observed in many different forms. You had seen families, couples, and friends sharing what was described as love. You had listened to countless interpretations of it and even formed your own understanding of it. Yet, it remained an enigma to you.

Even your brethren spoke of it in vague terms and claimed that to truly understand love, you had to experience it firsthand. You never found the time to dwell on it and eventually came to believe that perhaps it was something you did not need to know. You had a purpose, and that was all that mattered.

Until you became Princess Lúthien’s Sentinel.

You first met her when she was a child. Fascinated by you and the other Sentinels, she was eager to befriend you. You swore your loyalty and duty to her and realized too late how handful your charge was to be. 

As her personal Sentinel, you were bound to follow her orders—so long as they did not compromise her safety or well-being. However, her energy and playfulness left you often chasing her around through the woods when playing hide and seek. Or when you have to save her from getting hurt in close-call accidents. She introduced you to new emotions: exhaustion, mild annoyance, and, on occasion, a hint of impatience.

Looking after her was no easy task. At times, you even began to doubt your ability to protect her, as she seemed to seek out danger on purpose.

However, you then became used to her quirks and rather outgoing personality.

She found great comfort in you as her declared friend, even though your duty was to stand guard over her, not to take on such a casual caretaker role.

It made you feel a strange warmth in your chest. It slowly dawned on you that you could not imagine her as anything else because everything she was now was what made her… her. 

And eventually… you came to understand that you loved her. She was your princess, but she had made it clear she wanted to be someone you considered a friend—and she had succeeded. You loved her for who she was and valued her as a friend, someone you could turn to for guidance when the complexities of the world confused you.

Love, in all its forms, was vast and perplexing. You were still baffled by its many meanings. But out of love for your charge, you made yourself a promise to always be there to guard her safety and beautiful her heart. Because her happiness also became yours. 

But things became difficult when she grew up into an adult and took a mortal man as her lover. Thingol did not take the news of his daughter courting a mortal man well and bestowed a challenge on the man – to retrieve a prized jewel from Morgoth’s crown in order to marry Luthien. Any kind of person would have considered that challenge impossible, but Beren, Luthien’s lover, was not deterred. He accepted the challenge, even calling it a small prize, before departing Doriath. 

It left Luthien fearful and anxious for her lover’s sake. It made you feel helpless and confused. You did not know how to ease her troubles and you felt confused as to why the mortal man would accept such a challenge. 

You had heard your share of tales about the secondborns and the things how unlike they were compared to elves. Also, they did not exist in Arda for eternity like the elves did. You did not know if it was arrogance or foolish courage, taking something so valuable from the fallen Vala’s crown was not something that could be accomplished without great loss. You doubt even you and your brethren could fulfill such a task though your nature would have made you try. 

You tried your best to ease Luthien’s emotional turmoil but the separation had already left her feeling distant with her family. You understood your king’s wish to protect his daughter, a mortal man who will pass away in the blink of an eye might not be the best partner for an elf. However, you did understand Luthien's anger towards her father. You have heard parents finding out their child's newfound love was something to be celebrated, but Thingol had done the opposite and given a challenge that will either scare them away or lead them to certain death. 

A few months passed before Lúthien revealed that she could sense Beren imprisoned in darkness, his life hanging by a thread. She shared this knowledge with her parents and expressed her desire to save him.

A small part of you hoped Thingol would see reason—that he might send you and an escort to aid her in rescuing Beren. You were more than capable of protecting her. You yourself did not have a strong opinion about the mortal man, but he was the only one who could dispel Luthien’s troubles, so you were willing to aid him. But instead, Thingol refused and ordered Lúthien to be confined in a treehouse to prevent her from leaving.

You were left helpless. Your charge had been confined, and you were ordered to stay on the ground to secure the perimeter of the treehouse – away from her reach.

Confusion weighed heavily on you—why had your king made this decision? But more than that, you felt a pang of distress as you watched Lúthien suffer, tormented by this betrayal of trust.

You had been taught that love was meant to be cherishing and nurturing. You had seen the love your king and queen held for their daughter. In your understanding, love should never be something that brings pain and torment.

But now… your king had all but condemned her lover to die and confined her in what could only be described as a cage. Your queen, despite her great wisdom, remained silent. Lúthien’s once-loyal friend had exposed her courtship, setting this chain of events into motion. Her own people obeyed the orders given, regardless of the pain it caused her.

And with her imprisoned, Beren could die—alone and without aid.

All of it was causing her nothing but grief and sorrow.

This was not how love is supposed to be… right? 

Thingol had you report to him regarding Lúthien. You shared how the separation and confinement were deeply affecting her, even asking if this truly was what was best for her.

He replied that even if he had allowed her to continue her courtship, she would have suffered the same grief for a man who wouldn’t live to see the beginning of their marriage—had he allowed them to marry at all.

He believed her love for Beren was temporary, and that with time, she would come to understand this and eventually let it go.

Then, he issued an order: you were to ensure that Lúthien did not leave Doriath, even if she attempted to escape.

His answer left you conflicted. From everything you had seen, the love of an Eldar was never temporary. And in your experience, Lúthien was someone who loved with all her heart—no one in her life had ever been temporary.

This separation was slowly eating away at her spirit. It was something only Beren could heal.

You were bound to follow your king’s orders when necessary, but his actions had only caused her grief. If you followed his orders, would you simply add to that grief?

This time, you followed your orders reluctantly. Now, you waited at the edge of the wood, where you knew Lúthien would come. Your clever princess had grown her hair long enough to fashion a rope to escape her cage and had woven a cloak that would enchant her guards into sleep.

Since you were no ordinary elf, her enchantment would have no effect on you.

However, you were conflicted by this order. Was this truly the right choice for her?

Lúthien soon appeared, passing the tree and coming into view.

"Lúthien," you said softly, startling her.

"Oh, (Name). It's you. I’m relieved to finally see you again," she smiled, her expression filled with relief.

You looked at her, your gaze hardening.

“Princess, your father has given me a direct order to stop you if you attempt to escape,” you said, your tone low—tinged with shame.

“(Name)... I can’t go back,” she said, her voice filled with urgency. “Beren needs me. He’s alone, at the mercy of the darkness. If I don’t help him… he might die. I can already sense the death surrounding him,” she explained.

You lowered your gaze, your eyes heavy with conflict as you stared at the grass.

“Come with me, (Name). As my Sentinel Knight, you are bound to follow my orders and keep me safe from harm,” she said, her voice pleading.

“I know,” you replied softly. “But I am also bound to follow your father’s orders… and his command is to stop you from leaving.”

“(Name), please…” Lúthien said, grasping your armored hands, her eyes pleading with you. “Don’t turn on me like everyone else.”

Her words struck deep, making your heart feel heavy at the thought of betraying her.

“Beren is a good man—one of the kindest, gentlest, and with the most loving heart I’ve ever seen. You’ve seen him yourself. You wouldn’t have allowed me to court him otherwise,” she said, her voice steady but filled with emotion.

You didn’t know what to say.

It was true.

You had watched her love for the man grow, even though she sometimes asked for space, your duty required you to stand at a distance. You had seen her meet Beren for the first time—how he appeared, rough and unkempt, yet he did not gaze at her and see her beauty alone. His first treatment of her was what made you believe he wasn’t dangerous.

You watched their love flourish, something you found strange—love between lovers was something you hardly understood. Yet, despite Beren’s rather foolish decision to accept the challenge, you saw that he genuinely loved her.

That was why Thingol had you remain at a distance from her— since she asked, you had willingly kept their affair a secret from him.

"I beg of you, my friend. If you force me to stay, Beren will die. If he dies, I fear I will have no reason to continue living," she said, her voice breaking with emotion.

You gripped your wrist at the thought. Despite the Elves' incredible resilience, they were fragile when it came to matters of love. They could die from profound grief, a sorrow that could extend beyond their very souls. The most common cause of this was the death of their lovers.

The idea of Lúthien dying from grief was something you couldn’t bear. Yet, by defying your orders, you would be putting her at risk by allowing her to leave the safety of the girdle. However, If you followed your king's commands, Lúthien might suffer a death from grief—a fate you couldn’t fight against—failing your duty to keep her safe and ensure her well-being.

Is this what love was? 

You had heard of the stories of Sentinels having known love for their charges, only to be consumed by maddening grief or hatred if they failed to protect them. They either fell in battle through hatred or guarded their charge’s graves until their bodies were no more in grief. The most prominent tale was of the Sentinels of the former King Denethor, who, even to this day, still guard his grave.

If you fail Luthien, you might face a similar fate.

The outside world was dangerous and would put your charge at risk, and your king would certainly have you banished if you disobeyed his orders. But if you follow his orders and Beren dies, Luthien might die with a grieving heart. Both choices could bring death to her.

What should you do? 

You tried to think of something, anything, but nothing came to mind. There was no clear path forward. However, one truth became clear: A death by grief was something you could not prevent. But you could stop the death brought on by those who would wish harm upon your charge.

And there was only one path that could give you that chance. 

"Fine..." you said, catching her attention.

Luthien looked at you, her expression filled with anticipation.

"I have my orders," you continued, "but my duty to protect you and ensure your well-being is my primary responsibility. If you believe that Beren's death will compromise your well-being, then I have no choice but to follow your lead."

Relief washed over Luthien's eyes, and for the first time since Beren’s departure, she smiled.

"Thank you, my friend," she said, her voice soft but filled with gratitude.

"I hope you know what you're doing," you said, a hint of concern in your voice. "I’ll most likely be banished for disobeying your father’s orders."

"However, with me by your side, I can ensure your safety in the outside world," you continued, your resolve firm.

"Now, come. We better leave now. It will not be long before someone will notice our absence," you urged, your tone decisive.

Together, you stepped beyond the safety of the girdle and the forests of Doriath.

Taking your first step beyond the safety of your home left you feeling nervous, even fearful. You were doing what a Sentinel should never do—breaking your oath to your king. But Luthien’s well-being and safety had become your priority the moment you swore your loyalty to her. You would rather see her live a life with someone she had chosen than watch her die from grief, heartbreak, and loss.

If banishment was the price you have to pay for defying your orders, so be it. For her, you would face any consequence, as long as it meant she would live and her pain would be no more.

[inkedbydave]

I think Livvy, Kit and Ty would enjoy to play Stardew Valley and genshin Impact together

idk about Genshin, I used to be a huge fan of the game but kind of grew out of it. I can't really imagine Ty being into Genshin with it's mostly story and action based gameplay, plus as someone with autism I often find the graphics to be overwhelming with bright colors and the insane amount of quests. Kit might be into it on some level, Livvy might love it a lot actually. They might play together sometimes tbh, but I think they would definitely love Stardew Valley more.

They would adore Stardew Valley though and since I'm an expert at Stardew Valley I'll give you a detailed headcanon on it :3

Beginning:

Ty would be reluctant to play at first but once he gives in they would have a hella lot of fun.

Livvy would definitely try to come up with a cute and cozy name for their farm like "Maple Wood Farm" while Ty would try to suggest something beautiful and poetic like "Elysian Acres Farm" with words that no one understands except for him. Eventually it would be Kit who would suggest something absolutely ridiculous and sarcastic like "Tragic Plot Farm" and they would agree on that.

Livvy would spend minutes perfecting her avatar to be the prettiest thing ever. Ty would just make himself with the most fitting options while Kit would add cool or funny customization items like sunglasses or an unnatural skin color.

Personal headcanons on their SDV Gameplay:

(Because I adore Stardew Valley and I've memorized the whole gameplaz by now)

Ty:

Ty would spend most of his time on the farm planting crops with a tight schedule so none of them dies when the new season comes, he would also take care of the animals and design their farm in the most productive way possible.

Creates a detailed spreadsheet for crop efficiency and spends hours planting everything perfectly.

He gets frustrated when Livvy accidentally tramples his crops or plants seeds haphazardly.

He cares deeply for the animals, giving each one a proper name, petting and feeding them daily. He’d get especially attached to the rabbits and goats.

Keeps everything running smoothly with his careful planning. He’d be the one to remind everyone to finish their quests.

Occasionally gets exasperated with Livvy and Kit’s antics but secretly enjoys their energy and jokes.

Ty meticulously organizes the chests by color and category, only for Livvy and Kit to throw random items in them. He eventually gives up and creates a "chaos chest" for them.

Ty awkwardly avoids interacting with people, focusing on winning the competitions.

Ty would adore Krobus and he would definitely make him live in his cabin. He wouldn't be interested in romancing any of the NPC's but would definitely pick Krobus as his platonic partner.

Ty finds the Junimos fascinating and views their role in the Community Center as a mystery to solve. He might even theorize about their lore outside of gameplay.

Ty deeply respects Linus’s choice to live outside of societal norms. He gives him gifts regularly and finds himself protective of Linus, even though it’s just a game.

Livvy:

Livvy would run around befriending every NPC in the game and trying to romance Sam.

Absolutely fearless in the mines, taking on waves of monsters with zero hesitation.

She’d get excited every time she finds a rare gem and rushes back to show Kit and Ty.

Constantly drags Kit into the caves, despite his protests, just to have company. She’d also challenge Ty to join, even if he’s reluctant..

She’s always pushing for them to do the most dangerous or ridiculous things, like tackling Skull Cavern unprepared or planting only starfruit for the fun of it.

Frequently sends funny in-game letters or items to Ty and Kit just to mess with them.

Livvy "accidentally" blows up part of the farm with a bomb she crafted for the mines. Ty panics, and Kit can’t stop laughing.

She gets competitive about who can earn the most gold, often selling random things to win.

Livvy insists on entering every festival competition, from the Egg Hunt to the Grange Display, dragging Ty and Kit into it.

Livvy would definitely romance Sam or Leah.

Kit:

While Kit tries fishing, only to rage-quit after losing several fish in a row. Livvy makes fun of him for it, which makes him even more determined to succeed.

After a while he would just stick to foraging.

He’d discover heart events accidentally and claim, "It just happened, I didn’t plan this."

Kit is also the type of person who picks up random side quests and forgets about them, leaving Ty and Livvy to clean up the mess.

Claims he’s just there for fun, but secretly gets invested in his NPC relationships and side quests. He’d surprise everyone by completing a bundle or discovering a hidden game feature

Also, omg he is the type of person to cheat his way through the game, like that chair trick to pass various obstacles.

Kit finally catches a legendary fish after hours of trying, only to lose it when he accidentally throws it back in the water. Livvy and Ty never let him live it down.

Kit flirts with every NPC during festivals, earning mixed reactions.

Kit tries to teach Ty how to catch rare fish, but Ty’s scientific approach backfires. "I’ve calculated the exact timing and trajectory," Ty says, only to lose the fish. Kit laughs so hard he nearly falls off the chair.

Ty struggles with gift-giving at first, overthinking every choice. Kit helps him figure it out, but not without some teasing: "No, Ty, nobody wants a pinecone as a gift."

Kit plays dirty at the Egg Festival mini game blocking Livvy's and Ty's path.

Kit would try to romance Sebastian, Shane or Haley. He has a huge fixing complex, okay?

Their Endgame Goals:

Ty: A fully upgraded, perfectly efficient farm with maxed-out animal happiness and organized storage. Basically a completed farm with full efficiency.

Livvy: Reaching the deepest level of the Skull Cavern and making the most gold. She'd probably want to build something crazy like a farm full of junimos.

Kit: Completing the community center, befriending every villager, and unlocking all heart events. He’d also want to finish the secret quests, just to prove he could.

[princesspastel8]

Chapter 18

Third POV

"What the hell, Taylor? I can defend myself." Eboni scoffs.

Eboni is both surprised yet offended by Taylor's interference to protect her. It gives the girl an odd feeling that she hadn't felt since her parents' passing. She's never had anyone willingly put themselves in danger to protect her- except for her parents. So you could say that moment triggered the poor teen.

"I ain't doubtin' that....just best ta' not fuck with 'em no matter what they do." Taylor tries to explain, rubbing the back of her neck.

Eboni notices that whenever Taylor does that gesture, she's clearly hiding something. The teen steps back, crossing her arms over her chest. It's true that Eboni still doesn't know much about Taylor & Iris- but she's nearly jumped by three girls that they both know, mostly Taylor.

"Spill. It." The girl demands.

Taylor sighs heavily. She knows Eboni won't take 'no' for an answer whenever she gets that hard stubbornness look in her eyes. "Ugh, fine- whatevea, but we skippin' this shit hole. There are too many eyes and ears."

At this, Eboni suddenly remembers that she's supposed to be meeting with Jeff. No doubt he heard and witnessed everything, but that doesn't change that she'd somehow would get in trouble if she doesn't follow his orders. While deep in thought, the teen subconsciously stares towards the woods - feeling his eyes on her, but she doesn't see him.

"Whatcha lookin' at?" Taylor asks, throwing her arm over Eboni's shoulders.

"Uh... nothing, yeah, let's go. You got some explaining to do." Eboni said, looking up at Taylor and shrugs her arm off her shoulders.

Taylor laughs, rolling her eyes. "Mhm, anyways - ya' place?"

Eboni looks at Iris to see if she's alright with skipping school. Iris smiles shyly, nodding her head. With that confirmation, Eboni agrees to let them come to her place. As the three sneak their way off of school grounds, the smiling killer watches- a frown edged on his features.

Once at Eboni's house, the teen explains how her foster parents are still overseas on some sort of business. She sometimes forget how loaded they really are. Taylor helps herself to the pantry while Iris asks for any snack she may want. Eboni leads them to her living room, preferring they stay downstairs.

"Ok, you got your food. Now talk. They don't have cameras here or anything. I have the right to know who those three bitches are. And why would you even involve herself in a fucking gang?" Eboni questions calmly, but underneath she's still fuming from the events earlier.

Taylor sighs heavily, sitting back on the couch as she stares at the ceiling. "Yeah...I admit- I was stupid to join 'em, but I ain't have anyone."

"What do you mean?" Eboni asks, leaning forward in her seat.

"My ma...she's a junkie." Taylor shrugs. "A lot of fucked up shit happened to me. Then she showed up."

"Who?"

"The leader of The Red Riders. They are a motorcycle female only gang. She took meh in, and I went up 'em ranks. Lata' on I met those chicks."

"The three bitches who jumped me? What's their names?"

"The shorty is Emily. The tall one is Trisha. And that bitchy one is Beth." Taylor huffs, becoming irritated at the thought of the third one.

Eboni raised a brow, leaning back in her seat. "So... I'm assuming you were close with those three until you met Iris?"

"Yup. The Red Raiders is so freakin' huge that the leader picked to split the gang inta' groups of four. I was the leadea' of 'em. 'Til I met Iris and Luna. Wanted nothin' to do with 'em at first. But... they grew on me."

"So why not leave the gang? What's holding you back?" Eboni finally asked after sighing heavily.

"Sh... she would b-be killed..o-out of the gang." Iris stutters out, tears filling her eyes.

Eboni's eyes widen a bit, sitting up again. "Wait a sec, I thought in most gangs you get beaten out.."

"Yeah. I got one hella beatin' for wantin' to drop those three bitches..but leavin' the gang ends in death." Taylor shrugs, stuffing a few chips in her mouth.

"Why do you...seem so unbothered by that fact?"

"I lost my rank. I'm at the lowest of the fuckin' low. All I gotta do is stay out they way and in the shadows." Taylor says, looking at Eboni. "Its why I stepped in. You ain't allowed to fight 'em. No matter what they fuckin' doin'. You ignore 'em and keep steppin' get me?"

"Keep stepping? Are you for real?" Eboni scoffs.

She's pissed. Eboni isn't the type to back down, let alone have anyone walk all over her. She's past that. She's done being treated any kind of way - like a doormat. There's no way she's just going to let gang banging freaks bully her.

Eboni laughs, a loud, somewhat sadistic laugh. "Oh fuck them and fuck this!" She shouts, standing up. "You think you're the only one who's been through hell and back? I'm not going to let some snot nose wanna be gangsters walk all over me- both outside and inside school!"

"B-But Eboni, then y-you'll be putting Taylor in danger!" Iris tries to reason.

Eboni rolls her eyes. "I'm not going to go out of my way and start shit with those idiots. But if the shit they tried to pull today happens again, I'm beating ass."

"B-But..." Iris was close to tears. She didn't want to lose Taylor, and she didn't want Eboni to get hurt. The kind girl fears that Eboni doesn't understand how huge this gang is. They're dangerous people.

"It's whatevea,' Iris. I can't make ha'." Taylor shrugs, standing to her feet with her bag of chips. "As long as ya' don't go pickin' fights."

"I won't purposely put your ass on the line, I'm also not gonna let them kick my ass either." Eboni shrugs.

Taylor grins, patting Eboni's shoulder. "I can respect that shit. Fair enough. Anyways, I gotta cool movie we can watch."

Eboni cringes. "....Taylor I fucking swear if its something like twilight I'm kicking both of your asses out my house." The teen warns.

"Nah, nah, it's some action shit- promise." Taylor tries to persuade.

".....Mk." Eboni said hesitantly.

However, Eboni was once again roped into a stupick chick flick call 'Mean Girls', and my god, she hated it even the second time around. The moment it's over, she kicks Taylor out of her home quite literally but gently pushes Iris out. No matter how piss Eboni may get, she can never take it out on the sweetheart.

With a heavy sigh, the teen walks up to her room and begins talking off her clothes for a shower, but her closet door is cracked open. Eboni knows she closed it before she left for school, so why would it be -

Chills. Chills begin to travel down her spine at the sound of breathing. It's faint, but she hears it. Eboni knows it's stupid, but she quickly grabs her switch blade from her thigh and slowly walks to her closet door. But before the teen can reach for the doorknob, a hand springs out and grabs Eboni's wrist, making her drop her switchblade.

Eboni gasps as the male slames her against the wall, pinning her hands above her head. Once the teen looks up, she notices that the random male is Jeff, and he doesn't look happy... despite his craved out smile.

"I told you this before princess, I hate fucking waiting."

[the-prophesied-disco-gay]

"I'd love to have hobbies but I'm too broke"

"Yeah sounds fun, if you have that kind of money"

"Lol out of touch. Like people just have the money for craft supplies laying around"

My loves. My beautiful humans of all varieties. I am kissing you on the forehead so gently and begging you

Do. It. Poor.

Humanity has existed for around three hundred thousand years. Money as we know it has existed for about five thousand of those years. Humans have been doing stuff without money for most of our history as a species.

Find out what resources are available in your area and get your hands on some and create something with them.

This can include things like "buy nothing" groups and construction rubbish and lengths of carpet in the dumpster behind the local flooring place. Free pallets and broken tiles and scrap fabric on marketplace and craigslist.

It can also include natural clay deposits you teach yourself to refine for pottery, and plants that can be turned into fibers and spun and woven, and minerals and husks and berries and roots and a thousand other things that can be used to make natural dyes.

I have made paper from the wood of a neighbor's tree that they had to cut down. I collected a good bit of it for my mom to do woodturning with as well and she made wooden cooking spoons and spatulas, and wooden hair pins, and pens, and some chairs.

I have knit bags made from yarn I spun from local cottonwood fluff I collected off the ground.

I have dyed paper and fabric and soaps and wood and hair using dyes made from local plants and kitchen scraps and mineral pigments I collected and ground and mixed myself. I have made my own paints and inks and paintbrushes and canvasses as well.

I have made beautiful mosaic topped side/end/coffee/bedside tables with broken tile bits and scrap wood or sometimes scrap metal.

I taught myself how to make butter and jams and bread and jerky and a plethora of other things from scratch through mostly trial and error and bothering people's grandmothers

I taught myself how to make fishooks from a variety of materials

I've made cat trees from carpet scraps and junk wood, and cat toys from feathers and fabric scraps and sticks and string (I did sterilize the feathers to avoid illness and mites and such)

I have made soap from scratch using table scraps and lye I extracted from wood ash. I have similarly made lotions, salves, balms, and tinctures from scratch from collected materials. I have made candles from both tallow and beeswax acquired for free or very low cost, acquired from local apiaries and butchers.

I have made clothes for myself and others, as well as shawls, bags, scarves, quilts and whole host of other things from free sheets, blankets, clothes, and other "trash" fabric people were either giving or throwing away because of holes or rips or stains.

I taught myself leatherworking to make bracelets and bag straps and sandals and fetish gear from scrap bits of leather, usually sourced from ripped or otherwise damaged leather jackets that were being thrown out.

I taught myself to weave wreaths cause we have pine trees here and what the fuck do you mean eighty dollars for some pine boughs and ribbon???

I spent 6 months travelling without purchasing a single night in a hotel room or purchasing a single travel ticket of any kind, picking up odd jobs and selling things I crafted from materials found along the way and ride sharing and camping (yes there was an element of danger there, but travel is always dangerous. Being alive is dangerous. Being a fat neurodivergent disabled queer afab poor person is hella dangerous. I refuse to spend my precious life isolated and afraid)

Sand paintings can be done with pine resin, natural dyes, and sand.

Makeup can be made entirely from things you can find around you in most parts of the world.

Felting can be done with pet hair.

Carving

Whittling

Cooking

Metalworking/blacksmithing

Hunting and trapping

A canoe can be made from...a tree

Please, please look at the world you are part of and realize *it will not charge you money for joy*

Look at how the native peoples of your area did the thing you want to do. Look at how other cultures have historically accomplished that thing. Pretend civilization has fallen and there isn't anyone to pay for materials and supplies. Pretend plastic doesn't exist. You are so much freer than you realize. Do it poor. Live your life. Your desire is the only permission you need in order to create, in order to have hobbies (Victor Frankenstein and Hannibal Lector I am not talking to you).

And for those of you worried about whether this applies to you, I am both poor and heavily disabled. I cannot stand or walk for longer than ten or fifteen minutes. I cannot lift more than ten pounds without *fracturing my spine*. My glasses give people migraines. I am AuDHD. You learn to work around your limitations, and accomodate yourself. I learned how to make myself a folding stool with 3 decent sized branches and some strips of leather or canvass. It is lightweight but holds all my medically obese self without issue. I put a strap on that sucker and now I have place to sit whenever I need, even if it's every few steps. I'm not on anyone else's timeframe when I am doing this stuff, I'll sit when I please for as long as I need. I learned how to make a travois for dragging stuff I can't safely lift. I got a cheap immersion blender because my shoulders can't handle the level of stirring required for soap making and several other things. I do almost everything, including furniture making, sitting down, often in my wheelchair (which I got for free and made a seat for cause it didn't have one and I couldn't afford an intact, functional wheelchair). These things can be adjusted for disability, for neurotype, for location (including inner city), for limited available time (I was working 3 jobs and raising toddlers for a good portion of this time, before I became too disabled to work). Human creativity is near limitless. Use it!

If you don't know where to start or how to find the info you need or how to accomplish your hobby for free or low cost, ask! Ask me, ask other crafty people, ask people with an interest in anthropology, ask local groups of indigenous artisans, ask the internet. Don't expect folks to construct a detailed, start to finish set of instructions for you, but they can usually point you in the right direction in terms of finding the knowledge you need, or to get you past a point you're stuck at (an affectionately exasperated older lady once emailed back with just "you didn't add vinegar to fix the dye did you?" I....had not). Not every craft or hobby will be able to done low cost (I do not know how to make a telescope sorry) but many can, more than most people think.

Capitalism is a cage for the human spirit. Slip the bars baby.

[thewitchpaint]

How I Paint

Hello everyone!

The title of this post is simple, yet self explanatory. I in no way consider myself to be an expert, but I don't paint badly (unless I feel like it. You'll know.). I wanted to give you a glimpse into my process and to maybe give you the inkling to want to pick up a brush and paint. My method is solely with acrylic paints, not oils or watercolors (though I dabble in those too), so I wouldn't use everything here to do those other media. I also work primarily from photographs because my subjects are usually a pet, and pets are hard to keep still. This allows me to paint a pet that I know I will never see in person or one that has sadly passed away and all that exists is photographs.

If anyone wants an idea of my particular style: I try for some realism, but often what I want to do is capture the essence and spirit of the subject and focus on that instead of perfection.

For my examples, I am using two different paintings, but showing the same processes because I am terrible at documenting (I keep painting and forgetting to take pictures!)

To begin, I make sure my setup is how I want it to be. My choice setup is my little portable table, which sits betwixt the legs of my easel. You can choose any easel you want, but I specifically got one that can adjust/telescope from table size to floor size without a lot of hassle. It's not the sturdiest, but it does the job. Keep in mind, this is all sitting on top of a canvas drop cloth because most places I paint are danger zones when it comes to drips. My water glass and brush rolls go on top of the little table. (Pic 1)

Speaking of brush rolls, they are very important if you have at least a modest collection of brushes. I will go into depth about those in another post!

I then grab my canvas of choice. I'm into oddly shaped ones, myself because they present a challenge. I do, however, offer four sizes of rectangular canvases as my basis for most commissions. It's much easier to price them if I know what shape/frame I'll be using. Sometimes too, my canvas might be watercolor paper because I like to make greeting cards. Sometimes I will paint on wood or wood slices because it offers a nice change. Really, the canvas you choose is what speaks to you for your project. There's no wrong thing to use as a canvas as long as you don't get in trouble, haha.

Let's get into my actual method now, since you've had to read through the prep:

I just slather the canvas in a background color! I know that some people may not like that, and that's obviously something you can change if you're being commissioned, but often I can't be bothered to do a crazy background to start. You can always add fantastic things later, but my particular method is emphasis on the subject and not necessarily the background. I have been known on occasions to do stripes or starbursts, but that is only really at the request of the commissioner or if the painting really calls out for it. Note, even if you want the background of your painting to be white like the canvas, it's best to actually paint it white and not rely on the empty canvas. (pic 2)

Once the background is dry, you can begin mapping out your subject. I tend to do broad outline shapes in white and just fill in with white because if you screw up, it's hella easy to just cover it up like you would with the canvas. (pic 3)

I fill in with the basic shapes of the subject in the approximate colors that you would be using. Up until a certain point, when I put in more details, I like to call this portion "The Roughs", as in "here's your rough draft, the rough shapes, the rough outlines". (pics 4-8)

Keep adding onto your roughs. Keep in mind playing with negative and positive space-- taking those shapes and making sure they all line up. Play also with shadow and light in the same manner. Try your best to color match what is actually in the picture and not what your mind thinks it is. Shadows aren't all black and highlights aren't all white. Snow is a tricky one, for example because it contains so many subtle colors that our eye still perceives as white.

A lot of times, I will use my thinnest brushes to make an outline of different parts of my subject. Sometimes the lines will end up in the final "draft", and sometimes they will be covered over in favor of softer edges, but it all just depends on what is called for in the painting.

Keep going smaller and smaller with your rough shapes, adding more detail each time. If you feel like you already reached that point a while ago, you can ignore this, but I feel up until you really go in with detail, you're in the roughs. (pics 9-10)

Add your detail! Once you get a lot of your highlights, shadows, spaces, shapes, and colors mapped out (whew!) and you feel satisfied with the result, go for it. Use smaller and smaller brushes. Be deliberate with everything you are painting (if you weren't already being so). Put meaning behind every stroke and don't give up before the finish line. (pic 11)

If you need to at any point during the process, take a break! It's very good to step away from your work, especially if you have been at it for hours. Give your eyes a break, take a drink, walk around. Try not to think about your work for a few minutes and come back with fresh eyes.

Go in with final details and do a check over. If you weren't already checking over the painting to get everything in there, now's the time to do it. Is your subject missing a non-missing digit? Is there anything that seems off? Go in and correct it. If there are corrections of any size that need to be done, big or small, it's best to go with the closest color to paint over it or else use white to start fresh.

Once you're satisfied ENOUGH with the painting--- freaking stop! You are your own worst critic and it's most likely that whatever you do will be much appreciated by your patron. Unless there is something GLARING that you forgot, it's probably fine. The goal is not to be perfect (hard, I know!), but to be finished and be satisfied with the work you've put through. (pics 12-14)

Now that your painting is finished ENOUGH, be proud of yourself. Since it is acrylics you don't necessarily have to put a finish on it, but you can. Once everything is dry you can send it out or hang it on your wall to show everyone.

[asystemerror]

Drop the blorbo list! Tell us why you like them!

Prompt from here!

I have a lot,,,,, Some I haven't even yapped about on here yet,,,,,, Imma break them up by fandom though to make reading easier haha

Identity V:

-Andrew Kreiss:

I like Andrew for a lot of reasons! His design, gameplay, overall theme, there's so much I could ramble on and on about. I remember what really cemented him on my fave list was parts of his personality and general character tidbits (one being sun sensitivity). Additionally, a lot of what I consider to be my "weirder" interests happen to align with him. Sometimes it's easier to delve into them and be my authentic cringe self with the guise of character deep dives haha.

All in all, I think he's an interesting character. Kinda my go to guy to say "Ah yes my son" when speaking about fictional characters.

-Emma Woods:

One of my faves from when I first started! She actually was one of the 3 that drew me in tbh (I called her the "cute gardener girl" back then). I remember being convinced I would main her, but alas.... only in duos. Despite this, she's stands strong as one of my top faves. I find her backstory/manor game to be really interesting - and weirdly entertaining considering the drama she causes in the game. I really enjoy her general "cutesy but dangerous" vibe. I've always been a sucker for that troupe.

Additionally, Lady Truth is one of my favorite spin off characters in the game! I love a good mystery with a female lead!! I honestly hope we see more of her outside of anniversary events.... She has so much good lore potential!

-Kurt Frank:

I didn't choose the Kurt life.... the Kurt like chose ME. No seriously I never would have guessed I'd end up mailing him. The percypocolypse does things to a man. I'm glad it did though. Kurt has honestly become one of my fave characters, I find him so silly and interesting. While his deductions are...interesting to read, I loved his manor game story! I wish there was more content of him (ex. translated twitter replies) I could look at for him :/ That aside, as a fellow daydreamer, I find Kurt's attitude contagious and his rambles fun. I wish he didn't die before sharing said story, but whatever. Maybe another event with him leading it will appear to fill the void with silly.

-Martha Behamfil:

Not only was she my first rescue main, but Martha helped me figure out my gender (real) (not clickbait). So uh, I do love her a lot for that. I also love her general themes of independence, while still keeping in touch with one's femininity in a way (ex. chasing her dreams to be a pilot while also indulging in a love life). I also just honestly love her outfits and gameplay as well. She's never not slayed in my eyes thus far. I have a very soft spot for her dskhafj -Ann

Annnn!!!! My lovely hunter main. She's sunk her cat claws into my heart and I do not wish for her to let go. I honestly love everything about her. Her backstory is hella engaging (NETEASE GIVE ME MORE FOOD), her abilities are fun, and honestly I find Apostle funny.

She was very quick to becoming one of my faves. I honestly could gush about her forever, but Im trying to keep these explanations semi fair!

-Michiko

I love Michi..... She brings me great calm and reminds me of my grandmother (she had a painting of geishas in her house when I was little). She's one of the few characters I've genuinely nearly cried after reading their backstory.

While I don't main her much anymore, I can't say I have ever stopped loving Michi as a character/looking at cool content of her. She's just gRAHHhh /POS

Fnaf:

-Mangle What's not to love about Mangle? They're like a silly dog. And I honestly fuck with that. I also just love there concept as like a robot nerd, but yk. My precious mungle fungle tungle bungle.

-Toy Bonnie

I honestly was very "meh" towards him for a good while. UNTIL I like essentially got kin assigned him by my old amino friends. He was basically my mascot for a bit so like I hold a lil bit of "hehe lil guy" to him.

-Ballora

I was OBSESSED with her as a kid. I cosplayed her, I drew her, I made fics, honestly I like was fully ready to see this crazy ballerina robot lady attack people. Alas, she only got scooped... LUCKILY THE FANDOM FILLED THE VOID THOUGH!! I love seeing neat content with her!

Don't Starve Together:

-Wendy My silly main! I mentally adopted her and Abagail a while ago hehe. I find them really fun to play, plus like... I think I just like semi morbid but cutesy characters so, HELL YEAH. I'm still learning the best way to play her, but I find it a fun relaxing experience to do. Overall I associate her with great calm and zen. She's a great gal.

MFMM: (Shortened list so I don't put the whole cast)

-Miss Fisher She is the moment, she is iconic, she IS Miss Fisher. No character has made me feel as empowered as she has. Like it's actually insane. She is another character that I associate with my grandma as well as they introduced me to the series itself. It truly wouldn't be Miss Fisher without me remembering the beautiful lady posed on the covers of the books on my grandmother's end table. Its been overall a very nice piece of media to sink my teeth into... NOT TO MENTION THERES SO MUCH OF IT!! I HAVENT EVEN FINISHED THE BOOKS!

-Dot

I love Dot. In both mediums of the series. Her character growth and overall attitude complements Miss Fisher's perfectly and is honestly such a delight to see. I also find her own moments of sleuthing to be really fun! I love when she has that strong confidence. TLDR: I wanna pinch her cheeks

[cakerybakery]

To further the After Eden idea of Lucifer/Lilith/Adam/Eve having adventures on untamed Earth.

I would give Adam an axe as a weapon/tool. He’d be more the fighter/protector of the group as one of the strongest in it. He’d use it of course for normal axe stuff, chopping wood, makeshift hammer, can’t think of a third thing. But also against wild animals trying to eat them. Plus he uses a guitar or axe as a weapon in the show so it’s fitting.

He’s a bit more likely to stick around camp when they make camp. He’ll explore with everyone else but he’s not prone to going off alone, at least not very far. He was created to be the first man and protector, it makes him uneasy if he can’t quickly get back to the group he low key thinks of as his to keep safe. But he has a disproportional sense of danger.

He’s over confident in himself and under confident in everyone else. He lacks a sense of danger about terrain, particularly if they’re in a group as he’s overly confident he can keep them safe from a few rocks or a little bit of water. But if someone is doing something by themselves, even mildly dangerous, it freaks him out.

A half rotting log over a river? It’s fine. Eve in a tree? PANIC!!

Eve I think would have a cast iron pot. Lucifer used a good deal what was left of his power to make it for her. It’s heavy but she won’t let anyone carry it for her as she feels it’s special since Lucifer had to use up so much of his powers to make it. It helps keep them all fed as she now can make stews or boil oats, roast foods too. It’s more versatile than just roasting on a stick or eating things raw. If she figures out bread she could make some in it too. Plus it packs a wallop.

She’s a bit of a gather by nature and does tend to wander off or climb stupidly high just to reach possible food. Adam practically has a full time job keeping an eye on her. He is easily goaded into getting things for her when he says that’s it’s too dangerous.

“But I need that fruit for breakfast tomorrow. I’m sure my big strong protector can get it for me if it’s too dangerous for little old me.”

“Darn rights I can! Just watch me!” … “wait, how did I get in this tree??”

Lilith would rather avoid danger at all costs, not just for the group as a whole but to avoid putting Lucifer in a position that might trigger his anxiety. She carries a spear/trident. Mostly it gets used for fishing. I’m not sure which I prefer she has so I’m thinking she has both. She tried to use a spear for fishing but the fish too easily slipped off so she and Eve developed the trident to hook fish. But the spear is better for protection. She uses a sharp rock for the spear as it lasts longer in a fight but the trident is wooden and carved since that’s easier to replace or fix if she smashes it against a rock trying to fish.

She thinks Adam is too protective. She can take care of herself, thank you very much, and so can Eve. They don’t need Adam hovering all the time. And then immediately hovers over her tiny husband.

Lucifer doesn’t really want a weapon. He’s just as strong as Adam, having been reduced to a mere mortal man (mostly). Which is still hella strong as the only mortal man is Adam, he just doesn’t look it and is incredibly weak compared to how he was as an angel.

He has a bow and arrow, he was a cherubim according to one version of the bible and in modern times we tend to associate cherubs with cupid and bows and arrows so I thought it was fitting. It also gives him a long distance attack which I think would be similar enough to his angelic powers that he’s more comfortable with it than Lilith’s spear or Adam’s axe.

Most of his powers have been reduced to some fire starting and mild healing. He tends to be more of a support role.

Adam looks at him and goes, “you’re a tiny guy, you should stay here with Eve.”

Lilith looks at him and goes, “you’re too sensitive for this, why don’t you sit this one out.”

Eve looks at him and goes, “do it anyways.” Partly to get him out of her ‘kitchen’ and partly because she knows he’s not as weak and helpless as the other two think. He’s an angel for goodness sake, wings or no wings. He’s just as strong as Adam, he has some of his powers left, he’s way more resilient than the three of them, and he’s not going to get better mentally if everyone treats him like some delicate little flower.

It’s one thing not to purposely upset Lucifer, it’s another to act like they can shelter him from the fact that Earth is wild and dangerous and they will on occasion be in danger and they’ll get hurt, this is what they signed up for when they decided to tell heaven to fuck off.

And because I forgot this bit last time. Lilith and Lucifer are married. Adam and Eve are married. But Adam and Lilith sleep with both Lucifer and Eve but not each other, much. At least not one on one and she doesn’t want to get pregnant by Adam so that’s 100% out. Lucifer and Eve sleep with Adam and Lilith, but not each other, much. They’re more a friends with benefits type thing.

[pet1teyn]

chapter three: twisted and tangled heart

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Y/N felt a sharp burst of pain shoot through her head. She slowly opened her eyes and attempted to adjust to the dim light flooding the room. She took a moment to take in her surroundings. 

She seemed to be in some sort of warehouse. It was dark, smelled gross, and something felt suspiciously wet and squishy underneath her foot. She was too scared to look down. 

Her arms were tightly bound behind a wooden chair and her legs were strapped to the chair legs. 

“OMFG SOMEBODY HELP,” Y/N whined desperately. 

There was a sucking noise from the corner, like someone was slurping through a straw. What the fuck, Y/N thought. Does someone have a smoothie? Are they not gonna share? I’m hella thirsty. 

All of a sudden, YN saw a crimson flash from the corner of her eye. 

As the shadowy figure made its way into her field of vision she squinted trying to make out her kidnapper.

“WHO TF ARE U” Y/N screamed cutely.

“WHY ARE U DOING THIS!!!!!!!!!! IM JUST AND ORDINARY GIRL I'M NOT EVEN SPECIAL” she reasoned as her golden locks flowed in the mysterious breeze that seemed to follow her around. 

From the corner came a sinister giggle. It was hot and manly and super deep. Her kidnapper stepped into the light. He was…

The most gorgeous thing Y/N had ever seen. 

“O-omo,,, o-o-oppa?” Y/N breathed breathily as her eyes glazed over and fluttered shut.

Distantly, Y/N felt the cold, hard wood of the chair against her back and the chafing of the ropes on her wrists. The warehouse was getting colder and Y/N’s mysterious glamor breeze certainly wasn’t helping her warm up.

All of a sudden, Y/N’s eyes snapped open. The mysterious hottie was right in front of her!

“OMO!! Don’t scare me like that!” Y/N giggled nervously in fear. 

Carmine eyes gazed into Y/N’s soul as the man circled around her chair. There was a dangerous, predatory light in his gaze as he slowly stalked around her, his eyes never leaving her face. The slow and steady sounds of his footsteps echoed through the warehouse as Y/N squeezed her eyes shut. The footsteps came to a stop in front of her. Slowly, she cracked her eyes open.

It was him. The weirdo that she ran over in her pink car. 

“...”

“...”

The warehouse was silent as Y/N drank in the man’s handsome visage. She felt his cold eyes flit first to her pink, plush lips and then back to her azure orbs. 

All of a sudden, a tumbleweed blew through the warehouse. 

Y/N broke the silence. “Hey, um. What the fuck. DID YOU KIDNAP ME?!?!?!” Her cobalt windows into her soul lit up in an unholy, fiery rage that promised death if the man so much as breathed at the wrong time. 

The man let out a scoff. Somehow, it was the most attractive scoff that Y/N had ever heard; deep, rich, and utterly mesmerizing. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she shivered from the deep timbre of his voice.

“Oh, darling. Aren’t you adorable?”

Y/N drooled a little bit at the sound of his voice before snapping back to reality and retorting, “OH YEAH? WELL WHEN MY DADDY GETS YOU, YOU’RE GONNA WISH THAT YOU’D NEVER BEEN BORN, BITCH!”

The man raised a single, handsome eyebrow. God, Y/N thought, this guy is like, insufferably handsome. Like, if evil, why hot?

Thinking deeply, Y/N decided to switch strategies. After all, if she was smart about it, she could get out of here AND get whoever the fuck this guy was. He was at least 6K times hotter than all the guys at school.

“W-wait! I’m sorry for being rude to you! Who are you and why am I here,” she asked coquettishly, a fake shy smile playing on her lips. She lowered her eyes to look at the man through her eyelashes, confident that her new strategy would be a better approach. After all, it always worked on her daddies whenever she got into trouble and her brothers, no matter how mad they were at her, they could never bring themselves to actually punish her whenever she gave them that look, like a helpless and trembling baby fawn with teary eyes.

“Oh, babygirl. Isn’t it only polite to introduce yourself before asking for someone else’s name? Mind your manners, darling,” the man smirked as he seated himself on a chair that had somehow materialized out of nowhere. He leaned back, manspreading like only a true alpha male would, and gazed passionately at Y/N.

Y/N inhaled sharply. Oh my god, she thought to herself, this guy is SO hot. Like, I need him. Right now.

“M-my name is Y-Y/N L/N,” Y/N said with a fake stutter, sure that it would make her sound cuter and endear her to her mysterious kidnapper.

“Well, well, well. I guess you’ve earned my name by being so polite,” the man growled. “My name is Sunghoon Park, but you can address me as sir, daddy, or God. After all, once I’m done with you, all you’ll be seeing is stars.”

Y/N’s eyes widened minutely as she rubbed her suddenly quivering thighs together. She felt a tingling sensation down there that she had never felt before. It was strange and unfamiliar, but not unwelcome.

The man, Sunghoon, got up from his chair and strode over to the chair where Y/N was still tied up. His hand reached over her, towards her back. With a single tug, the ropes that bound her fell away. Her heartbeat stuttered and then began back up, faster than before. Her breath caught in her lungs as she gazed, eyes wide open, at Sunghoon, the mysterious man who kidnapped her. Unconsciously, her lips parted as she stared at him.

As her eyes glazed over in anticipation (of what, Y/N wasn’t sure), her newly unbound arms clasped together as she shivered in the suddenly cool air. Her breath came out in pants as something within her called out to that gorgeous man who was still gazing passionately into her eyes. She continued to press her thighs together, feeling jolts of pleasure and tingling every time her muscles clenched. Sunghoon smirked, seeing how much his stare affected her and the little actions that Y/N made. He slowly walked back to admire the view. Y/N closed her eyes and tilted her head back, unable to breathe properly under his gaze. 

Almost unconsciously, her lidded eyes dropped to his crotch. 

His rapidly growing crotch. 

She licked her lips. He’s got to be absolutely HUGE, she thought. C-can I even fit all of that into me?

Seeing where she was looking, Sunghoon smiled hungrily. His eyes trailed down Y/N’s full figure, lush in all the right places, perfect for him to sink his fingers and, ahem, other parts into.

“Oh, darling, you have no idea what you’re doing to me right now,” Sunghoon groaned. His jaw clenched, as he desperately tried to hold himself back.

Y/N’s eyes were wide open as her blood began pumping even more fiercely. She could hear it rushing in her ears as her body began to react to the sound of his voice.

Sunghoon’s hand rested on her shoulder and the two of them stared at each other, like they were the only people in the world. Their gazes were full of passion, heat, and some truly unmentionable emotions (horny). 

Just then, Y/N’s last thread of control seemed to snap. She leapt up from her chair and threw her petite frame around Sunghoon, kissing him passionately. As their lips fought for dominance, Y/N felt something warm and slippery press up against her lower lip. She gasped in shock and Sunghoon took the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth. Feeling this new sensation, Y/N moaned into the kiss, her eyes closing due to the pleasure. 

Y/N felt Sunghoon smirk into their kiss but she didn't care. All of a sudden, as she wrapped her legs around his waist, she felt something hard press up against her lower abdomen, something that seemed to be getting harder and bigger by the second. Instinctively, she grinded down on it and was rewarded by Sunghoon’s low groan of pleasure. Y/N whimpered as she felt something drip down her legs. 

“Oh my god,” she moaned as she pulled away from the kiss. 

Suddenly, Sunghoon turned around and sat himself on the chair that she had been tied to. His legs spread apart and he let go of her waist in order to slowly start unbuttoning her shirt. Y/N felt a flash of heat at her core and desperately wanted to press her thighs together again, but she couldn’t because of the way that she was straddling Sunghoon. 

It was like she blinked and Sunghoon had finished unbuttoning his shirt, leaning forward to rest his head on her chest. He breathed in deeply, taking in her delicate and feminine scent.

“God, babygirl. You smell so good. You don’t know how hard I’m trying to hold myself back right now,” Sunghoon whispered.

“Don’t hold yourself back,” Y/N breathed. “I want it. I want you.”

Sunghoon groaned, eyes closed tightly. “You sure, darling? Once this happens, we can’t undo it.”

“I’m sure,” whispered Y/N. “I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.”

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[mamamittens]

Alright, so I've decided on a few things and even a great climax for this little goofy story.

Mainly, her family history is very much implied and not typically referred to directly. But most of her family is actually like, FBI/CIA secret agent cop shit. So she's actually used to not knowing what the fuck people are up to when they aren't hanging out with her.

And that hit because of an inheritance I mentioned before? Oh, that's relevant now lol. She has like, a great gran who used to do hella shit for the government and the house is supposed to have the last bits of evidence of her shit. Thing is, the house doesn't have a proper address. Like, Google maps can't find it kinda thing cause it's so far out in the sticks and the old lady had a box at the post office. Nikia is set to inherit it all as long as she can find 'the password'.

The password is promised by the lawyer to be in the house. Which no one who's never visited can find.

Several people want those secret file shits and so, the hit. And all this goes down just after the revelation with the boys. Before they can figure shit out, obviously.

So color Nikia surprised when she has to make a run for it when she realizes there's someone in her apartment. Calls the first people she can think of, Thatch, and obviously he's hoping she's calling to reciprocate but quickly clocks that's not the focus right now.

Izou is with him and they lose their shit when they realize she's being stalked. Izou looks at Thatch in question and he's silently like

"It's not me! I cut way back!"

And it takes a call to Ace (in the city to mooch off Thatch's cooking for a bit) to make a daring rescue on his motorcycle to deliver her to Thatch.

There's a phonecall where she learns of her inheritance and to visit a particular lawyer's office to get the details, which they go to and receive the info about the house and all her great grans assets.

Thatch and Izou are in Go Mode and quickly try and figure out where this damn house is to get that password.

They can't find the house and short of pulling property files in every damn state, they won't.

Luckily, Nikia actually DID visit fairly often when she was younger.

No, she doesn't know the exact location. It's by memory.

Field trip it is! Maybe some action nonsense dodging hitmen with various family members pitching in cause this is the most fun they've had doing family favors in ages. Nikia just thinks they're agents and doesn't ask questions.

No one explains either, assuming she's pretending not to know.

Anyway, they get there and the house is lovely, well lived in if a bit aged, and very private. Like, you would never find this house in a million years if you didn't know that massive tree branch didn't belong there and drive down that road for five minutes in thick woods.

The start looking for whatever this password is and Nikia is admiring her grans stuff, surprised it's basically hers now.

"Fuck, how are we supposed to know what this password is?" Thatch complains, looking over a bookcase.

"Oh, I already know it."

Cue both looking at her as she blushes and shrugs.

"I was going to tell y'all but..." She trails off sheepishly. She goes over to a desk and pulls out a box of fun, kiddie erasers. Izou huffed, crowding behind her and clicking his tongue.

"But?" A little miffed but interested about what she was embarrassed about. Nikia tries to not look at him as she blushes harder.

"...well... We haven't really talked since uh... The thing. And I figured the drive would give us time to do that. Didn't expect all that excitement or I would have said something sooner... And..." Thatch leans in close so now they're on both sides of her, very intrigued about her answer. "Well... Fine. Cards on the table, it was kinda hot how you both took charge so quickly like that. You both seemed so ready to help after the... The thing. I didn't want to ruin the moment."

"Oh?"

"Ooh?"

"Well now I feel in danger. We should go. Like, now. And not talk again. Ever."

"Uh, no, I think we should absolutely continue this conversation." Thatch crows with an approving smirk from Izou.

"I-I don't think we should--eheh--sHIT!" Thatch picks her up with a smirk.

Later, they wind up at the lawyer who laughs at the password.

"Cheesecake. The one thing we could never agree on." Nikia sighs. "Oh, and here. The last of her work stuff."

It was the box of kiddie erasers.

The lawyer was her grans handler and the old lady passed before she could hand off the last of her files. Luckily, Nikia knew how fond of novelty hard drives her gran was. Couldn't send them over securely anyway and the handler didn't know where her gran would store the files as a security measure.

"What the hell??"

"Gran worked for the CIA. Secret agent stuff. Like you guys!"

They did not correct her.

I'm honor of my tendency to write/imagine Thatch/Nikia(sometimes /Izou) where he's just like, a (charming but normal) dude, here's something different!

Modern AU where Thatch is part of a company that is contract killer for hire. They're a big family with a shared passion for murder, the contracts are just to get paid. Most do feel a genuine compulsion to murder and sometimes moonlight as serial killers to handle the urge between missions. Thatch's specialty is food based murder. Allergens, poisons, you name it. If it's to do with food, he's got you covered.

Izou's more old school and tends to do traditional hitman jobs for old money families. The 'no one saw a thing, dude just dropped dead with a bullet between his eyes' type of hit. Very straightforward.

Nikia just works at a library, quietly living her life.

Anyway, Thatch is trying to satisfy an itch with Marco (medicine based kills, or if they need to infiltrate a hospital) and Ace (Arson and death by beating usually). Scoping out the nightlife and seeing how much foot traffic is present for a few pleasure kills.

Nikia walks from work late at night after doing some organizing and passes the boys as they pretend to be drunk and noisy. Resting bitch face as she listens to her music, not giving a shit.

Thatch turns to watch her go and they elbow him with a laugh.

"Oh? Found your next hot date?"

He watched her dark curls catch the streetlights.

"...I think I just did."

He can't quite decide if she'd look more beautiful with a flushed smile on her pale face or limp and lifeless in his arms.

He had plenty of time to figure it out... Izou and himself did get lonely when their jobs took them far from each other for a long time. A cute girlfriend would fill the space nicely for either of their absences.

It'd be such a waste of a pretty face for just one dinner, after all.

[animusicnerd]

Every time I read another fantasy book with faeries, I die a little inside and not in a good way.

Anyway, let’s talk about some faery lore I found and probably will incorporate into my Lilia story out of spite and because I like it and wanna see it more.

Faeries can’t lie.

I’ve only seen like two authors do this so far (Holly Black and Emily Lloyd-Jones). A lot of other fantasies authors like SJM didn’t include it which I think is a real waste in potential for how high the stakes could get. They take everything in a literal sense and one sentence can easily kill someone or destroy their if they’re not careful. You literally have to think before you speak and if you’re not used to speaking that way, it’s all the more dangerous especially if you’re a human in the faerie realm. Whenever authors talk about the dangers of the faeries, it’s usually just the creatures in the woods and deals being made which downgrade the danger for me, in my opinion.

Having Lilia and Malleus not being able to lie would just be really fun especially where I’m going with in my story 💀. More stakes, more danger is just exciting and challenging to write because I have to be careful since majority of the cast of this story are faeries.

Iron burns faeries.

Personally, I like to think that Malleus and Lilia wear gloves most of the time because NRC just has a lot of iron things and they can’t be bothered to always check twice before touching something. It becomes tedious to them so wow gloves?? Easy fix for them.

Also since faeries are immortal and not much seems to hurt them, I just think it’s neat that iron would be the go-to for hurting them for information, killing them off and the like on top of magic use.

Iron also burns Maleficient in the live-action movies so…

Faery food is dangerous to humans.

I have like one human character (not reader) so it probably won’t be present as much but I just think it would be neat. Faery food is dangerous to humans because it puts them in a trance-like state. It makes humans want to stay with the fair folk forever as long as it’s fed at regular intervals from what I assume. The magic does wear off but again, if fed at regular intervals, humans could possibly stay in that mindless state forever.

Faeries are ruthless.

Seeing as they like to mess around with humans for fun (example: leading travelers off their paths, stealing items, etc.), I don’t think people should be surprised they are.

Malleus himself already seems to have a short-temper (almost roasted magicam monsters, got irritated when Rook asked why he appeared after Vil OB) and takes pleasure in seeing some of the other students suffer. He talks about wanting to see Azul cry and wanting to see Vil’s breakdown. I’m a little fuzzy on the details but yeah. Lilia also likes scaring people so there’s that. They’re both sadistic in their own ways whether you believe it or not.

Faeries are expected to be treated with respect and if not, you will get punished in some way. In a lot of cultures that includes stealing your children or making you sick in some way. I know that for Filipinos and Chamorros, you always have to say excuse me before you do your business in the jungle or else shit happens to you so yeah. Sometimes, it seems as if they’ll straight up torture you if you piss them off enough.

They also won’t hesitate to backstab their own it seems because from reading up on a lot of lore and Fae fantasy based stories, it sure as hell seems that way.

So basically, faeries are hella petty and would get you back a hundredfold if you piss them off.

Faeries have a hard time conceiving children.

To be honest, I’m not sure if this is true??? So to speak. I say this because I mostly see it in fantasy books, not through actual lore.

However, I do like it because it gives reason why faeries would take human lovers or their children (though from what I see, it’s mostly for entertainment or to get more servants?). Also, if they have a hard time conceiving children, it means that they value their young very much.

So you know, imagine being the only heir to the throne with no other family members in sight other than your grandmothers.

Just imagine the levels of protecting that would be taken to ensure your safety 🙂

Names have power.

This is for my own entertainment mostly. Having a faerie’s true name would allow you to control them so as always, be careful with wording.

Meaning don’t say, “My name is….”

Saying, “You may call me…” or giving faeries a nickname would stop you from being under their control if you haven’t already done that somehow.

However, I do headcanons that more powerful faeries aren’t subjected to that because of sheer will and pride in themselves so it probably won’t be present as much either lmao

That’s probably most of the general lore I’m including for now. I’m no expert so most of this is just things I’ve learned from fantasy series or my own research! Also, I doubt most of these are canon in Twisted Wonderland anyway. Except maybe the iron one since that is canon in the Maleficient movies but who knows.